However, on this autumn afternoon I am returning to Number 4 Whitehall Place, responding to yet another summons by Captain Stuart, where he hopefully has a new assignment for me. My customary knock is again answered by the silver-haired gentleman. “Good afternoon, Mr. Jones,” I greet him with a smile as I have now taken the time to learn his name. “It is such a pleasure to see you in good health.”
“Mrs. Rowan, be assured it is my pleasure to see you,” he replies with a smile of his own before ushering me into the familiar sitting room. Taking my seat, I fold my hands together and politely wait for Captain Stuart. In only a moment he enters and, when I offer him my hand by way of our customary greeting, he takes it most gently and bows to kiss its back instead of the familiar handshake grip. He appears to be in surprisingly good humor.
“Sir,” I say, but can think of nothing to add as the old apparition again tickles something deep within my belly.
The captain sits upon the small couch across from my chair. Mr. Jones brings us tea and biscuits before retiring and closing the door behind him.
“Miss Rowan,” the captain begins, “I have found your report of the Barnet affair most stimulating reading.” I believe he is smiling.
“Thank you, sir,” I say cautiously, hoping that his keen mind has not seen through to my embarrassing moments.
“There has been a distinct transformation over you since our previous discussion. Your work is most timely and thoroughly produced. You have my approval.” Despite my efforts to remain composed, a smile forms upon my lips as I nod my appreciation of his approval. “Stimulating reading as it is, I suspect the report would be even more interesting had some elements not been edited out.” His true meaning in this statement could be veiled, however I did remove all reference to my bare bottom spankings and to my efforts to discern the nightly task performed by Sir Anthony that so effectively pleased Lady Ann. While Captain Stuart would have no reason to suspect that these references ever existed, he does know that the final spanking that he personally witnessed was also removed.
He lifts his eyes to study me.
“Sir, your exact meaning escapes me, but I do strive to be complete in my reports,” I say, attempting to stall the inevitable, embarrassing discussion. I am unsure of the exact point of his comments about the report’s completeness, as only he and the royal family will read the final report before it is burned.
“Yes, but we both know that there are details missing.” As I prepare a response, he waves me into silence and then continues, “Let me digress for a moment and tell you that it was your father’s direction that I should keep a close watch over you. He loved you deeply and did see in you the need to become your own woman… to mature on your own.” He stops for a moment to study my reaction, but as I still have no idea as to his purpose in this line of conversation, I merely stare back at him. “Even after his death, I remain your father’s devoted friend. I have always tried to perform my duty to his memory, but from a.... a remote perspective. However,” now his eyes lock on mine, “I can’t count the number of times that I concluded that what you needed most… was a sound spanking.”
I gasp as my jaw drops! This is his purpose, to expose my humiliation at the hands of Mrs. Davenport and Sir Anthony.
“Now I see that you have benefited from just such an experience. Even though you choose not to admit this, even to me, I can see a most delightful transformation in your demeanor.” I nod, although I am not quite sure that I have been complemented. “And now let us return to the subject of your abbreviated report.” I swallow hard. “When I presented this assignment to you I most emphatically stated that you were to observe the dowager countess and learn of the source of her income ONLY. However, once you completed that task you did not do as instructed and report your findings directly to me. Again you risked personal injury unnecessarily in a needless attempt to apprehend the Countess Barnet.”
Is this the issue he has with my lack of completeness? Is he thus still ignorant of the extent of my humiliating spanking experiences?
“Sir—”
He again waves me into silence, although I now see the correctness of his perspective. My actions had been completely frivolous. All that was required to secure the Countess Barnet’s conviction was for me to simply go to bed that night and then alert the police at my leisure the following morning. They would then complete the arrest. As she had been unaware of my observations, the Lady Ann wasn’t going anywhere. Even if she melted the gold that very night, my eyewitness testimony combined with the quantity of circumstantial evidence would have secured her conviction. I can only attribute my failure of perception for this obvious conclusion to my mental and physical exhaustion of the moment. The successful arrest of her had only been due to Captain Stuart’s timely arrival to save me from Mrs. Davenport. Had he not arrived, the Lady Ann would have taken the opportunity of my distraction to disappear, carrying the gold with her.
But, Captain Stuart is still talking, “In one respect you already received your punishment for this disregard for my instructions… at the hand of Mrs. Davenport. However, I remain unconvinced that you have the full measure of respect for my commands.” He again stops and waits for my response.
“Sir,” I begin speaking very slowly, “I must express my sincere apology. I truly do see that my actions were unnecessary and frivolously dangerous. Please trust me when I pledge that I will forever hold your instructions foremost in my mind during completion of my assignments.” The image of Captain Stuart standing behind me while holding a riding crop pops into my mind’s eye.
