Repost for Fawne : Lord Robert & Lady Annabel Part 3
domino
favourite of mine and on which I unashamedly modelled mine :
Usual disclaimers apply - This is *my* copyright.
Enjoy
love
domino
Following the episode with the hairbrush, my Lady's feelings were
mixed indeed. There was no doubt but that her chastisements were
painful - extremely painful. So much so, in fact, that she winced
at the recollection. And yet - and yet, there was no denying that
the blood coursed through her veins at the thought of it, and awakened
strange feelings within her. She pondered over this one morning as
she lay in her bed. It was not yet time for her maid to awaken her,
and the curtains were still firmly drawn, allowing only the smallest
ray of light into the room. Last night my Lord had visited her
chamber, and desired to inspect her bottom. She had obediently
submitted to his inspection, although she knew full well from
prolonged sessions in front of her looking glass, that although it was
only a few days since her punishment, she bore no bruises or other
marks save a painful memory. Nonetheless, Lord Robert had assiduously
examined every inch of her backside, even running his hands over her,
to check for broken skin. Lady Annabel, needless to say, soon found
that she had no objections to this treatment, and succumbed gleefully
to the Earl's ministrations.
It was whilst she was in this state of abandon that her husband, in a
pleasant and even voice, said to her, "I find, beloved, that I am more
and more enamoured of you." "Oh Robert," sighed she. "And I take
especial pleasure in being able to correct your faults, my love."
"Mmmmmmmmmmm," she replied, letting his words and the gentle sound of
his voice combine in a wave of pleasure rippling through her. "And I
have quite determined," he continued, carefully regarding the totality
of his wife's abandon, "that I shall keep a reckoning every saturday
afternoon of all your little misdeeds that I have felt over the week
are in need of correction. Though, of course," he added as an
afterthought, "any major fault will surely carry it's own, very severe
reward." "Oh yes, yes," moaned his wife, almost oblivious to all but
my Lord's hands, now at her breasts, and now at her valley of
pleasure.
Lady Annabel contemplated the Earl's words now, however. They
frightened her somewhat, but she sensed herself to be on the verge of
some great discovery. Could she really wish herself to be chastised,
she asked herself? She knew she did not enjoy the pain, yet once the
first angry hurt had gone, it was a very pleasurable tingling glow
that remained, which seemed to inflame her senses. The aftermath of
her two chastisements at my Lord's hands had far surpassed the
pleasure she normally felt in their marriage-bed. As my Lady lay and
pondered these things, a daring thought popped into her head. There
was one sure way of discovering the truth. Today was saturday, and
recollecting her Lord's words of the night before, my Lady Annabel,
wondering at her own daring, determined to deliberately award Lord
Robert an occasion to punish her. Her mouth creased in a timid smile
as a plan began to form. She must, above all else, be subtle. She
knew full well that the Earl enjoyed chastising her, but she was quite
determined that he should not guess her true feelings until she was
sure of them herself. And at this point my Lady's reverie was halted
by the arrival of Jenny with my Lady's breakfast tray.
My Lord, on his part was well pleased with the situation. He was
determined to arouse within his lady a desire to be chastised as great
was his desire to chastise, and he was thus far pleased with the
results. The first hurdle had been overcome when my Lady submitted to
her first chastisement with only a token resistance. He smiled in
recollection of the unexpected thrill which coursed through him when
at her second chastisement my Lady had knelt and sobbed that she
deserved it. Oh yes, the Earl of Merivale was quite sure that Lady
Annabel would learn to kiss the rod willingly, nay, gladly. However,
my Lord Robert was also a keen horseman, and was well aware that
spirited fillies had to be gentled and not broken savagely. After the
previous night's little adventure my Lord decided that he would give
Annabel a talking to in his study later, but as she had this week been
a model of virtue, he would not punish her. No, he thought
regretfully, I do not wish to appear cruel or vindictive. I must play
my hand gently. "Hmm," he mused to himself, "and I shall have to
stick to the milder implements. Unless my Lady does something really
horrendous to merit the cane or birch, I shall have to confine myself
to hand and tawse and hairbrush." And on this not-too-melancholy
thought, My Lord Robert, Earl of Merivale entered the dining room.
