His Bride's Shameful Training

by Emily Tilton

  “Oh, your mama will, I think, be quite happy with the way I mean to train you, Leticia,” he said with a wicked smile. “Dr. Brown has consented to help me control your wantonness while I enjoy myself with you all the while. I wish your sweet cunny to respond only to me, and your mother will know only that you have become a submissive bride who dotes upon her bridegroom and obeys his every command.”

  “And…” Leticia whispered. “And why… why will I…?” She seemed unable to finish the sentence, so Sir Henry finished it for her.

  “Why will you obey me that way?” He smiled. “Because if you do not, the measures we take today to curb your naughty cunt’s waywardness will be renewed.”

  Chapter Seven

  Celia’s mind was in a whirl, but when she glanced over at Miss Leticia she could see that her mistress thoughts now spun in an even dizzier fashion than her own: the beautiful, sometimes sweet, sometimes haughty brown eyes seemed dazed as the aristocratic girl looked from Sir Henry to Dr. Brown as if seeking some indication that the baronet’s words did not mean what they seemed to mean.

  For a moment Celia almost felt some sympathy for Miss Leticia. Then she remembered the proud girl’s lie, and the threat of having to return to the farm, and she resolved to play whatever part she might be offered in Sir Henry’s wicked plan. She had no doubt at all that the man meant exactly what he said—nor did she think she would even mind being fucked for the first time here in Miss Leticia’s bedchamber. It would, she thought wildly, serve her mistress right: the chambermaid would shame the bride-to-be with every moan she gave forth under the bridegroom’s cock.

  If the defloration of both girls took place in this unusual, terribly lewd fashion that even Celia’s uncle could not, she felt sure, have dreamt up, it would put paid to Miss Leticia’s dreams of white-gowned debutante superiority over the world. Celia’s cunt would prove no less pleasurable to the noble Sir Henry Vexin than his society bride’s—and perhaps a good deal more, since Celia clearly had more experience in these lascivious matters. Dr. Brown now obviously meant to introduce both young women thoroughly to the true nature of fucking, and the maid felt sure she would prove the apter pupil.

  She did not, of course, view the prospect of the punishment promised to Miss Leticia and to herself with any relish, but Celia had experience in that area, too, since her uncle had applied the strap to her bare bottom so regularly and so fiercely over the whipping stool in the farmhouse. True, the idea of the measures about which Sir Henry and Dr. Brown kept speaking filled her with apprehension, but again she felt that on the farm she had gained a toughness that her mistress lacked.

  Until last night Celia had regarded that part of her as coarse and unsuited to her new life among the aristocracy: she had hoped that perhaps Miss Leticia would burnish it away, as Celia learned to serve her mistress well—the way the girls who came from families where service ran in the blood cared for their employers. With Miss Leticia’s horrid false accusation, and then her bald-faced lie, in view, though, Celia embraced her country origin. Miss Leticia Stewart had never had her bottom bared for a whipping—even if she herself had to take the cane to see it, Celia intended to enjoy watching her mistress made to pay for her lewdness as her bridegroom flogged her young backside until the girl screamed her penitence.

  “You girls should go ahead and get undressed, now,” Dr. Brown said. “I will examine Miss Deaver first, since it seems she has, as often happens with young women who have been raised on a farm, grown more used to sexual ideas than Miss Stewart. Both of you should be naked, now, though, so that you begin to understand Sir Henry’s natural right to enjoy the sight of your beauty without the impediment of the clothing society imposes.”

  Celia found it hard to follow the complicated things the doctor said about natural rights, but she knew that men liked to see girls naked, for Nell had told her that Uncle often made her get completely undressed before he fucked her. Turning to Miss Leticia, she saw horror in her mistress’ brown eyes, and that made the maid bolder.

  “Come, now, miss,” Celia said airily, as if taking off her clothes with another girl in front of two men held nothing unusual for her. “I shall help you off with your night rail.”

  Miss Leticia looked at Dr. Brown. For a moment she seemed unable to discover anything to say, but then she stammered, “H-her first… please?” She turned her eyes to Sir Henry. “Please make her do it first?”

