What The Butler Saw

What the Butler Saw

Jeeves sighed. He could hear the sounds of a young woman in pain. His mistress was at it again. She had been terrible ever since Sir Henry had passed away after a massive heart attack. He knew that he should ignore the sounds. It was below his station to peak at what was occurring. But he could not resist.

The sounds were coming from one of the bedrooms. He knew which one. It was the one where her mistress’s nice, Victoria, was staying. Victoria was only eighteen years old. After her husband’s demise His mistress had had a lot of “nieces” come and stay at the manor. None of them had been older than twenty-one. His mistress must have a lot of brothers and sisters, to have so many supposed nieces.

Jeeves carried on walking down the corridor. He tried to walk past the door. He really did. But lust and curiosity got the better of him. He found himself kneeling down, and putting his eye to the keyhole.

He could see a pair of buttocks, draped over the end of a four-poster bed, the buttocks facing in the direction of the door. They were covered by a pair of white cotton drawers, drawn tight over the firm mounds. As Jeeves watched a long wooden paddle came down on the buttocks, eliciting a sharp cry of pain. The paddle was being wielded by the mistress of the house, of course.

Jeeves suspected that his mistress knew that he watched these perversions. Of course neither of them had said anything, and neither of them ever would. But why position Victoria so that her buttocks were towards the door and keyhole, if not for an unseen audience?

A couple more strokes went down in quick succession, impacting on the cotton-covered buttocks. Each one wrenched a cry of pain out of the young woman. But she stayed where she was, draped over the end of the bed. She was not tied down, but did not attempt to get up and run away.

“It is time for the cane, you naughty girl.” Lady Masterson said. There was some moan from Victoria. “We’d better take your drawers down. We don’t want to get blood on them, do we?”

“No, please…” Victoria said. But she was ignored. Lady Masterson pulled the cotton drawers down to Victoria’s knees, revealing her backside in all its naked glory. Jeeves could see each reddened buttock, and the fading lines of an old caning. He could see the dark thatch between Victoria’s legs, and a pink hit over her nether lips. And he could see that dark brown star of her arsehole. He could see it all. His cock was now standing to attention, in his butler’s uniform. Jeeves did not touch it, not wanting to cause any embarrassing stains.

Lady Masterson moved briefly in front of the girl, blocking Jeeves’s view for a second. She had fetched a cane. He heard it whistle through the air, in a couple of practice strokes. The bare buttocks twitched in masochistic anticipation. Then the cane slashed down to strike across those formerly pale mounds. This was not some love tap, but a vicious blow, delivered with all the force in Lady Masterson’s arm. The scream wrenched from Victoria’s mouth spoke of the agony which she had to be feeling. Her legs kicked, but she kept the position. Jeeves could see a thin red line where the cane had struck. Thin red line was what Wellington had called his troops. It was funny the thoughts which could go through a person’s mind when you were watching a young woman being caned on her naked backside. Jeeves banished the random thought and concentrated on the show.

Blow after blow rained down on Victoria’s buttocks, each one as vicious as the last.

“Final one.” Lady Masterson said, after she had reduced Victoria’s backside to a bloody mess. That one hit the underside of the cheeks, causing Victoria to jump and scream at the same time.

“You had better remove your drawers.” Lady Masterson said. “You will only get blood on them if you pull them back up. In fact, you had better give them to me…”

Jeeves got up off his knees. Lady Masterson would soon be exiting the room, and Jeeves wanted to be gone by then, as he valued his position. He decided to go and check on the wine cellar until his erection subsided. Nobody would see him down there. He knew that Victoria would not be wearing any drawers that day, and possibly not again, while she was at the manor. It had been noticed, by one of the maids, that Lady Masterson had a collection of cotton drawers which were not hers – the mistress only wore silk. Jeeves suspected that these were trophies from the succession of nieces who had stayed at the manor. He wondered just how long Victoria would stay. He supposed that, like the others, she would remain until Lady Masterson tired off her, and wanted fresh flesh to torment. There seemed to be a lot of young women in the world willing to submit to such treatment. It did help, of course, that Lady Masterson was exceedingly wealthy.

