My Lord and Master

by Whitlock, Victoria

  But Mary seemed to see right through her then, her face changing, becoming stern. “Now listen here, Miss Angelica,” she said rather coldly. “You need to get those thoughts right out of your head this very instant, you understand me? You’re nothing to Lord Sutherland but ... well, but a piece of meat. To be used for his pleasure. And that’s all. You understand? You wouldn’t be the first to get ideas above your station, you know, so don’t you go thinking that you’ve any other purpose in this house, do you hear me, girl?”

  Angelica gasped, taken aback, the hotness of tears pricking the corners of her blue eyes as she nodded her head slowly, unable to speak from shock at Mary’s sudden outburst.

  “Good,” Mary said, her soft tone now returning. “I’m glad we’ve got that straight, young Angelica. Now, I’ll leave you on your own. Get some rest. You’ll no doubt need it.”

  And with that Mary left the room and Angelica fell back upon the bed, more confused about her situation than ever. Just yesterday morning, she was plain old Angelica Brook, who’d never left her village in all her nineteen years, helping her father at market. In a few short hours, she’d been wrenched from her childhood home, taken to a house like something out of a fairy tale, and given her body over to a man who was practically a stranger.

  And even after she’d left, Mary’s words seemed to remain echoing around the room: you’re nothing but a piece of meat, to be used for his pleasure.

  Thankfully, the next few days proved uneventful for Angelica. She spent most of her time in her room, making sure that she was always dressed prettily in silk bloomers and simple cotton dresses, and she took care always to keep her hair freshly washed and smartly dressed, in case she were to be summoned by Lord Sutherland. And Mary paid her frequent visits, bringing her some of the most delicious meals Angelica had ever tasted.

  So, after a life of hardship, you would have thought that our young heroine to be blissfully happy. But that wasn’t quite the case. You see, she found herself restless. A girl such as Angelica was not used to idleness, and sometimes she thought she might drive herself mad with her own thoughts. It had been four whole days since she had set foot outside, felt the grass under foot, and breathed in fresh country air. She was used to spending most of her time outside, and she was beginning to feel like a caged bird.

  Mary was kind, and constantly asking if there was anything she needed, but Angelica couldn’t quite bring herself to ask if she were free to explore the rest of the house and the grounds as well – or whether she would be admonished for straying further than the confines of her room.

  She suspected that she was to stay hidden away, a shameful secret. So, she tried to thank her lucky stars, and get used to her life of leisure, soft sheets, and long baths. After all, if she longed to smell flowers, didn’t Mary bring huge vases of freshly cut roses every day?

  She resolved to be happy in her new little world. Perhaps she would ask Mary for some books – that way she could escape into their pages and travel the world, the way she used to do back home.

  Besides, there was another way she busied herself, too.

  After her initial inspection by Lord Sutherland – after he’d placed his fingers between her legs like that – Angelica had spent her time exploring herself much more thoroughly, marvelling that it had taken her this long to discover the many pleasures hidden within her own body.

  Why, it was as if she had a brand new toy, right there between her legs! And the more she touched herself, learning the subtle ways her young body responded to different stimulation, the more intrigued and excited she became with herself.

  Most of all, she became fascinated by her climax. It was somewhat difficult to achieve, and often took a while at her own hand, but when it did come, it was like nothing else in the world. Her knees would shake, she’d tremble all over, her mind would flash blank, her breathing would grow shallow, and best of all, she would expel a strange clear wetness, squirting out from deep within herself at the most heightened moment of her pleasure, just as she had done that first time with Lord Sutherland.

  Oh, if only he were touching me again, Angelica thought, wondering why he hadn’t summoned her to that plush purple room again.

  Eventually, the moment came that Angelica had been so fiercely anticipating. For Mary came to her chambers to summon her.

  “Prepare yourself,” said a sombre Mary. “Lord Sutherland wants you in an hour. You know where.”

