His Lordship's Lap
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“Why?”
“Because I told you to. You didn’t learn much yesterday, did you?” He scolded, patting his left knee. “Turn your bottom over my lap.”
“No! I’m too tender!” Vanessa protested, immediately placing both hands behind her.
“I’m not going to spank you. At least, not unless you disobey me and keep talking back. Mind me.”
Trudging to his side, she reluctantly placed her belly on his thighs and held her breath as he lifted the skirts.
“My, your little cheeks are still quite rosy, but there are no bruises. That shows you how kind I was for your first bad girl strapping.”
Groaning, she hid her face in her hands. “This is so humiliating. Please allow me to get up.”
“Of course.” He stood her up and smiled. “Put your knees on the couch and bend over the back. It should be the perfect height for you to be comfortable.”
“Poppa!”
“You’re a big girl right now. Behave like one,” he pointed to the lounger.
“Please, may I have some chocolate?”
“Later.”
With a grimace, Vanessa positioned herself over the well stuffed, round edge of the couch and bit her lip as Harrison lifted her skirts again to expose her flesh to his sight. He ran his hand over her sore skin, patted her gently and then ordered to her to stay in place until he returned.
Once the door closed behind him, she raced to his desk to find the chocolate that Edward told her about. She popped a piece into her mouth and picked up a letter addressed to his brother. Quickly, she copied the information, stole another piece of chocolate and then returned to the couch.
“Did you get up?” he asked upon his return.
“Why do you ask that?”
“Your dress is covering your bottom, and you have chocolate on the edge of your mouth.”
“I couldn’t resist,” she giggled as he again lifted her skirts and exposed her naked bottom to the cold air.
“Of course, you couldn’t,” he said with a laugh. “You should always finish your vegetables before you are served dessert. Let’s start with a little oil.”
“I thought that you wanted me to do the dishes,” she said nervously, glancing over her shoulder.
“You can do them later. I decided that I wanted something sweet, and the caramels didn’t satisfy my appetite. Spread your knees.”
“This is embarrassing. Hey, don’t spank me!” She squealed as he swatted her bottom with an oil covered hand.
“Then be quiet while I enjoy my enchanting confection.”
She bit her lower lip as his hands massaged the oil into her skin, easing away her tenderness and leaving behind a warm, hungry tingle. Caressing her thighs and bottom in long, firm strokes allowed her to relax under his attentive, strong hands and she felt her muscles loosen with each pass. The scent of the oil reached her nostrils, hinting of peppermint, sandalwood and vanilla and she drew in a deep breath before exhaling with a happy purr.
The purring increased as his fingers found their way to brush against her womanly folds and the mint worked its tingling magic upon her flesh. She jutted her bottom out to invite more caresses and gasped as she felt a single digit enter her dripping entrance.
“Spread wider,” he whispered, gently moving in and out and occasionally touching her swelling clit.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she groaned, slumping over the back of the couch and inching her knees farther apart. “What’s that?”
“A parsnip, freshly scrubbed and skinned. Do you like it?”
“More. I need more,” she answered, trying to grip the object with her muscles.
“Longer or thicker?”
“Thicker. I need thicker.” She rasped. “Ah!”
“I trimmed the end of the eggplant to keep it smooth. You are having no trouble taking this lovely thing now, are you? I must say that I’m impressed.”
A groan followed his statement as she felt him edge the slick neck of the small purple abergine past her slightly resistant lips and then slowly move it in and out, stretching and teasing her until she reached with her hand to touch herself.
“Oh no, you don’t. That’s my job!” Harrison announced, tossing the vegetable into the fireplace and then flipping her to her back before she could protest. He pinned her down while his mouth clamped over her wetness to taste her juices with the flat of his tongue.
“Mother of…what are you doing to me?” she coughed out. He grabbed her velvety lips between his teeth and pulled gently, returning to suckle, nip and flick the hard nub that begged for his attention. The torment continued for each time she squirmed; he moved his mouth elsewhere.
“Beg for it, Nessa,” he said hoarsely. “I could do this all night. I know all the right places to touch and for the right amount of time to keep you in need. I can add to your agony with this.”
Vanessa’s eyes rolled back as the thick, nubby neck of a hard gourd made its way into her wetness and felt the curved, rounded tip rub deliberately against the back of her womb. Tremors ran the length of her body, and she clutched the settee’s edges. No longer caring about what little modesty, decorum or dignity she had left, she yelled out.
“Fuck me, Harrison. NOW!”
He chuckled, his tongue working its way around the pulsating clit. “We need to work on your begging skills. In fact, let’s start now. Beg, girl.”
“I can’t!” she panted.
“Beg, or I stop,” he threatened as he worked the carved finger of the ginger into her virgin bottom. Her eyes widened as he wedged the oiled-soaked invader between her cheeks and held it in place by the thick knobby base. A burn began to settle gradually inside of her, a fine line between pleasure and pain, and she felt herself grow in hunger.
“That burns.”
“Do you like it?”
“Oh, God, yes. Please!”
