But for the moment, Elizabeth's pleasure was paramount. I crouched down and inserted the phallus up through the round opening I had allowed for it. It entered her slowly, to a chorus of pleasurable moans. Once it fully impaled her, I snapped closed the fastener that would hold the fleshy pseudo cock in place until she was ready to withdraw it. The fit was snug.
Elizabeth walked around the room, the metal clanking. I watched her from behind, that pink bottom riding up and down as she moved. The phallus was imbedded deeply, perfectly, causing constant stimulation, and when she turned her happy face to me I could see the appreciation there as well.
"Oh Victor! I am so pleased! Now I shall have a constant reminder of you when you are gone, and I shall not be lonely."
She hurried into my arms, meeting my lips with her own, our tongues connecting.
My mouth, so full of words that would inquire as to how such a blush had landed on her bottom, became filled with other things.
Kissing her warm receptive flesh, her nipples so hungry for my nips and tweaks, down her belly and to that divine mound sopping wet with eagerness.
My tongue lashed her clit mercilessly, making her quiver and shake and dance from foot to foot. The phallus only added to her pleasure.
Finally my tongue entered her sweet opening, so laced with fluids. The flesh there was new to me —never before had I entered her like this. The scent like the taste was strong, sweet and tart at the same moment. Encouraging. My cock shook away his stupor and reacted to this delicious moist cave, knowing it would soon be his to explore.
My tongue imitated what my cock would do to her, thrusting in and out against her folds, slowly at first, then with more speed, pausing now and again to torture her clitoris with licks and nips.
She stood on tiptoes now, still rocking from side to side, the phallus I'd created impaling her as deeply as my own had and would again. And when I felt her insides constrict, I grabbed her bare bottom and squeezed hard.
Her cries filled the room. Her buttocks tightened. Her head fell back. I felt her anus and her vagina convulse at the same moment. When I glanced up, a pink flush covered most of her chest and belly.
She stood with her head thrown back, her legs apart, impaled by my creation. I could do nothing but lick those nipples thrust so wantonly towards me. Finally, when she had collected herself, she collapsed into my arms, crying tears of joy and release.
"Oh Victor. I cannot bear to part from you again!"
Chapter Ten
The following morning, when the family convened in the parlour, the room now back to a semblance of what it had been the day before, gifts were exchanged and opened amid much good cheer.
My public gift to Elizabeth was an opal ring, to seal our engagement, and hers to me a leather-bound volume of musings by a new writer from France, a nobleman imprisoned during their recent Revolution. The text was an English translation —a language neither of my parents spoke. It was just as well, since a glance told me these fantasies were best left for boudoir reading.
The festivities of the holiday season took up much time. There were visits by relatives and friends —Elizabeth and I had dinner one evening with the Chervals. Henry confided in me that Gilles had returned to his home in Cannes for two weeks and swore his bottom was suffering the loss. On the guise of showing me a new saddle, we were able to spend some time in the barn where I could offer my friend a thrashing that I hoped might see him through those weeks of scarcity.
He lay across the same saddle and I took up the nasty crop Gilles had left behind, lashing Henry's poor white ass cheeks until they turned the color of ripe apples. I must say that the action felt natural enough and it occurred to me that a bottom was a bottom, in the end, and they could all learn to glow beautifully.
With tears of thanks, he sucked my cock in gratitude until I was dry. Time would not permit reciprocation. Besides, all free moments I desired to spend with my Elizabeth. I did, however, manage to wrest out of him a bit of information: Elizabeth had been seeing Gilles, ostensibly for riding lessons, although as to the exact nature of their liaisons, Henry had not been privy.
Elizabeth and I were forced to snatch our intimacies here and there. The weather bespoke a typical winter at the edge of a mountain, with little chance for meeting outdoors. Because our times together were so brief, and we each vowed to use them to best advantage, we scarcely said a word to another during those passionate encounters.
Once mother had asked me to find an old family painting stored in the attic, and Elizabeth offered to help me look for it. We had barely climbed the steps when her skirt was up, her bloomers down and my cock nestled between those plump cheeks, stroking her eager rectum. A call from below brought a quick climax to this adventure. I wonder what my parents suspected when their ruddy-faced offspring and his equally blushing bride-to-be returned having forgotten the painting.
On another occasion, she snuck into my bedroom when the sky outside was black. It was like a dream. I awoke to a sensation. Beneath the linen sheets warm lips curled around me and brought me to life in the middle of the night. I have never felt such a joy on waking and, once she departed as quietly as she had come, I fell back into a dream state filled with pleasant images of my beloved Elizabeth.
Because of an examination at the school, I was obliged to return early, which meant the day after New Years. Our seven days together had been far too brief and our exchanges only fanned the flames of desire that we both experienced. I longed for the moment when I would wed Elizabeth that I might take her when and how I chose.
The morning of my departure, Elizabeth silently beckoned me to follow her. We snuck out to the gazebo before sunrise. The air was chilly, the ground covered high with snow. The screen of the little hut had icy snow imbedded between the metal fibres and we were virtually invisible from the house, encased in a white capsule.
"Darling, you'll catch your death," I told her. She was wrapped in furs but had already begun to lie across the table and lift her skirts.
