Page 9 of The Lady
Before she could think, before she couldreact, Henry had turned and sat down on the bed beside her, dragging her over his lap. Delilah had not been in this position since she was a child, and she certainly had not been mostly naked at the time. She said mostly because her dress was now covering far more of her than it had been mere moments before. He’d split open the front of her dress, but the back was completely intact, which meant he had to flip up her skirts to bare her bottom.
The first blow landed while she was still reorienting herself, dizzy from the sudden movement and distracted by the feeling of his hard thighs beneath her stomach and the fabric of his trousers rubbing against her bare skin. The sensations were so wildly new, so shocking, it was as though her mind had come to an abrupt halt, unable to truly process what was happening.
Smack!
The hard hand coming down on her upturned bottom jarred her back into her right mind, and she shrieked. He was spanking her? He couldn’t spank her!
Smack!
Apparently, unaware of what he could and could not do, Henry’s hand continued to rain down hard, stinging swats in a swift assault that took her breath away.
“You.”
Smack!
“Do.”
Smack!
“Not.”
Smack!
“Hit.”
Smack!
“Me.”
Smack!
Each swat hurt more than the one before, as he peppered them all on the center of each of her cheeks. Delilah shrieked and writhed on his lap, pinned in place by his strong grip, hampered by the skirts flung over her head. The fabric muffled his voice, but his words were still clear. Part of her wanted to protest, he was hitting her, but she knew there was a difference between boxing someone’s ears and receiving a spanking. This was not even nearly as harsh as the thrashing Lady Felton had been intent on giving her, and it was far more deserved.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
He finished with four particularly hard swats, two to each cheek, which made her shriek and jerk against the pain. More tears were sliding down her cheeks, even though the spanking had finished.
“As long as you choose to remain under my protection, your body is mine. Your nipples are mine to suck. Your arse is mine to punish. And I will touch you whenever and however I want.” Something touched herthere,on her privates, sliding between the slick lips, then actually pushing inside of her. Delilah whined, high in the back of her throat, at the unexpected intrusion, but she did not move from her spot over his lap. Her muscles clenched around the invader, which she realized was his finger, and her mind went blurry again. The finger moved back and forth, pushing in and out of her, and for some reason, it seemed to help the fire in her body.
Not just the painful one from the spanking, but the one from before, the one she did not understand and had no idea how to quench.The pain and pleasure were colliding, leaving her aching for more, while he touched her in a manner that should have been reserved for a husband.
Ruined.
That was what thetoncalled a fallen woman.
He’s ruining me.
And she did not want to tell him to stop.
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Henry
Findingthe lady just as aroused, if not more so, after her spanking than she had been before was both a surprise and a delight. She really was perfect for him.
Hanging limp over his lap, she did nothing more than wriggle and whimper as he pumped his finger back and forth in her virgin cunt, exploring the tight channel. When he dragged his thumb over the little bud of her clitty, she gasped, jerking forward, but did not protest. His cock pressed against her side, jerking every time she squirmed against it.
There were two red splotches in the center of each of her creamy cheeks, bright enough, he knew the spanking had been felt, but not too harsh. After all, she had apologized even before being disciplined. He had not even truly been angry, but she needed to learn her limits now that she was under his protection. There was no sense in letting bad behavior slide at the beginning. That would only lead to confusion. She needed to know he was the Master, and she... well, she was his—in every sense of the word.
