Blushing Cheeks Volume Two

by Blushing Books

  He crossed the room and sat down in a large leather chair that was situated between two couches. “Please sit.” He gestured toward the unoccupied couch. I looked at Lord Essex and he nodded, leading me toward the trio. My heart beat rapidly. Would I be spanked here, as Amelia was spanked at Lord Essex’s party?

  Ellington was clearly in charge. “Essex tells me that you enjoyed your spanking, and put up little fuss. I’m encouraged to hear that. He has had his eye on you for more than a year. Of course he had to wait out your mourning.”

  I turned and looked sharply at Essex, who smiled at me and winked.

  “A founder must approve a new member,” Ellington continued. “Lord Buxton, who is out of town, and I founded The Spanking Club some 15 years ago. You would be surprised at the number of women who enjoy a good spanking, as you did this afternoon.”

  I looked at him with new understanding, and then I turned to Essex. “You knew I was in the library that night. You set up the scene with Amelia, knowing I would see, wanting to know how I would react.”

  Lord Ellington laughed, his blue eyes alight with humor. “Very good Mrs. Hudson. Yes, Essex wanted to see how you would react. And you reacted just as he hoped you would. You watched because you were fascinated. You wanted to see what was happening. And you didn’t stop it. You didn’t yell. You just watched. And today you put up little fuss, yes?”

  I nodded and looked at Essex.

  “I have to admit it was put together at the last minute,” Essex said. “Beaton saw you go into the library and we gathered Amelia quickly. She is always willing if she is going to have her bottom tanned. As you could see, she loved it, just like you did while you were squirming on my lap this afternoon.”

  I lowered my head as I felt a blush come up.

  “I called you in here tonight because I wanted you to have all the information, Mrs. Hudson,” Lord Ellington said. “We have never before initiated a virgin in our Club. The rules are simple. Widows and wives only. The wives must have permission from their husbands. Each woman will come when she is summoned and submit to a spanking from the member who summoned her. A married woman must have permission from her husband, and many times her husband will go to watch. But you have to admit, a virgin widow is something we’ve never seen before.”

  I squirmed on my seat, my blush deepening.

  “Answer me truthfully, Mrs. Hudson. Did you enjoy the spanking you received this afternoon?”

  I wanted to say no, scream that I did not. I thought of Lord Essex’s fingers on my quim. Of his hand slapping my bum. I felt my quim stir. No, no, say no, my mind shouted. Instead I heard myself softly whisper. “Yes, Lord Ellington. I enjoyed it.”

  “Very well, Mrs. Hudson.” He sounded very pleased. “Essex will continue your education and training. You will make yourself available to him at all times. The full initiation will be here at my house, in about a month.”

  I looked at Lord Essex, who beamed at me. He gently stroked my hair.

  “What is the full initiation?” My voice was a bit stronger than it had been moments ago.

  “You will receive a 100-stroke spanking from your sponsor, who of course is Lord Essex, in front of the entire Club,” Ellington said. “There are eleven members.”

  I could feel myself shaking. Eleven men were going to watch me be spanked? Would I be naked? In front of them? I gasped softly at the thought, shaking my head to show my displeasure.

  Lord Essex rubbed his hand against my knee. “You’ll be fine sweet one. You will do just fine.”

  “I do have a question,” I said softly.

  Lord Ellington stood looked at me inquiringly. “And what is that Mrs. Hudson.”

  “Are the members required to, well, um...” my voice faltered. I wanted to ask but was embarrassed to talk about so private a subject in front of three men I hardly knew. I should have kept it for later.

  George laughed and pulled me close. “I know what you want to ask sweet, and the answer is no. It’s the Spanking Club, not the sex club. Members are faithful to their spouses. If a single member wants to make herself available to another single member than that is another story, and between them only. That does not mean you won’t spend in front of others. Just as you spent so beautifully for me this afternoon. And you may be spanked by others, but only if I give my permission.”

  I blushed furiously at the mention of my pleasure. All four men laughed and I turned away, the blush creeping down my throat.

