BEATRICE by Helier (M/ff, F/f) (semi-cons) WARNING This story contains scenes which are clear descriptions of spanking and other sexual activity. Personally I don't find them at all offensive but I'm willing to believe that some people might. Could I therefore recommend that this story is only read by adults who are entirely convinced that they can read such material with equanimity. BEATRICE by Helier Beatrice put on her most sensible pair of knickers - the dark blue ones that covered her whole bottom and right up to her waist. Then she put on a white blouse and navy maxi-skirt that came right down to her ankles. She somehow felt that if she looked neat and repectable surely Mr Montfort would understand that she was really a very sensible grown-up girl and would let her off. She hoped so. Her hands were shaking and her stomach was full of butterflies. Oh, how could she have got herself into this mess? She had come to work for Mr Montfort just three weeks ago as a junior personal assistant. She was to run errands, make coffee, do a little typing and filing and generally make herself useful around the place. He was willing to pay her better wages than the other job she had been offered, which was in a shop, and she had liked the idea of being, as he said 'part of the family'. Now she wasn't so sure. Things had started to go wrong this afternoon. She had gone to fetch some flowers that Mr Montfort had ordered for his wife. Beatrice had seen her once - she was beautiful and her name was Virginia. She felt very cheerful - flowers always made her feel that way. Also she had her favourite dress on - a crazy-coloured very full skirt with a cute aqua blue top that elasticated round her pretty pear-shaped breasts and left her shoulders bare. She sang songs all the way and kept the car windows wide open. When she returned however she was surprised to find that Mr Montfort had parked his large grey Mercedes across the driveway. Not only could she not get her little yellow car in but there was a delivery boy who needed to get his truck in too. He was a bit annoyed which Beatrice thought made him look quite handsome. Seeing his manly frown and proud stance she felt keen to make a good impression on him. She peered into Mr Montfort's car and to her surprise she spotted the ignition keys - a problem solved. "Don't worry", she called out happily. "I'll move it." The delivery boy looked a bit doubtful. "You sure?" he said. "Whose is it?" "Oh, yes, it's quite alright", said Beatrice flinging open the oak-panelled door. "It belongs to my boss. He lets me drive it all the time." Now, that wasn't quite true. Mr Montfort had said that at some point perhaps Beatrice might, under supervision, learn to drive the Mercedes, but that certainly wasn't happening yet. Nevertheless Beatrice leapt into the soft leather seat with great enthusiasm and no qualms at all. After all, when all's said and done, she thought to herself, it's just a car. At around that point Mr Montford himself chanced to look out of his office window. He had only just come in but as soon as Beatrice arrived with the flowers he would be leaving again. He had parked the car downstairs in readiness with the keys in the ignition - he was looking forward to going home early. He was naturally quite surprised, when he glanced out, to see the door of his Mercedes closing and the big car shuddering into life. Needless to say he was even more surprised to see it abruptly leap forward, mount the pavement and sideswipe a lamp-post. Very surprised indeed, especially when the door opened again and who should emerge but his new office junior, Beatrice. Mr Montfort liked Beatrice. She was a bit dizzy but she was always cheerful and she wore funny colourful clothes - sparkly short skirts, bright knitted tops, crazy shoes. He thought she added personality to his dull life in business and with some careful training perhaps she could turn into something. She could also perhaps be a good influence on his eldest daughter who, in spite of all his encouragement, always seemed to him a bit morose and drab. In fact until his car's encounter with the lamp-post he had been looking forward to introducing her to the family as he was sure his wife would like her - suddenly morose and drab was looking decidedly attractive. With heavy heart, a few minutes later, Beatrice mounted the stairs to Mr Montfort's office. She knocked on the door and heard his sonorous voice gravely intoning "Come in". Her heart sank further - she had half-hoped he might not be there. She edged open the door, squeezed herself in and closed it very carefully. Mr Montfort was sitting behind his large walnut desk. Beatrice crossed the floor, which had suddenly trebled in length, wishing with every step that she could disappear into the thick pile carpet and never