Geoffrey had been employed in Count Landon's stables for some years now, working for Matthew the stablemaster. Geoffrey was a beardless youth who had entered his twenties a few days ago, and was only a stableboy, with no fancy title. However, when he first arrived at the mansion, he had been surprised by the way that the Count never spoke down to even the lowest of his servants, treating them with an undeserved and unexpected amount of respect. He would often ask how Geoffrey's day was going, or enquire about the health of his parents. When the Count wanted to go for a ride, he always notified Geoffrey an hour or two in advance, so that the young man would have ample time to get the horses ready. And if Matthew was away – for example, if Count Landon wanted to buy some new horses and needed to send an expert to carry out the purchase – he treated Geoffrey as if he was the interim stablemaster. Two of the Count's younger sisters acted the same way.
The third sister, however, was quite another matter.
Lady Laura was the youngest of the family; a petite, beautiful, red-headed woman of 23 who was usually impeccably dressed in the loveliest of gowns, and could look lovely if she smiled – though she rarely did. She was arrogant, and had a cruel streak that she rarely revealed in front of her siblings. It never bothered Geoffrey that she never asked about him or his family, but she would show up at the stable telling him that she wanted to ride NOW, and then be surprised and offended that he did not have a horse ready for her at all times. She would scold him as cruelly as she could, then stomp off to bother someone else. Geoffrey wanted to tell someone, but Matthew would only shrug disinterestedly if he brought it up, and he didn't think that the Count would be happy to hear the stableboy complain about his darling little sister.
It was a sunny Friday morning, and Geoffrey had been feeling good about his day, until he looked up to see Lady Laura approach him. She was wearing her riding dress, carrying her riding crop, and giving him a look of contempt, as if he was something she'd just stepped in. "Geoffrey, I'm going riding now."
"Of course, Lady Laura," he said, giving her his most respectful bow. "I'll start preparing Goldie."
She frowned. "Why is my horse not ready for me?"
"Because, Lady Laura," he said, his voice respectful, "I was not aware that you wanted to ride this morning."
"Look outside – it's a beautiful day. Why wouldn't I go riding?"
Geoffrey wanted to point out that it had been a beautiful day yesterday, and the day before that, and she hadn't wanted to go riding then, but he suspected she wouldn't appreciate hearing it. "I'll have her ready as soon as I can, Lady Laura."
"Very well, I'll be back in five minutes," she said, as she turned to leave.
"Milady," he said, summoning his patience to remain polite, "there is quite a lot I need to do to get your horse ready. It will probably take about half an hour."
She spun around, staring at him. "Half an hour? I thought you said you would get started right away?"
"I will, Lady Laura," he assured her. "But I need to clean her hooves, brush her down, fasten the saddle and the -"
"Take a nap in the corner, you mean," she said dismissively. "Well, I'm not as easily fooled as my brother. It shouldn't take five minutes to slap a saddle on her, never mind thirty. I expect you to have her ready when I return. You don't need to worry about her hooves and things like that, surely."
"Lady Laura, I really don't think you understand -" he said, a slight hint of annoyance creeping into his voice.
"How dare you!" She was glaring at him now. "You waste my time and insult my intelligence?" She lifted the crop and started to swing it at his head. As the blows rained down, he took a few steps back to put as much distance between himself and the angry noblewoman as possible.
It took a second before he realized that he was backing toward the stall of Jackson, one of the angrier horses – a horse that was facing away from him, and had probably been stressed by all the shouting going on.
He threw himself on the ground just in time, hearing the hooves whistle past. If he'd been half a second later, those hoofs would have struck his head, inflicting a very serious injury – probably a fatal one. As he lay on the floor, dusty and with a sore jaw from striking the ground, his heart beating from his near-death experience, he heard giggling, and looked up to see Lady Laura laughing merrily at his misfortune.
And this was when he'd finally had enough.
In a flash, he was on his feet and at her side. It's possible that when she saw the look on his face, and felt him grab her wrist, that she realized she'd pushed the servant too far this time, but if she did, she made no effort to apologize or placate his wrath. She protested indignantly as he dragged her over to a stool, then gasped as he sat down and pulled her forcefully over his knee.
At the back of the mind, there was a small voice that told him that he was making a huge mistake, but he ignored it as he lifted his hand and began to spank the seat of her riding habit. Being assaulted, almost getting killed by the horse, then hearing her mock him, had not put him in the best of moods.
Unused to being manhandled by the servants, Lady Laura was at first far too shocked to realize what was going on. As his firm hand landed on her soft bottom, she made some indignant protesting noises, but was much too upset to put them into words. It took a few moments for her to regain the power of speech. "Ow! What the hell are you doing!?"
"Why don't you try to guess? I'll give you three tries," he said through gritted teeth as he continued to smack her.
"Ouch! I can't believe this – you're spanking me!" she yelled, wincing.
"Well done. You got it in one," he said, his hand rising and falling with great force and speed.
"Owie! W-why are you doing this?" she said, trying to stand up, but years of manual labour made it easy for him to hold her in place.
"Do you really have to ask?" he said, surprised by her denseness. "You come in here insulting me for not having read your mind, accuse me of slacking off, assault me with your crop, and when I'm almost killed by a horse because of your actions, you laugh at me!"
