ORFANS: HILDA'S DIARY
The Duke is Beastly to Beryl

BY PENT

[ part 5 ]

Tuesday, May 23, 1780

I had Jane look after the children for the day, as I did not want to leave Beryl on her own after her experiences of the previous night . . .

She was greatly fatigued from her evening with Sir Thomas and wanted to do little more than sit by the window all day, telling me of their doings the night before . . . from which I wrote the account here.

From time to time she lapsed into silence, staring out the window, then waxed sentimental about Sir Thomas, saying she had grown very fond of him.

I reminded her again, most firmly:

"People like you and me, Beryl, don't like or dislike Sir Thomas or the Duke or m'Lady Cynthia . . . We just do what *they* want, and we do it as well as we possibly can . . .

"We are servants, Beryl, and we serve them . . . Try not to let yourself feel affection for any of your masters, because when they get bored with you and want a change you will likely be badly hurt, or worse".

This reproof brought tears to her eyes, and I am sure the dear sweet girl was indeed beginning to feel strong affections for the two men who had shown such tenderness towards her, she who at eleven had never before known any man's love.

The day without incident enabled me to complete my diary, for which I was most thankful . . .

Wednesday, May 24

His Grace the Duke of D---- returned in the late afternoon. This caused much bustle and commotion downstairs, as his Grace had brought some pets with him in crates and they had to be seen to the stables with full instructions to the grooms on their care:

"No food for the dog!", I heard him shout, "Raw meat for the other!!"

Word came that I was to prepare Beryl so she could appear before them in the library after their dinner, at seven o'clock . . . and I set to, with clyster and bath tub, to prepare her as I had for Sir Thomas on Monday evening . . .

I had no idea whether Sir Thomas planned to take Beryl, while his Grace had his way with me, or what they proposed at all . . . So I prepared myself also, to be ready.

When I knocked at the library door, and opened it, both men sat before the fire with port wine and tobacco pipes lit. They appeared to have imbibed considerably . . .

"Ha!! Mistress Hilda! Bring the miscreant here!! We know that Miss Beryl here has been up to no good!!!

"We want you to have her bend over that table while you raise her skirts, remove her drawers and bare her bottom.

"Then we want to see you use that wooden paddle on her until we tell you to stop. Slow and steady spanking, Mistress Hilda, slow and steady . . ."

And they exchanged looks and took deep draughts from their glasses while I prepared Beryl as Sir Thomas had instructed . . .

Having no specific wrong-doing to lay at Beryl's feet, and no wife around to stop them, they were clearly wanting to be entertained after a good dinner.

Who knew what this might lead to?!

Beryl lay bent over the edge of the same large table as before, grasping the far side in her hands while I slowly raised her skirt and tucked it in her collar then lowered her drawers to bare her lovely bottom . . .

"Take her drawers off . . right away from her . . That's right.. Now stand this side first as you paddle her lovely round bottom. Isn't it beautiful, John?"

"A sight for the angels, Tom!"

"Right, slow and steady now, Mistress Hilda!!

"Beryl, I want you to count: 'One, Mistress Hilda, thank you . .' and so on . . .

"Go to it, Hilda!!"

I knew exactly how hard to paddle Beryl so it would excited her without being too painful or giving lasting bruises, and this I did.

"One . . . Two . . . Three . . . Four . . . Five . . ."

With Beryl counting as she had been told, and crying out and squirming prettily as she had learned at the Great Orfanage . . .

After twenty:

"Now stand over on the other side, Hilda, and keep counting, Beryl - loudly, so we can hear!!"

"Twenty-One . . . Twenty-Two . . . Twenty-Three . . ." and Beryl was sobbing in earnest now . . .

The two men has stood up, the better to see, and their eyes glistened with lust . . .

At "Thirty, Miss Hilda, thank you!":

"I think that's proper preparation now, Hilda. Stop paddling Beryl and help her lie full length on the floor, And I want you to use those soft cords to tie her ankles to the furniture, table leg and sofa leg, to hold her legs wide apart . . .

"Now put these two cushions under her middle so her cunnie is well off the floor . . .

"Good!! Hilda, stand over in that corner and do not move or interfere in any way! Now John, I hand over to you . . ."

