Punishing His Ward (30 page)

The Earl leaned back,
looking down at her breasts as if to admire his handiwork.
 Cynthia looked down too, fascinated by the way her nipples
had turned a darker pink under his ministrations and how
prominently they stood out upon her chest.  Grasping the first
breast he'd suckled on in his hand, the Earl lifted it again, and
this time she noticed that he had something in his other hand.
 It looked like jewelry, silver with a red jewel hanging from
it. 

Watching her face, the Earl closed it
around her nipple.

Cynthia's eyes bulged in
shock.  Her head threw back, banging against the pole, but
that brief flash of pain was nothing compared to the deep, sharp
ache of her nipple being squeezed in an unforgiving grip by the
silver clamp.  It was like nothing she'd ever felt before.
 In the past she'd pinched her nipples rather hard, but this
was more than a mere pinch - and unlike a pinch, the pressure
didn't release when the Earl moved his hand away. It held on,
crushing the poor, tender bud.

She tried to shake it off, her breasts
jiggling, which only ended up increasing the pain as the little
jewel bounced and tugged on the clip.  Because of her
position, she couldn't move much anyway, and she whined behind her
gag as the Earl smiled wickedly, lifting her other breast.
 Cynthia was quite sure that he knew exactly what the clip was
doing to her and he enjoyed seeing her attempts to alleviate the
painful pressure.

The pinching of her other
nipple was both easier and worse.  Worse, because now she knew
exactly what to expect, easier because somehow having the pain
balanced out made it slightly easier to bear.  Her nipples
throbbed in their confinement, seeming to be on a straight line
down to her little clitty which pulsed in sympathy.  It wasn't
like the pain being spanked, but her body had the same reaction -
arousal. 

Pulling away from her, the
Earl spun her around, pressing her against the bedpost so that it
nestled between her breasts. The initial painful pinch of her
nipples was slowly dissipating, and although she could still feel
the awful pressure, it was beginning to feel almost good. Her body
obviously had difficulty discerning the difference between pleasure
and pain.  Because of her position on her toes, she was now
off balance and she found herself pushing her rump out at him.
 Cynthia moaned and wriggled, but her large breasts on either
side of the post - not to mention his hand on her neck - kept her
from being able to turn back around.

SNAP - CRACK

Pain whistled through
Cynthia and she screamed behind her gag.  Whatever he'd hit
her with had left a thick line of unhappy, throbbing flesh behind
across the center of her buttocks.  She would have danced
away, but she had no room to maneuver, and her jiggling was causing
her breasts to bounce, which meant her nipples were being tugged by
the weight of the jewelry again... 

SNAP - CRACK!

She screamed again, this time before
the crack of pain even bit into her flesh.  The snapping sound
was the wind-up, but it let her know what was coming a moment
later.  Tears sprouted immediately traveling down her cheeks
to soak into the cloth gag that she ground her teeth against the
burning lashes.

"You're lucky it's only my belt and not
a birch," the Earl said, chuckling at her reaction.  Cynthia
tried to growl at him, but it came out more like a whimper.
 His belt!  "Don't worry sweetheart, I'll have a birch
made for you tomorrow, just in case you decide to be particularly
naughty again."

This time Cynthia really did whimper.
 She'd never been birched before, but if it was worse than
this, she didn't really want to try it.  The two stripes
across her bottom were already more painful than any spanking he'd
meted out, almost obliterating the throbbing sting in her nipples
which had either faded or was just obscured by the belt
welts. 

SNAP - CRACK!

The belt caught the
underside of her bottom, causing her to jump slightly, which tugged
on her wrists.  Her breasts bounced even more, reigniting the
flames in her nipples and Cynthia twisted and sobbed.  The
Earl's hand on the back of her neck wasn't punitive, but it did
keep her from being able to move around too much - later she would
realize this was in part for her safety - if she had managed to
turn around the belt would be snapping against much more tender
areas! But right now all she could focus on was trying to get away
from the painful lash, not realizing that he was doing her a favor
by holding her in place.

