Punishing His Ward (10 page)

Finally he pulled her back up and
cuddled her on his lap, letting her weep onto his shoulder as he
used the cravat she'd blindfolded him with to wipe her face clean.
 The press of his hard thighs against her bottom was painful,
but the comfort and warmth of his arms was too much to
resist.

"I'm sorry," she said, weeping more
tears as he gentled her.  "I was just so incensed that you
would think... I didn't want to listen to your apology.  I
just wanted to hurt you."

"And you did, brat, but not because you
called me names.  I hurt because I hurt you."

It was the sweetest thing that he'd
ever said, the most revealing of what might be his true feelings
for her, and it nearly took Eleanor's breath away.
 

"Now then," Edwin
continued, his hand wandering down to the hot red flesh of her poor
bottom as he looked at her tear streaked cheeks.  His cock was
rock hard, pressing against her hip, although she hadn't been
paying attention to it a moment before.  The look in his dark
eyes was intensely aroused and she realized that her punishment had
had its usual effect on him.  Indeed, it was a wonder he'd
stayed his desires in order to comfort her. "It's been far too long
since I've properly spanked you wife and I think I will mount you
from behind so that I might best enjoy my handiwork."

Eleanor's face flamed.  "Oh
Edwin...."

"Oh Eleanor," he murmured
back, stealing a kiss from her swollen lips as he caressed her
breast with one hand, squeezing her bottom, and enjoying her small
cry and wince, with the other.  While he could not explain his
obsession with a well punished bottom, the fact was, a woman's
erotic pain incited the most incredible lust in him without fail.
 Even when he would have killed any other man that caused her
the slightest hurt in any way. 

When he placed her on the
bed, the rounded cheeks of her bottom high in the air, Eleanor
didn't protest.  The cool air felt good against her hot cheeks
and thighs, and especially across the swollen, wet flesh of her
pussy.  Fingers trailed over her sensitized skin and she
shivered, knowing that Edwin was looking his fill at the
aftereffects of her punishment.  What she didn't understand
was why it excited her so, both the discipline and his
scrutiny.

With his wife bent over so
submissively, so easily, Edwin couldn't help but reflect upon how
far they'd come since the first days of their marriage.  Back
then she would still be fighting him at this juncture, and he
doubted she would have accepted the cuddling, although he rather
enjoyed it.  Still, he appreciated her submissive posture even
more. 

Nell would always have a
fiery spirit, but he wanted that.  Perhaps, in some ways,
she'd felt the need for a harsher spanking tonight.
 

Sliding his fingers up her sides, he
fitted his body over hers, groaning with pleasure as her hot arse
and thighs pressed against the front of his body, his cock nestling
easily between those rounded cheeks as he squeezed her breasts.
 Beneath him, Eleanor gasped and bucked slightly as he pinched
her nipples, whimpering with the need that he had built inside of
her.  His cock slid between her hot cheeks as her hips moved,
making her squirm even more as her sensitive skin rasped against
the rough hair of his body.

Pressing her face firmly into the
sheets, Eleanor moaned, long and loud, as her fingers dug into the
mattress beneath her.  Curled over her knees as she was, with
Edwin's weight on top of her, she couldn't move an inch even though
she wanted to try and flatten herself on the bed.  Edwin's
fingers plucked and twisted her nipples as the pleasure and pain
mingled in her center; his body felt like sandpaper against the
flaming skin of her bottom and yet it did nothing to dwindle the
flames that were heating her insides.  With each tug of her
nipples, she felt her need grow stronger, higher, and she bit her
lip to keep from begging.

It didn't shame her when Edwin gave her
a pleasurable spanking, but she could not understand her body's
reaction to being disciplined by her husband.  At the very
least, she didn't want him to know exactly how aroused being
punished by him made her - it's not as if the man needed any
encouragement. 

