His Lordship and the new maid (closed)

[PhoenixPrime01]

It's 1795 in London and Baron Smythe-Jones was seated at his desk in the study of his London townhouse finishing the household accounts for the month when there’s a discrete knock on the study door.

“Enter.”

Bernard, the household major domo and head butler enters and closes the door.

“Your Lordship, I have interviewed those seeking to be your personal maid and join the upstairs staff as you requested and have the final one outside awaiting your time for your personal interview.
“Would this be a convenient time for you to speak with her your Lordship.”

His Lordship closes the ledger, sets down his quill and replies, “Very well Bernard you may show her in then leave us please and shut the door.
“I don’t wish to be disturbed until I use the bell rope to summon you again.”

“Yes your Lordship,” Bernard replies as he bows and leaves only to enter again leading a young woman in.

“Your Lordship this young woman wishes employment as your personal maid sir.”

“Very well. Thank you Bernard you may leave us.”

Bernard replies quietly, “Yes your Lordship.”
As he turns and passes her he whispers, “If you do wish a place here be obedient no matter what.”
Then he exits the study and softly closes the door behind him.

“Come over and stand in front of my desk girl and let me get a look at you.
“What is your name girl?”

 

[Minxish]

With and uncertain nod of promise to the butler Bernard, she vowed not to make his Lordship displeased with her in anyway. Her parents, now both past, would not have wished their daughter into servitude of anyone, but her choices now were limited to survival... or not.

Two winters since her father had been taken by a horrible coughing illness, she and her mother made their way cleaning houses and watching after rather horrid little, beastly children of affluent society. Her mother had often wished her to leave this land, travel far away to another where she would not be hindered by those who knew her only as peasantry.

Her honey brown eyes remained downcast as she made the slow journey to his desk, her footfalls quiet on the wooden floor, fingers fidgeting nervously behind her back. Long hair like thick spun silk that had never seen a razor's touch, tied tightly back in a simple plait rested against the backs of her thighs. Its warm, chestnut color enhanced her sun-kissed skin. Her frame was slender not due to her impoverished life, but rather a life filled with honest work. Her face and skin were soft, regardless and had only yet seen 18 summers. She desperately fought the urge to chew her bottom lip as she stood awaiting his scruitinous gaze.

"Bethany, M'lord. My name is Bethany."

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Baron Smythe-Jones:

He smiled at her lowered head and also at what he could see of her face and figure in her rather shapeless dress. While it didn't conform to her figure as style dictated the swell of her bodice and at her hips promised she was a fine figure of young womanhood.

"Very well Bethany. As you already know I'm Baron Smythe-Jones and your prospective employer.
"You've already satisified Bernard that you can fill the position as my personal maid satisfactorially or you wouldn't be standing there talking with me now.
"Now you have to satisfy me that you can fulfill all of the duties of that position and that you can satisify me and all of my wants and wishes girl.
"Do you believe you'd be able to do so Bethany?
"Do you think you can be obedient to my wishes and fulfill my needs and wants satisfactorily girl?"