by Golden Angel
The Earl chuckled. "Like that, do you?
Before she even realized that he had the necessary equipment nearby, Cynthia found herself with her ankles spread much wider than she'd initially had them, leather thongs wrapped around them to secure them to the legs of the chair. The position made her press herself down into the chair, offering up her butt even higher to keep her balance. She whimpered as his hands ran up her thighs, pulling the flesh apart to reveal the wet pink lips between them. When his thumb ran over her exposed anus, she made a small sound of protest, squirming as if she could actually get away when she was tied up and helpless like this.
"You're a dream come true, sweetheart."
The admiration in his voice did nothing to lessen the power of his next slap against her exposed flesh.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Cynthia shrieked and squirmed, wagging her bottom up and down in the air because it was the only movement she could make. Her fingers clutched at the cushion beneath her, using it to muffle her cries as the Earl's broad platter of a hand abused her backside.
The spanking stopped, his hands gripping her flesh and squeezing hard enough to make her gasp as his fingers dug into her heated buttocks. Hot pleasure coursed through her, making her clench and try to push back against him as he confused her senses. Then his fingers released and she automatically braced herself for what was coming next.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
She moaned and wagged her bottom, knowing that he would be watching the way it danced for him. Aroused by it even as the pain of each swat jerked through her. Still, now that her bottom was well warmed, the initial shock of the beating had lessened. Even though tears sparked in her eyes at the painful sting, Cynthia knew she could take it.
Watching his bride's bottom jiggling and squirming as he turned it a bright pink was pure pleasure for Wesley. Cynthia's tiny pink anus was completely exposed to him, because he'd tied her legs down so far apart, and he could see the glossy slickness of her pussy lips, open and vulnerable like a blooming rose. Spanking Cynthia wasn't a true punishment, not for the level of misbehavior that she'd engaged in this evening, but it was a good warm-up for the main event.
Since she couldn't see him, he didn't bother to hide his grin as he gave her a final two swats right on her sit-spots and stepped away. The whimpering noise she made was halfway between pained and needy eagerness as she heard him move away from her. The bright pink skin of her bottom contrasted heavily against the cream of her back and thighs.
His hand hovered over the items on his desk. He'd never intended to use all of them tonight, but he'd wanted to leave his options open. For a moment he considered the nipple clips, but he decided against them. No need to help her by giving her any kind of distraction from punishing her rump. And he could always use them tomorrow. Picking up the ginger root, he couldn't help but wonder if his mother's staff knew why he would want it. The root was carved perfectly, which made him think that someone in the household was familiar with this style of discipline.
Thick as two of his fingers at its widest point, the root was blunt-ended with a tip that was as thin as just one of his fingers. There was a deep groove just under its thickest point, which would help hold it in place. Small cuts had been made in the bulb to allow the juices to flow. He was so looking forward to how Cynthia would react to this.
With his other hand, he slid his finger along her wet slit. The horny little wench moaned and tilted her hips as much as she was able to.
"Please... Wesley... fuck me..."
The sound of her pleading voice, saying his name, was almost enough to make him drop the ginger plug and give in. Except that he'd come this far without ruining his bride before their wedding night, and he would hate to have wasted all that effort. Besides, she'd more than earned a much harsher punishment than she'd received. All she'd gotten so far tonight was the warm-up.
"Is that really what you think you deserve, baggage?" he asked, somewhat amused. Moving his wet finger up her slit, he rimmed her tight little arsehole with it, watching as she immediately tensed.
But because her legs were so far apart, her buttocks couldn't clench shut, they just jiggled as she tried to. The effort of holding herself completely closed against his finger as it began to press against her little rosebud wasn't something she could maintain for any length of time. After barely a minute, Wesley's finger started to push in.
"Nooooooo..." she moaned, her voice thick with lust and confusion.
