In front of the butler

The prospect of breakfast in bed at the weekend in a rather lovely hotel room with Emma Jane occasioned all sorts of naughty ideas as she slept, early in the morning. She was tucked up demurely under the duvet, and I couldn’t help but think how hot it would be to make an obedient girl answer the door nude when the food arrived.

Now that simply wasn’t going to happen – it’s not at all our dynamic, and it would in any case be highly inappropriate and most unfair on the unwitting hotel staff. So I moved on to picturing a member of the nobility in his bedroom in some grand country house, a young lady sleeping naked next to him as the butler arrived with breakfast.

As the trays were being set out, the gentleman would turn to the freshly-wakened girl, telling her to fetch her dressing gown from the bathroom so they could eat. “But I’m not wearing anything,” she’d protest.

“Indeed. That’s why you need a bathrobe for breakfast.”

“But *he’s* here…”

“And I shall deal with you once he’s gone for being disobedient. Now: bathroom!”

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I rather like the idea of making the girl display herself as she walked past the butler’s prying eyes; even more the thought of the long hard spanking she’d receive for not co-operating, topped up with a hairbrushing until she cried, for not behaving appropriately in front of the staff.

Or, of course, the young lady might have already been beaten before breakfast. The staff would deliver the trays without comment as she stood, bottom bared and striped, hands on her head, facing the wall next to the fireplace.

Naturally, a gentleman could be crueller still. I picture the conversation in which a young bride newly-arrived at her husband’s castle is introduced to his butler. “I shall never lay a finger on you, my darling, but should you require correction then I shall have no hesitation in asking Leighton to birch you soundly…”