“My, this girl needs a firm male hand, does she not, Alexander?” The Viscount looked at me with disapproval as he spoke to Lord Drake. “If I keep her, the birch will tame her, and a stay in my stable with the hands and the horses as James suggested.”
“I think she will be brought to the leash more quickly than you believe,” Lord Drake answered with confidence. “I shall begin her training. First let us see how her breasts respond to discipline.”
With deft quickness, Lord Drake was to let go of nipples, making them throb with the loss of the pressure and stretch he had exerted upon them. He walked in front of me but kept a little to the side so as not to obscure the sight of my body with his tall frame. Suddenly, with surprising force, Lord Drake reached out his hand and slapped my breasts thrice.
They jumped, wobbled and stung, flushing a delicate shade of pink with each firm disciplining strike from Lord Drake. I was given one more for good measure when a hybrid moan of pain and pleasure escaped my errant lips
“Good. She responds well,” the Viscount said.
“I can see wetness upon her sex. It is clear she moistens with a firm breast slap,” Lord Drake informed the group with authority. “Yes, she will be brought to the leash quickly.”
“Perhaps, but I am still not convinced. I still believe the girl requires a birching and a hard mounting before she’ll be tamed,” the Viscount disagreed.
“Let us see more of her. Lord Grange had spanked her. Let us see the evidence. A blushing bare bottom on a filly is well worth viewing,” one of the men called out.
“Yes, turn her around and bend her over. I want to see her buttocks and anal entrance before she is examined internally. We must make sure she is the virgin Lord Grange believes her to be. Young women are getting more adept at concealing their shame of a taking these days,” the Viscount said.
Lord Drake turned and bowed.
“Of course, as you wish,” he said with a grin.
I panted when I felt Lord Drake’s hands rest upon my naked hips.
“Please. I don’t want . . .”
My speech trailed off when Lord Drake hushed me with an unexpected firm breast slap.
“You will not speak woman unless ordered to do so,” he thundered at me. “Your disobedience is tiresome.”
I gave a shriek when he cupped my pussy tightly, squashing the tight black curls against his hand possessively before slapping it with two firm strikes, catching my damp clitoris with his swat. I gave an indignant cry but hushed when he raised his hand once more and took my sex to task again. I pooled with fresh creamy wetness. My clit throbbed yet yearned for more firm discipline.
A curious deep ache inside my slickening channel began to pulse with urgent need. I did not understand my feelings. They ranged from anger, fear and pain to desire, pleasure, need and lust itself. Perhaps harnessing those wayward reckless and wanton thoughts was how Lord Drake and the Viscount sought to tame me for their own sexual needs. I was helpless but to receive their direction.
Lord Drake turned me around and trailed his fingers the length of my spine before smoothing his palm over one blushing buttock that had been warmed previously by Lord Grange’s hand.
“Now, little one, bend over for me and reach for your toes,” Lord Drake commanded in a dark, stern but velvet voice that caressed and warmed my skin unexpectedly, dissipating the fear and humiliation I felt. Yet still I resisted purely for my sense of propriety and stubborn nature.
“No, I will not. How can you treat me this way? None of you is a true gentleman despite the titles you carry and the power you wield,” I told them angrily, jutting my chin out at them.
“Do you wish me to bend you, myself, little one?” Lord Drake asked with amusement. “It seems you respond well to being made to obey.” He grinned at me and then took hold of my hips firmly, bending me with force. As he did so, he eyed me with concern.
“I asked you to trust me. I will protect you with my life,” he urged in another secret whisper.
I found myself touching my toes and my hair falling in front to greet them with me. My bare spanked bottom was now on show, thrust out at Lord Drake, the Viscount and the other men in the room. Through my legs I could see them scrutinise my flesh with hungry devouring eyes. It seemed I was a tasty dish to be set before the King.
My sex hung between my legs. I could not hide the glistening dampness upon it any longer. My pussy lips felt swollen and heavy. I was so vulnerable and open to wanton male penetration. I was frightened, but I clung to the words Lord Drake had uttered to me and allowed myself to believe he would indeed protect me.
