5 comments/  53302 views/  44 favorites

Of Lords and Ladies Ch. 01

By: peachesmelba



The first time she ever saw him was on their wedding day. Her father had come into her room, her tearful mother behind him pleading with him about something...nothing new in their household. But having him grab her arm and haul her bodily from the warmth of her bed WAS new.

"Make her presentable," her father had snarled before stomping back out of her room, the upstairs maid scurrying into the chamber an instant before the door had slammed. Her mother and little Fannie had worked over her, winding her long auburn locks in damp rags - heating the curling irons in the coals of the fire until the bedroom stank of singed hair...but the long tubular curls, gathered just above and behind her right ear hung flawless and hollow down over her alabaster shoulder. A small amount of rose oil smoothed between Fannie's palms and eased over the crown of her head made her smell more like a rose garden and less like a scalded cat. 

She was bade to wash and did so - hurriedly - the water in the basin was no better than tepid and it was a chilly morning. Her mother, meanwhile, had her head buried in Allys' wardrobe, tsking over the number and condition of her gowns. Finally finding 'something suitable' in the nature of Allys' debutante gown from two years before a cream satin and lace creation - the only drawback of which was that Allyson had grown since wearing it to her debutante ball. 

Her corset was cinched to the point she actually felt light-headed and faint before the gown could be draped over petticoats. Her bosom swelled dangerously over the top of the neckline - her breasts compressed and forced upward and outward by the unforgiving whalebone stays in her corset, and the stiff satin material. A swathe of white tulle was tucked around her shoulders, pinned together with a white silk rose between her breasts. Looking in the mirror Allys was convinced it only served to draw attention to her plump, unladylike breasts. Her mother pinched her cheeks several times to bring out the 'bloom' in them and suggested she bite her lips to cause them to swell and pink up slightly.

Heading out of her room and down the long winding stairway to the main floor of the old manor house she had sufficient time to wonder what was happening. It wouldn't be the first time she'd been dressed up and trotted out to meet some widowed friend of her father, or fat but wealthy, single cousin. What happened subsequently WOULD however be a first for her...and a last.

Rounding the last bend in the stairway behind her mother she looked down on her father standing there with a well dressed gentleman she didn't know. At first glance he looked to be considerably younger than her father but on closer inspection they seemed somewhat of an age, although the stranger was certainly better kept and in much better form than her father's rotund shape. She flushed slightly, but whether in shame at such close inspection of a strange man's physical form...or in guilt at the inadvertent mental betrayal of her father, she was not sure. Either way, when he looked up a moment later, he saw her descending demurely, eyes downcast, the apparent bloom of health on her cheeks and a glorious cascade of hair that caught the flames of the candelabra and reflected back fire of their own.

The only things he knew about her for certain were her age, just turned 18 - and that she was as virgin as the day she'd been born, or so her father assured him. Well, that and the fact that she belonged to him now by virtue of her father's gambling losses. If her father turned out to have lied about her chastity he could always come back with a bullwhip and even the score. It wasn't that he was particularly anxious to take a wife, but his solicitor had made so bold in recent weeks as to pointedly refer to his age, and the fact that if he died without heirs as well as intestate one of two outcomes was likely. His title and property would revert to the crown......or would descend to a loathsome worm of a cousin....neither outcome being particularly desirable as far as he was concerned. Her father's gambling losses turned out to be somewhat fortuitous as regards his hopes of begetting a legal heir before his time ran out. 

The girl was not unattractive which should prove helpful to his 'efforts', although if she'd been horse-faced he supposed he could have pulled the covers over her head and done his business at the other end. Her appearance and supposed chastity, however, gave him some ideas of his own.....things more in keeping with his own... Her father clumped over to the stairs, grabbing the girl by the upper arm and jerking her so hard she stumbled and nearly fell. He wasn't aware of moving but rather suddenly he found his arms around the maiden, while he leaned over her rotund little father -

"I'll thank you to unhand my bride."

The other man swelled up, much like the toad he resembled, preparing to bluster.

"If there is so much as one bruise on her skin, our 'arrangement' might be considered null and void. Is debtors prison so appealing?"

The red-faced little toad settled into sullen silence, but his eyes were rebellious and Ronald had a sudden fear for the safety of his bride. Her mother's welfare was probably also at risk but not within his purview. The girl, a tiny thing who didn't come up even as far as his shoulder seemed to be all eyes and bosom. She was staring at him wide-eyed, not so much with fear he noted but with a startled, curious gaze, her breasts heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. He thought he might be able to span her waist with his hands....and have hand left over. Keeping his hand firmly at the small of her back he steered her toward the door where his barouche waited.

"We will use this time to become acquainted and meet you at the chapel." He stated flatly, daring the smaller man to argue the point. 

He was quite pleased to see the young lady in question neither argued, nor looked at either of her parents for permission. Her wide gray eyes, still fixed firmly on his face, she allowed him to direct her out the door, down the stairs and into the barouche. He was further pleased that, when he handed her into the carriage she did not immediately slide over to the far side, but sat midway on the seat, leaving him the option of sitting next her, or across. For the moment he chose to sit across from her so that he could watch her face and judge her reactions.

"What's your name girl?"

"Allyson, m'Lord. Allys if you prefer."

"Have they told you what's happening?"

Surprisingly she answered with a question of her own.

"Has he lost a great deal, Sir?"

Snorting, "Down to his last brass farthing!"

"Well then," she colored slightly, "You seem like a kind man."

Crossing over to sit next to her he covered her hands with one of his, discovering in the process how tightly knit and cold they were. 

"Allyson, I am many things - I can be generous in victory, stern in judgement, unyielding in opposition - but I guarantee you, I am NOT kind!"

She made so bold as to look at him directly before lowering her eyes and blushing again. "And yet, you accepted me in recompense, sight unseen - and even kept him from hurting me just then."

He cleared his throat uncomfortably, wondering just how much of the truth he could share with her, finally deciding on most of it. 

"Well girl, if you'd been totally unsuitable I'd still have walked out. Your father swore to your maidenhead and if he lied," watching with interest as she colored violently, "If he lied, I'll have his hide! As for protecting you....I guard my possessions."

Leaning closer to her he asked her directly, "Did he lie? Are you virgin?"

Startled gray eyes looked up into his as she blushed again, "Yes, m'Lord, I am."

Patting her hands he smiled, not at all a reassuring sight she found. 

"Good, then you've nothing to worry about."

She heard the horses hooves clatter when they reached the cobbled stones of the village and the barouche swung wide as it entered the sweeping lane to the small stone presbytery. At that point everything began to assume a dreamlike quality - slightly out of focus and fuzzy around the edges. He....the man she was about to marry....whose name she didn't even know....he climbed down from the carriage, reaching up to lift her down as though she were weightless. Not looking right or left or waiting for her parents to arrive he tucked her hand into the crook of his arm and proceeded up the small flight of stone steps and into the old church. Parson Adams was waiting for them inside, his rheumy old eyes peering at her anxiously to ascertain her welfare and willingness to proceed. She smiled at him, although her lips trembled slightly and felt 'his' hand settle at the small of her back again, radiating heat. 

The soft patter of footsteps and boot heels announced the arrival of her parents and 'he' nodded his head, "You may proceed now Parson."

She'd heard the vows spoken before of course, even thought about what it might be like to say them herself someday. Nothing had prepared her for this, however. Saying the vows with a total stranger seemed somehow a travesty...a mockery of all the ceremony stood for. She heard his name with a curious dispassion - Ronald, Lord Allensby. She would, it seemed, be a Lady in a few moments' time. Numbly her mouth opened and repeated the words that the old preacher spoke - the promises of love, faithfulness and obedience. She looked up then, when she said the word obey and his hand tightened on hers. She found he was looking at her quite strangely - almost triumphantly. Then there was a cold band on her finger and her mother's cheek pressed to hers - a swift whisper she didn't understand - 'something' she was going to have to 'endure' now and then they were back outside in the sunshine and he was handing her back up into the barouche.

Telling the coachman quietly, "The townhouse James," he clambered in beside her. He supposed that her belongings would be sent on from her home but accepted the possibility that she came to him in what she wore with nothing else. No matter. Things could be obtained. It was her...her spirit that he needed to ascertain now - her mind seemed quick, she'd shown remarkable courage in facing all of the day's events head up and dry eyed, she was a pretty little thing and her body seemed....'healthy' he thought with a quick lift of his lips as he viewed the expanse of cleavage. And she had accepted his directions thus far without question - he wondered how far he might be able to push her. Leaning back in the corner of the enclosed carriage, he spoke -

"I think it's time to see what I've bought....Lift your skirts Allys."

The startled gray eyes lifted to his again, "M...m'Lord?"

"I want to look at you girl. Lift your skirts. You don't want to disobey me so soon - that would displease me. Do you know what happens to wives who displease their husbands?"

Chewing her bottom lip she nodded solemnly. He supposed she did at that, considering her father's quickness to angry violence and his propensity for taking it out on those weaker than himself.

"Come now Allyson, don't be shy. There's no one here to see but me and I am your husband now....Lift your skirts."

Blushing furiously and leaning back against the seat in order to raise her hips she began to gather the cream colored satin - raising it slowly. Dainty ankles and slender calves, he noted. Her skin was quite creamy and fair, flawless as far as he could tell and as the hem of the gown reached her thighs he felt a distinct stirring in his groin. The first sight of a fresh cunny was always stimulating and hers was no exception. A soft feathering of copper curls bloomed against the alabaster white of her thighs and belly, the rose of her blush progressing downward now and disappearing beneath her ribbon garters.

"You're quite lovely Allyson," he waved away her murmured thanks, "And did your mother prepare you for what happens between a husband and his wife?"

"No m'Lord," she blushed furiously again, "She only said there was something I must endure," she admitted, supposing being naked in front of a stranger was what her mother had been talking about.

"Indeed?" He snorted with barely suppressed laughter. "Well, for every woman that thinks so there's another who feels that what happens in the marriage bed is the best part of marriage.....of life itself."

Standing upright in the swaying carriage he lifted the seat opposite and pulled out a tightly folded, heavy wool blanket, crossing to put it in the corner of the seat behind the girl. He noted with some amusement that, while she hadn't dared to drop her skirts again, her hands were now crossed in her lap, strategically covering that most lovely, and virgin cunt. Still standing in front of her, keeping his feet with no apparent effort, he urged the girl -

"Lie back now Allys, relax......and spread your legs for me." When she began to sputter a protest his voice grew colder and more commanding, "Allyson, did you not just promise to obey me in all things. I am going to sit down and I want one of your legs across my lap...the other behind my back. Do you understand me? I will not tolerate disobedience, but I would have you learn the pleasures that can be experienced together."