His Grace took a long drink from his glass, and I expected him to enter her himself in some unusual way . . . But he opened a box and took from it a pound of bloody meat which he then rubbed all over Beryl's bottom, well down into her cleft and pressed hard into her rosebud, between her legs, and up into her cunnie, the blood of the meat mixing there with the liberal supply of her own juices . . .

His Grace then went through the door into the next room, and returned with a dog trotting beside him on a leash, long tongue lolling out: it was a "retriever" dog, I think, one that runs or swims anywhere to fetch a bird you have shot, fastens the bird firmly in its jaws and brings it to you . . .

This was the one he was shouting about this afternoon: "No food for the dog!"

It must be starving!!

Beryl looked over her shoulder and her face went chalk-white in terror as she realized that the dog would tear her to pieces after the bloody meat had been wiped over all her most tender parts...

The dog sniffed the blood and went straight for Beryl's bottom. She opened her mouth to scream . . . Then her eyes opened wide and she stayed like that for a moment, mouth and eyes wide open in surprise . . .

As the dog had approached Beryl and opened its mouth as to bite her, I saw: It had no teeth!!!

I watched as the dog closed its toothless jaws on her left cheek then deep in her crack then vainly made to bite into Beryl's soft warm bottom every part he could take a into his jaws.

Then the retriever licked up into her cunnie and nibbled down into her rosebud and on . . . and on . . .

Beryl told me after: its tongue went right up into her bottom and lapped around in there, up as far as it could reach . . . looking for food.

Beryl became more and more excited and squirmed and wriggled her bottom in all directions: not to avoid the dog's jaws but because of the great excitement it caused her as it bit and licked all over her bottom and cunnie, biting with its toothless gums . . .

She moaned and groaned and sighed and threw herself around in abandoned ecstasy . . . Until she at last jerked violently against her bonds in a spasm, shouting incoherently, then lay still, after what had clearly been (yet another) climax for this eleven year old virgin orphan whose maidenhead was still intact!

"Hilda, we'll leave you to revive Beryl and take her back upstairs to bed. Thank you for your help this evening . . .

"John, let's take your gum-dog and our port outside while Hilda tidies the room. Most amusing! Most amusing! "Gum-Dog" indeed! Ha! What a magnificent display!!

"Some girls have hysterics as the gum-dog approaches them, did you say? Not surprising, I'm sure . . . must be terrified until they realize the dog has no teeth and is going to pleasure them instead of tear them to shreds.

"Most amusing! Come, we'll go through the French windows to the gardens . . ."

I untied Beryl and let her legs come together again, then slipped her drawers back on and pulled her skirt down before helping her up from the floor and we climbed the back stairs to return to our room next to the nursery . . .

I warmed a little water and cleaned the blood and dog spittle from her bottom and cunnie, then helped her to bed, exhausted.

"Most amusing", indeed!!

I wasn't sure if it had been cruel or, really, an ecstatic experience for Beryl . . .

Saturday, May 27

Beryl and I had been left undisturbed by Sir Thomas and his Grace since our adventure with the retriever dog on Wednesday evening.

This morning, though, Sir Thomas sent for me and told me I was to appear (again) with Beryl in the library after he and his Grace had dined, at seven o'clock, and she was to be prepared as before.

I did not think at the time that she was to be pleasured again by the dog: Now that Beryl knew the dog was toothless, a repeat performance would not be so "amusing" to them . . .

But I cleaned Beryl's bottom again with several quarts of warm water.

When they were voided, I again rubbed in her bottom with honey until my thumb could slide in and out easy, all ready for the Sir Thomas or his Grace . . . or anyone else, to enter . . .

Without in any way wishing to disparage Beryl, I think that, from what I have seen so far, it seems quite immaterial to Beryl who spanks her or enters her: no matter who - she always enjoys it immensely and ends in a delirious climax!

Not that I have anything against the sweet eleven-year-old orphan girl from the Great Orfanage, newly awakening to the thrilling pleasures of her body and the gratification of men's attentions . . .

Perhaps I just wish that I had kept my own innocence until eleven and that my bottom had then been even half so lovely as Beryl's!

But to return to the happenings of the day: we arrived as before at the door of the library, and I knocked . . .

Sir Thomas bade us enter, and we found him and his Grace again in front to the fire, enjoying their port wine and tobacco pipes.