Later, that night, after Lady Masterson had retired for the night, Jeeves was in the servants’ quarters, enjoying a late night repast before retiring to bed for the night. He went to bed before his mistress, and was up before her. And all for his £40 pounds a year…

Jeeves was not alone as he ate his sandwich and picked onions. Sally the chambermaid was in the room, as well. All of the other servants had gone to bed. But Jeeves liked Sally, as she had a saucy and irreverent cast to her character. It had been Sally who had informed him about Lady Masterson’s collection of her nieces’ underwear.

“She’s been at it again.” Jeeves said, by way of a conversation starter.

“Tell me what you saw.” Sally said. Her eyes were bright and eager. She liked to hear about what went on, on the other side of that bedroom door.

“You know that it is not my place to tell.” Jeeves said. But this was nothing but a game which they played. Sally always asked. And Jeeves always told. “It is naughty for you to ask.”

“You can spank me later.” Sally said. “Tell me what you saw.”

Jeeves glanced at Sally, to see that the maid already had a hand down underneath her chambermaid’s dress, frigging away at her crotch. He sighed. The girl was incorrigible. But that was why he liked her.

“Very well.” Jeeves said. “This is what I saw…”

Jeeves described, in lurid detail, everything he had seen through the keyhole. He left out no detail. In fact he might have invented a few. Sally took in every description on those acts of pain. By the time that Jeeves finished Sally’s face was flushed, and she had stopped frigging herself. It was clear that she had cum.

“You are a very naughty girl” Jeeves said, looking at Sally.

“Yes.” she said, hanging her head, and trying – and failing – to look embarrassed.

“And what happens to naughty girls?”

“They get spanked.”

“Well, I’m not going to spank you through your clothes.” Jeeves said. “Get out of your clothes.”

Sally got out og her chambermaid’s uniform as quickly as humanly possible. The busty, blonde chambermaid stood naked and unabashed before the fully clothed butler. Jeeves could smell the heady aroma of female arousal. He was getting turned on himself.

“Over the knee.” Jeeves said.

Sally draped herself over Jeeves lap. Jeeves gave her a harsh spanking, as Sally bit on the back of her fingers so that she would not cry out. Jeeves was harsh, spanking until Sally’s buttocks were red all over, and his right palm ached from where it had made contact. Between each spank Jeeves took the opportunity to have a good feel of Sally’s nether regions. By the time that he finished the spanking her nether lips were sopping wet.

“I can feel your soldier.” Sally said. “He’s standing to attention. I think he should be relieved. But I don’t want to get pregnant. So we will have to do it French style – then Greek.”

Jeeves did not say anything. But he stood up, unbuttoned his flies, and pulled out his gnarled, erect cock. It was thin and long. Jeeves was some thirty years older than Sally. But he could get as hard as any man.

The naked Sally knelt in front of Jeeves and took his hard cock into her hot, sweet mouth. She gave him the best head he had ever had – in fact, until Sally had become a chambermaid, he had never had head before. She was very skilled, and he wondered how she had become so proficient. But a butler did not ask such things. Instead he enjoyed this illicit carnal pleasure.

Sally carried on until Jeeves was almost bursting. Then she got up, and laid on her front on the table, opening her legs and presenting her arsehole to the butler. As Sally held her buttocks apart Jeeves plunged into her tightest hole. It did not take him long before he was spurting his seed within her.

Afterwards they dressed. It was time to go their separate ways, at least for that night.

“How long do you think Victoria will stay?” Sally asked.

“I hope that she stays a long time.” Jeeves said, as he stared down at a very naughty girl, who always got aroused by tales of what the butler saw. “I hope that she stays a very long time indeed.”

The End.