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by River Belle

  ‘Thank you,’ I said, as my whole body shifted forward with the power of the smack. I closed my eyes and took the pain, as it radiated around my buttocks, and through my core, all the way round to my little quim which shivered underneath me, so close to his rough hands.

  Again he beat me, and again I thanked him for it, and with each following strike it became easier to say thank you, even though the pain became more and more severe. I could feel the flesh of my bottom swelling and reddening with each slap as the Baron marked me, made me his. ‘Thank you, thank you, thank you Baron,’ I said, and I knew that I was thanking him with sincerity, as now each slap had started to make my pussy began to beat with pleasure, with anticipation. I knew he was looking at me there, because with each strike now he was pinching my buttocks and pushing them up so that he could see that secret little place. I knew that I had started to glisten for him. I felt my bladder start to fail on the eighth slap. The tell-tale few droplets of urine began to leak from me, and I knew that soon, I gush would take place.

  ‘Baron, I-’ I began, but he stopped me talking my slapping me once more. Then, unable to stop it, my anxiety got the better of me, and the floodgates opened. Piss started to flow from me, warm, acrid, piss. I felt the nappy start to fill, and the recognisable soggy feeling came back to me in an instant. I felt like a baby again, trying to control its bladder, with a stern daddy that wanted to teach it a strict lesson. The Baron knew immediately, and the smell and sensation seemed to rile him up even more.

  ‘Ten strikes is not enough for you, you filthy baby,’ he said, and laid down a flurry of new slaps on my behind, causing me to squeal in agony as I continued to empty myself on him. Then, with a roar of anger, he ripped open the nappy.

  ‘This is ruined!’ he shouted, ‘how dare you do such a terrible thing. Piss was still seeping from me, and I was surprised to feel the baron’s fingers walking their way back along my rump and settling on the inside of my thighs. ‘I suppose for a bad girl like you, getting smacked on the behind must have made your cunny-skin wet with lust.’ His fat fingers started to slowly stroke the wet lips of my rose, smoothly stroking my sweet little organ, causing a different type of wetness to emerge from me, as I became entirely consumed with a burning passion.

  ‘Yes, Baron,’ I whispered, ‘please, my Baron.’ I could still feel the sting from his hand on my behind, and the memory of the pain mixed with the utter pleasure his hands began to gave me. His finger was the first part of anyone save me to enter the space between my legs, and his hooked, probing fingers discovered for the first time how soft it was inside me, how hot and how quivering my pussy was. He began to slide his thick, wide-knuckled digits into me while making little deep groaning sounds. I could feel my wetness starting to coat his hands, as he plunged now two fingers inside me.

  ‘What a tight little kitty,’ he murmured to himself, as he started to push harder, deeper into me. My body began twitching as he explored me, and with each confident pound of his fingers, I gave myself more and more to him, to his mastery, to his power, to his perversion. I now imagined him striking my behind again and again as his fingers stretched my flesh, then, suddenly, he moved his other hand to a space just above my opening, to what now felt the centre of my sexual power, and he began to wetly slide his fingers over a hard nub of flesh there. The pleasure, the surprise of it, was like flowers opening at the speed of light in my mind. I felt streaks of hot joy spread instantly over my body and then, black spots appeared in my vision as I began to buckle on top of him, and finally, without thinking, my mouth made a word that I’d never said before, and I exploded with pleasure, as my entire body stiffened and relaxed.

  ‘Fuck,’ I gasped, my body collapsing in joy over him.

  ‘My lady has grown up,’ said the Baron, before wiping his soaking hand on my backside. ‘I look forward to our next meeting.’

  Chapter 67

  I struggled to understand quite what had happened between the Baron and myself. Had he been angry with me? Had he wanted to somehow show that he owned me? Had he done what he’d done to me just for his own perverse pleasure, to show the power that he had over me?

  After our encounter, the Baron had lifted me up, before placing me down on his chair, on to a dry towel. He’d thrown the wet diaper onto the trolley.

  ‘Wait here,’ he said, and within a few minutes, Verity, the maid, had come to collect me. She took me up to my chambers, and because I was so shaky on my feet, I was slow to follow her up the stairs.

  When we finally arrived in my room, I was shocked by how beautiful it was. The walls were painted a pastel yellow color, and large French drapes hung heavy in front of the huge windows which dominated the space. But there was one thing which reminded me that I was most definitely in the domain of the Baron. There was a large oil painting of the lord of the manor on the wall. It was unlike any other painting I’d ever seen. In it, the Baron was totally nude. His body was like that of an Adonis, with beautifully sculpted, anatomically perfect musculature. And between his legs hung a most mighty cock. I’d never, ever seen the like of if before in my life. If that was what truly hung under the Baron, I could scarcely believe that he was human.

  ‘Do you like the painting, my dear?’ asked the maid, as she fussed with my possessions.

  I didn’t know what to say, so I remained silent. The maid came right up to me, in a way that no servant had ever done before, and then, without so much as a second’s notice, she struck me across the face.

  ‘You’re going to have to learn to speak when you’re spoken to, young lady, do you understand? The Baron has given me quite strict instructions that I’m to discipline you if you misbehave.’