  “That seems just,” said Dr. Brown. “Miss Deaver, pray remove your clothing, and show Miss Stewart how natural it is for a young woman to appear in the nude before a physician and the man responsible for disciplining her and enjoying her with his penis.”

  Some of the self-possession Celia had affected left her then, but she knew that she must not lose at least the appearance of confidence, or she would not be able truly to have her revenge on her mistress. She nodded and forced a smile, knowing that her cheeks had turned red but hoping the blush might pass for eagerness to participate in this wicked new game. Looking boldly at Dr. Brown, she reached behind her to untie her apron.

  Sir Henry took each garment from Celia as she proceeded: her dress, her petticoat, her stays. Now she stood only in shift and drawers and her heart nearly quailed. She looked at Miss Leticia, whose own face blushed crimson, and for a moment she thought she could not go through with it, but Sir Henry reached down and lifted the shift off before Celia could do anything more than utter a tiny cry of surprise. She stood clad only in the frilly drawers Mrs. Graves had given her when she arrived at Hartvane. Celia, who had never in her life worn drawers before, had thought they felt very funny, touching her in that area where Uncle whipped her and Nell had taught her to touch herself so naughtily.

  Instinctively she covered her little breasts with her hands, but Sir Henry said, “Take your hands away, girl, and drop those drawers. Dr. Brown is a medical man, and will examine every bit of you.”

  Now the heat came all over Celia’s face and neck; how could she have thought she could do this with such assurance? How could she lower her underclothes and show them her maiden cunny, her little bottom?

  Another glance at Miss Leticia, though, and the impression that her mistress was enjoying Celia’s hesitation stiffened the girl’s resolve. She put her hands behind her quick as you liked and undid the button at the drawers’ waistband, then let them fall, her eyes meeting Miss Leticia’s, wondering if the proud brunette, too, were thinking of the previous night and the mischief they had got up to in the very bed upon which she sat. Before Mrs. Stewart had come in, Miss Leticia had begun to kiss Celia’s blonde-thatched cunt very eagerly indeed.

  Now the maid had the sudden, rude impulse to step to her mistress and present the naughty part again, with the demand that Miss Leticia Stewart continue her mouth’s lewd service that instant. Then, with a wave of feeling down there that startled her, Celia had the notion that she would like to see Miss Leticia with Sir Henry’s cock in her mouth. The image that formed in her fancy made her draw a sharp breath, so distinct was it despite Celia having spoken truly when she had said she had never seen a man’s penis. She didn’t know what the baronet’s hard manhood would look like, precisely, but she could see it thrust inside haughty Miss Leticia’s mouth and moved vigorously, forcefully in and out, back and forth the way Nell said Uncle did when he fucked her, until the seed spurted and Miss Leticia would have to swallow all of it or have a spanking.

  In confusion, she looked down at her feet and realized she still had her black garters, stockings, and slippers on, which made her feel strange and terribly naughty. Self-consciously, hoping that her feigned confidence would return if she only kept on with the actions demanded of her, she stooped to unfasten the garters and roll down the stockings, kicking off the slippers as she did.

  “Good girl,” said Dr. Brown in a warm voice. “Now, Miss Stewart, do you see how easy that is, and how natural Miss Deaver looks this way? She is ready to have her first coitus, and to learn the ways of a man’s bedchamber, and she has no
t been promised the prosperous married life your future husband Sir Henry has offered you. I assure you that one way or another, before you leave this bedchamber you will be examined in the same state of nature, and soundly punished, and made to take your bridegroom’s penis where he will be pleased to enter you with it. Must we undress you by force?”

  Celia’s whole body felt afire at this little speech of the physician. Its praise of her, and its strongly worded expression of the coming defloration of her mistress, returned some of her self-possession to her. She managed to raise her eyes and look in curiosity at her mistress to see how Miss Leticia would react to this most decisive expression of Sir Henry’s intentions and Dr. Brown’s resolve to see them enacted.

  Miss Leticia had caught her lower lip in her teeth and chewed fiercely upon it, as her eyes roamed all around the room as if trying to avoid looking either at Sir Henry or at Dr. Brown while still not lowering their gaze submissively to the floor.