The repast laid before them was a fairly simple one, with a mere
half-dozen dishes all told. The food itself was delicious, however,
as my Lord spared no expense in hiring an excellent cook. They had
all but finished their meal, which was rounded off by an excellent
syllabub, when the Earl glanced at his wife and then at his watch.
"My dear," he said, "if it will not inconvenience you too greatly, I
desire your company in my study at two o'clock prompt." "Oh," said
his wife, with a naughty, but determined twinkle in her eye. "What a
bore. I had intended to go for a ride this afternoon." "I see," said
my Lord. "Do you not recollect my speech with you last night?" he
enquired politely. "I made sure you were funning, my Lord," responded
Lady Annabel cheekily.
"Did you now," said my Lord, suddenly made aware by the tone of her
voice that my Lady was not merely being awkward, but that she seemed
to be doing her level best to incur his wrath. "Well," he continued,
"I must prevail upon you to forgo your ride my love." "Fiddlesticks,"
snapped my Lady, stamping her foot under the table. "Can you not talk
to me later." "No indeed my Lady," answered her husband with a smile,
entering into the spirit of the game he was by now sure she was
playing. "Two o'clock it will be, and not a minute later." And with
that, he made his excuses and left the table.
Annabel rose and repaired to the drawing room, where she walked
nervously round the room. All had gone according to plan. She knew
he had been irked at the outset when she had answered him
impertinently, and if, as she knew, my Lord was simply awaiting an
opportunity to chastise her, surely that alone was enough. However,
just to make sure, she supposed, that they understood each other in
the games they were playing, Lord Robert, with his two o'clock
appointment had given her a final opportunity to renege. The two
o'clock appointment...which she fully intended being late for.
Annabel went to her room and rang for Jenny. A further mischievous
thought had sprung to mind. She hastily removed her garments, as she
instructed Jenny to lay out her old riding habit.
The grandfather clock in the hall was chiming two as my Lady slipped
into her habit and surveyed herself in the glass. Her full breasts
strained the fabric, and her plump figure displayed every curve to
advantage in the tight costume. This was the garment my Lady had worn
prior to her marriage, and she had filled out somewhat since then.
Yet she knew that the very tightness would be to her advantage. She
allowed Jenny to perch her hat on her head, and picked up her riding
crop. She thought about that for a moment. Surely it was not wise to
also give my Lord a new instrument to wield against her - yet if she
did not, who was not to say but what he would use a worse one. No,
the narrow leather crop it would be, and clutching it nervously she
made her way to the study, arriving at exactly ten minutes past the
hour designated by the Earl.
In for a penny, she thought, and taking a deep breath breezed merrily
into the study without knocking. My Lord was standing in front of the
window, hands clasped behind his back. "So," he said, "Madam has
finally deigned to put in an appearance." "Oh my Lord," she twinkled,
"I am sorry I'm late, but I thought if you would but make haste, I
could get my ride in after all." "I see," replied his Lordship,
looking on his wife with great affection. "Well, my dear, much as it
grieves me to deprive you of your fun, I am afraid this will be denied
you." He gazed on her, noting the old habit and the crop. "You see,"
he continued as she seated herself before him, "I am sorry to say that
I think your bottom will be too sore by the time I am finished." A
thrilling shiver coursed through Annabel. "Oh," she said, staring at
him wide-eyed.
"You recollect, I trust," said the Earl, "What I apprised you of last
night." "Yes, my Lord," she replied, "A time of reckoning," said she,
surprising herself at her daring impertinence. "And a reckoning there
will be," cried my Lord gleefully as he pulled his wife to him. "You
wicked chit, you have insolently disobeyed my command to you,
determined to go your own wilful way. Have you aught to say for
yourself," said my Lord as she stood before him. At that, Lady
Annabel hung her head and bit her lip in trepidation, dreadfully
nervous now of the consequences of her actions, but determined
nonetheless. Taking a deep breath she raised her eyes to Lord
Robert's expectant face before her.
"My Lord," she quavered, "I have indeed been wilful and disobedient."