  “She’s perfect, Essex. I’m terribly jealous,” Lord Cannonberry said.

  George laughed in response. I wondered what all this training would contain. And the thought of the public spanking scared me half to death, and thrilled me at the same time. Even more pressing to me, however, was the fact that tonight I would know what it was like to have a man between my thighs.

  **********

  Around midnight Lord Essex and I left Lord Ellington’s party. It was early and Raymond showed his pleasure that Lord Essex and I were “spending some alone time together.” I thought he might as well say “take her to your bed and make her yours. Get her off my hands.”

  I did not make a fuss when the carriage headed to Lord Essex’s townhouse. I was more than ready to lose my maidenhead. My about turn from earlier this morning sent my head spinning. I knew it was from feeling Lord Essex’s hand on my quim while his other hand slapped my behind. Never had I felt something so wonderful.

  But when Lord Essex shut the door on his bedroom my bravado disappeared. My hands shook. I looked around the room. It was huge, and decorated in warm brown tones. A large four poster bed was centered on a four-step dais. A couch and chairs were centered in front of the fireplace, which took up most of the far wall.

  I turned to Lord Essex, who was watching me intently.

  “I don’t think I can do this,” I whispered. “You can tell Lord Ellington for me. Rest assured I will not disclose your group.” I started backing toward the door.

  Lord Essex just smiled. “You forgot my proper title when we are alone, Charlotte. What is my title? How do you address me when we’re alone? Tell me Charlotte, now.”

  I shook my head. “Please, I’ve changed my mind. Just take me home, please.”

  “What is the proper address, Charlotte? You remembered it this afternoon. Tell me now.”

  I turned and reached for the doorknob but Lord Essex grabbed me from behind and moved me toward the bed. He climbed the four steps, lifting me up and depositing me on my stomach in the middle of the soft mattress where he promptly straddled me, raising my arms above my head.

  “There is no turning back, Charlotte,” he said. “Now, how do you address me when we are alone together?”

  “Let me up,” I shouted. “You can’t force me. I’ve changed my mind.”

  He sighed heavily. “It’s a shame to ruin your new clothing, Charlotte.” His voice was like steel. “You will answer my question and then I can have a maid help you disrobe. Or you will continue to be disobedient and I will rip your new gown from your body. How will you explain that to your mother-in-law?”

  I gasped. “You wouldn’t!”

  He laughed. “Oh, I would. Your already tarnished reputation would be totally ruined when you leave this house in borrowed clothing. Now tell me, what is the proper address?”

  “Master George.” My voice was soft. I loved this dress. I didn’t want it ripped.

  “Very good Charlotte. Now, I’m going to let you up and I will summon a maid who will help you take off your dress. I want you to leave your corset and stockings on, though. When she leaves you will stand in front of me with your legs spread and your arms clasped behind your back.

  He rang for a maid and I felt myself shiver. The feelings I was experiencing frightened me greatly. But I refused to show it to the servants. I raised my arms as the maid undid my stays. Essex watched from his chair, an angry look on his face. When the maid was done I wore only my tight corset and my stockings, tied around my thighs.

  “
Leave.” At Essex’s command the maid scurried from the room, taking my dress with her. I stood in front of him, my legs spread and my arms clasped behind my back. I didn’t want to anger him any more than I already had.

  “I know your defiance comes from fear, Charlotte, but you must be punished for it just the same.” His brown eyes looked almost black as he talked. “I thought to give you a taste of leather some other night, but I think it is warranted now. You will walk to the dresser and select a strap of leather. There are several there. Whichever one you choose will help me decide how many strokes you will receive.”

  I couldn’t run now. She had taken my dress. I walked toward the dresser and opened the top drawer. The leather inside looked very scary. There were six straps, some thicker than others.

  “Choose wisely my sweet. The thicker one hurts more, but if you choose the smaller one I will spank you longer. It is your choice.”

  I selected one in the middle. It was about 1 1/2 inches thick and 12 inches long.