  And just as quickly as she came, Mary was gone again. Angelica couldn’t help but smile to note that once more, Mary was unable to unable to look her in the face.

  Poor, shy Mary! She must have seen so much, heard so much, working here. And yet, she was so prudish!

  Angelica resolved to be gentle with her, to shield her as far as possible from the goings on with Lord Sutherland, and particularly the growing desire within her own young bosom.

  But there was little time to ruminate on this further. She had only an hour to dress for her Lord, and this time, she was determined to present herself in a manner pleasing to his eye.

  Exactly an hour later, Angelica found herself standing outside the door to his room, dressed once more in her silk bloomers and cotton petticoat. She knocked timidly on the heavy wood door and waited, her breath shivering past her lips, her whole body atremble.

  “Enter,” came the cold, booming voice from inside the room.

  Angelica turned the cold brass handle to the door then stepped inside, once more finding Lord Sutherland sitting like a king upon that purple throne-like chair, his legs spread wide apart, his black leather boots gleaming, his eyes burning and bright as he took her in from head to toe.

  “So, Angelica,” he began in such a cold, measured tone it gave her chills all over, “how are you settling in to your new life so far?”

  Angelica was taken aback by her Lordship’s thoughtful question. There seemed to be genuine concern in his voice. Perhaps they were to have some kind of relationship after all?

  And as she thought back on her last few days: relaxing in bed, eating fine foods, and of course exploring her own body, a contented smile flashed across her pretty face.

  “Very well, My Lordship,” she replied honestly, realising with a jolt of surprise that she hadn’t missed home the way she thought she might, her thoughts hardly ever straying back to that crooked little tumbledown house, or her poor old mother and father.

  “And what exactly have you been doing to amuse yourself?” Lord Sutherland persisted. “After all, you’ve had plenty of time on your hands, wouldn’t you say?”

  At this, Angelica felt a hot blush rise to her cheeks despite herself, as she thought back to her main activity: all those hours spent with her fingers between her legs, causing that same intense, shivery pleasure that she’d grown to crave ever since Lord Sutherland had touched her there ...

  “Nothing much, My Lordship,” Angelica said, trying to will the hotness from her cheeks, but instead feeling the burning sensation increase, her whole face breaking out in a tell-tale bright crimson colour.

  “Oh, is that so?” Lord Sutherland replied sternly, piercing her with his gaze. “Now tell me something truthfully, girl. Have you been touching yourself, the way I touched you? Have you been playing with your little cunny until it splashed? Answer me.”

  And by the way he said these final words, Angelica knew that there was simply no use in lying to him. It was as if he could see directly into her soul anyway, and anyway, her blushing cheeks no doubt gave her away. So what was the use in deceiving him?

  “Aye, My Lordship,” she said quietly, ashamed. “Aye, I have.”

  “Good. I’m glad you have decided to be honest with me,” he replied with a cruel smile. “But perhaps it slipped my mind to warn you during our last encounter, Angelica. You see, you are never ever to touch yourself there without my permission, do you understand. Is that clear?”

  Angelica nodded again, quickly, her slender body now trembling in fear of this imposing man, sitting there before
her.

  “And how many times exactly would you say that you have touched yourself, Angelica? If you were to hazard a guess?”

  Angelica felt her blush increase, her shame flooding through her tenfold as she thought back on the sheer number of times she’d toyed with her sex.

  “I suppose around ... thirty times, My Lordship?” she replied quietly, her eyes fixed firmly on the floor.

  ‘Thirty?” Lord Sutherland bellowed, loud enough to make her jump. “Good God, child, you have been busy haven’t you! Well, Angelica, I’m afraid I must punish you for your wickedness; one stern spanking for each time you touched yourself. Understand?”

  Angelica shivered. Spanking? She’d not been spanked since she was a naughty little baby. Was this childish punishment really necessary? But then again, who was she to disobey Lord Sutherland? Wanting only to please and obey her new master, she timidly nodded her head once more.