SNAP - CRACK!

SNAP - CRACK!

SNAP - CRACK!

Her ears seemed to fill
with the sound, the rounded cheeks of her backside feeling swollen
and bruised from the punishing leather.  Cynthia found herself
doing a little bouncing dance that she couldn't stop, even though
it made her nipples and their clips bounce and sting as well.
 The gag was becoming soaked through with her tears where it
covered her cheeks and she sucked on the cloth as if it could
provide some sort of comfort.  

Eventually, she couldn't
say after how many strokes, it ceased.  Cynthia slumped
against the bed post, letting it take her weight as she sobbed.
 It felt like her bottom had been set in a fireplace and left
there to roast!  The Earl's deep, crooning voice, murmuring
that she’d been a very good girl, made her feel marginally better
as he turned her around.  He kissed her forehead and her eyes,
ignoring the fact that her lashes were wet with tears.
 

Probably she should hate
him, but Cynthia found his gentle hands on her hips and her sides
comforting, his gentle kisses even more so. The expression on his
face was softer than she’d ever seen before, warmer, and he told
her that he was proud of her for taking her punishment so well.
 This was a side of him she hadn't seen before and it made her
want to snuggle into his arms and just weep for the pain in her
bottom. 

Then the bastard unclipped
the jewelry from her right nipple and Cynthia screamed again.
 It was much worse than when he'd put the jewel on.  The
release of pressure brought with it a rush of tingling sensation
that was like little needles being pricked into the tender bud - a
thousand of them, all at once.  Lowering his head, the Earl
took the tortured nubbin between his lips and sucked.  The
sensation was almost too much for Cynthia and she sobbed again,
caught somewhere between intense pleasure and pain.

When she felt his fingers sliding over
the curls of her mound, down to the lips of her pussy, she moaned.
 She hadn't realized it before, she wouldn't have thought it
possible, but she was so wet that the top of her thighs were
slicked.  The strapping he'd given her might be the most
painful thing she'd ever experienced, but one certain part of her
body had been highly aroused by it.  Cynthia moaned as he
suckled her nipple, soothing the biting flares of pain with his
tongue, and one long finger probed between her pussy
lips.

Looking pleased, he pulled away and
watched her face as he reached for the other nipple. Cynthia
shrieked into her gag, begging him not to with her eyes, as one
long finger slid inside of her body between her legs and his
fingers closed around the jewelry.

This time they could both feel her
pussy clench as he removed the clip and the stabbing needles
returned.  The Earl lowered his mouth to this breast as well,
suckling and soothing the tortured bud.  She was on fire all
over; her bottom, her nipples, and now between her legs where his
finger was exploring her quim in a decidedly pleasurable manner.
 It confused her even more than the spankings had; how could
such brutality inspire such a response?  She was riding his
finger, wanting more, despite the fact that her bottom banged
painfully against the bedpost every time she moved her hips in an
attempt to get it.

When the Earl finally lifted his head
from her other sore nipple, he stood and wrapped his free arm
around her body, pressing her against him.  Her breasts were
squashed against his hard chest, her sensitive nipples abraded by
his body hair, and her netherlips forced even further open on his
hand.  Cynthia moaned and her hips jerked, tears springing to
her eyes as her bottom throbbed painfully against the hard wooden
post behind her.  Blinking, she looked up into the Earl's eyes
and realized that he was watching her quite closely.
 

"You are perfect," he murmured, lightly
brushing his lips over hers, even though he couldn't truly kiss her
because of the gag.

******

The wet vise of Cynthia's cunt was
squeezing his one finger so tightly that it was a wonder his blood
was still flowing.  His cock seemed to throb in time with the
pulse that was pounding through that hand, as if his finger was
only an extension of his manhood.  If only he could replace
one with the other.  