  “What is it to be?” Sir Henry asked in a severe tone. “You must remove your clothing at once, Leticia, or the doctor and I will hold you while Celia strips you naked.”

  A whimpering sob came from Miss Leticia’s throat, and her hands trembled in her lap. She looked at Celia, and a shudder went through the brown-haired girl’s whole body as if at the thought of being naked with her naked maid.

  “I… I cannot,” she whispered.

  Sir Henry did not give her another chance but stepped forward and took hold of her left shoulder, pulling Miss Leticia to her feet.

  “Oh, please,” the girl wailed, but Dr. Brown went to her other side and held her other shoulder.

  “Miss Deaver,” he said, and Celia felt such a wicked need then to assist in the stripping of her proud mistress that she positively tripped forward to begin to tug the green silk dressing gown away. The men moved their hands so that Celia could pull the gown down Miss Leticia’s back, off her arms, and let it drop to the floor. Celia bent to grasp the hem of the lovely night rail with its lace ornaments and pulled it quickly upward and over her mistress’ head.

  She could not deny that Miss Leticia had a sort of society beauty that a country girl like Celia could never attain. Her breasts, a little bigger than Celia’s, had round brown nipples the size of a shilling. Her hips curved like a violin, and the brown curls between them covered up the slit of her maiden cunt much more effectively than Celia’s golden ones concealed her private pout between her trim thighs.

  “Lovely,” said Sir Henry in a voice of sincere admiration. “I cannot wait to fuck you, darling.”

  That drew another little whimper from Miss Leticia, and now again Celia felt a little sympathy for the girl. With all her elegant clothing removed, in this state of nature as the doctor had called it, her haughty mistress seemed much more likely to repent of the wicked way she had treated her maid.

  But Miss Leticia responded to her suitor’s sincere, if rather coarse, expression with an anger that made Celia’s desire to see the girl learn her lesson return in full spate.

  “You mustn’t!” she said. “You are being beastly, Sir Henry!” She had put her right arm across her chest and her left hand in front of her cunny, and she glared at him.

  He for his part, and to Celia’s panting, burning excitement, took one step and seized Miss Leticia by the shoulder again, spinning her around so that he could bend her over her bed.

  “No! Please!” Miss Leticia shrieked, her defiance forgotten.

  But Sir Henry clearly had no intention of allowing his intended bride to resist him. With his left hand around the girl’s waist, he raised his right hand high and brought it down upon her bare, round bottom with a loud smack, and commenced to spank Miss Leticia Stewart hard and fast.

  Chapter Eight

  Really, Sir Henry did not know if Dr. Brown approved of the step he had taken, in spanking Leticia. He also did not much care. The baronet had no intention of receiving the slightest disrespect from his charmer without making clear to her that such behavior carried a heavy price.

  “Sir Henry… please…” Leticia wailed, as she received what he knew to be her very first spanking.

  “Your mother has lamentably neglected to discipline you properly, Leticia,” he said, as he continued to redden her sweet little bottom. “That will be remedied in my house.”

  She struggled in his grasp, tried to escape, but he held her fast, his cock swelling enormously in his trousers at the silken touch of her creamy skin. His left hand, curled around her hip, moved saucily downward as if of its own accord, until his fingertips could feel the wiry brown curls that concealed the maiden cunny he meant to fuck so very soon.

  “Don’t! Please, don’t!” Leticia wailed, but Sir Henry simply kept on spanking her: center, right, left. When he brought his hand down hard right in the middle of her bottom he could feel the heat that her nakedness, his talk of fucking, and this punishment had begun to bring into her naughty cunt.

  Celia stood behind him, and Sir Henry wished he could see her naked loveliness as he spanked his naked Leticia, but as the mistress screamed out in the agony of her punishment he heard the maid give a wonderfully ambiguous sob: arousal, pity, fear—all the best sort of emotions for a submissive young woman, the baronet thought, seemed joined in that little noise.