She gulped quickly, "I deserve to be chastised." She saw the light in
his eyes, and laying the riding crop before him, continued in a
whisper, "Please punish me, sir." At that Lord Robert cupped her face
in his hands and kissed her tenderly. "How well you know how to
please me beloved," he said joyfully, and led her to his desk. A
word, however my love," he continued as they stood there. "Where the
chastisement is concerned I do not play games. If you are to be
punished, it will not be half-done." "No, my Lord," replied Annabel,
"I understand full well that my punishment will be thorough. Only,"
and here she gave a nervous little gulp, "I am afraid I cannot stand
the pain." "Trust me," he smiled, and laid her across his desk. This
position was not exactly right, so my Lord fetched a cushion which,
when placed on the edge of the desk under Annabel's hips served to
lift her into just the right position. He smiled as he beheld her,
still clad in her tight riding habit, awaiting his pleasure.
"Kindly grip the edge of the desk," he requested, "and do not let go
until you have my permission." My Lord decided to forego the joy of
seeing Annabel's bottom change hue. With the added protection of the
fabric he could use harder strokes. He picked up the leather crop and
tried it experimentally, however, he thought it far too punishing for
my Lady. Above all he was determined to punish her to the limit, but
as she was still a novice, the Earl had no wish to be too savage. So
it was that my Lord began by delivering a rapid series of slaps with
his hand. No sound from Annabel, who was stoically doing her best to
resist against crying out. He spanked even harder, concentrating on
the one spot. My Lady wriggled and bit her lip, but still made no
sound. My Lord cracked down a further three or four strokes. "Ooooh"
squeaked Annabel. At that, Lord Robert decided to change his tactics.
If his minx of a wife wished to play games, then so would he, and
unseen by her my Lord grasped a wooden rule from the side table where
he had earlier placed it, in anticipation. He paused a second, then
brought it down heavily. At this latest onslaught, Annabel clutched
her bottom and leapt up in pain. So, thought Lord Robert, we are
still playing games, and quietly determined to play one of his own.
"My Lady," said he in a chilly voice, "You forget yourself. Why do
you persist in disobeying my commands. Bend over at once, and be sure
that this further act of defiance will be severely paid for." He
paused, amused at the stricken look in Annabel's eyes - so, he
thought, it was a genuine mistake, then continued, "grip the desk and
do not dare let go again." And with that he set about her in earnest
with the wooden rule. Desperate moans were uttered by my Lady as she
lay there squirming, desperately clenching and unclenching her
buttocks. My Lord smiled to himself, as he slowly but
inexorably dispensed his justice. In vain did Annabel wriggle
furiously, and in vain did my Lady scream as Lord Robert, as was his
wont, concentrated still on just the one spot, bringing down the ruler
several times in quick succession, and thus reducing my Lady to
copious tears. "Please, no more," sobbed Annabel, "If you must
chastise me further, please turn to my other cheek." she cried.
"Well, certainly, my dear," said my Lord. "I had only intended to
leave you half-done, but I will not refuse your request to also punish
your right cheek," said he merrily, though he knew full well he had
intended so to do all along. "However," he said, "I think I shall
request you to disrobe now," and so saying he helped my Lady to her
feet and most gallantly assisted her in undoing the tight buttons of
her habit. And if his hands strayed to fondle various portions of her
anatomy whilst he did so, who would say him nay? Certainly not
Annabel, who was somewhat recovered by now, and succumbing to the
persuasive kneading and stroking of her breasts, her bottom and her
valley of pleasure.
When the riding habit had finally been dispensed with, my Lord
disentangled himself from his wife, and turned her towards the desk.
Lady Annabel lay nervously across it, shuddering at the thought of
what was yet to come. My Lord began, as he had earlier, with the flat
of his hand, sparing neither himself nor her. Annabel, who by this
time was feeling rather sorry for herself gave a low moan, and
heartily regretted inflicting this punishment on herself. Se must
have been quite mad she thought as Lord Robert carried on with his
task in a thorough fashion. Once more the ruler was retrieved, and
once again without warning it came crashing down. My lady screamed as
she jerked and bucked, yet as she did so, s strange sensation came
over her. Again the ruler smacked down, and now she moaned deeply as
she gave in to the almost overpowering feeling that was building up
inside her. Her thoughts were jumbled and incoherent, yet
instinctively, she felt herself submit to the pain. Her moans were an
involuntary reflex now. She felt herself rise to meet the pain,
embracing it as it were, letting the pain carry her to the verge of
ecstasy.