  “Good,” he said quietly, the cruel smile returning to his lips. “Now remove your bloomers, then place yourself across my knee.”

  As Angelica slipped her pretty silk bloomers down over her thighs, her body responded with a flood of excitement, her skin flashing with goose bumps and the sensitive little button between her legs once more beginning its throbbing, aching call. But, Angelica knew that this was to be a very different experience, and she tried to ignore the sensations of pleasure that seemed to mix in with her feelings of shame and fear as she stepped out of her bloomers, then padded timidly towards Lord Sutherland, sitting there in his plush velvet throne, legs wide apart.

  “Good girl,” he murmured. “Now place yourself over my knee like so,” he said, indicating his right leg.

  Angelica bent forward, placing herself just as instructed, so that her bottom was thrust high in the air and her head was right down between the Lord’s legs. She could feel the musky heat of his crotch bathing her face with its warmth as she waited, shivering and expectant, for whatever might come next.

  First Lord Sutherland began, ever so slowly, to slide back the hem of her dress, inch by tantalizing inch, uncovering her pert, milk-white buttocks beneath. Angelica shivered as she felt his hand firmly cup her rump, squeezing her tender flesh with his hot rough fingers, and as he did so, she felt something else, too: a strange hardness that began to press against her face. She shifted her head slightly, to allow the thing more room, realizing with a tremble of surprise that it was Lord Sutherland’s manhood – stirring between his legs as he stroked and fondled her buttocks.

  He took his hand away from her rump just then, leaving a long electrifying pause before ...

  CRACK!

  It was as if all of Angelica’s nerves crackled with fire.

  “One,” Lord Sutherland said.

  Another pause, and then he struck her bottom a second time – “Two!” – the white-heat of her pain again flashing right through her body, causing her to gasp, sucking the breath past her lips, her brain unable to fully process this strange sensation – because it was pain, sure enough, but for some strange reason Angelica found herself actually enjoying it, too.

  Why, she was even anticipating the third spank now, her whole body poised for it, willing it to be even harder than the last!

  Crack.

  “Three!”

  This time Angelica cried out, unable to hold herself back any longer. Her whole body trembled with the curious admixture of pleasure and pain, the reverberations of Lord Sutherland’s hand against her rump flashing all around her body, which pulsed with anticipation for his next strike. And as Angelica again waited for it, her breath clutched in her lungs, her little nipples so stiff and tingling beneath her dress, and her sex throbbing and aching, growing gooey and hot between her thighs, she found herself even wishing that she’d told Lord Sutherland an even higher number, wishing this deliciousness could go on forever.

  Crack, crack, crack!

  Three more blows against Angelica’s rump, and as she squirmed and gasped, savouring every delicious new jolt of pain around her thin frame, her attention once more was diverted by the hot hardness of Lord Sutherland’s member, which seemed now as if it might break free of his trousers.

  Still moaning and writhing, Angelica could contain herself no longer and she began to softly nuzzle his hot throbbing hardness with her face, working her pretty lips up and down his shaft through the rough cloth of his trousers, wishing she could kiss and nuzzle it properly, but not wanting to be so forward as to actually unbuckle his trousers herself ...

  “Oh, is that what you’re after, little minx?” Lord Sutherland said, when he noticed her actions. “Very well then ...”

  And little Angelica’s heart felt like it might escape from her chest, it was pounding so hard, as Lord Sutherland began to unbuckle his belt and trousers, right there with her still wriggling in his lap!

  Finally, his manhood sprang free, slapping against Angelica’s cheek, hot and thick, even more pink and swollen than she’d imagined, with thick purple veins running the length of its shaft, its head flushed a deep purple, and to her surprise just as shiny and slick and sopping with clear juices as Angelica suspected her own womanhood to be by now, too.

  She moaned softly with desire when she first laid eyes upon it, parting her lips eagerly to shower it with tender kisses, tasting the musky salt of his skin and enjoying his soft groans as she began to pleasure him, running her tender lips lightly up and down the shaft of his manhood.