Blushing scarlet the girl laid one leg along the back of the seat, pulling the other up close to allow him to sit. He noticed that as she did it opened her to his examination and dropping down on the seat he turned toward her, using his own leg to brace her into that position. He reached out to stroke the swollen folds of flesh, fascinated as always as they flushed an even deeper rose color, swelling further and beginning to part - allowing him to glimpse the sweet depths of her moist channel. Allys meanwhile, had thrown a hand over her face in humiliation the moment he touched her.

"Tell me Allys - when you are alone, at night, and restless and unable to sleep....in the spring....or the summer....when your blood stirs....do you enjoy touching yourself?"

"M'Lord!" She protested loudly.

"I asked you a question wife. I expect an answer."

Stroking her again, seeing how her ruffled petals folded back, exposing her moist pink core. Seeing the large, protruding pearl on the rim - one of the largest he'd seen - a clear indication, he felt, that she could, with proper training and education, be a most sensual and responsive woman. While he was watching a large bead of clear nectar formed on the lower rim of her sex, rolling down and disappearing in the shadowed cleft of her buttocks. So much for her pretense of shame and disgust. She just might feel ashamed and disgusted....but it aroused her to feel that way. Licking his thumb he feathered it over her clit watching as her hips seemed to spasm.

"Would you like to show me how you touch yourself?"

"Please.....no m'Lord!"

"Well, another time then perhaps, but let me see if I can't perhaps figure it out...."

"M'Lord?" She squeaked before shutting her mouth with an abrupt snap when his thumb ghosted over the surface of her clit again.

Lifting his hand to his mouth he licked his thumb, wetting it thoroughly before sliding it over her again, splaying the other fingers of his hand over her mound, watching with fascination when her hips seemed to lift of their own accord even though her thighs tried to close against his hand's intrusion. She had spirit alright and untutored desire. It was going to be a pleasure training her, he thought, several sorts of pleasure in fact, watching another drop of her juice roll down the cleft of her buttocks.

"It feels good doesn't it Allys.....when I touch you here......like this?" Sliding his wet thumb over the peak of her clit again before turning his hand and angling his index finger just between her lower lips - wiggling it at the entrance to her sex - pleased to see how much nectar she was producing.

She flushed an even darker rose, stammering.

"B-b-but m'Lord.....it's a sin!" she finally managed to squeak out.

"I have a name Allys......Ronald......and when we two are together......alone......like this.....I would prefer you to use it." He spoke absently as he continued to toy with her and tease her, hearing an occasional soft whimper through tightly bitten lips.

"Y-y-yes m'Lo......yes, Ronald....."

She gasped - almost, it seemed, against her own will. Such obedience deserved a reward he thought, smiling to himself, knowing that if truth be told it was less her reward than HIS pleasure he was after. Adjusting himself where his trousers had begun to pinch he slid to the floor of the carriage - bending forward to replace his thumb with his eager tongue - forcing her legs open again when she would have clamped them tightly shut against him.

"RONALD......this is WRONG.....it MUST be a sin!"

"Why," he asked, lifting his head briefly, his warm breath raising gooseflesh on her thighs and belly, "because it feels so good? And what do you think of those portions of the Good Book that refer to a husband 'knowing' his wife."

"I-I-I have not been allowed to read them yet Sir. They were not deemed suitable for a maiden."

"Well, kitten, in future you shall read them.....you shall read whatever you desire....and you shall read that which I present to you to read for your edification. We shall have lessons.....and tests. But this...." Bending his head back to her - taking a long loving swipe of the tongue at her intimate tissues. "This is the first.....now relax my pet and let me show you what pleasure we can find together..."

She gasped again when his mouth descended against her rosy flesh - his tongue already busily stroking and seeking the source of her honey - wanting more. Not knowing if she'd ever allowed herself to give herself an orgasm before but positive no man....no one to be more precise....had ever had their lips and tongue where his were now. He did not believe she had enough life experience and exposure that would have enabled her to be THAT good an actress if they had. And he wanted....no, he demanded to taste her sweet cunny with her first cum. She was so sweetly wet already - her hips, all untaught though they were, lifting and rolling below him - sliding one lean finger into her cunny he immediately found the taut barrier of her hymen, pleased that she had not lied to him about that. At the intrusion her hips still briefly and he paused to ask -

"Does that hurt you Allys?"

"No m'Lo.....No Ronald.....it feels.....interesting....."

Smiling against her sex he asked, "Interesting? How so kitten?"

Her hand had come down from her face he noted although her eyes were still tightly shut and her face was turned away.

"Look at me kitten, I asked you a question."

Her eyes, enormous in the dim light of the barouche, gazed down at him - his eyes rising above the level of her lower curls - his mouth burrowing against her again as he watched her seeing a number of emotions cross her face - guilt, desire, arousal, shame and fascination. He rolled his finger inside her using it to gently stretch her passage wider while his tongue flicked over the swollen pearl he held between his lips, suckling it gently, much as he would her virginal nipples later. Clearing his throat brought her back to awareness of his question.

"It.....ummmm....it feels as though it belongs there in some way Ronald. It.....it's very difficult to describe. I....I've never felt any... ...anything quite like it b-before."

He hoped that as she grew more comfortable around him she would stop stammering. If not, perhaps a week or so at the country estate in the nude might cure her....pondering the pleasures of THAT possibility he found himself hoping instead that she continued to stammer. She would be appalled enough at the thought of being seen by all the servants in that state but if she were required to 'entertain' a select group of companions who shared his proclivities..... Having to close his own eyes and swallow hard for a moment, bringing his attention back to the present for fear of doing something he had not done since he was a callow youth of 18 and faced with his first wet cunt. Focusing on her instead helped him to quell his sudden desire to cream in his trousers.


Of Lords and Ladies Ch. 01



"I will show you something else shortly that will feel equally as indescribable." 

Even as he spoke the carriage slowed and she gasped, gathering her skirts and trying to push them down over his head. Reaching up he grabbed her wrist, easily forestalling her efforts.

"James is well-trained kitten. He will not open the door until I signal him and he is prepared to wait all day if necessary. We will continue..."

Having stretched her sufficiently to make ingress and egress possible he began sliding his finger in and out between her swollen labia, bending his head to suckle at her again, tickling her with his tongue as he did so. He felt her moisture increase around his finger and along the palm of his hand - wondering if it was reflective of her awareness that the Coachman was certainly listening to all that passed between them now. If so it was certainly an interesting development. Not only was the flow of her nectar continuing to increase but her hips had taken up that sweet rolling motion again that boded well for later events. He continued to watch her face avidly and knew she was close when she began to utter little whimpering gasps, periodically sinking small pearly teeth into her bottom lip. He was prepared, therefore, when her eyes started open wide, staring at nothing, and her hips and thighs gave several bucking spasms. Sinking his tongue into her allowed him to quaff her creamy honey as it flowed from her. She was clean, fresh, responsive and HIS - the feeling was indescribable and he had to exert rigid self control to avoid biting and gnawing at her lower lips. It was not time yet for that...soon however....he had a feeling it would be very soon.

"Oh...oh....oh Ronald.....oh......"

She had gone pale and then rosy - a flush of color that stained her cheeks, neck and the high crests of her bosom - and she was panting quite breathlessly, looking at him as though he had just passed her the key to the vault holding the crown jewels. Well, all things considered, perhaps he had. Taking the finger, still damp with her dew, he traced the bow outline of her lower lip watching avidly as her tongue tip hesitantly appeared......then lingered. Tasting herself for the first time - the taste of a woman on her lips not displeasing to her he noted. Making a special point of letting her see him lick the finger clean he did retrieve his handkerchief and pat down his cheeks to dry them, rather enjoying the lingering aroma of fresh pussy juice that wafted to his nostrils now and then.

When the girl's breathing had slowed somewhat he helped her to sit up - then to stand on shaking legs between his long thighs as he helped pull her gown back over her hips and down to the trim ankles in the neat boots. 

"Ready now?"

She was still flushed rather rosy but was no longer panting quite so breathlessly and she nodded, her eyes not quite meeting his. Pulling the string to lower the shade across the window led to the Coachman, James, promptly opening the door and lowering the step - preparing to hand out her Ladyship. Ronald nodded curtly as he exited the carriage as well -

"You can put the team to bed for the night James, Lady Allys and I won't be going out anywhere else. Oh, and send a wagon and a couple of drovers round to her father's tomorrow to pick up the balance of her things."

James nodded his head in acquiescence and Ronald put the matter from his mind, knowing it would be taken care of. Entering the townhouse he noticed Allyson's eyes, round with wonder at the opulent furnishings. Pulling his Majordomo aside briefly he gave instructions for the evening meal, for hiring Lady Allys the necessary personal servants - or promoting them from within the staff if possible - and for arranging a competent and discrete dressmaker to be in attendance later tomorrow along with samples of her ready made work. Then, tucking his wife's hand firmly into the crook of his elbow he moved to the stairway....



Of Lords and Ladies Ch. 02



On arrival in his personal chambers he found himself looking around with a slightly jaundiced eye - realizing that despite his preferences, some changes would have to be made to accommodate a wife's particular needs. It would not be a problem at the Manor - he'd been inhabiting his father's chambers for some years and she could move into his mother's rooms which adjoined without much need for update, making a mental note to have his Majordomo see to having the rooms made habitable at once. He would probably plan to return to the country estate once the Holiday Season was over. Meanwhile however there were balls to attend, holiday fetes and salons to arrange and she must be presented at court. But the next few days were his alone and he could begin her training - gentling and breaking her like he would a new filly. Then, if she was less biddable and trainable than he first thought, they would go directly to the country. People might talk but they would talk about a lovestruck, newly wed husband and his bride fleeing the rigors of a holiday at court to be alone together. If she was swelling with his seed the next time they appeared so much the better.

Shrugging off his suit coat and loosening his ascot he looked at the lovely young girl standing in the middle of his room trying very hard not to look at the bed. Should he call his man or just....no, he thought. He knew he was perfectly capable of undressing himself, even if dressing himself sometimes required some assistance with tying his four-in-hand or settling his frock coat impeccably on his shoulders. He also knew that if he undressed himself, his butler would 'magically' claim all of his clothing for laundering or any other necessary attention before morning dawned. He WAS expecting their dinner to be delivered but none of his staff would bat an eye regardless of what was occurring in his chambers at the time - they'd been specifically chosen for loyalty and discretion and were well paid to maintain both states. Even as he thought such thoughts he had strolled in front of the fireplace, enjoying the wealth that allowed for a wood fire instead of the more typical coal fire.

Using the jack he pried his calf length boots off, finally sitting down on the settee in order to finish pulling them off, tossing them casually into a corner when he noticed that his new bride still had not moved except to clench her hands tightly together at her waist.

"Allys, come here." 