  ‘Yes, I like the painting very much,’ I said. I didn’t add you old trout which is what I was thinking.

  ‘Very good. That wasn’t so hard, now was it? When you’re ready, disrobe and come through that door please.’

  ‘Disrobe?’

  ‘Yes, that’s right. Are you simple or something? Must you repeat everything I say? It’s time for me to bathe you, so, unless you want to get your clothes wet, it’s better that you take them off.’

  She walked into the adjoining bathroom and I waited for a moment before taking my clothes off. I heard the sound of a bath being drawn in the other room, and the maid started singing some infernal tune. I couldn’t believe what was going on here. I hadn’t had someone bathe me since I was a little girl. Did these people not know that I was a fully grown woman of eighteen years? Well, I suppose the Baron did know all about my womanhood. I blushed again, and slipped off my dress. I looked at my behind in the mirror and saw that I was red and puffy still. He’d truly marked me. I walked closer and saw quite clearly the mark of his signet ring. There was a perfectly thin, red ‘D’ on my backside. I don’t know why, but I felt a thrill of pride burst through my body.

  When I walked into the bathroom, the maid was waiting, with a monstrous scrubbing brush in her hand.

  ‘Hmm, your breasts are more comely than I’d imagined,’ said Verity, somehow loading the compliment with scorn. ‘Well, get in.’

  I did so, and was pleased to note that the water was warm and full of bubbles. It felt good to take a bath, particularly after my earlier rough treatment. Verity immediately started to scrub me quite severely with the brush, and although I hadn’t felt particularly dirty, it was nice to be looked after.

  ‘So, what do you think of the Baron?’ she asked, ferociously scrubbing my back.

  ‘He seems very stern,’ I said, not wanting to cause offence.

  ‘Oh, he is stern. But he is a good man. You’ll learn to appreciate just how good he is. He is always fair.’

  She started to scrub my legs, moving the brush closer to my thighs and then she lodged it right between my legs.

  ‘Ow!’ I said, surprised.

  ‘Don’t moan, I need to clean out your quim. The Baron has big plans for you tonight, and your little cunny must be spick and span and ready for h
is instrument. We need to make your marriage legal, so the Baron must take your blood tonight, take your maidenhood.’ She started to scrub my little pussy. It stung a little, but to be honest, the rough bristles of the brush felt good against my little secret place. She scrubbed softly, and I could feel my delicate lips thanking her for the attention.

  ‘Let’s get your little pink garden absolutely shining for the Baron, shall we? And I’ll give your arse hole a scrub for good measure.’ She moved the head of the brush underneath me, and started to scrub my back passage. It felt surprisingly sweet also, and I found myself closing my eyes and exhaling softly.

  ‘Now that we’re all done, let’s get you dry, and in the harness.’ She put down the brush and held up a soft-looking towel.

  ‘The harness?’

  ‘Oh don’t worry, it’s all for your own good my dear, to make it as simple and painless as possible. Come on, out you get.’

  Chapter 68

  When I was quite dry, Verity took me back into my chamber, and dressed me in a tiny little frilly frock. I saw that the Baron’s proclivity for short dresses was quite profound as, if anything, this particular garment was even shorter than the pink thing he’d bade me wear for my inspection. This dress was the purest shade of white I’d ever seen in an item of clothing.

  ‘Quite virginal, this little number, isn’t it?’ mused the maid, ‘Yes, quite, quite appropriate for a young lady to wear on her wedding night.’ I had to admit, it was a beautiful little dress, if quite inappropriate. It came down so low on the bust that it felt almost as though it was a corset. The heaving flesh of my bosoms was on clear display above the fabric, and when I turned fast enough in the mirror, I could see the curve of my buttocks underneath the twirling fabric.

  ‘Now, let’s get you in the bed, shall we?’

  The maid led me to my bed, and I noticed, for the first time, some odd extra features that I’d not seen in a bed before; there were coarse looking leather straps which came out from underneath the covers, and a few other hanging pieces of leather cord from the canopy above the bed. Was I to be trussed up like an animal? The thought came suddenly and shockingly clear in my mind, and as soon as I interrogated the idea I knew that it would be my fate. It made perfect sense. This is how the Baron wanted me: totally in his power, completely under his control.

  ‘Come on, hop up onto the mattress.’

  I didn’t even have the strength to argue. I knew that it would just make the situation worse. So, I crawled like an animal onto the soft mattress, feeling its quality beneath me. I manoeuvred myself into the leather straps, and the maid pulled the buckles tight around my ankles as I rested on all fours. Soon, she’d strapped me in so tightly that I couldn’t move my legs. I was bent over, and she put her hand in the small of my back, before lifting my arms upwards and using the straps which hung from the canopy she fastened my wrists close to the ceiling. My torso dangled from the straps so that my breasts were pushed forwards and my bottom was pushed back. It was a surprisingly comfortable position, because I could relax into the straps from the ceiling. There was no real pressure on any part of my body.

  ‘Excellent,’ she said, ‘his lordship is going to love this!’

