Free Box Set: Highland Flings: Scottish Historical Victorian Romance Taboo BDSM Erotica by Bonnie Brand

on the wall. It was unlike any other painting I’d ever seen. In it, the Laird was totally nude. His body was like that of an Adonis, with beautifully sculpted, anatomically perfect musculature. And between his legs hung a most almighty sausage. I’d never, ever seen the like of if before in my life. If that was what truly hung under the Laird, I could scarcely believe that he was human.

    ‘Do you like the painting, my dear?’ asked the maid, as she fussed with my possessions.  

    I didnae know what to say, so I remained silent. The maid came right up to me, in a way that no servant had ever done before, and then, without so much as a second’s notice, she struck me across the face.  

    ‘Ye’re going to have to learn to speak when ye’re spoken to, young lassie, do ye understand? The Laird has given me quite strict instructions that I’m to discipline ye if ye misbehave.’

    ‘Aye, I like the painting very much,’ I said. I didnae add ye auld trout which is what I was thinking.

    ‘Very good. That wasnae so hard, now was it? When ye’re ready, disrobe an’ come through that door please.’

    ‘Disrobe?’  

    ‘Aye, that’s right. Are ye simple or somethin’? Must ye repeat everything I say? It’s time for me to bathe ye, so, unless ye want to get yer clothes wet, it’s better that ye take them off.’

    She walked into the adjoining bathroom and I waited for a moment before taking off my clothes. I heard the sound of a bath being drawn in the other room, and the maid started singing some infernal tune. I couldnae believe what was going on here. I hadnae had someone bathe me since I was a wean. Did these people not know that I was a fully grown woman of eighteen years? Well, I suppose the Laird did know all about my womanhood. I blushed again, and slipped off my dress. I looked at my behind in the mirror and saw that I was red and puffy still. He’d truly marked me. I walked closer and saw quite clearly the mark of his signet ring. There was a perfectly thin, red ‘D’ on my backside. I dinnae know why, but I felt a thrill of pride burst through my body.

    When I walked into the bathroom, the maid was waiting, with a monstrous scrubbing brush in her hand.

    ‘Hmm, your breasts are more comely than I’d imagined,’ said Agnes, somehow loading the compliment with scorn. ‘Well, get in.’

    I did so, and was pleased to note that the water was warm and full of bubbles. It felt good to take a bath, particularly after my earlier rough treatment. Agnes immediately started to scrub me quite severely with the brush, and although I hadnae felt particularly dirty, it was nice to be looked after.  

    ‘So, what do you think of the Laird?’ she asked, ferociously scrubbing my back.

    ‘He seems very stern,’ I said, not wanting to cause offence.

    ‘Och, he is stern. But he is a good man. Ye’ll learn to appreciate just how good he is. He is always fair.’

    She started to scrub my legs, moving the brush closer to my thighs and then she lodged it right between my legs.

    ‘Ow!’ I said, surprised.

    ‘Dinnae moan, I need to clean oot yer quim. The Laird has big plans for ye tonight, and yer wee cunny must be spick an’ span an’ ready for his instrument. We need to make your marriage legal, so the Laird must take yer blood tonight, take yer maidenhood.’ She started to scrub my wee pussy. It stung a wee bit, but to be honest, the rough bristles of the brush felt good against my secret place. She scrubbed more softly now, and I could feel my delicate lips thanking her for the attention.

    ‘Let’s get yer wee pink garden absolutely shining for the Laird, shall we? An’ I’ll give your arse hole a scrub for good measure.’ She moved the head of the brush underneath me, and started to scrub my back passage. It felt surprisingly sweet also, and I found myself closing my eyes and exhaling softly.

    ‘Now that we’re all done, let’s get ye dry, an’ in the harness.’ She put down the