He immediately heard the soft, silken rustle of her skirt and petticoat as she moved to stand beside him. Taking her by the hips he moved her to stand directly in front of him between his legs. Leaning back against the cushion behind him he stared at the petite red-head for a moment.

"Allys, you enjoyed what happened in the coach earlier."

It was a statement and not a question and did not appear to require an answer from her. Still, she flushed - lowering her eyes and nodding her head. 

"Look at me!" He snapped. 

Startled her wide eyes flashed to his face.

"Better..." He moved his thighs so that the only things separating their flesh was their clothing. He could feel her trembling and knew that she could feel the heat of him. 

"And you want me to do it again......and more besides." He continued as though there had been no interruption.

"M-m-more, Ronald?"

"Oh yes, m'love......considerably more. First things first however. I have some rules for you. Rules to govern my wife's behavior. Men do this so that their wives behave in a manner that pleases them. I know your father has rules for your mother doesn't he?" Waiting until she nodded her head to continue, "Therefore, rule number one is always to do as you're told without argument or backtalk. Do you understand?" Again she nodded, her eyes never leaving his face now. "Rule number two is that within these chambers you are NEVER to wear clothing again unless we are dressing to go elsewhere. Is THAT understood?" 

She nodded and he stretched out his legs, drumming his fingers impatiently on one thigh, "Well then my dear?"

Her eyes flashed around the chamber but whether looking for escape or assistance he knew not and cared less. "You're trying my patience my love."

If he'd read her correctly, then the mere act of obedience to his 'demands' and rules would relieve her of much of the sense of guilt and sin instilled in her by her parents, although he suspected that she possessed enough fire and spirit to make an occasional 'discipline' session necessary. He felt his cock harden at the thought and shifted uncomfortably where he sat. As he did her hands tried to lift to her back and he realized her difficulty. The cut of her gown prevented her from raising her arms far enough to unfasten her gown.

"Turn around, Allys." 

She did so, promptly, although hobbled somewhat by her skirts and the proximity of his legs and he immediately began to undress her, unfastening her bodice and untying the various layers of skirt, bustle, petticoat until she was standing between his legs shivering in corset, stockings, boots and ribbon garters.

"Is the fire not warm enough pet? Would you like me to make it hotter?"

"It's.......n-no......I....." she stammered.

Pulling her down onto his lap required less of a struggle than he had expected - although stiff she did not actively resist him and he ran his fingertips lightly over the top of her bosom, delighted when she immediately began to breathe harder. The over-tight corset did nothing to hide her charms - instead emphasizing the swell of her bosom and ass and he admired the tender pink nipples that peeked above the demi-cups, his fingers grazing them causing them to swell and pucker. She WAS most definitely a responsive chit. 

"Are you afraid of me then?"

"Oh NO Ronald....it's not that.....I.....just....."

"Just what kitten?" He thought to himself perhaps she was wrong NOT to be afraid of me. By far the wiser course might be for her to run as far and fast as she could....but no, then he would have to chase her and punish her and..... He had to stop that line of thinking entirely - the thought of her stretched out over his lap - his hand prints red on the cheeks of her buttocks......tied to the bed with crop marks.....or perhaps held down across his desk by his Majordomo as he prepared to cane her. Ye gods, if he couldn't marshal his thoughts better than this he would take the girl here and now - ready or not and that would ruin the long range plans he'd begun making the minute he saw her walking so demurely behind her mother.

"Is it just," he asked, his lips coming down to cover her own, lightly teasing and plucking at hers to start, "that I make you feel things?" His lips grew more demanding when she inadvertently parted hers below him to sigh, his tongue plundered her mouth, tasting of brandy and tobacco, and of her own earlier pleasure. "Things you've never felt before......but you like?" As she began to gasp for air his mouth left hers, following the delicate line of her jaw and down her neck - closer and closer to the small strawberry tips that beckoned him. "And you're afraid of how you feel?"

His mouth closed over one rosy nipple and she sighed on a long exhaling note of pleasure. Her head fell back against his arm and her legs slid gently apart as she surrendered to him. He suckled her, gently at first, his tongue lightly teasing and tweaking the turgid peak between his lips. His fingers made a downward journey to the site of her earlier pleasure. She was already wet and open to him - radiating a nearly alarming amount of heat. Sliding a finger into her depths he found her still delightfully snug, although her hymen was no longer quite so intrusive. He continued to work at the thin membrane thinking that if he could get THAT part out of the way before they settled down to more serious business it might prove 'helpful'. Regardless, she must needs begin to learn - not only the joys of receiving pleasure.....but the joys of giving pleasure......and how myriad the ways of both the giving and receiving.

First things first, however, he reminded himself. Regretfully withdrawing his lips from her succulent nipple and his fingers from her juicy folds he reminded himself again that there was a plan to be adhered to, a training program to institute - and all the time in the world to return to such pleasurable pursuits. Lifting her bodily from his lap and standing her between his legs he turned her around, facing the fire and the soft swell of her buttocks facing him. Briefly unable to resist the urge he reached down and forward between her legs, allowing his fingers to trail backwards, up the cleft of her ass, pressing over the tight spiral of her rosebud. Curiously she did not greet his actions with the same resistance she had shown earlier but he swore he heard a soft sigh of pleasure issuing from her lips. It might, all things considered, be the wind, rising outside the window....still....certainly something to remember later. For now though he untied the bow holding the laces of her corset in place and began to loosen her stays. 

When her corset was loose enough he pushed it to the floor and helped her step out of it, settling her back in the corner of the settee, pulling her foot up onto his lap and unlacing the low boot before sliding it off her foot. He noticed but did not comment on the worn spots in the leather and the darned spots in the heels and toes of her stockings. Standing up he began to loosen his starched collar, removing his ascot and setting studs and stick pins on the mantel. Tossing more logs on the fire he stood in front of the blaze, lowering his braces and removing his clothes, tossing them into the wingback chair. Leaning against the mantel for a moment he let the fire bathe him in its rosy glow for a moment until a noise from behind him made him look over his shoulder.

She was staring raptly at his backside in all its naked glory, the fire glowing between his legs and illuminating, he supposed, both his bag and his currently flaccid prick - the way they currently hung so low in the reflected heat of the fire. Not for long, however, he felt certain. Striding to the wingback chair he evicted his clothing without notice - tossing it summarily on the floor, turning the chair so that the heat and light from the fire would continue to bathe the seat. 

Holding out his hand for the blushing virgin on the settee who was trying to pretend she was NOT staring avidly at his form he rumbled, "Come kitten, it is time for another lesson."

She did not refuse....she stood promptly, her hands fluttering in a futile attempt to cover herself but Ronald stood impassive, his hand out, his expectation of her obedience obvious. Ultimately it was her own curiosity that proved most compelling, he thought, driving her forward, almost against her own will to stand before him. 

Sitting down in the chair and pulling her to stand between his thighs he pronounced, "It is time for you to discover that which makes a man a man." Feeling himself already stirring and filling as she blushed and tried to look elsewhere - yet drawn back to the vision of his rising cock like a cobra watching a snake charmer's dancing flute....only which was which he thought with some humor. 

Grasping his prick and pointing it toward her delectable cunt he began, "This, kitten, is my penis....my prick....my cock. All males have one though they vary somewhat in size between birth and our antiquity. Sit here, on the floor between my legs so that you might more closely examine it. Here, give me your hand kitten," he demanded, wrapping her smaller hand around his prick and holding it there with his hand. "Tell me Allys, how does it feel?"

"I-it-it's very warm m'Lo....Ronald.....hot......and quite.......firm?" she said hesitantly, squeezing him quite tentatively. 

He chuckled, "It is that! It isn't always mind, but you DO seem to have a remarkable effect on th'old lad."

Her startled gaze darted up to search his face - uncertain if she was being mocked or not, but he went on, "This bag below, holding these two orbs, is the source of the seed that, planted within your womb, will bring me an heir. It is quite.....sensitive and must always be handled with consideration - firmly but tenderly." 

He saw her opening her mouth, a myriad of questions evident in her visage and held up a hand to forestall her. "Later kitten. Many of your questions may be answered in later lessons...but if not we will take them one at a time. For now it is enough that you listen and learn - remain open-minded to that which your husband teaches you and expects of you. Can you do that?"

She hesitated but then, setting her tiny jaw with determination, nodded her head. "Good girl!" He exclaimed, smiling and leaning forward to kiss the top of her head. Hearing a noise behind the chair he assumed dinner was being served - an assumption confirmed when Allys reddened and tried to hide herself behind the chair and legs. 

Holding her firmly in place he called out, "Mansfield?", hearing the response from near the bed...."Sir?" 

"Come here a moment Mansfield."

"Yes Sir." The acceptance was immediate, the steps moving quickly but quietly toward the chair.

"Mansfield, this is my wife.....Lady Allyson. There will be times when, of necessity lady Allys will be giving orders to you or the other staff. Her orders are to be obeyed immediately unless they contravene orders I have given previously, is that understood?"

"Yes Sir. I shall pass on your directive Sir, and may I add congratulations Sir."

"Yes, thank you." Waving his butler away he considered all that he'd learned about his young bride during the brief interlude. Though her body shyness continued throughout the duration of the conversation she had listened to it eagerly and with understanding. As she understood that she was being given leave to make decisions and to direct his staff she sat a little straighter, her head came up on her neck a fraction of an inch and a slight smile played over her lips. Good, he thought, she needed a good dose of self-confidence and obviously her father had not yet managed to entirely beat it out of her.

"We will continue briefly before we dine, my pet," he stated, still holding her hand wrapped firmly around his prick. "Now watch," he said as he pulled down and back to pop the head from the foreskin, "When you do that it feels most pleasurable as this area and this are quite sensitive to touch. If you feel the skin you can see how tender it is - as soft as the skin of your pussy.....your sex. Go ahead, you can touch it." 

He whistled soundlessly through his teeth when her little fingers came out to stroke the head, the pleasure of her submission and obedience almost greater than the pleasure he felt from her delicate touch. As milky beads of pre cum began to ooze from his piss hole she looked at him again, those great gray eyes startled - as though she had done something wrong.

"That happens when I am happy and things feel good, kitten. It means my seed will soon follow if you continue to touch me as you are now. Oh," he added, almost as an afterthought, "he likes being licked and kissed and sucked as much as your sex does too." 

At her look of dismay he urged, "Go on, try..." wanting for now to encourage her rather than simply making demands. 

Regardless of how it was meant she seemed to take it as an order though, closing her eyes and pursing her lips tightly, her nose crinkling....he chose to ignore her apparent 'disgust' for now when her lips came down and brushed his cock head, more by accident than apurpose bedewing her lips liberally with his pre cum. 

"Yes, sweetheart, like that......that's very good for a first time," watching as, once again, her pink tongue tip came out to taste that which was gleaming on her lips. The tiniest taste at first, then another when the first proved not unpleasant. Then her eyes opened as she cleaned her lips most thoroughly, although she still eyed his cock somewhat askance.