“Open your legs wider,” he told me, giving my bottom a gentle tap. Unable to resist for the position I was in, I obeyed his command immediately. I was disturbed by the pleasure I took in obeying his simple request. I felt a sudden need to please him.
“Open your legs, woman so that we may examine your anal entrance. I need to see you a virgin there,” the impatient Viscount said. Lord Drake softly skimmed his palms over the surface of my buttocks and opened them to bare the puckered entrance of my anus. I bit my lip at the humiliation of being opened so widely.
“Blake, she has been spanked but I am not sure if she is red enough for your satisfaction,” Lord Drake told the man. “Do I have your permission to discipline her to your satisfaction?”
“Yes, I agree. It will be a treat to see this filly chastised. But first I must know whether she is a virgin.”
I felt Lord Drake lean across my back and the black velvet of his coat brush my skin. My skin warmed with the closeness of his presence. If I were to be so shamefully examined by a man, then Lord Drake would put some of my unease to bed. His touch was skillful and artful - designed to dominate and tame yet with a protective and gentle application.
Lord Drake stroked the back of my hair and leaned towards my ear to plant another kiss. I felt his breath blow across my ear, sending rivulets of tiny shivers of pleasure across my back and to my throbbing nipples. He spoke to me as the men commented on the lack of redness to the backs of my thighs and bottom as well as discussing the size and shape of my puckered entrance for anal penetration.
“I know this is difficult but do everything I say. I will not hurt you. And I have to admit you do require a sound whipping for involving yourself with Lord Grange. If I had not been here, your stubbornness would have got you killed. The Viscount does not tolerate disobedience from his women or his men,” he whispered.
There was no time for a reply. Lord Drake straightened and trailed his fingers along my spine. He turned and cupped my buttocks in a tight punishing hold and opened them further.
“Now, little one, let us see if you are a virgin in your treasured entrance.” I heard someone approach him and then a pause. Soon after, I felt a cool balm applied to the small hole. I gasped and tried to raise my body in response whilst Lord Drake applied the creamy substance, tracing the outline of the entrance. With a firm hand on my back, he pushed me back down and began to gently insert a finger inside me.
I cried and bucked like a wild horse. He quickly restrained me with the hard slap of his hand to my buttocks. I became meek and once again knowledgeable regarding his dominance over me. The men in the room laughed loudly. Lord Drake pushed his finger in harder but its progress was gentle. My nerve endings inside the dark channel were tight and painfully expanding with the push of Lord Drake’s finger to accommodate him. His penetration was slick and well practised and eventually my anal channel stretched. He suddenly stopped pushing and simply held his finger there as if allowing me to become accustomed to the fullness in my anal entrance. For that moment, I did indeed feel tamed and calmed by the man. I whimpered my acquiescence.
“She is very tight, Blake. She is most definitely a virgin in her anus.”
“Good, good. I want to see her vaginal entrance and then see her spanked to crimson.”
“And you shall.”
Chapter Four
Lord Drake gave me two hard strikes with
his firm palm, his finger still positioned inside me. I bucked and he pushed his finger deeper inside. I have to confess surprise at the delicious arousal I felt begin to pound and pulse inside my vagina. I ached for my sex to be touched by Lord Drake, convinced the pain would be soothed if he rubbed there.
With his free hand, he startled me by reaching between my legs to open my vaginal lips. He held them apart, making me gasp. With a deft finger, he stroked my clit. Once more I found myself bucking against his finger inside my anus, feeling a sense of fullness and arousal at his domination of both sexual entrances to my body.
“Yes, very beautiful.” Drake removed his finger from my anus and stroked his fingers across one buttock as though to soothe any agitation he considered me to be feeling. Once again his touch on my flesh was sensual. A flare of aroused heat crossed the surface of my body and once again I felt moisture drip from my pussy on to the plump droplet of my clit to prepare me for the taking. “I almost wish I could keep her for myself,” he said, a hint of angry determination lining the light tone in Drake’s deep velvet voice as his free hand caressed the tender backs of my thighs. “Even now, she is wet with the anticipation of being claimed.”
