That morning Lady Anne, the Mistress was in the dining room first, having instructed the servant girls to make fresh coffee and to prepare breakfast for the three of them. Jenni, the chateau pet, shuffled in wearing just a dressing gown, shaking out her long golden hair, streaks of red, enhancing the natural blondness.
"Well! Good morning, sleepyhead!" Lady Anne said cheerfully, instructing a maid servant to hand her a hot cup.
"Good morning, Mistress," Jenni said blearily. "Thanks."
"You look dreadful."
"I have an excuse, Mistress," smiled Jenni.
"Mmmmm? ... And what might that be, dear?" asked Lady Anne absently.
"All that noise you and the Master were making last night."
"Oh? I'm sorry, did we wake you, pet?" Lady Anne asked looking surprised.
"Yes, but I enjoyed being wakened though, Mistress." Jenni said.
"Oh yes?"
Jenni looked at the paramour of her Master. They had always had a good relationship, more like friends than Mistress and pet. The lady knew that Minxette belonged to the Count and no other, so she usually preferred to try to be her confidante, giggling together at the Count's many and varied defects. Jenni was aware of this and knew she could talk about all sorts of things with the Mistress openly, even the most wicked things.
"Is Master as good for you in bed as it sounded, Mistress?" asked Jenni, so insouciant, so innocent.
The older woman blushed.
"Well, er... yes, I'd ah... I would have to say he was very good," she stammered. "But it's not something a young pet asks about her Master, dear"
"Why, Mistress?"
The wicked creature had her there, she realised: "Ah... I... I don't know, it just isn't the done thing, that's all."
"But, Mistress, I thought you said for me to ask you anything about sex I wanted to know. You said anything at all, remember?"
The older woman swallowed uneasily. This was going to be difficult. She tried anxiously to think of a reason not to answer the pet's question, but couldn't and chose to shift the direction of this conversation a little, asserting her rightful control.
"You, young lady, are an extremely wicked creature," said Lady Anne finally, looking serious at first and then breaking into a smile. "Now, what exactly do you want to know?"
"Nothing really, Mistress," replied the young woman, nonchalantly. "I was just wondering if you and Master did some of the things that the other girls at the market square pump talk about and that he might want to do to me, that's all."
"And what sort of idle gossip have you been listening to pet?" Lady Anne demanded sternly, spoiling the effect with that inevitable smile.
"They say each thing.......," Jenni paused uncertainly, despite the friendly look on her companion's face.
"Each thing?"
"You know......"
"You're going to have to be more explicit than that, dear. I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about."
"Well, some of the other girls in the market talk about how a lady of true blood would not suck a man's ....you know his um ... thing. This is the prerogative and pleasure of submissives only. Do you and Master not do that?" she asked mischievously, knowing full well from her observations the previous night that they most certainly did.
"Yes, sometimes we do, you wicked creature," Lady Anne admitted quietly and then added a little well meant advice: "Your friends know nothing of these matters. Serving a partner in love is much as you serve your Master, although the reciprocation is different, the relationship is, in many respects, the same."
"And um ... does Master do the same for you, too? You know, lick your........?" the girl enquired wickedly.
"Most certainly," retorted her Mistress with a grin. "Sex, sex, sex - have you no other thoughts, pet?"
"Not at the present moment," Jenni blushed, feeling herself moisten at the thought of her Master's tongue licking Lady Anne's wet slit to orgasm.
"Is he good for you, Mistress?"
"Mmmmmm, the best, you naughty girl," admitted the Mistress of the Chateau, feeling suddenly much more comfortable about talking to the pet on so personal a subject. "As well you know. And if you don't stop asking such cheeky questions you will find yourself across your Master's lap and I will be counting the spanks."
Jenni felt a sudden wetness between her thighs as her excitement leaked out and seemed to dampen the chair. She fought the urge to touch herself, crossing her legs instead. Taking a sip of coffee, she looked up through thick eye lashes into the Mistress's blue-grey eyes.
"Yes, dear, you wish to change the subject, now?"
"In a way, Mistress."
"Well, don't be coy."
"I should like to talk of satisfaction and position," Jenni said loudly, the sound of her brash voice overcoming her submissive timidity.
"Ahhhh, etiquette and responsibility. A most appropriate topic," Lady Anne smiled, pleased at this turn of events. "Go on."
"Does the Master satisfy you, Mistress," Jenni asked, obsessed by her favourite subject. "And does he position it so it touches the back of your throat?"
After last night, she was eager for more juicy tidbits from the Mistress of the Chateau. She had forgotten Lady Anne's warnings, remembering only that it had been too dark to see much the night before. Suddenly she recollected herself and gasped at how cheeky and insolent she had been. She looked mournfully up at Lady Anne, but realised that it was too late to recover herself
"Right," Lady Anne was still smiling, but it was a thin lipped smile. "Your Master will know of your impertinence."
"Mistress!", frowned Jenni. "Forgive me."
"You just will not let your Master and I have a few secrets will you?" Lady Anne continued sternly. "And your manner really is most unacceptable."
"Mistress, please."
"All I'll say young lady," and Lady Anne's eyes twinkled at this, "is that your Master performs most satisfactorily for me."
"And for me, Mistress," Jenni added, her feature suddenly brightening up, the previous anxiety gone from her face, like rain clouds before the sun.
"Now, why don't you go and take a cold shower, young lady," advised Lady Anne.