"Can you do it again......lick him perhaps this time - he'll jump if you do, I promise." 

She giggled helplessly at the thought, yet looked at him as though she doubted his veracity. Bending forward, eyes open this time to watch, her tongue hesitantly stroked the velvet soft skin of his helmet - he was prepared to flex those internal muscles if needed but his body did not fail him and his cock leapt in her hand. She giggled again with delight, her eyes rising to meet his and he knew she was well and truly caught - captured - captivated!

Without further prompting she bent her head to him again, her pink kitten's tongue tip coming out to lick the cream from his staff. One swipe of her tongue, then another and then her lips gently enfolded the swollen red tip and he groaned aloud. Startled she withdrew her mouth, looking up at him in apparent fear, it seemed of having done somewhat amiss, and he hurried to reassure her -

"You've done well, Allys.....quite well for a first time. In fact, if you'd continued I'm afraid it would have ruined the balance of this evening's lessons for you....." Brushing her cheek with the back of his hand he added, "And I believe you're rather starting to enjoy your lessons, aren't you my pet?"

She bent her head, blushing, but a half smile played about her lips and he took that as a mark of her agreement. Rising and holding out a hand, he beckoned her to rise.

"Come my pet, it is enough for now. Let us dine.....and then we shall continue."

Her eyes lifted to meet his as she rose gracefully to her feet and they turned together to the little side table and chairs... 



Of Lords and Ladies Ch. 03



He watched her as they ate. She was not the first woman to have dined, unclothed, in his chambers - but there was something about Allys - her diminutive size perhaps.....her youth and innocence. More and more he was finding himself as captivated by her as she was becoming of him and by the time he was leaning back in his chair with a glass of brandy he found himself contemplating the next stages in her lessons with quiet excitement. She ate delicately, savoring the roast swimming in it's own gravy, the individual crisply browned Yorkshire puddings and the vegetables, lightly steamed and buttered. He prided himself on his table and spared no expense to ensure that his chef and kitchen staff were of top quality and that they and his housekeeper spared no expense on provisions. 

The girl had declined a poached pear and now sat across from him, sipping a sweet sherry and toying nervously with her napkin while staring nervously into the fire. 

"Is anything amiss, kitten?"

Blushing she began to stammer again, "I-i-i only h-h-have the one gown w-with me Ronald. I must beg your assistance.....or th-that of a m-maid to assist me with corset and lacing. I....I MUST get to the necessary in all haste." Hanging her head she flushed to her toes with embarrassment.

He flushed himself, rising with haste and holding out a hand, picking up a taper from the box on the mantle and lighting it. "My apologies, pet. I should have anticipated long before now....." 

Leading her to a doorway, half hidden by heavy drapes he opened the door, revealing the luxury of an inside toilet and bath. Lighting the small paraffin lamp and stove he adjusted the flue and tested the tap to make certain it was open and the water tank was full. The luxuriously appointed bathroom was even well stocked with a supply of the new therapeutic papers for use in cleaning oneself afterward. 

"Here you are kitten. The water is heating should you desire a bath..." 

Her eyes widened in dismay, but her stammer was gone for the moment when she gasped, "A bath?"

He chuckled, pleased to have finally reached her, "Yes, Lady Allys....a bath!" 

Taking her hand he turned it to place a kiss in her open palm, his other hand reaching to brush one soft pink nipple. "Don't be long my pet," he murmured as he turned and left her, leaving the door partially ajar so that he could hear if she required assistance and also so that the heat from the fire might reach the enclosed bathroom. Stroking himself thoughtfully he returned to the wing chair by the fire, pouring himself another brandy as he passed the table. From the sound of things her curiosity and intelligence had led her to discover the reason for the pull chain depending from the tank on the wall above the toilet seat. The further sounds of splashing as she filled the copper tub made him smile to himself as he realized she was, in fact, making use of the opportunity to bathe. 

Settling into the chair he picked up the new book, recently sent to him by his American factor, "The Adventures of Tom Sawyer". While disbelieving that even in the wilds of uncivilized middle America young lads can run so amok, he still found himself enjoying the tale of adventure penned by the Clemens chap, at one point so lost in the story of young Tom and his friend Huckleberry witnessing the murder of Doctor Robinson, that he did not hear the draining of the tub or his bride re-entering the bedroom, wrapped in a bath sheet that clung to her where her body was still damp from bathing. It was the scent of her youthful flesh, clean and fresh from the bath that reached him first and his nostrils flared. Almost as quickly his prick began to stir where it lay against his thigh, damn but the girl had an astonishing effect on him. The quiet rustle of her movement made him look up from his book to find her standing next to the chair smiling, her hair was flowing loose over her shoulders and down her back - a mass of loose, curling ringlets. The change in her was remarkable to say the least and he found himself sliding a marker into the book and setting it to one side.

Reaching around and taking her hand he pulled her forward between his knees again, loosening the bath sheet where it clung to her curves and letting it fall away onto the floor. Pulling her farther forward he buried his face between the sweetly scented pillows of her breasts, pleased when her arms lifted to circle his shoulders and neck, pressing him closer to her still. The throb of his prick decided him. Much as it pleased him to have a pretty young virgin, all to himself, to train to his own ways and pleasures.....he found a serious need for release growing with every moment that passed. Standing he bent over the little thing, scooping her up in his arms, her gray eyes glowing with reflected fire and candle light. Striding the half dozen steps to the bed he deposited her against the pillows, pausing a moment to eye her with appreciation before sliding into the massive bed next to her.

Bending to kiss her he pulled her hair back from where it hung down across her breasts, fanning the auburn curls over the snowy linen of the pillows. 

"Did you wash away your guilt with that bath?" he murmured against her throat.

She flushed and lowered her eyes, turning her head down and away.

"Don't...Allys...look at me!"

His hand captured her chin, turning her face back toward him, calming and gentling her, stroking her hair and the line of her jaw. Kissing along the opposite side that his fingers caressed, his lips slid down over the curve of her jaw seeking the warm spot where her pulse beat like a trip hammer below her ear. He lingered there, his lips following the line of her neck as it flowed gracefully into her shoulder. Lifting her hand he nibbled her fingertips, breathing warmly into the palm of her hand. She sighed and goosebumps flowed over the surface of her skin. Her nipples tightened and pebbled, inviting his lips and fingers but he denied them the pleasure for the nonce, wanting to take his time with her until his young wife was actively yearning and aching for the fulfillment only he could bring her.

Planting a kiss in the palm of her hand he let his lips and tongue flow down the length of her arm, tracing the blue veins that seemed to lay just below the surface of her marble skin. Burying his face in the little tuft of copper hair in the pit of her arm he inhaled - the scent of her strong here despite the fresh washed smell of Pears soap and sun bleached towel. The scent of a healthy young female - ripe and fertile. His prick was cast iron now - rigid, hot and heavily drooling pre cum. But fecund or not - she wasn't ready yet. He could smell her arousal though, beginning to heavily scent the air around them.

Cupping her breast where it rose above her ribcage he nuzzled and licked the sensitive crease of the underside, letting his fingertips spider walk over the surface of both breasts, stroking and circling closer and closer to the turgid strawberry tips. Cupping both heavy mounds in his hands he pushed them as close to his face as possible - lipping and gently suckling from first one and then the other of the sensitive tips. Watching his bride's face he found her eyes tightly closed again - her hands balled and knotted into the sheets - her bottom lip caught between her teeth with her periodic gasps of pleasure. 

"Allyson....Kitten....LOOK at me.......Touch me!" He commanded hoarsely, pleased that when her eyes opened this time it was slowly and there was a soft, distant look in them. He realized that this time it seemed she had closed them from a desire to lose herself in the pleasure she was feeling and he smiled to himself, feeling quite satisfied and pleased - both with himself....and with her. Keeping his hands filled with the firm globes of her breasts, he began to explore more of her body with his mouth - the deep dimple of her navel - the crease between her thigh and her belly - his lips and fingers gently stroking away the deep, seemingly permanent ridges left by her whalebone corset.

As he moved to mouth her sex her hands moved, almost against her will, gliding light as feathers over the skin of his arms and shoulders until she could bury her fingers in his hair. When her slender digits knotted against his scalp he knew she was very close to the point of no return. Using every bit of skill and mastery developed over a lifetime spent enjoying the pleasures to be found with the fairer sex, Ronald bent to pushing her past that point and well beyond. Stroking her with the tip of his tongue he parted her nether lips, sliding his tongue deep within her honeyed well - noting how she sighed, spreading her legs even further apart than his hands had already pushed them, as she did so. She was swollen, hot and dripping sweet nectar and he followed the trail of liquid silver down - ever further - reach the tight pink spiral of her rosebud anus. Spreading the cheeks of her arse with his hands he briefly admired how the moisture glistened around her sphincter, sparkling like diamonds in the fire and lamplight.

When the tip of his tongue began to trace the outer rim of the spiral his young bride gasped, attempting to rise from the bed but he easily pushed her back down against the mattress again. Turning and crouching half over her, he pinned her to the bed - his muscular arms wrapped tightly around her hips allowing no further dispute with his actions. Spreading her buttocks again he continued the feather light licks until he had removed every delicious trace of her arousal. Returning his mouth to her cunny he lipped and sucked the ruffled pink lips gently while the girl's hips began a hesitant, barely perceptible lift and thrust against him. The quantity of her juices smeared across his face allowed him to grind his chin against her harder than he might have, had she been a colder natured chit.

He began the slow spiral in toward her clit. At the same time the sight of his lean hips and muscular thighs kneeling next to her - to say nothing of his hard shaft steadily drooling pre cum - apparently became irresistible. He first felt her fingertips tentatively touching his naked ribs and thighs and hummed with encouragement. When her warm fingers closed around his prick and began the stroking motion he had taught her he thought he might lose his mind and his nut at one and the same time. 

This little girl, virgin though she was, was more spirited and lusty than many an older and more experienced woman he'd dallied with over the years and he spent a brief moment lost in anticipation of the weeks and months to come - wondering exactly how few sexual limits she might prove to have as her training and lessons continued... Feeling his cock swell dangerously close to the bursting point he focused his attention on the hard pink pearl of her clitoris. Sucking and even nibbling it he stroked it lightly and continuously with his tongue tip. Her hips began to buck uncontrollably below him and making a quick decision he slid two fingers into her, quickly locating the thin membrane of her hymen. Pressing against it with his fingertips he felt the tissue shred beneath his touch but Allyson's hips barely paused and the moan she uttered could have been one of passion or of pain. Sliding away from her and pulling her hips to the edge of the bed he stood and pushed her legs up and back with one hand, fumbling at his cock with the other. 