When she thought she might actually
start begging if he didn't fill her emptiness soon, Edwin finally
shifted, drawing his hips and body back.  She sighed with
relief and then pleasure as the cool air trickled back across her
poor bottom and then the hard tip of Edwin's cock nudged against
the entrance to her pussy.  When he pushed into her, hard and
fast, stretching her so quickly over his thick cock, she cried out.
 His body slapped against hers, stinging her red cheeks and
thighs and she gasped and wriggled, her walls tightening
instinctively around him as the pleasure and pain zinged through
her. 

"Damnation Nell... you're so tight and
hot... hot all over," Edwin said, groaning appreciatively as he
pulled back his hands and body, allowing him to lift her lower body
further upwards.  The sight of his cream coated cock slamming
into her hot red quim, surrounded by the jiggling red flesh of her
ass and thighs, was the stuff dreams were made of.  Every inch
of her had been spanked and he could hear Nell's panted breathing
as she squirmed and adjusted to the hard fucking from behind, her
pussy tightening with pleasure despite the sting.

With her legs pressed together, she was
even tighter than usual, gripping his cock with her vaginal walls
so that the friction was almost painful even for him.  He
could feel the heat emanating off her backside even when he pulled
away before thrusting forward again.  Fingers digging into her
hips, he smoothly pulled her back onto his cock every time he
thrust forward, increasing the force of his movements.

From the soft, muffled moans and the
way her pussy convulsed around him, he knew she was enjoying it
more than she'd ever admit.

But there was one more topic that he
wanted to address while he was deep inside of her, claiming her,
taking her in the way that only he had a right to.
 

"Nell..." he said, between
thrusts as he grit his teeth to keep from spewing too soon, like an
immature youth - but that was how much she aroused him, so it was
difficult.  "If you ever again threaten betray me with another
man... I will do things to you that you can’t even
imagine."

And as he said that, he popped his
thumb in his mouth for just a moment and then lay his hand on her
red bottom, the heat searing his palm as he placed his wetted digit
against the crinkled hole of her anus and pressed.  Although
he'd never intended to use the dilators that Wesley had provided
him with in their wedding gift, if using Eleanor in such a base and
dark way was what would get her attention, then he wouldn't
hesitate.  And Edwin knew from his school days and the canings
he'd received just how humiliating and painful certain items
inserted into that orifice could be.  

His cock hardened even
further at Nell's outraged cry as his thumb burrowed deep into that
forbidden hole; it was hot and tight and dry, clasping him to
tightly that he thought it might cut off the blood flow to his
thumb.  Before he could remove it, Eleanor screamed her
ecstasy and, as the velvet grip of her pussy rippled around him, he
realized that the introduction of his thumb into her virgin anus
had caused her to climax.  Or had she climaxed despite
it?

Either way, the sound of her
culmination during such a lewd act, as he fucked her soundly from
behind, was Edwin's undoing.  Crying out her name, he thrust
hard into her grasping cunt, allowing her body to milk him of every
last spurt of his seed. 

******

Later, Eleanor woke in the middle of
the night with a pressing need to use the chamber pot.  She'd
fallen asleep almost immediately after Edwin had laid down beside
her, pulling her into his arms and sleepily kissing her.  When
she returned to the bed, she whimpered as she rolled onto her
stomach.  Almost immediately, Edwin reached out and pulled her
into his body, nestling her sore bottom against his groin in his
sleep. 

She wriggled for a moment and then
settled, trapped by his arms even if she had wanted to get away.
 But she didn't.  

Thinking over his reactions tonight,
she felt more sure than ever that he must have feelings for her
beyond mere affection.  That she meant more to him than just
being an extension of Hugh, more than a playmate that he thought he
could rub along well enough with in marriage.  And hadn't Lady
Montgomery said that Edwin had been waiting for her to grow up?
 Perhaps she could trust her ladyship's perceptions, if she
couldn't trust her own.

Maybe she could be content with this.
 Maybe she didn't need a verbal declaration.  