be heard of again. She stopped a few feet from the desk and began. "Er, Sir ... er ... I've ... er.." "Yes, Beatrice." "The car, Sir." "Yes, Beatrice, you've broken it" "I knocked it a bit against ... oh, you know?" "I was watching through the window." "Oh." For a moment Beatrice struggled with what to say next. "I want you to know, Mr Montfort, that I really am extremely sorry ..." "Yes, Beatrice." She sort of wished he wouldn't keep saying that; it made her feel everything she said was a waste of breath. He continued. "Since your unfortunate ... adventure ... I have found the time to make a short telephone call to describe the damage to a friend of mine." "Oh." "About $3000 in his opinion. Of course that's only a preliminary estimate, sight unseen." "Mr Montfort, I will pay it back ..." "Sit down, Beatrice." She really wanted to sit down. She was feeling very conspicuous in the middle of the floor - she wasn't wearing the right clothes to be abject. She looked around and found a rather low armchair into which she sunk. Mr Montfort came around and sat on his desk, towering above her. "Do you have $3000, Beatrice?" Beatrice appeared to think hard. "Er ... not quite..." "How much did your little car cost?" "Er ... $2000, Sir." Her voice was getting smaller every minute as her world folded in on her. "The whole car." "Yes, Sir." "Hmm ... All paid for?" " Er ... no, Sir." She wished she hadn't sat down - he looked so incredibly tall from here. "Hmmm ... How then, Beatrice, do you propose to pay me $3000?" "I'll save up, Mr Montfort. I'm really good at living on nothing. Honestly, I don't mind. I'll get it together in no time." "You know, Beatrice, I had hoped to introduce you to my wife and my daughters - make you part of the family." "Yes, Sir." She found herself looking at his smart leather shoes and wondering how he could possibly get them so shiny. "The point is I am a reasonably wealthy man from a reasonably wealthy family. I don't need $3000 - it's just the principle. You have done something very foolish, very thoughtless." "Yes, Sir. I know, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir. Terribly sorry." "I could take it out of your wages each week. Say $20 per week - but then life would be very difficult for you, wouldn't it?" "I don't mind, Sir. I'll manage ... easily." "It's only a principle, Beatrice, but it's an important principle. It's not that I want you to be uncomfortable. What do you think I'd do if you were my daughter?" "Your daughter?" "Yes. What do you think would happen if one of my daughters did what you've just done?" "You'd take it out of her pocket money, I should think." He stared at her in some amazement. "I don't give my children that much pocket money, Beatrice." "Oh, no ... I don't know." "I'd give her a spanking, of course." "A ... spanking?" "Yes, I'd give her a good spanking and that would be the end of it. It's just the principle. If you were part of my family that's what would happen to you." A spanking? Beatrice couldn't believe her ears - $3000 worth of damage and he'd just give them a spanking and let them off. Having never been spanked Beatrice could scarcely begin to imagine what that would entail but $3000 - she knew what that was. Mr Montfort was speaking again. "Beatrice, I gave you this job because I like you and because I believe you could become something. I don't want to see you stopped in your tracks for the lack of a little discipline, d'you understand?" "No, Sir." "Good. Well, Beatrice, this is what I suggest. Come to my home this evening at seven o'clock. My eldest daughter, Clarissa, was caught smoking at school yesterday. She's nearly the same age as you - she's seventeen. We'll have dinner and you can get to know each other and then you can both have a spanking together. You'll be part of the family and we'll forget the whole thing." "Me? But I ..." "At $20 a week, you'll still be paying this off in three years time. D'you realize that?" For once Beatrice couldn't think of anything to say. "Off you go, Beatrice. Cheer up. Just be at my home at seven o'clock on the dot." At a quarter to seven Beatrice was driving towards the Montfort house. It was on the other side of town so she had left in good time. She wished she didn't have so much time to think. Surely he couldn't mean it. In any case she was sure that when he saw her dressed properly and realised she wasn't just some gaudy little girl he'd soon change his mind and think of something else. You can't go smacking an eighteen year old on the bottom like a child - not unless she's acting like a child which Beatrice, in her long skirt and sensible knickers, was definitely not. Here was the house and she was on time. Would everyone know what she had come for? She hoped not. How embarrassing if they did. She had brought a little present