This time, the tall wooden steps used to reach books from the top shelves were standing in the middle of the room, before the fire.

Sir Thomas boisterously called for me to remove Beryl's clothing and tie her wrists to the wooden steps, "in the same manner you tied her at the Great Orfanage, the time when I attended her punishment there".

I was to have her bottom face towards his Grace . . . and use the soft leather straps to tie her - "as we don't want to mark her wrists, ha, ha . . ."

"Mistress Hilda, I want you to show his Grace how you used to punish Beryl when you visited the Great Orfanage with m'Lady Cynthia".

And soon Beryl stood with her hands held above her head, tied to the steps, her tall pale slender body erect with small breasts just starting to sprout, her back bowed in and her young-girl's bottom jutting out ready for punishment . .

Altogether a very lovely sight as she stood ready, waiting in trepidation for the first cut of the cane . . .

I covered Beryl's eyes with a black bandage so she would have no way to tell when the next sharp stinging cut of the cane was about to bury itself in her soft warm bottom.

I commanded:

"Beryl, after the first stroke of the cane you will say: 'One, thank you Mistress Hilda', and so on . . ."

Sir Thomas waved his hand, signaling me to proceed . . .

Twenty cuts of the cane I gave to Beryl's lovely well-rounded bottom, many of the strokes aimed upwards from below her buttocks so she danced, throwing her long legs high in the air trying to diminish the pain . . .

I spaced the strokes with long intervals between, so while Beryl was soon sobbing without pause, I was able to feel with my hand that she had relaxed and her bottom was soft and girlish before for each stroke . . .

I made sure Sir Thomas and his Grace saw as pretty a pageant of spanking as it is possible to provide . . . And they were entranced . . .

After twenty strokes of the cane had given Beryl's bottom an exciting pattern of red wealds, Sir Thomas shouted:

"Enough, Hilda!

"Stop and pause while we contemplate Beryl and her caned bottom".

After some minutes, Beryl ceased to sob.

"Hilda, I want you to untie Beryl's hands and remove the bandage over her eyes . . .

"Now pull the steps out of the way, and put them over there . . . And lay Beryl on the floor as she was last time, face down with two cushions under her middle so her bottom is up in the air a bit. Legs tied to the furniture, well apart . . .

"John, we are all ready for you . . ."

His Grace moved over to Beryl and stooped to run his hands over her red and tender bottom then took a glass vial from his fob from which he poured a small quantity of liquid down into the cleavage between the cheeks of Beryl's bottom, and he spread the liquid around her rosebud in there with a finger.

He said mysteriously:

"The juice from crushed ants, my dear . . ."

Then tucked the vial away in his pocket again and headed (as last time) to the door of the next room.

Back her came, but this time it was not a dog on the end of his leash:

It was an anteater . . .

And as we all remember from our schooldays, the anteater will push out its long tongue and probe deep deeeep deeeeeeeeeep into the crevices and tunnels of an ants' nest to draw the insects out . . .

The anteater is led towards Beryl's angelic girl's red-striped bottom.

He scents the ants' liquid and makes a wild lunge for the tunnel where he expects to find them . . .

His long thin tongue sliiiiiiides slowly up up up into Beryl's bottom, sliding easy with the honey I had filled her with, exploring all the way, pulling out and re-entering, while she wriggles, moaning in ecstasy.

The seemingly endless tongue curves around the bends inside her bottom and bangs against the walls of her vagina, and on up, far beyond the places that are only touched by the longest male organ in a cunnie-fuck.

Beryl is soon gripped by spasms of deep wrenching orgasm. As she wrythes and squirms the anteater gets ever more excited in pursuit of his prey . . .

But the beast became enraged by lack of insects in the tunnel he is exploring, and pushes his tongue further and further up into Beryl's bottom, only to bring her to almost continuous climaxes of moaning sobbing orgasm . . .

Still with no results from his efforts, the beast's snout begins to follow his tongue into Beryl's ecstatic wriggling bottom and carries her to a sublime level of excitement beyond anything she had ever dreamed possible as wave after wave of ecstasy engulfs her . . .