“You can do better than that,” he said with a sadistic chuckle, resuming the tortuous play on her vibrating clit.
A hiss escaped her lips. “You sadistic bastard. You win! I’m begging you to please fuck me and hold nothing back. Give me all you can. I’m in your hands to with whatever you desire.”
“That’s what I wanted to hear. But right now, be satisfied with the gourd, the ginger, and my tongue.”
Her response was a shattered scream that bounced against the parlor rooms walls and rebounded down the hallway. Her back arched off the couch as spasm after spasm took control of every muscle in her body, tensing and loosening as though she was having fits. The waves gradually subsided, and she dropped in a heap upon the soft cushions, covered with a fine layer of perspiration and completely out of breath. She had not even noticed that her body’s ‘invaders’ had joined the others in a spitting fire. Only Harrison’s rough cheek remained resting against the inner portion of her thigh.
“I like it when you beg,” he smiled when she gathered the strength to look at him.
Her eyes drooped with lust. “So do I. I want to feel you next time. I want to know what flesh inside of me feels like.”
“You are the little fox, aren’t you? I am pleased, my darling. Very, very pleased. I don’t think we will have any problems with one another when it comes to pleasure.”
“I’m so embarrassed. I can’t believe I allowed you to do these things to me,” Vanessa admitted as she straightened her body on the settee and smoothed her skirts over her legs. “The things that go through my head are so unladylike.”
“I have no desire to bed a lady. I want to bed a wildcat filled with passion and lust. A woman who is not afraid to speak her needs and is open for even the darkest of desires.”
“I can’t help but feel for your poor brother. If he is like you, and if Lady Bess is similar to me, it is no wonder that they chose that course.”
“Had you been in her position, would you have done the same?” Harrison asked, snuggling her under his right arm as he looked at the fire and the smoking vegetables that he had tossed within it.
“As would I.”
“Really?”
“That is why I have waited to marry. I know my appetite for love, lust and intelligence. For that reason, I’ve refused offers for arranged marriages and have made several families very angry in the process. I didn’t want to be in the same position as my brother.”
“He needs to come home and take a stand, Harrison. The law needs to change to allow miserable people to be freed, otherwise you are going to end up with resentment and eventual violence. I saw it back in London. People were trapped like rats in a maze and eventually turned on one another.”
“My father would never permit a divorce decree. That is a civil issue and he has all the power.”
“By why? Is it more important to impose his personal beliefs upon people, or for them to be allowed to be happy in their lives? Happy people don’t get divorced.”
“True. I need to think on this for a bit and gather some counsel. Go clean the dishes while I do some work on the accounts.”
“May I have a few more minutes, please? And another piece of chocolate? I need some time to recuperate, and the sugar will help.” She offered him a broad, toothy smile.
“Very well,” he said, kissing her temple. He took a piece of the candy from his desk and stuck it in her mouth.
“May I stay here with you? Perhaps read a book for a bit?”
“Of course.”
Chapter 11
“Vanessa?”
“Yes?” she replied absently, thoroughly engrossed in the book that he had gifted her with on the journey to Man. She had read it over and over again, fascinated by Swinburne’s approach to pleasure and pain. After the recent activities performed with Harrison, she found more of a connection with the writer’s words and savored them like the chocolate that lingered in her mouth.
She was stretched upon her belly with her ankles delicately crossed in the air, cushioned underneath by the thick Persian carpet and kept warm by the large, crackling fire. With her hair tied off of her face in a blue satin bow and dressed in a pale blue frock with a frilly white apron, white drawers, and stockings, she presented a picture of an innocent young girl.
“Please wash the dishes. I want to start our dinner shortly.”
“I will. I want to finish this passage.”
“I told you that you could have a few minutes to recuperate. That was over two hours ago.”
“You exhausted me,” she commented without lifting her eyes from the page.
“Go and wash the dinners now. No more procrastinating.”
She twisted her neck to look at him with a beguiling expression. “Allow me to finish reading this chapter. It’s the Swinburne book that you gave me, and I love it so much. Please?”
“You may finish that chapter, but no more reading until you’ve completed your chores. Is that understood?”
“Yeah.”
“Answer correctly, young lady. I’m not playing right now.” His voice took on the ‘parental’ tone that she had come to recognize as being serious.
“Yes, Poppa.” She sighed, staring back down at the book again.
His grunt made her aware that he was a little cross with himself for indulging her, but she didn’t make an effort to ease his dissatisfaction. The images painted in her mind by Swinburne were too delicious to push aside.
“Vanessa!” he said sharply after watching her start the book from the beginning. “Get off the floor and clean the dishes.”
“Just five more minutes.”
“Absolutely not. When I say now, I mean now. I shouldn’t have allowed you to talk me into being so indulgent.” He walked over to where she was and took the book from her hands. “Do as you’re told,” he commanded, pointing towards the door.
“I’m not your servant,” Vanessa mumbled, sullenly rising to her feet with her arms folding across her chest.