for Mrs Montfort - it was a tiny china vase. She was so nervous she couldn't imagine how she was supposed to eat not knowing what was going to happen. When the door opened it was Mrs Montfort who opened it. She smiled kindly at Beatrice and gave her a kiss. She was in her mid-thirties and so beautiful that Beatrice almost fell in love with her on the spot. She had thick dark blond hair that fell to her shoulders in ringlets. Her eyes were emerald green and her hands were soft and warm on Beatrice' cheek. She loved the little vase and placed it straight away on the side of the fireplace. She even found a tiny posy of dried flowers to put in it. Then she called her daughters in. The Montforts had four children but the two youngest were visiting their grandmother until tomorrow. Edward, Mrs Montfort explained, was taking them there now and wouldn't be back until later. He had had to borrow a car, she said, looking at Beatrice with a strange twinkle in her eyes. Beatrice coloured and looked at the floor but Mrs Montfort continued brightly, explaining that they wouldn't wait with dinner. Her husband would eat when he got back. Clarissa and Sami were introduced. Clarissa, the elder of the two, was dark-haired and quite slender with a kindly but curious smile. Her sister, who was nearly sixteen, had inherited her mother's looks. She was well- rounded all over with luscious breasts and soft eyes and a warmth that was made to be loving. Mrs Montfort sent them to show Beatrice upstairs while she dealt with dinner. Clarissa drifted off leaving Beatrice with Sami. They went into Sami's room. It was beautifully furnished with a big double bed surrounded by thick carpet and oak furniture. Beatrice loved the chaos of it, with Sami's clothes all over the floor and books littering every surface. It also smelt lovely with bowls of dried lavender in opposite corners of the room. "Did you damage Daddy's car?" Sami asked. "Yes", said Beatrice, suddenly looking very unhappy. Sami put her arm around her. "That's terrible luck. What's going to happen about it?" "I don't know. I suppose I'll find out tonight." Suddenly Sami grimaced and bit her lips. "I'm going to be spanked", she whispered. "You!" exclaimed Beatrice. "I thought it was Clarissa." "Who told you that?" "Your father. He said she was caught smoking." "No, that was me. He gets muddled up." "It'd be awful if he spanked the wrong one!" This seemed such a funny thought that they both instantly got the giggles, clutching on to each other. "Beatrice, d'you think he might spank you?" Beatrice was relieved to find she felt comfortable enough to be honest with Sami. "I don't know. D'you think he would?" "It's never happened before." Beatrice took a deep swallow and asked what she was dying to know. "Is it awful? Does it really hurt when he does it?" Sami's eyes misted a little. She bit her bottom lip and nodded. "Not as much as when Mum does it. I've got to be spanked by her." The two girls stood breathing heavily. It was hard to imagine Sami's beautiful mother being anything but endlessly gentle. What a strange world. Virginia's voice interrupted them from the hallway to call them to dinner. Beatrice and Sami went down hand in hand. Somehow Beatrice wasn't so nervous now knowing she had Sami on her side. At least she might be able to eat her dinner. Around the table Beatrice began to feel quite relaxed. Virginia told them stories about where she had lived when she was a girl and made them laugh at the things she got up to. She was such a delightful raconteur that Beatrice ate everything she was offered and completely forgot to be nervous. She could have listened all night but just as they were finishing their meal a car drew up outside. Mr Montfort was home. As soon as he entered Beatrice knew he was looking to see if she had come. When his eyes fell on her he stopped in surprise and looked at her from head to toe. She was glad to spot this - for the first time he was seeing her as a grown-up and that would make a difference. Quickly he smiled. "Glad you came over, Beatrice. Delighted. Please go on talking. I'll just quickly have something to eat." Clarissa talked to Beatrice while Edward Montfort ate his dinner. He was glad to see the two of them chatting amicably but what on earth had happened to Beatrice. What on earth had the silly girl done now? The whole point was to have her as she was - a creative cheery soul who might bring Clarissa out of herself. Now here she was all dressed up in her Sunday best - she looked as pompous as he did. The stupid thing was that if she had come along full of life and bright colours as normal, he could probably never have brought himself to punish her - maybe just a stern lecture and a warning - now she looked exactly like a girl who needed taking down a peg or two. Virginia