  She lifted up my skirts so that my little pussy and my ass were bare in the evening air. ‘Lovely,’ she said, ‘what a beautifully clean little cunny, just right for the Baron to plough to his heart’s content.’

  And I waited. It must have been a few hours, because soon, I was dozing off. I woke to the sound of the Baron’s resonant voice behind me.

  ‘Well, well well, I must apologise for keeping you waiting for so long, my little treat, but there was urgent business to which I had to attend. Now though, we are simply left with the matter of pleasure.’

  I couldn’t turn my head to see him. Something about the situation made me suddenly aware of how much I wanted his touch. It was agony not being able to move, not being able to kiss him, not be able to let him know how much I wanted him. I felt again the sweet sensation of moisture begin to blossom on the lips of my quim, and I longed for him to see. I heard a long, deep sniff come from right next to my pussy. Had he…smelled me?

  ‘The scent of your cunt is sweet perfume to me, wife,’ he said. ‘Oh so tempting to take my belt and to strike your beautiful behind once more. But, alas, the maid tells me you have been so good this afternoon,’ as he said the word good, I felt what must have been his thumb, split the lips of my pussy slightly, forcing its thick tip into me.

  ‘Oh yes, I’ve heard stories about how nice you looked as the maid scrubbed your kitty for me, how pliant you were to all of her requests,’ he pushed his thumb deeper into me, ‘I even hear that she gave your little rose a scrub,’ he said, and then, I felt the thick wetness of his tongue, licking up my arsehole, making shivers of pleasure run up and down my body.

  ‘Please Baron,’ I said, ‘don’t punish me.’

  ‘Don’t worry dear,’ he said, his breath hot on my backside, ‘the punishment is all over now. But I must ask you to place this in your mouth, to stop any crying which baby might indulge in.’ He pushed something into my mouth. It was a knotted piece of handkerchief, which smelled sweet, almost of sesame and honey.

  ‘It’s a pacifier, designed to soothe babies, I thought this might help with the pain my dear, just suck it and enjoy.’

  I began to draw on the pacifier and felt instantly calm and relaxed. I felt a soothing numbness in my mouth and pushed my pussy back onto his face and felt again the good thickness of his thumb press up into me.

  ‘Now sweetheart, time for my little princess to grow up,’ he said.

  With that, he withdrew his thumb, and I felt something else, something smooth and hot, kiss the lips of my pussy. Then, this new object, this incredibly forceful object split me apart like a peach. The Baron’s dick had finally made its home in me.

  ‘Don’t worry my love, this will only hurt briefly, then, it will be so good.’ True enough, the monstrous mass of his penis was causing a tugging tear of pain inside me. I winced, and he plunged deeper, and then the pain was gone, leaving in its place only fullness, only joy, only long, hard, deep pleasure. He pushed even further in. I couldn’t believe the depths he was plundering within me.

  ‘You’re so tight, my little virgin bride, I’ve not felt one as tight as you before,’ he said, groaning with pleasure.

  ‘My darling, you can call me your husband now,’ he said, and he started to slide in and out of my passage. I closed my eyes and my mouth opened wider and wider with each thrust, as new avenues of pleasure and experience were unlocked to me. This man was thunder, he was the earth, he was the most powerful creature on the planet, and he was filling me up, making me a woman, making me his. I could feel every inch of him, I could perceive all of the contours of his cock, every vein, every throb as he took me.

  I felt his arms on my buttocks now as he pulled me wider apart. My juices ran so freely it felt as though there was almost no friction between us, like our bodies were two tongues slipping past each other, trying to find their way into quims and cocks that prodded and probed them. The speed of his thrusts increased, and I found that every sensation I was experiencing added to my pleasure; the tug of the straps on my limbs, the soft mattress on my knees, his coarse body against mine, the slapping of his balls into my pussy, the sweat dripping from his brow onto my back. We rutted and rolled together, and then, with a grunt, he reached his arms around me and took hold of my breasts. With a long, firm stroke his pushed his cock all the way in, deeper than it had been before, and he pinched my nipples with all of his might. I shrieked with pain and then, moaned with pleasure.

  ‘That feels good, doesn’t it, my bride, to have my fingers around your teats as I fuck you?’ He pulled the pacifier from my mouth and let me speak.

  ‘Yes, husband,’ I said, and as I spoke, he forced his fingers into my mouth. I bit them and licked them and sucked them as he continued to fuck me, settling into the rhythm of a
galloping stallion and then, with his other hand, he reached between my legs and pinched the nub of flesh at the top of my sex and I howled. My body started to wrack and spasm and I felt like I saw God in front of me, watching us. The pleasure was so great that I yelped and pulled hard against my restraints. I felt a rolling pleasure start to build within me, and then with a power unlike anything I’d ever experienced, a climax built within me and I screamed in pleasure. I felt the Baron suddenly roar and then, the tip of his penis, followed by the entire shaft began to pulse and throb and he deposited his seed deep inside me.

  The Baron loosened my restraints, and we slumped down together on the heavenly bed, both satisfied. I felt as though life was not as bad as it could have been. What was a season in Bath, compared to a lifetime with the Baron?

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