Stroking his cock head first in the abundant liqueur she produced he pressed home into her, gasping at the delicious heat and glove tightness of her untouched cunt. Her own eyes had opened wide - her mouth rounding into an 'O' of astonishment when she felt him penetrate her. Bending to her with a mixture of lust, delight and the beginnings of affection he kissed her deeply, barely moving his hips for the moment to allow her to accommodate herself to his dimensions. She moaned against his mouth and he felt the clamp of her muscles as her pussy sought to expel the 'unwelcome intruder'. Continuing to kiss her, his mouth moving over her lips and throat, he began to gently tease her nipple as well. 

She started to relax under his touches and he leaned backward again so that he could use both hands on her body. Teasing her nipples until they were turgid peaks caused a renewal of the stream of juices she was capable of producing - allowing him to begin to move more freely within her. At first rocking a scant inch forward and back - his hands roamed, one toying with her nipples and stroking the sensitive feathers of hair under her arms - the other hand roamed lower, sliding below her to cup her arse as his finger tip gently circled her rosebud again. 

He saw her bite her bottom lip, arching against the mattress, her eyes rolling backward and closing when her pleasure grew to be more than she thought she could bear and bent to kiss her again.

"You like it don't you Kitten? My sexy little one likes fucking! I'm proud of you pet - my cock is inside you and you're enjoying it - not enduring it. It feels good doesn't it my sweet?"

He murmured to her, more in hopes of encouraging her than in hopes of obtaining a response and was both astonished and pleased when she did answer.

"Oh yesssss m'Lo.......yessssss Ronald......feels sooooo very good........" Opening her eyes again she gazed up at him earnestly, her lips swollen and pink from his kisses. "It feels as though I'm about to burst into a million pieces and fly away...."

"And would you like to Kitten......burst into a million pieces and fly away?" He could feel his balls drawing hard and tight against his groin as he continued to stroke inside the hot velvet sheath of her cunny.

She bit her lip again, trying to look less than eager he thought, and nodded. He smiled tightly, leaning back fully and straightening up, "Then watch Allys......watch while I fuck you......" Pulling back until only the head of his prick was still lodged between her labia, he pushed forward again, thrusting deeply against her. His own gaze moved between the sweet vision below him, and the expression on her face as she became more and more aroused watching as his iron hard shaft moved wetly between her thighs. Her gaze, seeming unwaveringly locked, he lifted a hand to lick his fingers, noting absently the sharp scent of her dried pussy juice on his skin.

With wet fingertips he gently parted the folds of her flesh, seeking and finding the little nodule that would release her. While continuing to fuck her deeply he also began to rub at the pleasure button, sensing the immediate response in her hips even though she never took her eyes from the hypnotic activity her husband was directing. Her nipples puckered tightly and waves of rosy blushes passed over the surface of her skin. Her hands tightened, knotting themselves in the bedding and she began to pant harshly. 

She gasped sharply once, giving a half scream, as the already tight muscles of her vagina clamped around him in waves. Groaning he gave himself over to his pleasure, feeling his cock swell within her inner grip before the first scalding jets of his seed came bursting forth. 

Bending to hold the young girl close against him he felt the last pulsing twitches of his emission and gave a momentary thought to future offspring he might be siring. As he did the girl gasped, shuddered and clung to him, bursting into a torrent of tears...



Of Lords and Ladies Ch. 04



Picking the girl up and cuddling her next to him he let her cling to him and sob as the first spate of tears passed. Holding her next to his skin and murmuring soft encouragement to her she finally subsided to hiccuping gasps while he gently wiped the tears from her face. Kissing the tip of her reddened nose he asked, "What's wrong Kitten?" although he suspected he already knew the answer, at least in essence.

Continuing to hiccup forlornly the girl turned her huge gray eyes up, searching his face, "Am I a bad girl then, Ronald? A wanton?" She flushed with embarrassment but persisted, "I've heard my parents talk.....am I a......a slut?"

Unable to help himself Ronald gave a loud snort - half disgust and half amused laughter, "No pet. You are neither bad, nor wanton....and if you are by chance a slut, well then you are MY slut and I shall count myself the most fortunate of husbands." 

Tilting his young bride's face up again he kissed her tenderly, forehead, nose and finally settling possessively over her lips, compelling her response. When her lips parted he sent his tongue dancing over the tips of her pearly teeth while his hand began to roam her body. Waiting until she sighed and moaned against his lips, her body relaxing to his touch, to lift his head - his eyes gleaming in the shadows of the great bed, he spoke again, "You heard me say earlier Allys - I am quite proud of you. You are beautiful, obedient...you seem intelligent and capable....and you are responsive to and enjoying of my directions and my touch. I am pleased and proud. I have no complaint to make to your parents and in fact, count myself fortunate that your father lost so much gambling with me. And you've seemed to enjoy your lessons thus far, haven't you?"

He watched with amusement as the blush traveled the length of her body from nose to toes. 

"I..I was afraid you'd think I wasn't really a virgin after all." She murmured, her eyes downcast.

He chuckled, "No fear of that my pet. I broke your hymen myself. But I AM proud of you for being obedient to my wishes and direction.....and I am VERY pleased and proud that you enjoyed doing so. Do not misunderstand me, Allys. You WILL be obedient to me in ALL things I desire. It will be easier and more pleasurable for you and I both if you enjoy yourself doing so."

"But Ronald.....why did Mother say this must be endured? P'r'aps she was talking about something else after all?"

Ronald chuckled, "No Kitten, I'm quite certain she was talking about this... Some men are ham fisted and care nothing for their woman's pleasure....some have been taught poorly and are thus poor teachers I expect."

Allys ventured to lay a hand against her husband's chest, lifting her face to lightly kiss his jaw, "Then I am a most fortunate woman indeed, that not only do you care for my pleasure but you are an exceptionally fine teacher in this regard as well." 

She bent her head again, apparently watching her fingers as they tangled among the chestnut and silver hairs on his chest. Her curiosity seemingly fully engaged now that she was sated her fingers traveled over the muscles of his chest to settle against the coin sized nipple. He felt her fingers pressing and tweaking, catching her quick glance upward to gauge his reaction before she leaned forward taking the hard point between her lips. He hissed with pleasure when her tongue circled his nipple, flicking it quickly, as his had hers - enjoying both her actions themselves, as well as her beginning explorations of his body. He was astounded to feel his cock stirring and filling again. It had been some years since he had been ready again so quickly after spending himself the way he so recently had. The girl was indeed magical.

Allys rolled closer to him, reaching for more of his body and then as the cool night air hit the fluids slowly seeping their way downward, between the magnificent ivory pillows of her ass she gasped. Reaching and cupping herself she ejaculated, "What??? Am I bleeding?" But when her hand found the creamy gelid concoction and raised it to her view her intellect demonstrated itself to him again. "Oh! This is.....your seed Ronald? There is so much.....I hadn't thought there would be so much..." Her fingers moved to her lips, delicately tasting and licking their spunk from her fingertips. His eyes narrowed with increasing lust as he watched her little pink tongue stroking her digits - finding the sight as erotic as anything he had witnessed in many years.

"It is the fluid that carries my seed, Kitten, allowing it to swim the length of its voyage to your own fertile egg."

She giggled then, like the school girl she very nearly was, "I don't know much about science Ronald but I'm quite certain I don't lay eggs."

He chuckled and shook his head, both at her misunderstanding and at the rules of society that kept women as simply educated as possible, "Alright Pet, leave that for now. We'll have to get you a journal where you can keep track of the many things you want....or need to learn about." Capturing her fingers as she reached between her legs again for a further taste and nibble of their mingled spunk he brought them to his lips, kissing her fingers and sucking them lightly. Rolling toward her he was pleased with the way she immediately fell back against the mattress, spreading her legs and opening to him. She blushed again deeply as she did so, although this time, he noted, she never once took her large gray eyes from his face. Smiling his approval he bent over her, capturing her lips and murmuring, "You are so beautiful Kitten....I'm so very pleased you're mine...."

Stroking her body he allowed his fingertips to lightly graze her pebbled nipples, down across her belly to coil among her copper curls, briefly knotting his fingers in the damp tangle he tugged gently, and again more sharply when her only response was to make a small mewing sound - her legs sliding even further apart. 

"Mine!" he murmured again, exultantly, covering her with his body and trapping her below him, his erection once again throbbing for release. He plundered the swollen pink lips, parted below him, plunging his tongue deeply into her mouth before withdrawing. Capturing her bottom lip between his sharp teeth he only just managed to avoid biting her hard, using his lips instead and sucking her lip as he intended to do with other portions of her anatomy. His fingers parted the moist nest of curls between her thighs and found the treasure he sought, plunging into her hot moist depths while she mewed again, her hips lifting. The smell of her cunny rose to taunt him and his nostrils flared, filling with her rich musk. Unable to resist he moved lower on her body, covering her breasts with small sharp bites, immediately followed by his lips, sucking away any trace of blood - his tongue soothing the broken skin.

Her fingers rose to his shoulders and he wondered briefly if she might try to push him away. But when he nipped sharply at one turgid strawberry sized peak she gasped, rising under him, her cunt spasming around his fingers and the short nails of her own fingers embedding themselves in his skin. She was not, he realized, trying to push him away, but to push him downward, where she already knew his skill at driving her over the edge. Chuckling to himself he allowed her to set the pace....this time....moving lower between her legs. Covering the hard pearl of her clit with his mouth he nibbled and sucked, teasing her with light flicking strokes of his tongue. Her hands had risen to his head, knotting themselves among his still abundant locks as she pressed him closer to her. One small foot curled over his back to hold him in place though her thighs were split nearly horizontal in her eagerness to provide him access. 

The girl was driving him mad with desire. Her innocent passion and response more pleasing and erotic than the calculated efforts of older or more experienced women. Her hips were beginning to thrash uncontrollably as she panted and mewled. Tiny pleas to God and to himself began to issue from her lips and he wondered if she even knew she was speaking - or what she was pleading for. Her eyes were open still but soft, out of focus, staring vaguely at the bed canopy above her. Recalling a moment earlier in the day he turned his wrist slightly, angling his hand downward so that his thumb might stroke softly around the tightly puckered rim of her rosebud. She shuddered, gooseflesh rising over her body as a darker flush bloomed across her chest and neck. 

The honey, draining from her cunt, along with the previously expelled spunk from his cum, made a slippery lubrication for his thumb to play in. Taking full advantage of the circumstances he pressed against the tight virgin rim with his thumb, exploring the possibilities. She whimpered once, tightening against his intrusion and lifting his head briefly he directed, "Spread your arse for me Kitten!"

