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Forbidden Escapades: Three Erotic Spanking Tales, ©2014 by Anya Howard
Mr. Barrows’ brow furrowed and a daunting glint shone in his eyes. “Young lady, where I come from women are punished for less
insolence than you are showing. You would be wise to mind your manners before I take it upon myself to correct them for you.”
The threat filled me with apprehension and I was incensed his words struck me this way. Yet, part of me strangely ached for him to
demonstrate how he imagined carrying out such a threat. I felt flushed all over and the chagrin over this sensation made me to suddenly
lash out.
I hissed at him, “How dare you! I have earned Lady O’Sullivan’s trust and I was right to dismiss Deborah. You have no reason to complain
about my actions, except that you are a small, petty man!”
“I know you are trustworthy, Miss Carter,” he said. “About the security chest, I am not concerned with that. But you did not speak to me
about what Deborah did. And that was a matter you should have come to me about immediately. I am chamberlain here and as such any
improper actions by the staff are to be reported to me.”
I knew he was right. It was custom to bring such problems up with the household chamberlain. I had grown accustomed to taking such
responsibilities since the days Mr. Keene had been with us, as that poor dear old man didn’t have the heart to dismiss anyone. Perhaps
had indeed shown insolence for Mr. Barrows’ position by having forgotten the chain of command. But it had not been intentional insolence,
and it seemed Mr. Barrows was making far too much over it.
“I guess I did overstep my station,” I said, hearing the begrudging tone of my words. “For that I owe you an apology, Mr. Barrows. It was not
my intention to wound your pride.”
“My pride?” He smiled tightly. “Deborah needed to be gone from here, yes. But it is my place to have told her that. If it had been any of the
other maids who had shown her the door, I wouldn’t care.”
“Then why,” I asked, adamant for an explanation and yet strangely uncomfortable I asked. “Why call me here and complain? Is it that you just
resent me so much?”
Mr. Barrows took a deep breath, and looking at me in a very sober way, snatched my hand. I gasped and tried pulling away, but he retained
a firm grasp of my hand.
“Mr. Barrows, release me at once!”
He replied with determined exasperation, “Miss Carter, you are one of the most honest people I have ever met, as well as intelligent and comely.
However, you have cynically questioned my motives. And you have never once hesitated to behave with the most unbecoming repugnance whenever
you question the protocol I expect to be followed. It is time you learn which one of us is in authority here. If, this is, you wish to remain employed!”
A shiver coursed through my veins but I was more furious than ever. “How dare you, Mr. Barrows! I shall report you to Lady O’Sullivan!”
“Then so be it,” he muttered. He strode then toward the sofa, dragging me behind him. Taking a seat, he yanked me down and pulled me across
his lap.
Forbidden Escapades: Three Erotic Spanking Tales, ©2014 by Anya Howard
Mr. Barrows’ brow furrowed and a daunting glint shone in his eyes. “Young lady, where I come from women are punished for less
insolence than you are showing. You would be wise to mind your manners before I take it upon myself to correct them for you.”
The threat filled me with apprehension and I was incensed his words struck me this way. Yet, part of me strangely ached for him to
demonstrate how he imagined carrying out such a threat. I felt flushed all over and the chagrin over this sensation made me to suddenly
lash out.
I hissed at him, “How dare you! I have earned Lady O’Sullivan’s trust and I was right to dismiss Deborah. You have no reason to complain
about my actions, except that you are a small, petty man!”
“I know you are trustworthy, Miss Carter,” he said. “About the security chest, I am not concerned with that. But you did not speak to me
about what Deborah did. And that was a matter you should have come to me about immediately. I am chamberlain here and as such any
improper actions by the staff are to be reported to me.”
I knew he was right. It was custom to bring such problems up with the household chamberlain. I had grown accustomed to taking such
responsibilities since the days Mr. Keene had been with us, as that poor dear old man didn’t have the heart to dismiss anyone. Perhaps
had indeed shown insolence for Mr. Barrows’ position by having forgotten the chain of command. But it had not been intentional insolence,
and it seemed Mr. Barrows was making far too much over it.
“I guess I did overstep my station,” I said, hearing the begrudging tone of my words. “For that I owe you an apology, Mr. Barrows. It was not
my intention to wound your pride.”
“My pride?” He smiled tightly. “Deborah needed to be gone from here, yes. But it is my place to have told her that. If it had been any of the
other maids who had shown her the door, I wouldn’t care.”
“Then why,” I asked, adamant for an explanation and yet strangely uncomfortable I asked. “Why call me here and complain? Is it that you just
resent me so much?”
Mr. Barrows took a deep breath, and looking at me in a very sober way, snatched my hand. I gasped and tried pulling away, but he retained
a firm grasp of my hand.
“Mr. Barrows, release me at once!”
He replied with determined exasperation, “Miss Carter, you are one of the most honest people I have ever met, as well as intelligent and comely.
However, you have cynically questioned my motives. And you have never once hesitated to behave with the most unbecoming repugnance whenever
you question the protocol I expect to be followed. It is time you learn which one of us is in authority here. If, this is, you wish to remain employed!”
A shiver coursed through my veins but I was more furious than ever. “How dare you, Mr. Barrows! I shall report you to Lady O’Sullivan!”
“Then so be it,” he muttered. He strode then toward the sofa, dragging me behind him. Taking a seat, he yanked me down and pulled me across
his lap.