He continued to stroke my buttocks and thighs in a circular motion whilst he removed his hand from my sex, leaving me lamenting the release. He lowered his free hand to caress the skin at the top of my inner thigh. I waited for him to caress inside my vagina again but he was to deny me, building the tension and need until a fresh rush of milky wetness coated my clit once more for the men to see.
Finally, Lord Drake was to take pity upon me and cupped the small bud between my lips between his fingers. He squeezed, milking it like a teat until another rush of wetness gathered and pooled, producing an unexpected loud moan from my lips. He stroked firmly, making me call out with need. My body attempted to encourage him and I pushed down with my hips to capture his fingers up inside my channel. Lord Drake was to give a small laugh and reinserted his finger back in my anus before thrusting another finger high up in to my sex and the wet channel leading to my womb.
He moved both fingers at the same time. The ache for release became deeper and so intense, I became breathless. A cry rose from my lips when he made contact with a small membrane in my pussy. He pushed at it, once more raising another helpless cry of small pain from my lips, and then very gently removed his finger. He patted my bottom and took away his finger from my dark entrance.
“The hymen is intact. Lady Gerard is most definitely a virgin, Viscount.” There was glee in his voice but it sounded forced, and I strongly believed I could detect a high concentration of anxiety for my plight.
“A virgin,” the Viscount said and clapped his hands together. “Beautiful. She is indeed a prize. If I can tame her stubbornness, I will be able to sell her to the highest bidder. Spank her, Lord Drake.”
“It will be a pleasure,” Lord Drake said. His voice sounded strained. “Bring me a chair,” he requested in a hardening, impatient voice.
I was raised to standing and lifted up under his arm. He moved towards a red padded chair with gold gilt and sat down laying me over his knee. I did not relish the thought of being spanked again and my temper returned. I kicked at Lord Drake, not relishing the prospect of being spanked to crimson. But Lord Drake appeared not to be ruffled by my behaviour. Before I could kick any more, his hand was raised and I was receiving the first of his powerful strikes as he gave me a sound bare-bottom spanking. I squealed and bleated much to the amusement of all those in the room. His flat palm caught the backs of my thighs low and hard, alternating between delivering firm blows and swats to my buttocks and the backs of my thighs. Both body parts stung and burned. The heat rose in to the ether to press down upon my naked flesh. The application of Lord Drake’s hand to my bottom was skillful, unlike Lord Grange’s. He caught the tenderest parts, flaring my nerve endings in to life with pain.
I whimpered and sobbed like a babe in arms. But underneath my pain, I felt sodden between my thighs and my clit throbbed. Feelings of pain and pleasure mingled and fought for control in my mind. A part of me appeared to derive sustenance from Lord Drake’s firm discipline. I even felt strangely protected by his will to chastise me. What I could not bear was to be so publicly taken to task. Shame burned over my body and produced fresh tears. I considered how the men would view my quivering pale bottom as it jumped to Lord Drake’s attention every time he slapped it hard. How I bucked and writhed, mimicking the sexual act, dampening his breeches with my unfathomable arousal. I was ashamed of my own wanton thoughts and reaction.
Eventually the pain of my spanking was to end abruptly. When Lord Drake’s palm touched me next it was with soft gentle care. He smoothed and rubbed at the blazing rawness covering my bottom. I hung limp and penitent over his lap, wondering what was to come next in my examination.
“Her bottom is a beautiful crimson now and she is thankfully quiet. I always say a good hard spanking goes a long way to stop a woman’s stubbornness,” Lord Drake informed our audience.
I raised my head from the floor, surprised when I felt him brush his lips gently across my buttocks as he stroked them with his fingertips. His touch eased the pain in my nerves and soothed my fear even as the men stood around me to view my scorched bottom.
“I must touch it. I do so love to feel the heat on a filly’s bottom from a spanking,” the Viscount said reaching out his hand. I whimpered at the very thought of being touched by the vile man. Thankfully, Lord Drake would not permit it.
All of a sudden, Lord Drake was rising from his chair and pulling me with it to standing and slipping his fingers under me to cup my sex. Carefully he slipped his finger between my pussy lips. I bent my head, unable to look up at the Viscount, the men and Lord Drake himself. My cheeks were warm with shame that he had discovered the evidence of my wanton need.
