my stomach and placed a pillow under my wounded shoulder to support it comfortably. My angry cries were muffled against the bed and my struggles futile as Lord Drake positioned one of his palms in the middle of my back to steady me. Quickly his free hand lifted my nightdress, baring my legs and bottom. I was as helpless as a babe in his hold. I felt his hand smooth and cup a buttock.
“Such a beautiful bottom and still blushing a little from your spanking at the Viscount’s Hedonist Dragon Club meeting.”
I felt the bed dip as he sat down again, his hand still smoothing the skin of my buttock.
“I will not have a woman or indeed my bride killed because of her reckless obstinacy and disobedience. You will take a marital vow to obey me, madam, and I will ensure you keep to it with strict discipline,” he said with sternness. “You will be spanked with my hand, but should you push me with your stubbornness for the rest of today, this evening I will bare your bottom and strike it with my riding crop.” True to his word, he struck my bottom hard with his hand.
I yelped, gagged against the bedclothes. My buttocks rose involuntarily with the blows, making his subsequent strikes easier to deliver and harder in their application. My skin tingled and flared with heat. He caught the neat small fold where the buttocks meets the back of the thighs and struck it harshly. I bucked against the bed as though ridden hard and firm by a man from behind. My face warmed both with shame and with the fury of my temper.
I felt as though my punishment would never end. Each blow was harder than the last. Tears gathered and I sobbed. The strange ache I had felt gather in my pussy the last time Lord Drake had taken me to task over his knee built and throbbed again. I was past myself with anxiety it should appear again. Why would I find being spanked like a recalcitrant child arousing?
I was forced to bear another three resounding slaps. They were loud and my spanking from the master of the house would most definitely have been heard by the servants and anyone of high standing who resided there. Shame and need burned inside me.
When Lord Drake finished spanking, he stroked my burning flesh with gentleness and then bestowed both buttocks with a cooling kiss. He gave my bottom a gentle pat and then caressed the crease below one of the fleshy mounds as it curved and flattened to the back of my thigh. I was sobbing against the pillow, humiliated and frustrated I could not exert my own will.
“Shhh,” he whispered softly, still holding me down against the bed. “I will provide you with a good life as my bride, and more importantly, you will be protected from a bride sale,” he soothed, moving his caress farther in to my inner thigh just before it curved upwards into the moist folds of my sex. The ache between my thighs pounded and I became desperate for him to ease it. I forced myself to concentrate on my anger. I would not allow Lord Drake to master me with arousal.
“But I will not be loved,” I sobbed, raising my head from the bed.
There was a pause. Lord Drake would not answer my retort. He slipped his hand between my thighs and made me gasp when he tickled one plump lip of my pussy by stroking his finger along its ridge through the dark curls nestling there. He teased and taunted the ache in my channel and the pulsing throb of my clit. I could not bear it.
“I can’t love you,” he told me suddenly. “I can’t. The last woman I loved and decided to take as a bride died because of me at the hands of a man like the Viscount. That is why I lent my assistance to the constable in exposing the Viscount. I loved Helen, but I was afraid at the strength of my love and I was unfaithful to her. I have no family. My parents and sister were killed when their carriage overturned, and I felt as if everyone I loved would die or leave me forever in a similar manner. Helen was
“Such a beautiful bottom and still blushing a little from your spanking at the Viscount’s Hedonist Dragon Club meeting.”
I felt the bed dip as he sat down again, his hand still smoothing the skin of my buttock.
“I will not have a woman or indeed my bride killed because of her reckless obstinacy and disobedience. You will take a marital vow to obey me, madam, and I will ensure you keep to it with strict discipline,” he said with sternness. “You will be spanked with my hand, but should you push me with your stubbornness for the rest of today, this evening I will bare your bottom and strike it with my riding crop.” True to his word, he struck my bottom hard with his hand.
I yelped, gagged against the bedclothes. My buttocks rose involuntarily with the blows, making his subsequent strikes easier to deliver and harder in their application. My skin tingled and flared with heat. He caught the neat small fold where the buttocks meets the back of the thighs and struck it harshly. I bucked against the bed as though ridden hard and firm by a man from behind. My face warmed both with shame and with the fury of my temper.
I felt as though my punishment would never end. Each blow was harder than the last. Tears gathered and I sobbed. The strange ache I had felt gather in my pussy the last time Lord Drake had taken me to task over his knee built and throbbed again. I was past myself with anxiety it should appear again. Why would I find being spanked like a recalcitrant child arousing?
I was forced to bear another three resounding slaps. They were loud and my spanking from the master of the house would most definitely have been heard by the servants and anyone of high standing who resided there. Shame and need burned inside me.
When Lord Drake finished spanking, he stroked my burning flesh with gentleness and then bestowed both buttocks with a cooling kiss. He gave my bottom a gentle pat and then caressed the crease below one of the fleshy mounds as it curved and flattened to the back of my thigh. I was sobbing against the pillow, humiliated and frustrated I could not exert my own will.
“Shhh,” he whispered softly, still holding me down against the bed. “I will provide you with a good life as my bride, and more importantly, you will be protected from a bride sale,” he soothed, moving his caress farther in to my inner thigh just before it curved upwards into the moist folds of my sex. The ache between my thighs pounded and I became desperate for him to ease it. I forced myself to concentrate on my anger. I would not allow Lord Drake to master me with arousal.
“But I will not be loved,” I sobbed, raising my head from the bed.
There was a pause. Lord Drake would not answer my retort. He slipped his hand between my thighs and made me gasp when he tickled one plump lip of my pussy by stroking his finger along its ridge through the dark curls nestling there. He teased and taunted the ache in my channel and the pulsing throb of my clit. I could not bear it.
“I can’t love you,” he told me suddenly. “I can’t. The last woman I loved and decided to take as a bride died because of me at the hands of a man like the Viscount. That is why I lent my assistance to the constable in exposing the Viscount. I loved Helen, but I was afraid at the strength of my love and I was unfaithful to her. I have no family. My parents and sister were killed when their carriage overturned, and I felt as if everyone I loved would die or leave me forever in a similar manner. Helen was
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