Page 16 of The Lady
Delilah shrieked, struggling. She could not be sure if it was because she was still tender from yesterday or because Henry was spanking her harder than he had the day before, but she was certain this second spanking hurt more than the first.
SMACK!
Rather than concentrating the firm swats on any one part of her bottom, this time, he peppered her thoroughly, aiming his hand across both cheeks and turning them bright pink. Delilah writhed, trying to get away, but he held her fast against his lap. She could feel movement against her side and moaned when she realized he was becoming aroused again, his cock beginning to harden and press into her.
SMACK!
“I’m sorry!” She truly was. Even when she’d asked the question, rather than obeying, there had been a part of her screeching to just do as he said. Tears slid down her face, her bottom cheeks on fire, the area between her legs still throbbing in counterpoint, even though the pleasure of her climax was long gone, and she felt truly contrite.
Why had she not?
Why did she have to test him?
She did not know the answer, but she was already vowing never to do so again.
It was not worth it.
SMACK!
“I’msorry!” she shrieked again. That swat had particularly hurt. It had not been on her bottom, but on the back of her thigh, just under the curve of her bottom, and it burned even more than the previous ones.
SMACK!
A matching swat on the other side made her buck and shriek again, then it seemed to be over.
“Good girl.”His hand smoothed over her roasted bottom, rubbing gently, and Delilah whimpered, a few more tears sliding down her cheeks as she slumped across his knees. The gentle, warm tone of his praise was as unexpected as the praise itself. “You took your punishment very well. I am proud of you, pet.”
The oddest feeling washed over her, despite the fire still heating her bottom—happiness. She was happy she had pleased him. Happy to be praised and hear he was proud of her. She did not understand why, which was becoming a common theme. Why did she want to please him when he had just turned her bottom into a flaming mass of throbbing flesh? Why did she care that he was proud of her? Why did shefeelproud about taking a punishment she had not wanted?
Why, why, why?
Did it matter?
The thought popped into her head, and she did not know the answer to that question, either.
“Now, then,” he said, interrupting her swirling thoughts. “Time to get you ready for the day, pet, then you will make amends for misbehaving.”
“But... I already said I was sorry...”
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Henry
His little pet’sconfusion was clear, but she would understand soon enough.
“I appreciated the apology, pet, and you will have the opportunity to show me how sorry you are.” His cock throbbed in anticipation, but first things first.
Henry leaned over to the tray and picked up two items he had sent Butch out to acquire last night, which had nothing to do with breaking their fast or washing up. The man had come through splendidly as he always did. The first was a little bottle of oil which the tarts often used, and the second was a more unusual item. While the whores would often use a plug or a dilator to help stretch out their asses for use, such things were not often adorned with a tail. In fact, Henry had only seen it one other time, when he was in France, and the image had stuck in his head.
Now that he had his own little pet, he would able to act out his most deviant fantasies, the ones he had never acted out before. Not that the bawds would have denied him, but he’d known, deep down, playacting his desires would not assuage his need. Just as bedding women who were not Delilah had not satisfied him.
But now she was his, he had not been able to get the image of her with a little tail tucked into her arse, readying it for him to fuck and a collar around her neck as she crawled beside him on a leash out of his head.
“What are you doing?” she asked, wriggling slightly, trying to turn and crane her neck to see.
Pulling the stopper out of the bottle of oil, Henry coated one of his fingers, then hooked his other arm around her middle to hold her in place, already anticipating rebellion at his next act.
“Getting you ready for me,” he said simply, and pressed the tip of his finger to the puckered hole of her anus and pushed in, grinning widely at her outraged shriek.