Jenni smiled. " Mistress," she said, curtseyed and began to walk away towards the corridor.
"That way you'll be cooler before your Master warms that naughty bottom of yours up as is your due."
"B...but Mistress!" Jenni stood stock still and turned back with pleading eyes.
"No buts, pet, save a rather sore pink one after I have the pleasure of observing you receive something of that which you deserve."
"Noooooooo, please!" Jenni begged. "The Count has such a strong palm first thing in the morning. It really stings!"
"You should have thought of that before you asked such ill-considered questions."
"Mistress!"
"Enough! Ah! Here comes your Master."
Jenni turned to look and slipped down to kneel before him, looking down at his feet, wondering if he knew. She looked slowly up staring at his calf, his knee, his thigh and then she knew......he knew.... The bulge in breeches was enough to indicate that she would soon be over his lap receiving all that Lady Anne had promised.
"No, Minxette. Over the table," he ordered, reading her thoughts. "And you will be pleased to hear that the Mistress has arranged a fine switch so that you don't have to feel the sting of my palm. Was that not kind of her?"
"Y-yes Master."
"And what should you do when such kindnesses are done to you, pet?"
"R-reciprocate Master."
"And how will you do that?"
Minxette hesitated, looking at the floor, unsure of what was required of her. He held a birch switch out, putting her out of her confused puzzlement. She looked up at the instrument. It was long and thin and whippy. It would leave fine red marks on her backside and she knew that she truly deserved every one of them. She did not hesitate any longer though and pulled her lips into a kissing pout and bent to kiss the whippy rod.
"Thank you, Mistress," she whispered in barely audible tones. "Will you please keep the tally, while the Count instructs me?"
"Of course, dearest," came the gentle response. "Now, be a good girl and bend over the table. Stick your naughty bottom right up. Look, I will have the table cleared away, while you prepare yourself."
The Mistress clapped her hands and servants appeared to clear coffee pot and cups, leaving a space as bare as the cheeks of Minxette's behind, now that her slips were twisted down her thighs and lay drapped about her ankles. Jenni blushed when she noticed that the servants did not leave. She hesitated and was rewarded for her disobedience with a sharp spank on her naked buttock.
"Follow, the Mistress's requirements," her Master commanded. "Now."
"Yes, Master," she replied meekly and bent forward, sticking her bottom high up in the air, knowing that as her dress dress slid up to her waist, the servants now lined up behind her would see all her secrets. All her charms would be exposed. She tried to imagine how the pink lips, moist with excitement would look and the contrast of her dry puckered nether hole.
A tear of embarrassment slid to the corner of her eye. The Mistress, keen eyed as ever, saw the moisture collected there and lifted a finger to gather the pearl of her tear. It wobbled uncertainly on her digit even as Minxette's buttocks wobbled uncertainly behind her. She looked the part of an ungainly colt.
"She gives moisture even before she is punished, Milord."
"She does indeed," he laughed and, as to Jenni's humiliation added: "And at this end as well. I wonder if both ends will be moister when the switching occurs?"
"An interesting physionomical question, Milord and a good test of the pleasure-pain principle," Lady Anne smiled. "What does the pet think?"
Jenni burbled in a daze, hardly able to give an answer, particularly with her Master's fingers running up and down, teasing further secretions from her snug, velvet tightness. She looked up helplessly at the Mistress, thinking to catch her eye and a little sympathy for her plight, but was rewarded only with her departing form, sliding out of sight round the side of the table. Jenni began to turn her head to follow her movements.
"Stay, pet," her Master demanded. She felt immediately constrained by the barked command and instantly ten times wetter. She moistened her lips with her tongue and then shuddered as another tongue, a clever female tongue, began to draw the moisture from her nether lips, slipping gently in and out of her receptive pussy. She sighed forgetful of all other sensations and of the punishment to come.....or was that the icing on her cake this morning, she wondered, inhaling slowly again, but this time far more loudly.
She squealed, delighted, when eager fingers prised her buttocks apart. She was embarrassed to realise that she was revealed to the assembled gathering, male and female servants, who could now observe the puckered star at the centre of her backside. Yet she was enraptured with the thought that she was the centre of attention, the star of the show.
The Count considered these both these nebulous stars. His pet might shine under these circumstances and attention, but his attention was focused on the dark star at the centre of her bent form. He thought of it as some warped nebula that gathered light and sucked it in, a black hole that, they all knew, would soon suck in her Master.
Minxette wiggled her bottom slyly, seeking to distract his attention further from more painful instruction for the present. She moaned fitfully at the thought of a rough male tongue easing its way into her. It would lave her furrow with saliva and then enter her pucker, swirling and invading, before withdrawing, causing her to stick her bottom up in an increasingly desperate search for some re-entry.
The whispering voice of the Mistress began a quiet count, interrupted by further licking on Minxette's exposure, as Lady Anne sucked on the bud of the pet's voracious sexual appetite. It was ironic to Jenni that she, as the pet, seemed to be in control now and the Count, her erstwhile Master and his lady, the Mistress of the Chateau, seemed reduced entirely to responding to her cravings.
She heard the feathery whisper of her Master, after he had lifted his tongue from her pretty rear, sliding up behind her. As he entered that dark glistening star at the centre of her now well moistened backside, the matter was clarified for her. It was only then that Jenni the Minx began to appreciate exactly what a fine switch the Mistress had arranged.
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