At this point his Grace feared his infuriated pet, already drawing blood from the opening in Beryl's lovely bottom, would cause permanent harm to Beryl's darling plump derriere . . though she herself was so lost in delirious joy that she would have welcomed being torn to pieces and eaten by the enraged animal . . .

His Grace pulled firmly on the leash to make his pet slide its long tongue slowly slooooowly back out of its exciting tunnel, lashing his tongue from side to side at he did so . . . and bringing Beryl to one final shattering climax . . .

After I at last was able to arouse Beryl from the stupor resulting from her many orgasms caused by his Grace's pet anteater as it thrust its long tongue in and out of her rectum, and I had half carried her up the stairs to our room, I gently bathed Beryl's battered and bleeding bottom with a deep clyster of soothing warm water, laced with a teaspoon of laudanum to ensure the deep and painless sleep that is alway given by the opium.

Sunday, May 28

Beryl awoke the following morning feeling fully rested, a sparkle in her eye and roses in her cheeks, the perfect picture of health and happiness.

We sat again by the window and enjoyed the sight of Richmond Park on the sunny morning while we ate our breakfast.

When the bell began to toll, the servants left and began their walk to the church.

A sort time later, the coachman came with the open carriage and Sir Thomas and his Grace mounted with the two children, to attend the service.

They had thoughtfully left Beryl to rest, and me to keep her company, while they departed to shrive their souls.

The afternoon was quiet. We read and sewed until evening.

After we had supped, Jane brought word that we were both to see Sir Thomas in the library - without any preparation, just as we were.

I could not think what this meant . . . but we went as commanded. When we knocked and entered, Sir Thomas and his Grace were again sitting by the fire with the port decanter.

"Mistress Hilda, Beryl, his Grace is departing tomorrow morning, and wishes to say farewell to you both".

His Grace stood up:

"You have both made my stay here most agreeable, and it has been a pleasure to make your acquaintances.

"Beryl, my dear, I must say I have come to look upon you with the same affection that I feel towards my young nieces when they come to stay.

"What I'd like to . . . I mean . . . Would you perhaps like to come and stay with me sometime . . . for a few days . . . . like my nieces do?"

Beryl's eyes sparkled and her enraptured smile lit up the room.

Then her face clouded in concern as she looked at me and remembered what I'd said about the dangers of allowing herself to have affections for her masters.

She glanced at Sir Thomas, curtsied to his Grace, and said shyly:

"An't please Sir Thomas".

"Thank you, my dear!

"Tom, I'll write to you when I see a few days that suit. Would Mistress Hilda be able to come also, to keep Beryl company?"

"Be wise to defer to m'Lady on that, John. Let me reply about that when you write . . .

"Now, my dears, you see how it is. Perhaps you will be able to visit his Grace for a few days . . . Perhaps I will go with you both. We will see . . ."

"Good! I hope to see you both again before too long. Farewell!".

At this, we curtsied and departed the room.

We had much excited discussion between us upstairs that evening about the adventure proposed by his Grace the Duke . . .

I myself feel he looks upon Beryl as a "thing" to use for his amusement, wishing merely to play with her affections, only to desert her when she begins to bore him.

What sort of man was he, to feel amused by her terror at thinking a dog was about to tear her to pieces??

And the attack by an anteater, however much it excited Beryl, did not seem the action of a true and caring lover, who would wish to arouse her only by his own touch . . .

I believe she would be wise to curb her present liking for his Grace, and be satisfied with the spankings that I give her under direction from m'Lady, and m'Lady's fondlings that follow.

More: Sir Thomas is now also certain to call on Beryl's services, to "milk" his yard, and to sheathe his rampant manhood in the heavenly scabbard of her soft warm bottom - often. And before both of these, he plans to have her soundly spanked, either by me of by himself, which I know excites her greatly.

Beryl already has the good-will and liking of Sir Thomas and m'Lady Cynthia, and adventures enough in their household to keep her busy and satisfied for some time to come . . .

I will try to find for her some books about maidens who were loved and left.

Monday, May 29

As I finish writing yesterday's diary, Sir Thomas sends word: I am to prepare Beryl with honey and bring her to the library after he has dined, at seven o'clock.

And Jane tells me the cook is complaining that she has never before had to prepare three dozen oysters for one person's dinner, to be followed by a pound of steamed shrimp in a sherry sauce!