  She gasped as she felt him grab her by the hair, right at the nape of her neck, holding her head firmly in place.

  “Keep still,” he hissed, “and open your mouth wide, girl.”

  Angelica did just as she was told, opening her mouth wide as it would go, her head held firmly above Lord Sutherland’s hot, musky member, her own sex crying out for him to touch it, knowing that if he did, it would only take the very subtlest ministrations of his fingers to make her positively explode in a great shower of wetness, finally soothing the sweet painful ache that grew inside her with each fresh second of this teasing.

  Grabbing hold of the base of his cock with his free hand, Lord Sutherland directed his manhood towards Angelica’s open mouth, pressing the hot throbbing head slowly between her parted lips.

  “Wider, girl,” he growled, as he tried to push himself all the way between her lips.

  Angelica strained her mouth open, wide as it would go, her gasp stifled as she finally felt the hot thickness of his manhood fill her mouth completely. She moaned a muffled moan, as she felt him throbbing against her tongue, and she worried for a moment that she might not be able to breathe, before realizing she could still take air in and out through her nostrils.

  “There,” he murmured, still holding her hair, wound tight around his fist at the base of her neck, causing another sweet sting of pain, “now keep still, that’s it ...”

  And like that, Lord Sutherland began to thrust himself in and out of Angelica’s mouth, bucking his hips, his thickness filling her up so deliciously, his other hand moving back to her buttocks, cupping her rump, his hot rough fingers sliding between her legs for a moment.

  “Good God, you’re positively dripping, girl,” he growled, as he worked his fingers a little way inside her.

  Angelica moaned as much as she was able, feeling his fingers slide so deep inside her, the pleasure flashing out around her body now. It was something new again – to be filled like this – his hand in one end of her, his cock in the other. Why, it was heaven on earth!

  Just then he pulled his fingers from her cunt, drew his hand up once more and then ...

  Crack

  Down came his hand again on her rump.

  “Eight!” he counted, obviously enjoying this just as much as Angelica.

  And as the pain flashed around her body, it was all she could do to stop herself from accidentally biting down upon him, but instead she kept her mouth held open, wide as it would go, hiding her teeth with her lips, moaning and drooling as he slid himself urgently in and out of her mouth,
one moment working her tight little hole with his hot rough fingers, the next cracking down with another painful slap on her rump.

  Angelica felt herself overwhelmed with both pleasure and pain, her head spinning now as he continued to ravage her mouth and toy with her sex and slap her – Crack, crack, crack – on the bottom, driving her to the very edge of ecstasy.

  Oh, it was such a sweet, sweet pain: every time she felt on the brink of exploding, he’d draw his fingers from her again and return to slapping. And soon, before she’d quite reached her own pleasure, he’d counted out the very last spank, “Thirty!”

  “Very good, girl,” he murmured. “You took your punishment extremely well indeed. I’m impressed. But we’re not quite finished yet.”

  And with that, he returned his hand between her legs, this time finger-fucking her first slowly, and then building in speed and intensity, now focussing all his energy upon driving his fingers deeper and harder inside her, his throbbing member still stuffed deep in Angelica’s mouth.

  “You actually like that, don’t you, little wench?” he murmured, and Angelica moaned and writhed in reply.

  At this, Lord Sutherland threw back his head and laughed.

  “I knew it!” he exclaimed, more to himself than to Angelica. “I knew there had to be a wench out there who enjoyed this as much as I!”

  Pretty soon, that sweet feeling grew inside Angelica once again and she groaned and groaned as it built and crested within her, her brain flashing with pure ecstasy as her tight little hole splashed and clenched around Lord’s Sutherland’s fingers.

  And as Angelica reached her own pleasure, this too seemed to send Lord Sutherland right over the edge. Holding her head firmly in place, he drove himself even deeper into her mouth, the head of his cock nudging right against her tonsils as he let out a final, almighty roar.