“Do you want a spanking so soon after yesterday’s incident?” he asked ominously. She pouted and lowered her eyes, but said nothing. She was in conflict, feeling a need to challenge and yet also fearful of the consequences of disobedience. “I’m waiting for an answer, young lady.”
After a pause, she sulkily murmured under her breath. “No.”
“Then do as you’re told otherwise I will turn you across my knee and give you another sound spanking. When that is done, you will still do the dishes.”
Offering a sulking glance over her shoulder, she stomped from the room and slammed the door moodily behind her. Grumbling as she tried unsuccessfully to scrub the plates clean of the sticky candy, she decided instead to leave them in a tub of hot soap and water to complete later. Satisfied that the soaking would diminish the work that she had to do, she sauntered up to her room to indulge in the works of the American author Edgar Allen Poe.
“Vanessa!” She jumped, startled as Harrison’s voice rattled through the house. “Get your bottom down here at once! You had best be here before I count to three! One…”
Jumping off the bed, she raced through the dark halls, following the sound of his voice, and skidded to a stop when she reached the kitchen. “Poppa, let me explain. Everything was dried hard and…”
“Had you minded me in the first place, that would never have happened. Did I or did I not tell you to clean this kitchen so that I could make our dinner?” he inquired sternly. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.”
“Yes, sir,” she said hesitantly while avoiding his stare.
“What did I say would happen if you didn’t mind me?”
Vanessa bit her lip and shifted from left to right, her eyes darting in every direction except his. She responded with a shoulder shrug and a visible gulp, unable to meet his eyes as he stared down at her with a disapproving expression.
“Does sex remove your ability to behave yourself? Let’s make this clear. When I tell you to do something, I expect prompt obedience the first time that I ask. That means no delays. I offered the benefit of the doubt, wanting you to enjoy the afterglow of our time together, but you took advantage of me. Why?”
“I hate doing dishes,” she murmured. “It makes my hands feel raw.”
“Well, not doing the dishes is now going to make your bottom feel raw as well,” he announced, grasping her arm firmly and guiding her across the room to the table from which he yanked a straight-backed chair. He sat himself down and looked straight into her face. “What do you have to say for yourself?”
Her expression was etched with concern. “I’m sorry, Poppa. Honest. I didn’t mean…” her voice trailed off, remembering his previous comment of being tired of hearing about the things that she didn’t mean to do or say. Unable to contain herself, she stammered out. “Please give me another chance! I’m begging you.”
He let her plea hang in the air for a few moments and then said with determined finality, “You’ve had several chances, and I have shown nothing but patience and leniency with you. This is one instance that your begging won’t help.”
“No!” she squealed in alarm as she was drawn firmly across his hard lap. At once, she erupted into a frantically kicking bundle of resistance as she attempted to squirm into any position other than the one that left her backside available to greet his palm. She sunk her teeth into his leg, the bite buffered by the thick material of his trousers. With a grunt, he pinned his right thigh across the backs of her knees and held both wrists snugly in her left hand, centering the material covered bottom straight across his left thigh.
“Remove your teeth this minute. I’ve told you before that I’m not going to tolerate much when it comes to defiance,” he scolded, patting her hind-end before tucking her skirt up around her waist and baring her rounded globes. “You are going to be receiving something that you won’t be forgetting anytime soon. I’m sure the hard pews in church tomorrow and
the carriage ride to Sir Landers home will be sufficient in reminding you to guard your attitude. As part of this punishment, you will help in the kitchen while we visit them, understand?”
Helpless across his knee, her bottom framed by a disheveled heap of material, she began to plead again for a second chance and offered alternative punishments to both her spanking and the humiliation of having to perform chores as a guest. The tone of her entreaties adopted a new sense of urgency as he rubbed the skin of her thighs and soft, sensitive buttocks. “Not only are you going to get a thorough spanking on the bare bottom for your failure to do your chores as I asked, but you have also earned another spanking that will be felt on your thighs. That will be because of your refusal to submit to your discipline and for biting me.”
She voiced her protest which turned into the piercing shriek as his lifted hand fell squarely across the center of her animated bottom.
“There is no reason for you to be screaming like this,” he scolded as he began to administer slow, hard smacks to the still tender cheeks. “You will only get a sore throat on top of a sore bottom. I will do whatever it takes to teach you that that willful disobedience comes with a hefty price, my love.”
Each swat that landed on her punished antes was met with blubbering wails of discomfort and urgent cries for mercy. It took no time for the dramatic cries to transform into real tears, but Harrison remained deaf to the sobbing and continued to spank with emphatic determination.
He paused only to adjust her position and then focused his attention to the backs of her pale, sensitive thighs. Each chafing spank traveled back and forth from the curved base of each cheek and down the thighs. Her legs scissored and flailed, and she howled, wriggled, squirmed in an exhausting attempt to resist the flurried slaps.
Following the last dozen full strength swats delivered to her bottom, Harrison held her over his lap and gently lowered the edge of her dress over her hot, smarting bottom. He released her wrists, guided her to her feet, and then stood a very chastened and submissive young lady between his spread knees. His hands held her hips, and he watched in silence as she clutched her bottom and wept.