“I think it more prudent to take advantage of the fact that the girl is wet with arousal from her punishment. Perhaps it would be more interesting for you to see her come. She cannot be penetrated and the hymen broken, but I warrant a small amount of manipulation will do the trick and provide an exciting spectacle for us all.” Lord Drake’s voice was light but I heard fear and anxiety for my welfare.
I looked up at him. He rubbed his finger across my wet clit as he talked to the Viscount, increasing the warmth and pleasure I was experiencing deep within my slickening channel. He held my arm in a tight grip and pulled my body close to him. He had positioned his body at an angle so it shielded me from the touch of the Viscount and the other men. Despite the awkwardness of the scenario I found myself in, Lord Drake’s determination to protect me appeared to be increasing with strength by the moment. I was encouraged by it.
I watched the Viscount’s greedy, lusty eyes lower to my sex, seeing how easily and artfully Lord Drake manipulated me to deep arousal. Unknowingly, I opened my legs wider to accommodate his access as he circled the small opening with the tip of his finger, threatening to penetrate it. The Viscount’s eyes were spellbound.
“Such plump, juicy vaginal lips and so wet,” the Viscount murmured to himself in a whisper. He moved his hand to touch me but with quickness, Lord Drake removed his finger and placed himself directly in front of me. The movement appeared instinctual and I was glad of it. The idea of the Viscount touching my sex filled me with loathing and fear I had not experienced before.
The Viscount paused and then laughed loudly.
“I do believe you are taking a liking to the girl, Lord Drake. You seek to protect her and keep her for your own ends. Perhaps I will sell her to you for the highest price or I may decide to keep her for myself and my private bedchamber. If a man like you and with your reputation prizes such a woman above others then I must find out for myself what it is that attracts you so much.”
The Viscount was teasing and taunting Lord Drake. He pulled me closer to him and gave a small laugh.
“Yes, she is pleasing to the eye and no doubt when she has been fully examined I will of
fer you a desirable price for her, Blake. It is time I took a bride.”
The Viscount laughed and sat down. But this time his laughter appeared strained and suspicious. I heard Lord Drake take an agitated breath.
“You take a bride?” The viscount laughed heartily and took another puff on his pipe. “I have heard rumour you are sworn off love. You are a rake who has been enjoying the sexual company of many women for years. You do not have the heart for staying faithful to one. Now, come let us see the wench brought to satisfaction, Lord Drake, and complete her examination. Make the girl orgasm for us without breaking her hymen.”
“With pleasure, Viscount,” Lord Drake said, his voice was strained. He did not answer the Viscount’s account of his feelings.
Lord Drake turned and pulled me in front of him, removing me from my shelter behind him. Once again I was exposed for intimate viewing and examination. Quickly he reached for my pussy again and opened it wide. I whimpered, feeling my open wet sex scrutinised by all in the room.
“Breathtaking,” the Viscount gave his approval. “Her lips and clitoris are perfect in size and in proportion to the soft curves of her body. Very sensual. Definitely worth a hefty price.”
Lord Drake led me back to the chair, his finger still between my pussy lips, and sat down straddling it. Lord Drake then pulled me to sit down in front of him.
“Open your legs wide, woman. Hang them over each side of the chair and thrust out your breasts. The Viscount and the others want to see all of you as you orgasm,” Lord Drake ordered me sternly.
Afraid but trusting of the man, I did as I was bid. My head lowered to avoid the stares of my audience, but he was to lift my chin and force my head up. His hand pressed gently in to the small of my back, just above my buttocks. My response was swift. I arched forwards, thrusting my body outwards. His firm touch and gentle push strengthened the power of my desire inwards and sent another rush of creamy wetness to my sex, coating his finger.
I moaned, enthralled that such a simple yet deliberately well-placed action could make me respond so wantonly. It was as if by pressing my back, Lord Drake had pushed against something inside me that was causing all of my strange needs, impulses and desires. Now he had easy command of it. I was indeed to be manipulated to pleasure without much effort. Control of my body was fast diminishing in Lord Drake’s captive hold and it seemed he was to have mastery of it.
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