"Well, you have to admit, it was kind of funny seeing you – Ow! Hey, stop that!" she complained as he raised the hem of her dress. "You can't do that!"
Ignoring her protests, he continued to spank on the seat of her attractive white underwear, delivering hard smacks that rang out in the quiet stable. She was squirming over his lap, kicking her legs furiously as her bottom began to burn.
Geoffrey grinned as he watched her buttocks jiggle under his punishing palm, and saw her struggling to hold back the tears. It was wonderful to see her like this! The proud lady reduced to a squirming, whining child. He was enjoying himself greatly, until a quiet cough brought him down to earth. He looked up to see Count Landon watching them, his eyebrow raised quizzically.
Geoffrey froze, his hand lifted above the lady's quivering bottom. After a few seconds, Lady Laura noticed that he'd stopped, and spotted her brother watching them. "Landon! You're here to save me!" she exclaimed with great relief.
"I can explain, Your Excellency," Geoffrey began quietly, though he wasn't entirely sure what to say next."
The Count's gaze moved from the crop on the floor, to the cuts on Geoffrey's face, to his sister's blistered bottom, before returning to Geoffrey. "Based on the available evidence, I assume she made some unreasonable – and quite possibly insulting – demands, and when you were unable to fulfil them, she struck you with her crop? At which point you pulled her over your knee?"
Geoffrey was shocked by this response, but managed to nod. "There was a bit more to it than that, Your Excellency, but ..."
Lady Laura tried to stand up again, but to their surprise, Count Landon stepped forward and pushed her back down. "Well, I see no reason you should stop on my account. As you were."
"What?" Geoffrey stared at him, trying to comprehend what had just happened.
"Landon!" From her position on Geoffrey's lap, Lady Laura squealed indignantly and glared at her brother. "You can't possibly mean -"
"I should probably have done it a long time ago – our dear departed father CERTAINLY should have, but that was one aspect of life where he erred. She just hasn't had the discipline she needs, I'm afraid. I've told her before to stop being unkind to the servants, and I see that this time, she pushed the wrong man too far. If one of my employees decides to show a bit of initiative and deal with the problem, I cannot fault him for that." He looked at Geoffrey. "I suggest you don't stop until she sounds TRULY contrite."
Geoffrey was still stunned by this turn of events, but decided to stop trying to make sense of it and just accept his luck. He resumed the spanking.
He was spanking hard and fast, his face hard and set to his task, though the smile on his lips made it obvious that he was enjoying it. Lady Laura made outraged squeals and yelps while struggling to get away, to no avail. And Count Landon was watching the whole affair with an air of bemused detachment, as if this was some new, exciting form of entertainment he hadn't seen before.
"She doesn't sound very apologetic," he remarked after a while. "Maybe her underwear is offering too much protection. I seem to recall that Father always spanked Jessica on the bare when he had to discipline her."
The young lady made an offended squeak. Geoffrey stared at him. This was surely a step too far, wasn't it? "Your Excellency, I really CANNOT bare your sister's bottom," he said.
"Oh?" the Count said, raising an eyebrow. "Allow me, then." He took hold of Lady Laura's underwear, ignoring her offended protests as he whisked it to her knees. "Carry on, young man."
Geoffrey stared at the beautiful bottom that had been bared to his gaze. Her perfect mounds were twisting enticingly in his face as she tried to wriggle free. It was the loveliest sight he'd ever seen, and he could look at it forever. When the Count cleared his throat, he finally remembered what he was meant to be doing, and continued to spank her.
As his hard hand landed on her bare bottom, Lady Laura renewed her indignant shrieks. She kept her legs tightly closed, to avoid showing the stableboy more than she had to, but she continued to try to squirm off his lap. Tears were now rolling down her cheeks, but she still had not made any attempt to apologize. Stubbornly, she still tried to bear the punishment with some level of dignity.
Geoffrey spotted the riding crop on the floor, and a solution occurred to him. It would be poetic justice, wouldn't it? He picked it up and looked questioningly at Count Landon, wordlessly asking his permission. The Count seemed to ponder it briefly, then nodded.
When the crop slapped down on her unprotected flesh, Lady Laura howled, and fresh tears began to roll down her face. The sting of the crop was far more than she could bear, and it was no longer possible to remain brave or stubborn. As it crashed down again and again, she kicked her legs, all thoughts of modesty driven from her mind.
With the crop raining down on her sore, naked rear end, it was only a matter of minutes before she started to beg for his forgiveness. "Oh! Please stop, I'll be good! I'll never be rude to you again! I promise I'll behave! No, NOT THERE!" She howled as he struck the sensitive lower parts of her bottom.
The sound of her pleas and promises to be good was music to his ears. Geoffrey grinned, giving her a few more smacks for emphasis before placing the crop down on the floor. He helped her up, drying her tears and comforting her while the Count watched, smiling benevolently.
Count Landon helped his sister to his feet, restoring her clothing. "Geoffrey, I'm taking Laura up to her room to rest. I don't think she'll want to go riding today – but saddle my horse for me, will you? There's a good man. I'll be back in an hour." He turned to leave, but a thought occurred to him. He turned to Geoffrey and patted the young man's shoulder. "Good work today, by the way. Feel free to deal with her if she ever tries to treat you that way again."
And with that, the nobles were gone, and Geoffrey tried to process the strange turn this day had taken.
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