would have been pretty cross if he hadn't punished her anyway and, given her present demeanour, he could feel his hands almost itching to get started. When Edward finished his meal he and Virginia took his dishes back to the kitchen. A few minutes later Beatrice was so intent in conversation that she didn't notice that they had returned and were sitting looking at her. It was Virginia who spoke. "Beatrice, please come over here." In her voice there was a different tone to any Beatrice had heard all evening - still warm and loving but quite firm. She got up and went to where they were sitting. There was no other chair nearby so she had to stand in front of them. "Sami, please go and get your nightdress on." Sami obeyed her mother immediately, hurrying out of the room with a nervous glance at Beatrice, who was intensely aware that Clarissa was still in the room. Virginia turned her endless green eyes back to Beatrice. "Beatrice, you are a lovely girl and we are glad to welcome you to our house and to our family. Beatrice decided to respond assertively as she imagined a grown-up would. "It is a great pleasure to be here, Mrs Montfort." "However", Virginia continued unphased. "It is important that you understand that being here with us carries certain duties and responsibilities and that when we do things that are careless or selfish, these things carry a consequence." "Yes, of course", said Beatrice. "I realise that." "I understand from Edward that today you damaged our car. Is that right?" "Oh, but that was an accident, Mrs Montfort." "Did Edward ask you to drive our car, Beatrice?" "No." "No." "But I think I have explained to Mr Montfort I am willing to pay for ... you see ... er ..." At that moment the overpowering kindness of Virginia's eyes dried up all the sensible things Beatrice had planned to say. Virginia spoke very quietly to her. "All we would like you to do, Beatrice, is to place yourself over Edward's knee so that he can give you your spanking. D'you understand?" Suddenly Beatrice felt she was starting to cry - oh, no, she mustn't. She swallowed hard. "Yes, Mrs Montford", she whispered. "That's good", Virginia smiled. "Perhaps then first you'd like to take off your skirt. It's too tight to roll up over your bottom." Beatrice gasped aloud. She hadn't thought of that - she had imagined it would happen fully clothed. If only she'd had the sense to wear a short skirt - now on top of being spanked she would have to stand in front of everyone just in her knickers. To her astonishment this thought made her go all hot between her legs. She blushed. "Don't be ashamed about this, Beatrice", said Virginia, reading at least a part of her thoughts. "You can certainly be a little ashamed over what you did this afternoon but there is no shame in accepting your punishment for it. Take off your skirt, my dear." Beatrice was mesmerized by her and did as she was told, thanking her lucky stars she had decided to put on such all-covering knickers. Strangely that feeling came again - there was something arousing about just obeying her, taking off her skirt in front of them and of course Clarissa who was still behind her. She slipped the long skirt down and let it fall on the floor. "Hang it over the chair, dear." Beatrice picked up the skirt, aware that they were all now able to see her in just her knickers and her little blouse. She was afraid she might be getting a little bit wet - she hoped they couldn't see. "Very sensible knickers," Virginia said. "Do you always wear knickers like that?" "No," she blurted out. "They're the ones I used to wear for Sunday school." Somehow she wished she hadn't told them that. Virginia smiled. "Mr Montfort will need a bare bottom, I'm afraid." Beatrice stopped dead and gaped at her. "You won't need to take them off completely but just down to your knees." "But I ... I ... couldn't." In panic Beatrice thought of the wetness in her pussy. She tended to produce so much. What would they think if they saw ... ? It might even trickle down her leg. "Since you don't yet know us very well you may turn away but you must take down your knickers and I would like you to do this now, please, Beatrice." Beatrice turned away, her eyes filling with tears. She couldn't help feeling ashamed even though Mrs Montfort had said it was alright to do what she was told. As the first two teardrops rolled down her cheeks she raised her hands to find the high elastic waist of her sensible knickers. Her eyes cleared and she saw Sami in front of her in her nightdress. She looked beautiful and she smiled at Beatrice, wrinkling her nose as if to say 'it's not easy but it's alright, just do it'. Suddenly with Sami back in the room she felt a little better. Awkwardly she pulled her knickers over her little thatch of downy hair and down nearly to her