Somewhere in Bohemia, Czechoslovakia, 1971

Swigging back the dregs of brandy in his glass, the Baron's gaze fixed firmly on the rear view of Monika, as she reached for the dishes in the centre of the table. Acutely aware of his attention, she lingered and stretched on the tips of her toes, collecting together the elaborately decorated tableware.

Her short skirt, riding high, provided a glorious vista stretching beyond the tops of her shapely, slender thighs as they gave way to the gentle curves of her bottom. Her lithe, athletic body glowed in the subdued lighting of the flickering candelabras and beams of moonlight dancing on the silver ornaments adorning the surrounding cabinets of oak and mahogany.

Turning to face the Baron, she curtsied and smiled coyly before returning to the kitchen with the pots. Thin wisps of blond hair danced in tiny ringlets around her shoulders and across her creamy, almost porcelain skin, her piercing light blue eyes and soft features giving her a look of innocence that hid the intense lust and desire coiled within her.

Beneath her demure, almost virginal exterior Monika craved the attentions of her master but despite being the Baron's favourite girl in the house she dare not show anything other than pure submission and servitude in his presence. She was a sweet girl, diligent, conscientious and, though he had never had cause to thrash her in anger, the Baron did enjoy concocting some reason to take her over his knee to give her perfect, peachy bottom his full attention.

Monika, in turn, revelled in being stretched prostrate across his lap thrusting her hips forward as each stroke of his immense palm struck her defenceless flesh, his throbbing cock grinding against her loins. Her desire to please was such that she was ready to accept any level of punishment and humiliation.

Her head would soar, blood pumping relentlessly through her, in the full knowledge that she would later be ramming that thumping gristle deep into her throat. Then, in deliberate provocation, she would sharply bite its tip, causing him to squirm and, consequently, administer a more severe thrashing before throwing her over the bed and lunging himself into her, long and hard.

The Baron rocked back on his chair gazing with an air of regret as she disappeared from view. On any other night he would have had her immediately dispatched to his private quarters to indulge himself in his very special form of nocturnal entertainment but tonight was different. He had a much more pressing engagement to attend to, in the form of his mistress. It was an appointment of much greater magnitude and, indeed, he consoled himself in the knowledge that alternate pleasures lay ahead of him in her company.

Known throughout the household as Madame Helga, his mistress was a fearsome, domineering character that sent shudders down the spines of all those who crossed her path. She was a Russian lady in her late thirties, her real name being Olga. Due, however, to the Baron's business connections and travels in western Europe, it was decided that she should sound more western European, hence the change of name.

She had been installed within the household to not only maintain order and furnish the Baron with his every desire but also to oversee discipline, Her role was to ensure that any miscreant girls in the household were dealt with in the strictest manner. It was a role she carried out with some relish and vigour.

The Baron had an important meeting arranged with her that was in need of his attention as he had been away on business, across Europe for several weeks during which time he had relied on the services of Helga, his right-hand support and mistress, to attend to the matters arising in his absence.

Unfortunately, as he had explained to her at length during the course of their dinner, she had not maintained the standards he had expected and he was, therefore, unable to let the matter pass without taking appropriate action.

By all accounts, it transpired she had been pre-occupied with entertaining a string of young stable boys in her quarters in preference to attending to any official duties.

Helga fully understood that she should expect a severe thrashing. She knew that she had acted in a selfish, almost mercenary manner satisfying her own carnal desires when she should have focussed on her role within the manor. She knew she should expect to be made an example of and that the Baron would show her flesh no quarter.

Accordingly, she had been excused early from the dinner table and dispatched to the Baron's private quarters where her two personal maids, Francesca and Daniela, had been instructed to prepare her for punishment. The two girls knew full well that they must present her to the Baron immaculately or they too would suffer at his hands.

His brandy glass empty, the Baron rose from his chair. Resolute and determined he left the dining room and strode along the opulent corridor leading to his quarters.

His slow but purposeful footsteps echoed around the empty hallway and there was tension in the air. Word had travelled fast, the whole household was already aware of the fate awaiting his mistress. The atmosphere was charged with emotion as the girls and women of all ages in the house waited for the evening's events to unfurl. Each had their own private inner thoughts; some were silently gloating at the prospect of their constant adversary getting a taste of her own medicine, others were fearful of reprisals following her humiliation at the hands of their master whilst still others were secretly wishing that they were the one to be on the receiving end of their master's strap and, of course, the subsequent attentions of his more than ample cock.

On the way to his quarters at the far end of the wing of the house he couldn't resist putting his head round the door of his young daughter's room. He smiled to himself as he gazed at her peacefully sleeping. It was quite a novelty for him, as he had separated from his British wife some years before, and she had taken Alice with her. It was only recently that his daughter had returned to his care and was now living with him full-time. Shortly after his break-up, the Baron had acquired the Manor he now ruled with a rod of iron. It was located in a small village, situated amongst the surrounding woodland, in Czechoslovakia just over the border from Germany. He also had full jurisdiction over the inhabitants of the village which he used to satisfy his lustful needs by legislating that every female must serve time at the Manor and adhere strictly to his rule or suffer the consequences. Despite all this though, it was only the return of his daughter that had made him truly happy and at peace with himself. He took one final glance at his daughter then turned, closed the door behind him and continued his purposeful march along the corridor.

As he entered his dimly lit room he could see Helga already in position, silently but, undoubtedly, somewhat apprehensively waiting.

Francesca and Daniela, diligent as ever, had arranged her perfectly. She was bent over the end of the bed, her buttocks forming a perfect peak supported by a pile of pillows underneath her. The two maids, who were both local girls from the village, were standing silently, rigid and staring forwards with heads held high. They were both dressed identically in their pure white uniforms of thin cotton T-shirts, short wrap-around skirts, ankle socks and gym shoes. They were not permitted to wear any underwear at any time as Helga often required instant access to them, for her own indulgence. They were both beautifully attractive girls of typical Slovak appearance, tall and slim with strong features, high cheekbones and deep blue eyes.

He stopped in front of the girls and held out his hand to gently caress Francesca`s hair and slowly he slid his palm down her shoulder and squeezed her right breast. She showed no reaction as he pinched and twisted her erect nipple through the thin material before taking another step to stand in front of her colleague Daniela. This time his hand ventured down to the inside of her left thigh. He stroked it gently before sliding his palm up, gently massaging the soft but luscious labia and inserting a finger into her clean shaven pussy. Daniela showed no emotion as he groped around inside her pushing two fingers hard inside her, instead parting her thighs slightly to allow her master easier access. He rubbed her vigorously, enjoying the gentle flow of her juices around his fingertips before retracting and taking a step back to admire the two girls more fully.