But what he planned to do was going to
be just as pleasurable, if not more, and it should make the
hierarchy of power quite clear to his soon-to-be wife.  If she
hadn't gotten the message already.  Grinning, Wesley reached
up to loosen the gag and she spat it out of her mouth so that it
fell around her neck.  Her lips were swollen, her eyes red
even in the moonlight, cheeks streaked with tears, and yet her
spirit was unbroken.

As she opened her lips to say
something, his mouth came crashing down on hers and he swallowed
her words as he ravished her mouth with his own.  He could
feel her little whimpers, her squirming, as he pressed her back
against the post.  The clenching wetness around his finger
pulsed and she rocked on his hand, all of her weight becoming
supported by her hot quim as he forced his leg between hers and
lifted her onto his thigh.  

She was soaking wet, her juices coating
his hand and now dripping down to his thigh.  The little
noises she was making could be of pleasure or pain, but it was more
likely a mix of both.  

Wesley groaned into her mouth, pushing
harder against her.  She was so soft and helpless, and so
perfectly aroused by the situation.  In his wildest dreams, he
had never thought he'd find a woman that would complement him so
completely.  While he knew she was surprised by her body's
response to any kind of punishment - that had shown clearly in her
face - the fact was that some part of her loved it.  Craved
it.  Needed to feel it in the same way that he needed to dole
it out.

And she still didn't seem
to be able to keep herself from baiting him, which meant that he
should get to discipline her quite often.  Something to look
forward to.

Tearing himself away, he
reached up to undo the sash around her wrists.  She moaned a
little as her arms were lowered, shrugging her shoulders as if the
position had been uncomfortable.  Wesley rubbed his hand up
and down one of her arms, from her elbow to her shoulders, helping
to restore the blood flow to her limbs; her head tipped back and
she smiled up at him, licking her lips in anticipation.  She
wasn't going to get what she was obviously expecting.

Turning her around, Wesley
pressed her down so that her upper body was resting on his bed.
 Putting his foot between hers, he pushed her legs apart.
 She made a faint little sexy noise as her breasts squashed
against the bed and he was sure that her nipples would be feeling
particularly sensitive after the clamps. The sheets on his bed
would rub against them, arousing her even further. And tomorrow she
would feel every twitch of her dress against the tender nubbins.
 The wet folds of her pussy glistened in the moonlight, deep
shadows making the lips look nicely pronounced.  

In this position he could
truly appreciate what his belt had done to her luscious bottom
cheeks; he could see the raised sections from the edges of his
belt, the swollen redness of the rounded mounds, and the darker
spots that would be slightly bruised on the morrow.  When he
ran his fingers over some of the raised welts, Cynthia hissed and
then moaned, her hips wagging up and down.  And her sweet
little cunt became even wetter, begging for his
attention.

Instead of complying with
her obvious desire, he put his hands just below those open lips and
pushed her thighs even further apart, kneeling down and licking
along the outside of her pussy.  Cynthia gasped and then
moaned as his tongue slid up her sweet center.  She tasted of
honey and musk, and it might have been his imagination, but her
virgin cream was the sweetest he'd ever encountered.
 

He teased her with his
tongue, not wanting her to find satisfaction yet... in fact, he
wanted her to be wild before this next part.  While he was
licking and teasing her cleft, he was also pulling out the box of
dilators from the Indian chest. Since she was holding her legs far
apart for his tongue, he could use both of his hands for the next
part of his preparation.  Taking the smallest one, he smeared
it with the oil he'd brought back from India.  His cock surged
as he stood up, placing his hand on the small of her
back.

With both of his feet placed on the
inside of hers, he ensured that she wouldn't be able to close her
legs against him.  He pressed the tip of the narrow black
rubber dilator to the crinkled rosebud of her anus and began to
push in.

******

Cynthia bucked at the
strange sensation of something touching her most intimate area.
She’d been lost in a haze of pleasure as the Earl had used his
mouth on her, eliciting sensations that she’d never felt before.
But now he’d stopped and he was trying to do something else
entirely.  In all the times she'd touched herself, all the
time men had touched her, she'd never imagined and they'd never
eluded to something like this!