Her hands tightened in his hair involuntarily once in unspoken protest, but then he was free of her when she moved to pull the cheeks of her bottom apart. Burying his lips against her again he continued to focus on her clit, wanting her to learn to associate the pleasure she was feeling with having him explore....and eventually filling her back passage. She was relaxing to his touch now, allowing him to penetrate to his first knuckle before she tightened involuntarily again and he closed his eyes briefly, imagining for a moment the exquisite pleasure and tightness of taking her anal virginity. Driving the thought away for the moment, knowing it was only their first night of many, he continued to flick and tease the swollen bud with his tongue. She moaned throatily, her hips bucking against him as both her pussy and sphincter locked around his fingers and thumb.

"Roll over Pet," he growled.

She stared at him vaguely, her body still trembling with the aftermath of her orgasm. Rising to his knees and pulling his fingers from the wet heat of her channels he hoisted her onto her side. The opportunity having presented itself and unable to further resist the alabaster globes of her arse he smacked the nearest cheek sharply. His hand print appeared in red as if by magic on the pristine surface and his cock throbbed but she squeaked, startled and scrambled to roll onto her belly. 

Pulling her legs apart he moved between them, "Get up on your knees girl, arse in the air and face to the bed."

Moving forward he pressed the head of his prick between the pouting lips of her slit, sliding it up and down to wet it before pressing home, deep within her. He could feel the mouth of her womb as he buried himself within her. Bending over her he began to pump hard, knowing he was too excited to last long. Reaching around her hips with one long arm he found the hard, swollen bud of her clit again, milking it with his fingers. Her slender fingers knotted in the bed linens and she tossed her head, her hips bucking back against him and he took the opportunity to press his thumb against the rim of her anus again until it gave under the pressure. This time he was able to slide his thumb past the first knuckle, fucking her with the digit as he continued to pound her pussy. 

She whimpered, bucking against him and he watched as her knuckles went white with strain, her mouth rounding in astonishment before a long gasping, mewing cry escaped her lips. She spasmed around him, the tight glove of her cunny milking his shaft as her orgasm rippled through her and he buried his face against her back, holding her close, pumping his seed deep inside her. Collapsing onto his side he pulled her down and against him. Holding her close, his cock held snug between her thighs, he was asleep before pulling up the bedclothes.

 ~ ~ ~ ~

His first conscious thought in the morning was that Mansfield was making a God awful amount of noise, stirring the fire, and drawing the drapes - his second was the satisfactory feel of his morning wood nestled between the delicious pillows of his bride's buttocks. Raising his head slightly and arching a brow at his man servant was enough to still the clamor, bringing Mansfield to the bedside. His hushed murmur indicated the seamstress was already awaiting m'Lady's pleasure below stairs with her assistants. Ronald nodded curtly, debating the possibilities for further indulgence but was forestalled as Allyson yawned and stretched, wincing inadvertently with muscle soreness from the amorous activities of the previous night. 

"Good morning Kitten," he greeted her with a light kiss, knowing his pleasure later would be heightened by waiting now. "Breakfast awaits us, as does one of London's preeminent sempstresses, and I am guaranteed she has sufficient 'ready made' to begin to gown you befitting your station."

The delight in her eyes at getting, she supposed, a new dress or two, was readily apparent and although Ronald was pleased to see her responding to him he made a mental note to add schooling her expressions to the list of lessons. It would not do for her to let everyone see her every emotion. He had enemies, her own father being numbered among them now he supposed. It would be natural, considering her youth and beauty, that she would make enemies as well, and the less ammunition their enemies could accumulate against either of them the better. He continued to muse absently over breakfast while watching her as she ate with apparent gusto and abandon. Slight bruise marks marred her otherwise perfect skin from where he had, in his lust, bitten her last night. He regretted nothing however, not even those bruises approaching perilously close to the column of her throat. 

She needed a ladies maid though, that much was apparent. Someone to help tame the tangle of her auburn locks, to teach her to cover whatever bruises they might, in their mutual passion, create together. To help her to dress....and undress....for him and for his pleasure. He had an idea but knew that if he approached her with it she would reject it out of hand as unseemly. He rang for Mansfield, scrawling a note for his Major Domo to have delivered. His youthful bride, meanwhile, finished breaking her fast leaving nothing but a rind of bacon, and a few crumbs of her toast on her plate. Pouring herself another cup of strong black tea and patting her mouth fastidiously she covered a slight, ladylike belch, blushing as she excused herself to the necessary again. 

He poured himself a cup of his preferred morning beverage, the strong, black Jamaican coffee his family grew on their plantation - the original source of the title and wealth now devolved solely upon his shoulders. Considering her empty plate and the recent nocturnal events he was sharply reminded of his Grandfather. Grandfather Douglas, Laird Allensby had been a Scots-Irish brigand of the first order, taking certain elements of Ronald's education personally in hand from a young age. Ronald had barely been out of knee britches when the old man had called him into his room one day - Ronald arriving to find a young, fetchingly buxom and quite naked day maid dandled on his Grandfather's knee. As the old man began to educate him about the parts of a young woman's anatomy he had told him, "Ronald, always find yourself a woman with a healthy appetite. A woman who enjoys one sensual pleasure can usual enjoy them all in equal measure." He reflected that his Grandfather would have been pleased to watch Allys eat....among other things.

Sending Mansfield to bring up the seamstress and her biddies he realized he was nearly as excited as Allyson at the prospect of 'dressing' her for her new station in life and found himself eagerly anticipating the offerings and suggestions that would be made. Wrapping a heavy dressing gown around himself he headed for his desk pulling several sheets of vellum from the drawer. The seamstress herself was a plump little busybody of a woman with several young, equally plump and active assistants. He realized his inadvertent use of the term 'biddies' was more accurate than he'd realized with their likeness to a flock of hens. 

When Allyson exited the bathing chamber, freshly washed and combed and naked as the day she'd been born the women clucked and swarmed around her causing her to give her new husband a startled look of alarm. Her instinctive reaction in turning to him for assistance caused a positive surge of exultation within him, immediately and rigidly suppressed. Clapping his hands loudly caused all the busy, bobbing heads to swivel in his direction.

"My apologies Allyson my sweet. I quite forgot that you didn't have a robe with you, however, the circumstances couldn't be more fortuitous for Mrs. Amberson. She'll be providing for all your needs, from the skin out, if her offerings are satisfactory....." 

He trailed off, realizing they'd all stopped listening to him again but also noting that, while flushed, Allys was in no wise as fearful as she had seemed initially. Mansfield interrupted once to announce to him quietly that Lady Allensby's belongings had been safely retrieved from her parent's domicile. He interrupted again some interminable time later to announce that the young woman m'Lord had sent for had arrived. He nodded curtly - exhausted for now by the arguments over the fullness of the sleeves and bustles, whether or not fingerless gloves were required for this or that circumstance, which of the available milliners might provide the most attractive 'frame' for m'Lady's flawless face, whether or not Chantilly lace was to be preferred over..... It made his head ache to the point where he wanted to beat one of them, senseless preferably not Allys who seemed to also be feeling the strain, dark circles having made an appearance below her eyes.

Clapping his hands and stalking into the midst of them, he swept Allys down off the stool she was standing on while she was poked and measured and things were pinned into place for basting. In the process he stabbed himself mercilessly with a number of pins and, from the look on her face, may have caused her a few pricks as well. 

"Now then, Mrs. Amberson. How much time will you need to finish the gowns you've started here, as well as the small clothes, under things, lingerie and other necessities for Lady Allys?"

After some hemming, hawing, and clucking amongst themselves the women agreed they could finish two of the day dresses today before leaving, having the balance of those items already agreed upon by week's end. But, the little woman also argued that evening dresses and ball gowns were still to be decided upon, not having even reached the point of agreeing on style or make yet for these. 

Ronald frowned the little woman into silence, "Shall we see the completed items you deliver first. Then, PERHAPS, if those prove satisfactory, we may agree to order more."

Cowed into submission the round little female agreed sullenly but immediately set to work with her assistants to complete the agreed upon two gowns, also managing to put the final stitches into a lovely lace peignor for his lady. As they chirped and sewed, rising occasionally to re-measure Allys or to fit some portion of a garment to her body, he sent Mansfield downstairs for the young chit. He was pleased to see when she appeared that she was dressed demurely in a dove gray gown that buttoned down the front, her dark hair pulled back into a sober chignon. She bobbed a curtsy, her eyes never rising to meet Ronald's own but he suspected if they had he'd have seen the large, brown orbs clouded by the sorrow that had caused him to think of her earlier. He introduced her only as Molly, stating she would, henceforth be his wife's maid and body servant. The dark eyes flashed then, a quick glance of gratitude as she dropped another curtsy before moving to Allys' side - clucking in dismay over the bruises on her body.




Of Lords and Ladies Ch. 04



It was to be expected that sooner or later Allys would find out the true extent of young Molly's past, but hoped that by that point her own natural good sense and sympathy would cause her to feel protective enough to want to keep the girl, damn all her past. Although Ronald himself had not been the cause of the young girl's coming to grief, he had been instrumental and felt responsible as a result. It had been some nameless sailor the little whore had fallen in love with, foregoing the vinegar soaked sponge she usually used to prevent conception, thinking that her pregnancy would prove her love and cause the fellow to carry her away. He had, instead, sailed away on the next available tide, leaving her weeping. 

Ronald himself had recommended the services of his friend and physician, Doctor Madison, in 'taking care of things' but the girl had grown melancholy, weeping and inconsolable for her child - leaving the Madame of the house Ronald occasionally frequented at a loss how to rid herself of the burden. Ronald had occasionally visited the girl himself as a means of preventing the Madame from simply tossing her to the streets but suspected that, when she received his note this morning, she was all too eager to say good riddance. The house was a popular one, frequented by all all levels of London society, and Ronald knew that the girl had been educated a great deal more than appearances betrayed about dressing with style, hair dressing and cosmetics. He also knew that, with the end of her pregnancy, little Molly's breasts had filled with a sweet, rich milk - the reason for her button down the front gown - and aside from his enjoyment of the treat, he intended her to assist as wet nurse to Allyson's future children.

Molly had taken Allyson in hand and had sent Mansfield off with lists for the local chemist, perfumerie and milliner of those items most urgently needed by his lady wife, but thinking about his friend, Dr. Madison, had brought other concerns to Ronald's mind. Sending the red-faced Mansfield back below stairs with yet another note for delivery he reflected briefly on the disruption to his household's usually placid and complacent lifestyle that marrying had generated. All things considered, he thought, it would probably do them all good....himself included as he watched Molly towing Allys off to the bathroom for some occult purpose of feminine hygiene. Settling back into his chair he returned to his book to await 'further developments'. 