“Humph.” He adjusts his monocle and studies me, seemingly unconvinced by my contrition. “Hmm, forever…” This was the one word of the most heartfelt apology I’ve ever expressed that he takes to heart? But, he continues, “Yes, that is our next subject as we will address the final disposition of your disrespect for my commands in a moment. However, at this moment I have something more important to propose. As I stated earlier, I can see that this experience has completed your maturity and that it is now time for me to complete your father’s final wish and take you as my wife… forever.”
Again I gasp for air to breathe and clutch my fist to my breast. While a less romantic man might never be found, his heart is clearly with me. The quiver deep in my belly erupts sending a shiver along my spine.
Sensing my inability to speak at this moment he continues, “Yes, and as you now are my betrothed, Margaret,” he uses my given name for the first time since he chastised me for my flawed apprehension of the jewel thief, “I now have the authority to spank you myself… and to complete your punishment for the aforementioned transgression.” He leans slightly back into the couch and pats his thigh. “I expect that you will now… assume the position.”
“Sir, I—” I quickly stop speaking, realizing that he is firmly set upon this course and I now know that my arguments will only be received as bratty complaints and will do nothing to reduce his ire.
“As my wife you will be spanked whenever I determine it to be necessary.” And then he pats his thigh again. “Now Margaret!”
My only course of action as his betrothed – as I surely do accept his proposal of marriage – is to comply with his command. Slowly I rise and traverse the narrow gap between us. Stooping at his side, I lie prone across his lap and rest my upper torso on the couch beside him. My hands reach to grip the fabric of the couch’s arm while my feet remain firmly on the floor in anticipation of the punishment that will soon follow. Slowly he lifts the hem of my gown and then my petticoats. He pauses when the tops of my stockings with their tiny ribbons tied behind my knees are uncovered. Then he resumes his action and when exposure of my drawers is complete, he tugs slowly on the ribbon until the two halves are free to fall open. He lifts the material and my bare bottom is uncovered for my betrothed a second time. The room is warmly heated against the chilly autumn air, yet goose bumps coat my derrière with its exposure. This man has my bare bottom lying before him as I had so many tim
es envisioned within my mind. My belly clenches tightly around my cunny and I feel its tiny bud stiffen.
Can he see my most private folds?
Wrapping his left arm around my waist, his elbow presses firmly down on my back and the powerful grip of his hand on my hipbone holds me fast to his side while his right hand rests upon my bare fanny. The warmth of his hand calms me, as I know that this will not be a savage beating such as those from Sir Anthony. My betrothed will punish me only from a true concern for my safety.
My first matrimonial spanking is initiated with gentle caresses on my soft skin and then he commences my initiation into my new life as his respectful wife – he begins spanking me. SMACK – my first hand spanking, as he does not use any punishment instrument. The firm, yet somehow calming, warmth of his swat excites me. SMACK – my first over the knee spanking as he both holds me lovingly close and affects his discipline upon his new bride to be. My body finds pleasure as my cunny becomes slick. SMACK – this intimacy between a man and his wife warms not only my bottom, but builds a fresh fire deep within me. I squirm in his lap but not from a desire to escape him. SMACK – as a quiver in my belly begins anew, my thoughts turn to my suspicions of exactly what it is that married couples do when alone. Can I possibly be the woman, the wife, this man deserves? SMACK – I see now that he has always been more than a friend and mentor. He has always cared for me, yet he had allowed me to grow into maturity with my own sense of self confidence. SMACK – yes, he does have a new assignment for me – his wife. I will forever be his faithful wife, ever ready to receive his punishment when I fail his desires. SMACK – yes, this was always my father’s loving plan. He had kept other suitors at bay waiting for the day when my maturity was complete. SMACK – my thought turns to the smile on Lady Ann’s lips each morning. SMACK – I wonder how long William will make me wait before he puts such a smile on my lips. SMACK – with his sweet stings upon my nether regions, I blissfully learn that I have always loved my sweet William! SMACK!
The End
Sterling Scott
Sterling Scott writes of his imagined adventures within the backdrop of actual historical events. Some of his stories are more fictional that others. Additionally, he includes experience from his own life and of friends who have shared with him. When not writing, Sterling travels the highways and visits his children. He is still waiting for the first grandchild.
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Table of Contents
1 The Assignment
2 The Ploy
3 The Observation
4 The Achievement
5 The Proposal
Miss Rowan Learns Her Lesson (Lady Detective Book 1) Page 7