Even more amused, he watched as she covered her face with her hands, hiding her blush from him. The tight grip of her ass pulled at his finger. He was just going to stretch her the smallest bit before inserting the ginger, lubing her with her own juices, because anything else would take away from the sting of the irritant. Pumping his finger back and forth, he enjoyed the tight heat of her asshole scalding his digit, especially when accompanied by her protesting whimpers.
"Please, my lord, do it the right way," she begged, as his finger pushed deeper. "Oh please... stop..."
"But you enjoy it so much, sweetheart," he murmured, watching as her arse completely engulfed his finger. "Why would I stop?"
She moaned again, as if protesting his declaration, but was unable to voice the lie to tell him that she didn't. The shudder that went through her was as much shame as it was pleasure.
When he withdrew his finger, she slumped in relief, her body relaxing, which made it very easy for him to press the ginger against her tiny hole and shove it in with one thrust. Cynthia shrieked, her body arching, in surprise as she was invaded. Not by his finger, she could tell that. Her anus closed around whatever it was, holding it inside of her. The slight burn from being stretched wasn't too terrible, it had just startled her.
The Earl's hand caressed her bottom, as if judging the amount of heat emanating from her skin. It had been a fairly hard spanking, but he hadn't gone on long enough for it to be considered the worst one that he'd administered to her. Cynthia panted, feeling the heat growing inside of her as he smoothed his hand over her sensitive skin. The tingling burn from her anus stretching hadn't started to dwindle yet.
In fact, it was growing.
"What's happening?" she asked, gasping as her bottom clenched, increasing the burn. It was an itchy, stinging burn that was beginning to get hotter and hotter inside of her. Whimpering, she shuddered, trying to reach back to grab whatever it was and pull it out, but the Earl easily caught her hands before they'd even reached the red cheeks of her bottom.
"Ginger," he said amiably as he switched sides of the chair so that he could tie her hands in front of her, lashing her wrists together.
His brown eyes were hungry as he gazed into hers. The way he soaked in her expression, she knew that he was enjoying every flash of discomfort that went over her face. The thing in her bottom was making her squirm and wriggle as she tried to get away from the burn, but it just hurt worse as her bottom tightened around it.
"Just relax, baggage," he murmured, stroking his fingers over her cheek and bringing her attention back to him. "It will hurt worse when you tighten your ass around it. I want your sweet little bottom to be nice and relaxed when I birch you, this will help."
Help? This was meant to help? Cynthia opened her mouth to protest, but he leaned forward and caught her lips with his. The kiss was aggressive, his tongue sweeping into her mouth and muffling her words. One hand slid through her hair, tilting her head back at an almost uncomfortable angle so that he could have complete access to her lips. The other slid under her front as she felt his finger sliding into the neckline of her dress, reaching down to squeeze her breasts.
Her pussy was creaming, even with the embarrassment of having ginger stuck up her bottom and burning her up inside. Perhaps she even liked it. Not that she had a choice either way. Being tied up like this meant that there was nothing she could do, and that did help a bit with her humiliation, even though she still didn't like him touching that area, much less shoving things into it.
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br /> But she submitted to his kiss, relaxing the way he wanted her to, and the tingling burn did lessen as her ass unclenched from around the ginger plug. He'd told the truth.
When he released her, she felt almost dizzy from the myriad of sensations. Not to mention lack of air due to his thorough kissing.
So the first slash of the birch across her pink arse came as a shock. It was like a thousand tiny bees stinging into her flesh, and her bottom tightened around the ginger and she shrieked twice as loud as the burning spread both inside and out. When it came down again, she heard the swish through the air before it landed across her bottom, stinging and slashing at her skin.
She arched and jerked so hard that the chair actually moved for a moment, panicking her as she thought she would fall over with the heavy thing on top of her. The Earl had quickly settled the heavy piece of furniture back down, and his hand tapped against her bottom.
"Hold still, sweetheart, you have eight more to go."