Of Lords and Ladies Ch. 05



In the bathing chamber, meanwhile, Allys was having developments of her own. While waiting for the list of supplies she had requested from the local apothecary, young Molly was explaining some facts of life - as she saw them - to her new mistress. Although she suspected they were close to the same physical age, Molly was, she knew, far and away the more experienced and worldly and it gave her a sense of authority in dealing with Lady Allyson she might not have had with an older woman. Allys, for her part, was used to being dominated by those around her and saw nothing amiss in her young maid's behavior. 

"See Miss, it's like this. When the Master cums inside you, like he done, then we best be making certain to clean you up proper - can't have thy twat smellin' like an old fish mongers the next time m'Lord wants to get close..."

Allyson flushed several interesting shades of red, clearly visible through the lace of her new peignoir.

"M-m-m-my.....WHAT?" 

"Thy twat mistress.....? Thy quim.....? Thy pussy.....?" After each interrogative Lady Allyson's look of embarrassed confusion deepened. "Thy cunny m'Lady. This betwixt a woman's legs that keeps a man so enthralled. Ye'll be wantin' t' keep it sweet and fresh for the Master won't you then?" 

The slight burr and hint of Gaelic origins in Molly's speech patterns, while perplexing at first, soon revealed a lilting sort of rhythm that was both exotic and bucolic sounding to her young mistress ears. Still, the topic of their conversation was of such a personal nature....and so new to the little bride that she couldn't even begin to stammer a response, blushing and chewing her bottom lip mutely. At her obvious embarrassment, Molly was reminded quite suddenly of some of the 'new girls' the first time or two they had a man in their bed.

Reaching a comforting hand out to her mistress she asked gently, "M'Lady.....were ye a maid then when he took ye?"

Allys nodded hesitantly, her eyes huge and luminous in the dim light of the small room.

"Alright then mistress, if ye'll sit here on t'edge of t' bench." 

Molly led the girl to the long padded bench, sitting her gently and loosening the satin sash holding her robe closed, folding it open and laying a tender hand on Allys' cheek. Gathering up some larger and smaller towels, soap, and a small basin of warm water she knelt by Ally's legs.

"Now then sweetling, spread thy legs and let me look and make sure he didna hurt ye."

Allyson spread her legs willingly enough, but shook her head vehemently in denial. "He didn't hurt me, Molly. Not one bit. Not even the first time....." She trailed off as if hesitant to admit more to her maid, but Molly perceived quickly enough that the bite marks and bruises had been left in passion. They might, in fact, be marks of possession but they were born willingly and possibly even eagerly. 

Wetting a small cloth in the warm water, Molly ran it over her ladyship's body, admiring the high full breasts and the rose pink nipples adorning them. Allyson's nipples hardened immediately - responding to both the stimulation of temperature and touch. Gently examining the area between the bride's thighs she concluded that his Lordship had, in fact, been most considerate of his young wife. There was some slight prickling of rash here and there where the master's chin stubble had abraded the tender skin. Her entire young cunny was slightly swollen and red, but there was no bruising or tearing anywhere. Even as Molly examined her little mistress closely a bead of moisture appeared and rolled down into the dark crevice between the red head's buttocks. Molly watched it closely, her tongue tip barely touching her lips, and sighed heavily, closing her eyes for a brief moment when the nectar disappeared.

Lathering up the little cloth in her hand with a lavender smelling soap, Molly ran it over Allyson's body, paying special attention to breasts, armpits and groin. Then wringing the cloth clean she rinsed Allys' body once, getting fresh water before rinsing it a second time and patting her dry.

"Now m'Lady - next time we'll make a last rinse of thy cunny and arsehole with gin and honey. That'll leave ye smellin' and tastin' fresh and sweet for the longest, but ye should always check to make certain sure that ye taste sweet for his Lordship regardless."

"Wha....wha......how....?" Allyson's stammer was explanation enough and Molly was reminded again that she had been raised to be a lady - protected, refined and clearly unable to think such things through.

"I'd be pleased to check for ye m'Lady....or ye can put yer fingers in yerself and taste yerself on 'em."

Thinking that Molly meant one thing - by virtue of her explanation - Allyson was simultaneously embarrassed and relieved. "Yes, if you would please....I don't know that I could do something like that quite yet...."

She was, therefore, dumbfounded when Molly leaned forward, her hands gently separated the swollen ruffled labia, and pressed her lips to her new mistress' sex as her tongue gently laved the heated tissues. Allys wasn't aware of making any noise - and wasn't certain in her shock whether to push Molly away or pull her closer. She was, however, honestly flabbergasted to find her body responding under the other girl's ministrations. Her back arched and her eyes closed as she slid forward, pressing her cunt closer to the young maid's mouth.

In the far room Ronald set down his book. He wasn't certain what he'd heard but thought perhaps Allyson had called for him. Getting up from the chair he walked quietly to the bathroom door, his eyes widening as he pushed the door open. Entering the room quietly he closed the door behind him - neither of the young women hearing the click of the latch settling into place. Untying the sash of his own robe and unbuttoning his trousers he reached inside for his rapidly hardening cock - drawing it out and stroking it as he watched Molly pleasuring his bride.....and Allys responding. 

"Mmmmm Mistress.....sweet as honey are ye....."

Molly's muffled voice drifted up to him on air perfumed with lavender and woman smells - his bride's particular cachet already becoming familiar to him. The less familiar smells of pussy and sweet milk obviously rising from the young maid. Dropping his trousers and stepping out of them he stepped over to the bench where Allyson now nearly reclined - one leg propped against the wall, the other spread wide and resting against Molly's side. Bending low he pressed his lips to Allyson's and she opened to him eagerly.....hungrily. 

Reaching upward and wrapping her arms around his neck she murmured languidly, "Ronald, Molly has been teaching me the most amazing things....."

He chuckled, removing her arms from his neck so that he might wrap her hand around the throbbing shaft at his groin. "I see that my Pet. And I see you are enjoying yourself as well. It's a beautiful thing to watch, although Molly seems terribly overdressed. Perhaps you could help her rectify that situation Kitten."

Her gray eyes widened with astonishment at the suggestion but she nodded dutifully, releasing his cock and sitting up, her trembling hands reaching toward the buttons down Molly's dress front. Ronald wrapped his robe about himself and went to the door, abruptly ordering the rotund dressmaker and her assistants to finish their day's work below stairs and, shooing them from the bedroom. He returned to the smaller room to see both women on their feet now - Allyson still fumbled at the buttons but she was gaining confidence and telltale damp patches had appeared over Molly's breasts indicating not only abundant milk production, but also her own arousal. 

Moving behind Allyson he dropped his robe on the bench, stepping close enough to rub his erection against the cleft of her buttocks, reaching around her to fondle her breasts and the damp curls of her pussy. She sighed with pleasure at his touch, parting her thighs slightly and he bent to kiss and nibble her neck and shoulder. Molly meanwhile had managed to get her skirt unbuttoned and once Allys had enough of the small pearly buttons down the front undone, she pulled the dress up and over her head, tossing it on the bench. Her breasts stood high and proud atop the lace shelf of her corset, the dark blue milk veins standing out prominently against her white skin. The girl reached behind her to untie her bustle and petticoats, allowing them to drop in a frothy pool at her feet and as she did, the simple movement caused large bluish white beads to form on each of her fat dark nipples.

"I...is......is that.....milk?" Allyson stammered the question even while reaching out with one hesitant finger to gather a pearly drop, promptly licking her finger to ascertain the taste.

"Yes m'Lady....." Molly glanced up at Ronald, unsure what else to say.

"Part of Molly's duties in her last position were as wet nurse," he interposed. True as far as it went, he thought - although far be it from him to explain at this point that Molly had wet nursed adult men and women and not infants. "I thought she might be useful to us in the future in that regard.....and the milk IS quite tasty and healthful....."

Allyson glanced over her shoulder at him, unsure if he was actually suggesting what it sounded like to her, and he nodded with good nature, smiling down at his naive little bride.

Allys turned back to Molly, licking her lips and flushing - either with embarrassment or with incipient arousal, Ronald couldn't ascertain which yet, but her trembling fingers reached out, tracing the purplish lines of the veins down to the swollen, turgid tips. Her own paler nipples equally taut Allys wondered what it would feel like to have your breasts fill with milk....an infant suckling from them. She flushed again, the room seeming to grow hotter as she remembered how Ronald had suckled her breasts last night and the feelings he had aroused in her. Unconsciously she began to rub her thighs together, but both Ronald and Molly were aware of the slight movement.

It was at that moment, when they moved toward her from both sides and she began to feel her legs weaken and tremble - feeling much like a deer must during a hunt - when the knock came at the door of the bathing chamber. A crisp, firm knock too, causing her husband to curse as he went to throw open the door without bothering to put on his robe again. She flushed - her head spinning at the thought of being seen naked under these circumstances but Molly seemed to have no reaction at all, simply looking curiously at the door when Ronald had flung it open.

"Dammitall Mansfield if this isn't important...............Willie! By all that's holy, what are YOU doing here?"

The man at the door was dressed in the latest ton. His hair was long and wavy by comparison with Ronald's neatly coifed and manicured locks but he was, all in all, a most pleasant looking young man. He grabbed Ronald in a bear hug before backing off to pump his hand.

"Word gets 'round quickly m'friend and you didn't think I could let the occasion of your marriage go by without stopping by to meet the bride and wish you well?"

Looking more closely at Ronald's state of undress and his still rampant erection -

"Bless me Ronnie, don't tell me I've caught you ready to bed the bride? Need a hand my friend?"

Surprisingly her husband laughed good naturedly and Allyson could only surmise that the two men were close friends. She was puzzled, but grateful, that with two essentially naked women in the room, the stranger had not even glanced their way once but seemed to have eyes only for her husband. Molly snorted quietly and muttered, "Great feckin' poof!" under her breath, causing Allyson to stare at her, missing her husband's first call.

"Allyson, I said come and meet my friend, Dr. William Madison." Ronald held out his hand and beckoned her somewhat imperiously.

Allyson approached hesitantly, her state of undress foremost in her mind. She held out her hand murmuring, "Dr. Madison", but neither man responded. Ronald's friend, Dr. Madison, glanced at her, then took a longer more appraising look, taking in her nudity, her disheveled locks, the creaminess of her skin and the number and location of the bruises and love bites she sported. 

"Damme Ronnie, you really did just climb out of bed with the little chit didn't you - and robbed the cradle beside!"

Ronald's hand fell possessively over her backside, cupping and fondling her in a most disconcerting way.

The physician droned on, "I know you and I have had our differences on the topic in the past old chap, but seriously, after the handling you've apparently given her she's doomed to the hysterics."

Ronald laughed richly, "Oh I doubt THAT. You don't FEEL hysterical do you, Pet?"

Her wide gray eyes looked up at him, "No Ronald, I don't believe so." 

He patted her backside reassuringly. "There, you see, Will. No hysterics."

"Still, if I can examine her for you...to be certain...."