  With a tremendous final spank he ended this first correction, and began to rub the lovely, rosy bottom with firm circular motions, still holding Leticia motionless. His girl must learn to accept exactly what he decided to do with the very special region between her waist and her knees, whether the lesson came in the form of a flogging or a caress.

  Leticia moaned in a low, lewd voice as her bridegroom held her warm bottom-cheeks. Unable to help himself, wanting to make as clear as he could to the girl how thoroughly he meant to rule over her, Sir Henry moved his caress down and in, rubbing more softly now, fondling her most intimate places possessively.

  “Oh… Sir Henry… please… don’t do…” Her voice came in little gasps, and the struggle of her hips changed from the defiant attempts to escape to a wanton riding, bucking motion, as if she could not repress her need for the most lascivious possible lesson the baronet could give.

  “Hush, Leticia,” said Sir Henry. His fingertips found the naughty furrow where she had learned to play, rubbed gently in the soaking slit, moved further to touch the sensate bud that he knew she must think so enticing and so troublesome. “This cunny belongs to me, now. The doctor will examine it, and we will take the necessary steps to train you properly. Then I will fuck you here, and…” He moved his thumb a little, to press against the sweetest button of an anus he had ever felt. “Here, too.”

  Celia, behind him, gave a pleasing little gasp. Leticia’s whimper, as the ball of his thumb entered her tiniest passage a very short distance, gave Sir Henry just as much satisfaction.

  Dr. Brown spoke, easily reclaiming command of the scene and with his frank tone of voice telling Sir Henry that the physician approved of his actions. “You, too, will undergo anal coitus, Miss Deaver,” he said. “It is Sir Henry’s intention that both you young ladies be made fully subject to him today.”

  “But…” Celia said, her voice very faint. Leticia for her part could only wriggle her bottom, clearly beset with too many confusing feelings to allow for coherent speech.

  “Anal intercourse,” the doctor said, “represents the most significant act of mastery that a man responsible for a young woman—or, in this case, two young women—can perform to teach them of his right of the phallus. Sir Henry means to claim that right over both of you, and I am satisfied that he intends to provide for you in the fashion a natural man does, according to his means, for the girls he enjoys. You are very fortunate to have a master so well endowed with worldly goods—you need fear no want, as you accept his rightful dominion over your body and receive the training he wishes you to have in how to please him.”

  This discourse left Celia speechless. Nor did Leticia find any words with which to frame the lewd feelings Sir H
enry continued to incite with his knowing fingers between her thighs, twined in the sweet curls, gently soothing her tiny clitoris. Her sighs and the little movements of her well-spanked bottom told him, though, that she had heard what the doctor had to say.

  “Shall we proceed to the examination, then, Sir Henry?” the Scot asked.

  “By all means,” the baronet replied, though he gave up his hold on Leticia’s hip and his exploration of her cunny with the greatest reluctance.

  “Both of you on your backs, now, across the bed,” said Dr. Brown. “You will raise your knees and hold them open for me, if you please.”

  Leticia had risen, though Sir Henry couldn’t resist keeping his hand possessively upon the little bottom he had spanked, so that she remained turned away toward the bed where she must now spread her legs and expose her sweet cunt to his view. He heard her whisper, in a tone of wonder, “If you please.”

  “Yes,” he said firmly. “And you will please to follow Dr. Brown’s instructions, or I will fetch the cane this instant. Lie on the bed and show us the place you decided you had the right to touch so wickedly last night. It is time you learned more about what I will do there with my cock, when I fuck you, and time for the doctor to make certain you are ready for fucking.”

  “It is well,” said the doctor in an amiable tone, “that we have two young women here. After I conduct my initial examination, we shall have each of them take a careful look between the other’s legs—much more careful a look, I should add,” he said, looking at Leticia, whom Sir Henry now urged with his hand to turn around and face the physician with her blushing visage, “than I imagine you got last night when you kissed Miss Deaver’s vulva under the bedclothes.”

  Both naked girls blushed crimson at the news that the doctor had heard an account of the position in which Mrs. Stewart had found them when she pulled back the covers from their lewd Sapphic pursuits. Sir Henry could not resist increasing their confusion.