"Of, Victor, you must give me something with which to remember you. The days are so long and the nights even longer."
"What, is your memory so bad, or the impression I've made so mild? And what about my gift?"
"Of course not, darling. And I shall wear your wondrous gift every day. But I simply will not permit you to leave without a lasting gesture that can sustain me."
I knew she had a point. Like Henry, Elizabeth needed some physical display that would carry her through the weeks to come. "Anything you would like, my love."
Apparently she had planned this well. From under her skirts she pulled out a simple wooden paddle, four inches square, with holes drilled through it. The wood was heavy oak, finely finished on one side, rough on the other.
Only her bottom was exposed to the frigid air. Furs still wrapped her upper body, thick wood stockings encased her legs. Only those two rounded cheeks, so pale now, lay shivering with cold. I would be less than a man to not warm them properly.
"Why are there holes in this paddle, Elizabeth?"
"Please, Victor. Time is of the essence."
Of course, as always, she was right. We could not stay here for very long. Without delay, I dispatched the paddle against her goosebumpy cheeks.
The crack was loud and would carry on the air, but hopefully the white-ice-embedded screens would act as mufflers. In any event, I laid it on hard and fast, not wanting her to suffer from the cold. A bloom quickly formed on those pale roses. Soon her twin flowers turned pink then red as they quivered to my rhythm.
I felt heat rising from her cheeks and knew Elizabeth was toasty, which relieved my mind.
The paddle moved vigorously and quickly I worked up a sweat. I had noticed at the onset that a curious set of circular marks were left on her flesh. Being of a mind that dissects such things, it occurred to me that the blows —hard wood against pliable epidermis —would force some of that flesh up into the tiny holes. The edge of the circles would produce the same effect a
s a thin whip, heating the skin there to a blistering level. In fact, those little circles were soon bubbled.
What a unique item! And once again, it was my clever Elizabeth who had discovered it.
I paddled joyfully, each cheek in turn, the tops, the undersides, each side and especially the centers where the flesh was so plump and alert. Until then I'd only employed the smooth side of the paddle, but decided I should give the rougher wood an opportunity to see what it could do as well. The initial goosebumps that had coated her chilly bottom had been replaced with more enduring bumps that would hopefully bring her pleasure over the days to come.
When I finished with the paddle, my hard cock slid between her hot cheeks and entered that back door which led to a dark and delightful place. The warmth coming from her behind warmed my belly against the cold air, although I must admit, my ass was freezing. But her hot rectum cooked my rod, and that all but distracted me from the cold. I pumped and ploughed her as she writhed and wiggled beneath me until she spasmed and my cock flooded her with hot juices.
The joining had been exquisite, but we were forced by circumstances to dress quickly and hurry back to the house.
"Victor," Elizabeth cooed into my ear, her face flushed, her eyes bright, "every day I shall write you letters, and you shall know that I will write them with my bare bottom seated on the hard birch desk chair. I will use my juices to perfume the pages, so that you will remember me."
"Remember you?" I'm certain I looked surprised. "How could I ever forget you, my love. Or is it you who is disposed to lose sight of me so readily."
"Never!" she declared.
But the nagging questions that had cropped up over the week now came to a head and could no longer be ignored. "I'm certain Gilles has helped ease your loneliness." I tried to keep my tone even but failed miserably.
Elizabeth stopped. She turned her bright-eyed, pink-cheeked face up to me. Mittoned hands on hips, she asked me sternly, "Whatever are you getting at?"
"Well, I know you've been seeing him. It was clear from the tone of your bottom my first night home. There's no point lying about it."
"Lying? I've no intention of doing that. And I told you Gilles is providing me with riding lessons. I've been skittish since I fell from a horse last year. You know that."
"And what other type of lessons is the good Gilles providing?"
"Only those that will ensure I am more to your liking."
"You are to my liking now. Elizabeth, I am not yet your husband, and you know I am generally open minded, but I insist you cease all communication with Gilles."
"Really, Victor, you are being silly. Gilles only straps or paddles my bottom once a week, as a bit of entertainment. I need something to engage me."
Frustrated, I grabbed her by the shoulders. "Engage you? Do I not engage you?"
"Yes, of course, when you're here. But you are not here. And we shall not be married and together until next summer."
"But you insisted on waiting."
"Your mother's wishes. I should think you would love her enough to comply readily."
"I suppose the paddle with the holes came from him."
"He'd learned about it from a colleague in the United States and designed one himself. Once I'd tested its promises and found them fulfilling, I purchased it for you, fool that I was, believing I would give both of us pleasure. Apparently I was wrong." She turned away from me angrily.
Frustrated, I picked up a chunk of icy rock and threw it across the open snow with all my might. It crashed into an oak and shattered into countless pellets. I felt beside myself with rage. My betrothed! Baring her bottom to a stable master in my absence, as though my own labors were insufficient! I knew I was being somewhat irrational yet I could not help myself.
Elizabeth took my arm and said in a most soothing voice, "Victor, there's nothing more between Gilles and me. He does provide riding lessons as well. I am simply learning discipline on a saddle, at times seated atop the leather, at other times lying bare-bottomed across it. And I am doing this all for you."