The Earl had noted these changes in his wife, and was enjoying himself
to the fill as he watched Annabel's pretty bottom, by now mottled and
tender, rising to meet her punishment. Lord Robert gauged his Lady's
mounting excitement as he delivered another couple of strokes. "Oh,
oh please," cried my Lady, though she could not articulate what it was
she begged for. Her voice was pitched ever higher - a high, keening
sound, and sensing she was not far off release, my Lord grasped the
leather crop from where it lay and landed his three final strokes,
which left two bright red lines forming a cross with another straight
across, at which my Lady reached a climax, jerking, bucking and
sobbing.
"Thank you, oh thank you for punishing me, beloved," she cried. My
Lord gazed a moment. marvelling at this pleasant spectacle of
submission which he had not thought to see for some time yet, and as
she lay there, still obediently gripping the desk, he approached her,
and with the crop gently slapped the insides of her thighs, causing
her to spread her legs. He loosened his garments, against which he
had been straining for some time now, and clutching her sore backside
just roughly enough, he buried himself deep in her valley of
pleasure, to the sweet music of her moans of joy.
The End
Fawne
> With apologies to Georgette Heyer, whose regency novels are a great
> favourite of mine and on which I unashamedly modelled mine :
>
> Usual disclaimers apply - This is *my* copyright.
>
> Enjoy
> love
> domino
*purrrs* I love this story :) Something about the civility of the
characters
just makes the punishment that much more exciting. Maybe because of
the contrast
between the two? I'm not sure exactly why, but I love period erotica,
and this
story was so beautifully written. There is something so intoxicating
about a
man who treats a woman like a lady, but still knows how to give her
the punishment that she needs. *purrs and grins*
Thank you for reposting this story, Domino, I really enjoyed it. :)
Love and spanks, Fawne
domino
> *purrrs* I love this story :)
Thank you for the flowers :-)
> Thank you for reposting this story, Domino, I really enjoyed it. :)
which means you would prolly enjoy the works of Georgette Heyer if you
haven't come across them yet. (Unfortunately they're not erotica, but
*full* of gorgeous men :-)))
love
domino
Fawne
> which means you would prolly enjoy the works of Georgette Heyer if you
> haven't come across them yet. (Unfortunately they're not erotica, but
> *full* of gorgeous men :-)))
>
> love
> domino
I haven't heard of Georgette Heyer, does she write romance novels?
I love to read, but when I'm not reading spankin' stuff I usually read
some sort of nonfiction. Spanking fiction is fun to read though. *BEG*
Love and spanks, Fawne
domino
> I haven't heard of Georgette Heyer, does she write romance novels?
She is (in the UK at least) regarded as the premier author of the
historical romantic regency novel genre.
Her books are amusing, romantic (but not in the mills & boon/Barb
Cartland style) easy to read, amusing - I would recommend them.
>I love to read, but when I'm not reading spankin' stuff I usually read
>some sort of nonfiction. Spanking fiction is fun to read though. *BEG*
Oh! you are missing *so* much if you only read non-fiction! Maybe
you should consider spreading your wings a little :-)
(and, you know, sometimes, the readers of vanilla fiction are rewarded
by coming across spankings in that vanilla work :-)
(http://www.cfpub.com/ has a list of spankings in mainstream novels,
so you might find using that as a reading list will be - ah -
*rewarding* :-)
love
domino
Fawne
> She is (in the UK at least) regarded as the premier author of the
> historical romantic regency novel genre.
>
> Her books are amusing, romantic (but not in the mills & boon/Barb
> Cartland style) easy to read, amusing - I would recommend them.
Well, I'll have to look her up the the next time I go to the
library then. I used to read fiction all the time, but then got into
reading nonfiction. A little change might be refreshing though, and
they sound really good. *grins*
>
> Oh! you are missing *so* much if you only read non-fiction! Maybe
> you should consider spreading your wings a little :-)
>
> (and, you know, sometimes, the readers of vanilla fiction are rewarded
> by coming across spankings in that vanilla work :-)
>
> (http://www.cfpub.com/ has a list of spankings in mainstream novels,
> so you might find using that as a reading list will be - ah -
> *rewarding* :-)
>
I'll check out this link too as I love anything spanking related.
*grins*
O:) Thanx for the references Domino, you're such a sweetie :)
Love and spanks, Fawne