knees. She didn't even mind that Sami could see her pussy but she covered it with her fingers anyway. She edged backwards towards Mr Montfort though her knickers made movement difficult. She thought of how ridiculous she must look with her bottom peeping out from under her white blouse and this full blue underwear clinging to her knees. Inadvertently she was squeezing her damp pussy in her nervous fingers. It felt nice but it was making her fingers wet - she was sure Sami would see. She reached Mr Montfort and, taking care to keep her sex covered, she bent herself over his knees. She tried to prop herself on the arm of his chair but he moved her further over and she had to put her hands on the floor. For the second time today she found herself staring at Mr Montfort's shiny shoes although this time she was seeing them upsidedown. She heard Mrs Montfort get up and open a drawer. She tried to see what was happening but at that moment she was distracted by Mr Montfort laying his hand on the bare flesh of her bottom. She had never felt anyone's hand there before and it felt warm and heavy. She wondered if it was going to hurt. Would she cry? No. she mustn't cry. She would just bear her punishment quietly and humbly then thank Mr and Mrs Montfort politely. They had really been very kind to her. She glanced up and saw Mrs Montfort carrying something that looked like a brush. Before she had time to wonder what she needed a brush for, Mr Montfort's hand, which had left her bottom briefly, returned at speed to deliver the first angry smack her soft round bottom had ever known. Beatrice' world exploded. "Oooww!!" she cried. Smack! Again his hand descended, this time on the other cheek. The sting was unbearable; she couldn't believe how much it hurt. She tried to rise but Mr Montfort was grasping her hand and pressing down on her back. She was helpless. Smack! Smack! Smack! Each time harder. For a fragment of a moment Beatrice remembered her plan but it was impossible. She let herself scream; she cried; she wailed and wept and pleaded. She wriggled and heaved; she kicked her legs and drummed her feet on the floor but still the stinging slaps peppered her bottom. He was like a man possessed - she couldn't believe this was happening to her. And it went on and on until finally it stopped. Beatrice, needless to say, didn't stop and neither did the fire in her bottom. She cried and cried until she became aware of Virginia beside her, gently stroking her bottom. She paused for breath. "Beatrice, your punishment is nearly over; but not quite." Beatrice wailed quietly. Virginia's fingers felt so sweet on her blazing skin. Again through her agony Beatrice felt desire changing the picture and filling her pussy with honey. "To finish, Mr Montfort will give you six strokes with the hairbrush. I know it will hurt, Beatrice, but it won't harm you. You need this spanking, you really do. You must trust me in this." Beatrice loved her so much she could have listened to her all night. The news Virginia was giving her was dismaying beyond all her worst nightmares but she felt that for Virginia she would have taken twenty-six strokes. That, however, was before she felt them. Edward raised the large flat hairbrush and, after a breathless moment's pause, slapped it down tumultuously on Beatrice' hithertoe unchastised upper thigh. She leapt like a fish - her whole body seemed to leave the floor and her howl echoed around the room. A harder slap followed on her other thigh, causing her to heave so violently she almost fell from Edwards knees. Suddenly, through her haze of pain, she was aware that Virginia had caught her round the shoulders lifting her upper body to hold her steady. Reassured by a nod from his wife Edward returned his attention to Beatrice' bottom. Though it was already red-raw from his earlier efforts Edward was determined that in the four strokes she had left Beatrice would learn the full truth about a spanked bottom. In his state of inspiration the hairbrush scarcely seemed adequate but nevertheless he mustered his strength and brought it to bear with gusto. Nothing could have prepared Beatrice for his last ministrations. Each ferocious stinging slap seemed to fill her with pain from her head to her toes. Screaming and howling in inexorable agony she clung desperately to Virginia. She didn't fight any longer and if anything it seemed right just to let go. Behind the fierce spanking she felt that in some way they loved her and knew what she was feeling. They didn't expect her to be grown-up or dignified about it. They just expected her to be exactly what she was - a naughty girl accepting her punishment. For a moment she caught sight of Sami, her hands in her hair and tears streaming down her face, then she buried herself in Virginia's soft breasts and wept and wept.