Cynthia moaned. Eight?! She cursed herself for even wondering what a birching would be like; Eleanor and Irene had been right, it was awful! "Please, I've learned my lesson, please Wesley, no more!"
If Wesley had actually thought she was telling the truth, he would have been more tempted to stop. But a birching wasn't going to truly harm Cynthia, and he didn't miss the way her pussy was still glistening with her juices. In fact, he thought they might have actually grown. Her pussy lips were quite plump, her bottom dancing as it clenched around the fiery ginger and then immediately released again.
THWAP!
The short, sharp scream she emitted was as furious as it was pained. Her bottom clenched and danced, the sharp red welts across the pink skin standing out as they swelled.
THWAP!
Another scream and more tugging at her restraints... and then she finally submitted. It had only taken four strokes for her to let go and sink into herself. Even though she screamed again when the birch came down, it was different. Her bottom didn't clench as much around the ginger. There was an acceptance to her tone, as well as sincerity when she cried out again that she was sorry.
THWAP!
THWAP!
Wesley gave her a moment between each stroke, not just to gather herself, but also to extend the anticipation. Naughty girls needed time to reflect on why they were being punished and think about how they were going to behave in the future.
THWAP!
The stroke caught her across her plump pussy lips, eliciting a shriek that was even higher and more piercing than the ones that came before. The red welt across them made her folds swell even more, but Wesley didn't miss how her juices had started to coat her upper thighs. The more he punished her, the more his bride creamed. Cupping his cock, he gave her an extra moment before laying down the tenth stroke, as he squeezed his erection tightly to relieve some of the ache in his balls.
THWAP!
Her sobs were of relief as she slumped down in the chair, her bottom streaked with the evidence of her birching. The enticing rump was high up in the air, propped up by the arm of the chair, while her face burrowed into the seat. With her legs spread apart and restrained, her cunt gaped at him, as if begging him to slide in as he admired his handiwork.
But that would have to wait till tomorrow.
Wesley removed the ginger from her anus, coating his fingers in a soothing balm which he then slid into her ass. It amused him to watch as she squirmed and whimpered, more unsettled by the feeling of his fingers in her arsehole than she had been by the birching.
Because it felt good. Cynthia didn't want it to feel good. She didn't welcome the coolness that came from the balm as his fingers plumbed her depths, making the roasted skin of her cheeks feel even hotter by comparison. It had hurt, far more than a spanking had, and yet she had that same aching hot need that made her want to rub her pussy. Or have the Earl rub her pussy. Damn him for choosing the wrong hole! Damn him even more for making it enjoyable.
"What do bad girls get, Cynthia?" he asked, his voice a low purr as his fingers thrust back and forth in her ass, twisting and making her whimper as the abused hole spasmed. "Where do naughty girls get fucked?"
"Noooo... please..." She covered her face with her hands, the bindings on her wrists rubbing against her chin. The Earl was going to put his cock in her arse again and, even though it was wrong, she knew that when he did, she was going to cum. Why couldn't he do it the right way? The way other men wanted to?
His fingers delved deep and spread, stretching her and making her pant as her pussy clenched emptily. Part of her knew that her reaction was why he insisted on making this an aspect of her punishment. But she couldn't help the feelings of embarrassment and shame that washed over her as he played with her most private area, knowing that he was going to shove his large cock into it, and make her climax even though she didn't want to. The whole thing would be much less humiliating if she didn't enjoy it, to be honest.
"Did you want my cock in your ass again, before our wedding?" he asked, almost taunting. "Is that why you went out tonight? Did you want to get caught doing something naughty?"
No... That couldn't possibly be why she'd done it. She just liked the adventure. The thrill of doing something that she wasn't supposed to. Cynthia shook her head, as if denying both him and the thoughts inside of her head. While she liked being spanked, this was not how she'd imagined spending the night before her wedding! It wasn't! She'd thought that she and Grace would be able to make it back to the house with no one the wiser, that she'd be spending the night in triumph, not with a scorching hot backside waiting to be violated by her soon-to-be husband.