At the news that Sir Thomas wants her again so soon, Beryl's eyes sparkle and her cheeks flush - I feel sure that Sir Thomas will not allow Beryl to leave his house for a very long time to come.

On this evening, Sir Thomas did have me beat Beryl with a paddle until he thought her warmed to his liking. He then dismissed me, and Beryl did tell me the next day how he had pleasured both her and himself.

He did bid her lie face down on the couch and slid his rampant yard up into her sweet young bottom, in and out, in and out, in easy steps until he was pressed hard against her and flattened her lovely cheeks and could go no further.

Her excitement had mounted with the feel of his hot manhood stretching her insides until he must have felt her nearness to climax and did move his truncheon out and in again but once which did cause him to ejaculate hotly inside her lovely bottom as she did near swoon in Heavenly ecstasies.

Tuesday, May 30

The Tuesday evening, Sir Thomas did have Beryl lie on her back, on a soft rug that lay upon the table. He held her legs up on his chest as her did enter her rosebud while looking fondly into her eyes and fondling her small breasts.

He worked into her bottom so gentle that she felt only pleasure as his great member slid sloooooowly up into her bowells, until he was pressed hard against her bottom and could go no further into her - which was much further than the previous night when she had layed on her tummy.

Again he waited without moving while Beryl's arousal continued until she did near swoon in her ecstasy and she felt his member squirt his hot juices up inside her tummy.

Wednesday, May 31

The Wednesday he had me cane Beryl sharply with her hands tied above her head, to make he dance prettily with great show of wriggling and cries of pain.

Sir Thomas then layed himself on the couch, face up, with his thick member in the air, and did bid me have Beryl kneel astride and facing to his feet.

I had to stay to make sure Beryl did take his rampant penis up into her bottom.

After I had opened her hole before as alway, this was no hard thing to start and Sir Thomas did soon dismiss me from the room.

Beryl told me later he had said he liked most to see his rampant member as it actually disappeared up into her sweet bottom, and he had her lower herself slowly, down a bit then up again, down further then up, and so on, until the whole length of his mighty rod was up inside her bottom.

Sir Thomas did then have Beryl lean back towards his face, then lean forward towards his feet which did make his manhood press strangely inside her bottom which brought her quickly to her ecstasy.

As Beryl was jerking and twitching in her excitement Sir Thomas did buck and jolt to make his stiff yard to move sharply up inside her bottom, and they came to violent ecstasy together.

After, he laid her back against his breast and held her to him for near an hour before he did release her with many terms of sweet endearment as he stroked her cunnie telling her how he loved to see his stiff yard as it disappeared up inside her lovely eleven-year-old bottom and that she was most clever.

Friday, June 2

Sir Thomas did not ask for us on Thursday: perhaps he needed rest and we enjoyed a quite evening ourselves, reading in our room.

Friday was to work again and Sir Thomas had me beat Beryl with a wood paddle as she bent over the edge of the table in his study.

She squirmed and wriggled while crying out most prettily until Sir Thomas did feel her well warmed. He did then lay again upon his back on the couch, and bade me have Beryl kneel each side of him and facing toward him this time.

I did ensure with my fingers that the tip of his rampant member was started in Beryl's slipperie hole before I left them and closed the door behind me.

He did have Beryl again lower herself then pull back up, then lower herself some more and up again, until she was at last sitting firm on his body with the whole of his great engine inside her, much to her great joy and pleasure - and his too.

Sir Thomas did then have Beryl press with the tips of her fingers pushing into her tummy until she could feel his monstrous bone inside her. It was easy she said, as her eleven-year-old waist was but slender and his erection so large inside her.

He then had her sit unmoving on his rampant penis while he probed with the tips of his fingers into her tummy while it stood firm inside her, and he pushed his stiff member from side to side within her tummy which did make her mighty excited, and him too.

This gave Beryl ecstasy such as she had never before felt and she quickly came to where she could stand it no longer and sat with Sir Thomas's rampant yard deep up inside her as she jerked and twitched in spasm, while he also jolted and rammed his rod e'en further up into her girlish bottom to fill her to overflowing with semen.

As she lay after, near unconscious, she leaned forward to lay herself on his chest and kissed and hugged Sir Thomas long and dearly.