Episode 2: Previously On Downton Abbey by Lady Nej

"Episode 2: Previously on Downton Abbey" by Nej

Carson supervises the passing around of coffee to the family, then exits behead the staff with a small bow, closing the door behind him. The Dowager leans towards Cora. "Tell me, is Carson smiling or am I imagining it?" Cora smiles. "Last night Mrs. Hughes let Carson be the cum dumpster for the dungeon." Her Ladyship smiles with delight. "Oh that is wonderful news. I'm sure he performed admirably." Edith pipes up. "I say, who took Bates' ass cherry?" This earns a frown from Cora. "Mrs Bates would have that honor, one would hope!" says the Dowager with mild surprise. "Of course it was Mrs. Bates," says Cora. "Edith, you should know better."

Edith sips her coffee with a small smile. Robert stands quietly beside the fireplace pretending not to hear. He can feel the tips of his ears blush as he remembers his own first dungeon night as a married man. Cora had quite the impressive strap-on collection, still does as a matter of fact. The pinch of his cock cage brings him back from his reverie, but he can't stop the color rising to his face. Cora notices and winks at him, the wicked look in her eyes indicating an interesting night is in store.

Mrs Hughes shuts the door firmly behind Braithwaite. "That's one mess sorted." She turns to find Tom on his knees beside her chair, eyes down. "What's this then?" Tom remains silent, his face flushed. "Speak boy!" Mrs Hughes softens her tone slightly. "The door is closed Tom and none will hear. We are quite private." He looks up at her, eyes brimming, "Please Mistress." She touches his cheek tenderly. "Well, just this once, boy. For old time's sake." She smiles at the relief in his face. "Over the stool, trousers down." Mrs Hughes takes a cane from the stand beside her chair. "You'll be spared nothing. And Tom, you'll do without any foolishness for a week." He nods furiously, "Yes Mistress, no Mistress" and bends over the stool, buttocks exposed. Mrs Hughes nods in satisfaction; Lady Sybil did well with him. "Ten strokes, you will count." She brings the cane down with a firm, well practiced stroke. "One" Tom gasps at the sting and lets the tears flow freely.

Daisy watches Thomas stalk towards the boot room, his face contorted with suppressed fury. "What's his problem?", she asks Mrs Patmore, who snorts in contempt. "That one. He thinks he's entitled to all the ass cherries around here. If he's not careful, he'll end up as whipping boy at the next dungeon." "But won't he enjoy that?" Daisy is puzzled. In her experience Thomas was a pain slut. She says as much to Mrs Patmore, who gives a truly evil chuckle. "Not if it's you who does the whipping, girl." Daisy blushes. Mrs Patmore looks at the boot room door thoughtfully. "Yes, a good whipping and a night giving his ass to you girls. Might be just the ticket, I'll have a word with Mrs Hughes. Now mind that sauce, girl! Save your whipping arm for them that deserve it!"