"I think you did, sweetheart."
"No." Cynthia shook her head again, shaking as his fingers twisted and receded, just as something stroked over her clit as if to emphasize how swollen and aroused the little bud was.
The earl chuckled, a dark, cruel sound that had her shuddering in anticipation. The fingers stroking her clit pinched at the little bud and she cried out, panting as pleasure surged and she nearly came.
"It doesn't really matter, since it's going to happen anyway... but one day, you're going to admit how much you like having my cock in your ass."
She moaned in denial again as his fingers retreated and something much larger and thicker pressed against the rosebud. It had been stretched enough by the ginger and his fingers to allow a fairly easy entry at first. The burn wasn't nearly as bad as when he'd put that awful spicy plug into her, even though her tight hole was being forced open much wider.
The Earl's hands wrapped around her hips, her buttocks were spread wide enough by the position of her legs that he had no need to press them apart with his hands to gain entry. The little pink hole grew paler, turning almost white as it stretched open for his cock. Groaning with pleasure, he stared down at those streaky red and pink mounds that framed the pretty, forbidden hole. He could feel Cynthia's trembling, the spasms of her tight channel as he pressed forward, and the way her hips subtly lifted to welcome him in.
He doubted she even realized that she was doing it, because her mind told her that this act was wrong and shameful, even though her body enjoyed it. There was so little propriety in the brazen minx, he relished the taste of it. Tonight her ass, under protests, tomorrow her cunt, with her encouragement.
It didn't escape his notice how much his Cynthia wanted to lose her virginity. The anticipation, his self-control, only emphasized who was in control of their relationship.
Sinking deeper, he groaned some more, wanting her to hear his pleasure as he invaded her backside. The little tremors of her anus massaged his cock, her tiny whimpers as she squirmed making him even harder. It was the beautiful and erotic sound of a woman submitting her body, taking the discomfort in order to please him, acknowledging his right to both punish and pleasure her.
When his groin came flush against her bottom, he rocked against her, making her squeal as his body rubbed against the tender welts the birch had left behind. The mixture of pleasure a
nd pain left her gasping and clenching. Sliding his hands up from her hips, he yanked on the top of her dress so that he could reach her bare breasts. The fabric of her dress was now bunched around her middle, enhancing the feeling of vulnerability as she was clothed but not covered.
Possessive need swamped him as he began to thrust into her ass, squeezing her breasts tightly. The wet slap of his balls against her pussy made both of them moan. She was saying something softly, so softly he couldn't hear it, and he leaned closer, causing his body to press more tightly against her roasted bottom and the heat seemed to coat his stomach.
"Oh please... oh please... oh please..."
Masculine triumph surged. She was caught, somewhere between begging him to stop and crying out for more, totally ensnared by the sensations coursing through her. He'd pushed her beyond her thinking reactions and into a state where things like embarrassment and shame meant nothing. All that mattered was the pleasure and the pain, and her body was confusing them.
Wesley practically roared his triumph as he began fucking her hard, using her breasts for leverage, and wallowing in her shrieks of pained pleasure as he fucked her ass. Pinching her nipples, he could feel her tight hole contract around him, increasing the friction burn for both of them as he plundered her depths.
When she screamed again, he knew that she was climaxing, her pussy spasming and creaming itself even though it was empty. The grip on his cock tightened nearly to the point of pain as she bucked and clenched. Pinching her nipples hard, he thrust in completely, grinding himself against her rump and awakening the stinging welts that the birch had left behind.
Cynthia was lost in a maelstrom of pain and pleasure, she couldn't tell where one ended and the other began... darkness, scattered with blazing sparks, covered her vision. Heat spurted, filling her, her ass clenching around steel and protesting the thick, hard length that pierced it, even as it spurred her ecstasy to greater heights. It was heaven and hell, warring in her body, and she'd never felt anything so intense.
