He began to stroke my flesh, pushing my hefty buttocks away from the centre of my behind. He felt so strong, as though he could tear my flesh away from my bone should he so wish, but, for the moment at least, his movements were careful and considered.
‘You have quite an exceptional form, my dear. Quite exceptional. You’ve almost distracted me from my task.’ I felt my little pussy being pushed down into the silk of the handkerchief beneath me, my lips squashing into the fine fabric as he rested a heavy hand on me. It felt so different from my encounter with the doctor. He was so firm, so strong, so commanding.
‘Now, I’ve got the unhappy task of administering corporal punishment to your backside, my dear. I’m going to smack your bottom so hard that it turns red.’
‘Oh,’ I said, not thinking, ‘please sir, not that.’
‘Yes,’ he said, and I’m sure I heard cruel relish in his voice, ‘I’m afraid it’s my only recourse. Now, it’s imperative that you thank me after each and every slap, you hear? The punishment is ten slaps, but if you don’t thank me, they won’t count.’ It was about this point that I started to realise that I was, in fact, turning into quite the deviant. I must confess that lying on this man’s lap like this, vulnerable and open to him was filling me with that familiar thrill, that familiar dirty lust. I began to think of his eyes on my form, of his hands on my body. I wanted him to hit me. With a final squeeze of my bum, I felt the Duke lift his hand away from my flesh, and then, after what felt like an eternity of waiting, I felt his heavy hand come smacking down onto me.
My mouth opened soundlessly and my eyes widened with the pain of the strike. Little needles of red hot sensation spread out from his fingers across my flesh. I had not expected him to hit me so hard. Shocked, I remained silent.
‘Pardon me?’ said the Duke, ‘I didn’t quite hear that. We’ll have to start all over again, I’m afraid. What a dreadful shame.’ Then, without any warning, he lifted his hand again and brought it down with a hard, snapping thwack sound on my bottom, even harder than before. I felt my flesh pucker and ripple underneath him, as my body struggled to react to the pain it was experiencing.
Quick, Briony, say something, I thought to myself.
‘Tha- thank you, Duke,’ I panted, trying hard to concentrate through the shock.
‘Oh, well done, dear. What a good girl. Well, it was my pleasure.’ As he said pleasure, I’m sure I felt something poking me from his crotch. Was it his… My thoughts were broken by another slap.
‘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.
He beat me again and again, and again 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 Duke marked me, made me his. ‘Thank you, thank you, thank you Duke,’ 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. Then, before I knew it, the ten slaps were up.
‘Oh look,’ he said, ‘it seems like someone’s little kitty is positively seeping with all this attention. I can see that the doctor was not exaggerating when he said that you became wet easily.’ I felt his fingers walking their way back along my rump and settle 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 tenderly stroke the lips of my rose, smoothly teasing my sweet little organ, causing even more nectar to spill from inside me, as I became entirely consumed with a pounding passion.
‘Yes, Duke,’ I whispered, ‘please, my Duke.’ 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. He was even more of an expert than the doctor, and I felt the thrill of mastery course through my body.
‘What a tight little pussy,’ he murmured to himself, as he started to push harder, thrust deeper into me. My whole 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 Duke, before wiping his soaking hand on my backside. ‘I look forward to our next meeting. Tonight, I will deflower you, and fill you with my seed.’ Next time we met, I made sure to wear the outfit.
CHAPTER SEVEN
It took me some considerable time to work out exactly how to put on the outfit the Duke had bought for me. It consisted of leather belts, strapped tight around my body. My breasts bulged around the leather and the hard material cut into the ample flesh around my hips. There was a hole in the centre of the pubic strap. I knew exactly what that hole was for.
My room was sparsely decorated. There was a lavish double bed, with two hooks jutting out from the posts at the top. I’d been informed that I was to loop the leather from my arms into the hooks on the bed. The Duke told me to prepare myself for him at eight o’clock, and that I was to be ready for him to come and take me. He’d told me that I was to touch myself beforehand, so that I was wet and ready for him, but, to be truthful, the thought of the Duke coming and fucking me was enough to make me seep from my kitty.
I mounted the bed and attached myself to the hooks, and I waited. Soon, I heard the sound of the Duke’s boot on the stairs on the way up. Eventually, I heard the rich, resonant sound of the Duke’s voice somewhere 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 felt him all of a sudden behind me on the bed. 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. ‘First, I’ve got something special for you to wear, one final addition to your outfit.’ Suddenly, I saw his hand in front of my face, holding a bri
‘That’s better, isn’t it? The doctor told me just how nice it was for you to be restrained, so I thought I’d take it a lick further,’ he pushed his thumb deeper into me.
‘Please Duke,’ I said, ‘don’t punish me.’
‘Don’t worry dear,’ he said, his breath hot on my backside, ‘the punishment is all over now.’
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 Duke’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.
‘How big is…’ I started, and then winced again as more inches of manhood were pushed straight up into my body.
‘You’re so tight, my little virgin bride, I’ve not felt one as tight as this before,’ he said, groaning with pleasure.
‘Have you been with others, my Lord,’ I asked.
‘Of course I have,’ he said, ‘I do as I please. But I’m all yours now.’
‘Does it feel good, your excellency?’ I asked, whispering, panting around my man’s lust.
‘The best,’ 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 surface of his cock, every vein, every pulse 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, as though our entire combined form was one giant sex organ, fucking itself, giving itself endless pleasure. The severity of his thrusts increased, and I found that every sensation I was experiencing added to my ecstasy; the tug of the straps on my limbs, the soft mattress on my knees, his hard 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 young bride, to have my fingers around your teats as I fuck you?’
‘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 the almighty in front of me, watching us, even though my eyes were closed and hidden behind my veil. 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 Duke suddenly roar and then, the end of his penis, followed by the entire shaft began to pulse and throb and he deposited his seed deep inside me.
The Duke loosened my restraints, and we slumped down together on the heavenly bed, both satisfied.
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