  “Bring it to me.” I was determined now to not put up a fuss. I had wanted this earlier. It was silly for me to allow a little fear to make me act like a child. I was a woman, 23, and a virgin. But not for long.

  I handed Master George the leather and then looked at him questioningly.

  “Kneel in front of me.” I did as I was asked. He stood and placed the strap in front of my face. “Kiss is, Charlotte, show me that you accept your spanking.”

  The leather was cool against my lips. Master George walked behind me and rubbed my behind with the strap. “On your hands and knees Charlotte. We will do the first thirty or so down here. Do you remember the words Amelia used during her spanking?”

  I was on my hands and knees and Master George was rubbing the leather against my behind. Every once in a while he would lightly slap me with it, as if preparing me for what was to come.

  “Something about thanking you for the correction,” I said. He slapped my bum again and I yelped. The slaps were deepening, increasing in strength.

  “You will say ‘Thank you Master George for the correction.’” He slapped my bum again. “Say it, Charlotte.”

  “Thank you Master George for the correction.”

  Whack. The strap came down hard and I groaned.

  “Thank you Master George for the correction.”

  “Very good, my sweet, very good.” Whack. Whack. Whack. “You only need to say it during the pauses.”

  I muttered the words again. Whack. Whack. Whack. Whack.

  I groaned loudly, the pain spreading through my bum. “Please, I don’t think I can take it. It hurts too badly.”

  I tried to sit up but Master George’s knee pushed me back down. Whack. Whack. Whack. Whack. “You will say the proper words, and call me by my proper title. I decide what you can take and when you’ve had enough.” Whack. Whack. Whack. Whack.

  “Thank you Master George for the correction.” The words were shaky and the pain was spreading through my bum. At the same time I felt the warm wonderful sensation spreading through my quim. I was still frightened, yes, but I didn’t fear for my safety. I was just nervous about what would happen next.

  Whack. Whack. Whack. Whack. I whispered the words through my tears. “How beautiful your bum looks Charlotte. Do you feel the dew on your quim? I know I can smell it. It smells wonderful sweet Charlotte.”

  “Yes, Master George, I can feel it.” Whack. Whack. Whack. Before I could get the words out I received five more swats, harder than anything he had given me in the past. I muttered the words through my tears and the leather was gently rubbed against my burning backside.

  “Just a few more, Charlotte. So very beautiful.”

  I mumbled my disagreement and the strap came down again, and again, and again, and again, each one harder than the last.

  “Please stop, please.” I tried to rise but Master George again held me down. “Who’s in charge, Charlotte?”

  “You are Master George.” Whack. Whack. Whack. “Who decides when it’s over?” Whack. Whack. Whack. Whack.

  “You do, Master George.” I thanked him for the correction and the leather came down again and again and again. While I was thanking him the strap appeared before my face.

  “Kiss it, Charlotte, show me you are mine. Do as you are told.”

  I kissed the leather that had reddened my behind, which was burning. My quim, on the other hand, was begging for attention.

  I stared to stand and was ordered to stay where I was. I heard him moving around behind me and heard the unmistakable sound of him removing his clothing.

  “You may stand now, my sweet.” I stood and he pulled me back against him. I could feel his hardness against my hot bum. He rubbed it against me and I moaned with pleasure. He gently kissed my ear and pushed me away, and began gently kneading my behind. His hands felt wonderful on my sore bottom.

  “Did you like the feel of my cock, Charlotte?”

  “Yes, Master George.” I started to turn but he turned me back around.

  “Stay where you are until I say otherwise.” He pulled me against him again and rubbed his hardness against me.

  “Tell me you want my cock inside you, Charlotte. Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

  I gasped. Could I say those words? Nasty words no well-bred woman would use.

  “Say it, Charlotte, or you’ll taste the strap again. Say it, now.” He rubbed the leather against the side of my thigh.

  “I want you inside me, Master George.”

  He pushed me off and bent me over. Whack. Whack. Whack. I cried out in protest. “Say it Charlotte, tell me you want me to fuck you. Say fuck me, Master George. Fuck me now.”

  Whack. Whack. Whack. “Say it!”