Shoving aside the little
pit of doubt in her stomach, the whispering worry that his
attentions wouldn’t last forever, Eleanor clutched his arms closer
to her body and fell back asleep.

Steadily working through
his correspondence, Wesley spent Thursday morning shut up in the
study of his mother's house.  The sounds of servants, his
mother, and his ward were pushed away and put out of mind while he
attended to his responsibilities.  When Cynthia poked in her
head to request permission to visit the nearby shops, he grunted an
affirmative, not paying much attention and just wanting her away so
that he could concentrate.  The steward for his estates needed
his time, his partner in shipping needed his time, as did his
allies in Parliament who were writing to him about the latest
bills. 

So when he finally reached the short
note that had arrived from Edwin that morning, warning him about
the rogues that had been importuning Cynthia for intimacies that,
while they wouldn't get her with child, would absolutely ruin her
for any kind of respectful marriage - and that the impertinent chit
had been brazen enough to suggest Eleanor pleasure Edwin with her
mouth, Wesley was in no mood for it.  He would have gone
roaring through the house looking for his ward, and had been
standing to do just that, when he remembered that she'd gone off to
the shops.  Sitting back down, he thought darkly about what he
was going to do to her bottom when she and his mother
returned.

How could his mother be so lax in her
chaperonage?  Or perhaps the problem wasn't that his mother
was lax, perhaps it was just that she couldn't anticipate Cynthia.
 After all, she'd never had to watch over a young lady before,
particularly as difficult a one as Cynthia was turning out to
be. 

On one hand, Wesley
couldn't entirely blame the men of Bath.  With the Season
going on in London, Cynthia must be the most enticing young miss in
the entire area.  And she didn't at all dress or behave like a
proper young lady.  She was temptation incarnate, with those
firm curves and that pouting mouth.  Hell, what he wouldn't do
to have her use his mouth on
him.

Wesley groaned as he
realized that thoughts of his ward had given him yet another
impressive cockstand; an occurrence that happened far too often for
his peace of mind.  He absolutely needed to find a willing
woman, perhaps tonight at the Assembly after he looked over the
field of possible husbands for Cynthia.  Strangely, he didn't
particularly enjoy the idea of another man sampling her charms
first... but it's not as if he was going to marry her, so if he
wanted her then he would have to wait.  While she certainly
was a funny little thing and he enjoyed her intelligence and
personality as much as her sensuality and attractive exterior, when
he did finally marry it was going to be to a woman who enjoyed the
same proclivities as he did.  

Although... perhaps she
did? The thought inserted itself into his mind as if it had been
hovering there all along, just waiting for the right time to make
an appearance.  She certainly hadn't reacted to the spanking
the way he'd expected.  Just a bare hour later she'd behaved
as if nothing had happened.  Not at all what he'd anticipated.
 

A short rap on the door
broke through his thoughts and he sat back up straight in his
chair, scowling down at the bulge in his trousers before he looked
back up.

"Come in."

"Actually, I was hoping you would come
out," his mother said as she opened the door wide.  "You've
been shut up in here all morning."

"Ah.  If I had realized you were
back I would have come out already.  Where's Cynthia?  I
need to speak with her."

His mother blinked at him.  "She's
at the shops, she said you gave her permission to go."

Now it was Wesley's turn to stare back
at his mother, completely flummoxed.  "I thought she meant to
go with you."

"I wasn't feeling up to a
trip out."

"Then who did she go with?"  He
could feel his temper rising and reminded himself that he shouldn't
become angry with his mother; somehow he was quite sure that she
didn't have half the idea of what Cynthia got up to.  If she
did, she would have probably had vapors on a daily
basis. 

"Her maid, of course."

Which would cover the
bounds of propriety, but Wesley was absolutely certain that Cynthia
would easily run right over any maid.  His temper
snapped.

"Dammit Mother, she's not allowed to
leave the house unless accompanied by you or me or... or... Lord or
Lady Hyde.  Otherwise, the damned chit's confined!"