"And you receive no pleasure from it? Ha! Well, if it is for my benefit, you may cease now."
"Silly! If I had a way to warm my own bottom at night in your absence, I should not need Gilles."
We were at the house, and my parents were coming out the door; the conversation concluded abruptly. But Elizabeth had planted the seed in my head for a new invention. Once we'd said our goodbyes, and I was ensconced under furs in the carriage that would take me to the station where I would catch the train for England, an idea began to form in my mind that would absorb my energy until Easter break. And when I presented Elizabeth with this gift, I would hear the last of Gilles the stable master and his marvelous whipping posts!
Chapter Eleven
Letters arrived almost daily from my beloved. They stimulated my creative juices and acted to help refine my latest invention. One letter, in particular, fired my imagination and caused me to work for twenty-four hours solid on this new gift for Elizabeth. But underlying it all, I felt disease.
"My dearest, most darling man," one of her letters began, "your worries are groundless, as I have told you. And, as luck would have it, your brother has been the inadvertent instrument which has made them even more so.
"Recently James has required a tutor —as you know, he enters university shortly and must have help if he is to pass his entrance exams with the same flying colors as did you. Anyway, darling, your parents engaged a Miss Heidi, from Brussels, I believe. She is a stern governess. Of course, corporeal punishment is not permitted as a means of correction with James. However, delivering such punishment seems to be in her nature. We soon discovered that together she and I may be of use to one another. For you see, once her nature is given expression, my own nature is fed in your absence. And since she is a female, your should be relieved. I shall provide you with an example from our first encounter.
"The evening after Miss Heidi arrived, dinner was just ending when she said to your mother, 'I shall clear away the dishes, Frau Frankenstein.'
"'Oh, but the maid will do that...' your mother began.
"'Idle hands make Devil's work.'
"'Let me help you,' I offered. You see, I'd already seen something in Miss Heidi's eyes that was suggestive, if you understand me.
"'I want to show Miss Heidi the back garden,' I said, adding, 'Just a quick tour. While the dessert is being served.
Miss Heidi, will you join me?' I kissed your mother on the cheek. 'We'll return with the gateau.'
"Miss Heidi and I picked up several plates each and headed for the kitchen. Once we had reached the hallway, I stopped and waited for her to catch up. The woman was bold.
"'I see a crying need for chastisement in this household. Perhaps I can be of assistance,' she offered.
"'Perhaps,' I said cautiously, in the event I had misread her signals.
"'I have taught many over the years. I am strong, and persistent, virtues I possess in abundance. If I may be of service to you...'
"'Yes, I believe you may.'
"We had reached the kitchen. Cook was at the stove, and Anna fussed that we had been doing her work. She relieved us of the plates and I encouraged Miss Heidi to join me for a quick walk through the back garden while Anna prepared the cake.
"Once we were out of earshot, Miss Heidi spoke up, again rather boldly, 'You are a spoiled girl, Elizabeth. I've seen that readily in the day I've been here. I suspect a rod could correct your bad habits in no time.'
"Needless to say, I was thrilled, but cautious. 'Spoiled, perhaps. But I have felt the sting of a variety of rods before and enjoyed them.'
"'No doubt. Your tastes are clear by looking at you.'
"'I am lonely,' I confessed. 'My future husband, who indulges my tastes, and I his, is still at school. We are to be wed in the summer and until then I am bored.'
"This brought a kind of harumph sound out of Miss Heidi. 'You need something to occupy you.'
"'Oh, I have the stab
le master, who works for Victor's friend Henry. He sees to my needs once a week.'
"'Indeed! And is there a man alive who cannot be fooled by a woman?'
"This gave me pause. I shouldn't admit it to you, Victor darling, but I felt her words to be true. When I said nothing, Miss Heidi took up the slack.
"'Often a woman can see past the games played by another woman, where men must learn to avoid being manipulated.'
"Her words struck me once again. 'If you can aide me, Miss Heidi, I would be most grateful.'
"We could not spend more time talking just then, but enough of a plan was formed that it could be set in motion readily. We set a time and place of meeting and returned for the Ste Honoré."
Chapter Twelve
"Darkness finally fell. The family retired and I headed up the creaking stairs to the attic.
"The tiny round window for air was open and outside an owl hooted. Floorboards creaked beneath my feet, but I knew your parents in their room below would not hear, and your brother, on the other side of the house, would not as well.
"I stood in the small, cedar-scented room beneath the peaked roof. For the first time I noticed the dark wood beams overhead. The attic is as you will remember, Victor. Most of the family heirlooms are stored in steamer trunks and wooden crates. Odd pieces of furniture lay here and there, but the middle of the room was empty. I'd brought a beeswax taper along and held it before me as I turned to examine the dark space.
"Suddenly I saw Miss Heidi sitting in a shadowy corner, watching me. I started.
"'Oh! I did not realize you were here.'
"'You are late,' was all she said. Of course, you, dear Victor, have pointed out to me on more than one occasion my bad habit of arriving after the time of an appointment. If I recall, that habit has earned my bottom extra time under your hands.
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