  “Fuck me!” I screamed. “Fuck me now Master George! Please!”

  He threw the leather on the couch and picked me up in his arms. We made the short trip to the bed. My head was swimming. I wanted him inside me, now. “Please, please, hurry.” My voice was low and he laughed, lying me down on the mattress.

  “Ouch, ouch.” My bum made contact with the sheets and my already aching behind started aching more.

  He spread my legs and knelt between them. “Look at me, Charlotte, look into my eyes.”

  He lowered himself and I felt his cock slip inside my wetness. We locked gazes and he leaned down and kissed me softy. Then he leaned up and looked at me again

  “Who do you belong to Charlotte? Tell me.” His voice sent shivers down my spine.

  “I belong to you, Master George, only to you.”

  And then he pushed. A sharp pain ripped through my belly and I cried out. He pressed his mouth down on mine and gently stroked my hair. The pain was receding and I had never felt so full. He began to move gently, his mouth still covering mine, his tongue invading my mouth.

  He pulled up long enough to say, “Wrap your legs around me.” I locked my legs around his hips and he dipped farther into me. I moaned with pleasure and his thrusts came faster and faster. He wedged one of his hands between us and began rubbing my quim. The feeling from this afternoon returned and I voiced my approval. The wonderful feeling came quickly, spreading through my body, forcing away any pain I was feeling from the tearing of my maidenhead. The thrusts increased and moments later I felt Lord Essex shudder, and collapse on top of me.

  He leaned up and kissed me gently. “You’ll only feel the pain of entry this once, my Charlotte.” He kissed me again, his tongue probing for entry. I opened and then when he sucked gently I pushed my tongue into his mouth. He wrapped his lips around my tongue as slid out of my quim. Then he kissed me gently several more times.

  “You’re more wonderful than I thought you’d be sweet Charlotte.” He kissed me again and we fell asleep, entwined in each other’s arms, my legs still wrapped around his hips.

  **********

  I woke up sore and alone. Master George had covered me with a blanket, and was supervising the drawing of a bath in a huge bathtub that would fit the two of us. I listened a
s he ordered breakfast delivered to the room.

  I looked at the windows. It was obviously daylight. If I thought the gossip sheets were bad before I knew they would be terrible now. I would be leaving a man’s house in the same clothes that I’d worn the night before.

  When the servants left, I sat up. Master George smiled at me, and then crossed the room to kiss me. “Good morning, my sweet. How are you feeling?”

  “Sore.” I whispered, and then looked down. Dried blood stained my thighs. I gasped and he laughed.

  “Let’s wash together and then we’ll eat. It’s early still, most of fashionable London is still abed. But the gossip sheets don’t need this incident to proclaim us as a couple.”

  He reached over to the side table and handed me a newspaper. The headline screamed VIRGIN WIDOW NO MORE? Then it went on to tell how Lord Essex and I had left the party together at an early hour and disappeared inside his townhouse.

  “At press time the Virgin Widow had not reappeared. But can she still be called a Virgin Widow, or simply just a Widow now? Or perhaps the mistress of Lord Essex? Only time will tell, but we predict the later.”

  I gasped. Of course they would expect that. My reputation was ruined. I would never be allowed back in society again.

  I lay back against the bed. Lord Essex laughed and made his way toward the tub. “Come, my sweet. We’ll bath and eat. I’ve already sent for some clothing for you to wear for the ceremony. Sarah is picking it out. And I’ve already dispatched for an emergency license and set the wedding time. We will have your things moved in this evening, after the wedding.”

  I stared at him. “You don’t mean to set me up as your mistress? You mean to marry me? How dare you make all these decisions without me! Do I not have a say?”

  He laughed, ignoring my questions. “At first I had planned on the mistress path. But after last night I decided I had to have you at all times. You will make a fine Lady Essex. We are meeting the Vicar at 3, so you should hurry and rise. I’ve sent word to your in-laws and to Lord and Lady Thomas, who will meet us there. And don’t forget, Charlotte, you belong to me now. These decisions are mine, and you will abide by them.”