Allys' skin pinked at both the question and at being handled like a prized brood mare - but she flushed positively ruby when her husband responded, "Certainly, in fact, you must have just missed the messenger I sent round this morning. I want to make certain that Allyson is as healthy as she appears, and ready and able to begin production of a host of heirs."

Molly, long familiar with both the physician and his habits, and with the practice of examining women, had already moved to prepare the bed - folding down the linens and laying several pillows along one long side of the mattress. Coming back to her Mistress's side she took her by the hand to lead her to the bed. "If ye'll lay down this way Miss. Put yer head on this side and yer arse to t'other side. Just keep yer feet on the edge o' the bed but spread yer legs then Miss. Dinna fach yerself, I'll stay by ye and hold yer hand. Doctor willna hurt ye."

Allyson looked dubious but obeyed the directions, casting pleading looks in Ronald's direction that he studiously ignored. The young physician removed his coat and rolled up his shirt sleeves, heading into the bathing room and emerging a moment later drying his hands on a small towel before motioning to Ronald and heading to the bed.

Once she was settled to Molly's satisfaction – her spread legs open and facing into the room with her heels tucked close against her buttocks – the dark-haired maid settled in next to her. Sitting snug against her side Molly wrapped one arm around the knee closest to her before clasping her Mistress cold hands in her own warmer one. Ronald settled in close to her other side, still ignoring her forlorn looks and wrapped one strong arm around her other knee as naturally as if he'd done this dozens of times before. She'd have been appalled and probably somewhat frightened as well if she knew how true that was, and under just what circumstances her new husband had gained his experience.

The young doctor settled himself between her legs, barely glancing at her but continuing to talk to his friend as he carefully palpated her abdomen. His hands were warm and his touch was firm but gentle and Allys began to breathe a sigh of relief thinking if this was the worst then she was being fearful for no reason.

"See here Ronald, this is exactly what I'm talking about. Look at the size of this clitoris! It's huge..."

As he spoke the physician had completed one portion of his examination. His warm hands parted her labia and she felt herself flush and tense. The arms wrapped loosely about her knees tightened and her husband glanced at her once in warning. She could feel the doctor's fingers moving over her sex, where until now her husband and her new maid's touches had been the only ones other than her own that she had ever felt. She felt waves of heat on her skin as she blushed, but even more alarming to her – as the doctor continued to stroke her surfaces, spreading her labia and tugging at her clitoris – she felt her legs begin to tremble as arousal unexpectedly took hold of her again.

Feeling her trembling against him, her husband was not displeased. He was, in fact, quite glad to know that the little thing was going to be so easy to train in this area. He was, however, somewhat surprised to feel a sudden surge of possessiveness and jealousy grip him. Forcing his feelings down for now he focused on what his friend was saying and doing.

"...It's going to be impossible for her to avoid the hysterics with a clit this size. Look, the damned thing sticks out like a little thumb – she's going to feel constantly aroused and be impossible to sate."

Ronald said dryly, "I wouldn't say impossible," and Allyson felt herself nearly giggle when one corner of his mouth quirked in a half smile and he turned to flash her a wink. "But what about the possibility of..."

The doctor waved one hand with dismissal. "With her hips and breasts there shouldn't be a problem, and she's certainly young enough. BUT, my concern is that clitoris... All the studies relate clitoral size to hysteria and hysteria to miscarriage and other birth disorders. She'll have to be tended to regularly. You can bring her by the office..."

"We'll be heading out to the estate after the Holidays," her husband interjected.

"In that case, this is what you'll need to do." Sliding two fingers inside her and allowing his thumb to rest against her clitoris, the doctor began to slowly, but firmly, masturbate her. "Fortunately, I don't have to do this too often anymore myself, there's a new device available. A machine that does the work for me. As many female patients as I have it's a good thing too – my wrists were starting to play out."

Ronald's attention had perked up, "Really. A machine that will do that?" As his friend began to explain about the mechanical device Ronald's mind teemed with ideas. He could picture young Allys bound to the bed, crying out with pleasure, while such a device drove itself mindlessly between her thighs, or the cheeks of her arse – or similarly but with his cock blocking her throat...perhaps even little Molly's twat nestled against her face. His cock stirred again, filling as his thoughts continued. He would, he knew, have to obtain one of these devices to add it to his bride's training regimen. 

He was brought back to the here and now by the tension in said bride's body. She was, he could tell, attempting to restrain herself – the doctor's presence introducing an unknown element in their newly fledged relationship. Bending forward slightly he could tell from the nectar freely coating doctor's fingers and dappling her thighs and buttocks that she was near cumming and his arm tightened around her knee again, wondering just how long she could hold off under the circumstances. His shaft bobbed freely between his legs now, hot and rigid as he thought of, not only his future with Allyson, but also from seeing her at this moment, rigidly controlled by he and Molly, attempting desperately not to respond to the pleasure he'd begun teaching her to feel as the doctor drove her closer and closer to the edge. He ignored his young friend's frequent glances at his cock and the growing bulge in the doctor's own trousers. He knew his friend's preferences and was unable to share them, although he didn't hold them against him either as some might. 

A muffled cry ripped from Allyson's throat and her back arched to the ceiling as an orgasm took her, despite her efforts to hold it at bay. The second she cried out William removed his hands from her body, wiping them fastidiously on the towel he'd carried out of the bath room.

Leaving Molly in charge of her Mistress, Ronald walked across the chamber with William, listening and nodding, despite his inner amusement and disagreement. Helping the younger man into his coat and settling it onto his shoulders he dusted at the lapels. William stepped closer to him, the back of his hand grazing the head of Ronald's cock and Ronald smiled ruefully, stepping back and away. His friend had the grace to blush in embarrassed apology as Lord Allensby retrieved his robe and put it on again.




Of Lords and Ladies Ch. 05



"Thank you for stopping by Will and for your help! Don't be a stranger," he said with genuine affection for the young doctor. "Allyson and I will be round to visit once she's outfitted, but you know you're always welcome here."

The two men, so disparate in age and appearance, clasped hands warmly and the doctor took his leave.



Of Lords and Ladies Ch. 06



Ronald turned back from the door feeling quite content with the morning's events thus far. During his brief conversation with his young friend, Dr. Madison, he'd informed him about, not only his desire to purchase one of the mechanical devices they'd discussed earlier but had also made his friend aware of his need of other medical paraphernalia. He ignored Will's brief attempt to gain permission to schedule Lady Allyson for an appointment with a surgeon for a clitorectomy, much as he had the man's earlier flirtation. 

Their on-going 'discussions' regarding healthy sexual behavior versus some of what Lord Allensby viewed as aberrant behavior in the extreme could become lengthy and loud. He was grateful, therefore, that today's discussion had been kept to a peaceful minimum. As much as he'd pretended to ignore the young bride, Will had been reluctant to voice certain of his views in front of her, for which Ronald was grateful. The suggestion that Allys be subjected to surgical removal of her clitoris would have been laughable had William not been so earnest about the need for it to be done. Giving a snort of derision, Ronald acknowledged wryly that his viewpoints were frequently 'old-fashioned' but thought nothing was probably MORE likely to cause Allys hysteria than removal of that which she was learning gave her so much pleasure.

Glancing back across the room he saw Molly helping her Mistress to her feet. The look of uncertainty on Allyson's face sent him hurrying across the room. Pulling Allyson against him he hugged her, murmuring against her hair, "Well done, Pet." 

Leading her to the settee he let her stand briefly while he built up the fire again. He was aware of her distress and certain he knew the reason for it but this too was part of his plan for her training and education. She must understand, sooner rather than later, that she would obey him in all things -- and that he would not brook substantial discussion or argument in any matter. But that if she submit to him wholly and trust him, that he would always keep her pleasure and best interest to heart. He was, he thought, not above bribing her and rewarding her with more and increasing pleasure. 

Finishing with the fire he returned to the settee, pulling Allyson down onto his lap as he sat down, his hands lingering on the swell of her breasts and the curve of her buttocks. She sighed and shivered with pleasure when he bent to press a kiss to her lips. His fingers tugged gently at the copper thatch between her thighs and he murmured, "Spread your legs, Kitten" pleased that she did so now with no hesitation at all. 

Sliding his fingers between the slippery folds of her sex he slipped two fingers easily into her moist depths, his thumb resting alongside her clit, in much the same way the young doctor had just roused her to orgasm. "I'm very glad you're learning to let yourself enjoy the pleasure your body is capable of giving you, Pet. Before long we'll work on some other ways of bringing you pleasure, as well as on your self-control." 

At her look of confusion he continued, "It's important for you to be able to feel pleasure. I'm very pleased and proud that you can. It's also important for you to understand that you belong to me...you are mine...my wife. I will say how you can and cannot feel pleasure...when you can and cannot feel pleasure...and with whom. You will learn that your body and your pleasure belongs to me as well. As long as you obey me you will be rewarded...defy me..."

Allyson shivered at the look in his eyes. She couldn't imagine defying him. He was a man, older...and...her husband. All of her life she'd been expected to submit meekly, without question or argument when her father spoke. Now that she was married she expected to do the same with her husband. 

Hearing a slight noise behind them in the room, Lord Allensby called the maid forward as well, addressing both of the young women now, "Molly, there are times that you will need to come and go from this room -- either into the rest of the house, or out to the local markets and merchants. Since that is true I cannot place you under the same rule as my Lady wife regarding dress. I will say, however, that I expect you to always be accessible for our use and our needs."

The girl bobbed a curtsy and Ronald was pleased to see a slight smile lifting the corners of her mouth. "Now, as to your activities earlier. I have no objection as yet to the two of you 'getting to know each other', as long as I am present in the rooms. If I am elsewhere then I expect you to refrain until such time as I can be reached for permission, or I can join you. And Allyson, when I say that your body and your pleasure belongs to me, I mean it. No matter how 'hungry' or desperate you feel you are not allowed to touch yourself or bring yourself pleasure unless I specifically direct you to. Do you understand?"

The color flowed over her body in waves, an ocean in pink and coral as she blushed and tried to stammer out a response, "B-but Ronald, I would n-n... I c-c-couldn't..." Finally she gave up and subsided with a nod and a gasped, "Yes, Ronald. I-I-I understand."

Pulling his fingers from her juicy quim he licked one clean before holding the other to her lips. Her lips tightened briefly but then her mouth opened, her tongue tip extruding to lick at his finger delicately. Her gray eyes never left his as she licked his finger clean of her juices. Opening her mouth wide enough for him to place his finger inside she continued to slide her tongue over and around the digit as she sucked at it, generating an immediate response between his legs.

"Mmmmm," he groaned with pleasure. "That's lovely, Kitten. Do you think you could do that to my cock as well?" 

When she smiled and nodded he kissed the tip of her nose, setting her onto the floor between his legs. She dropped to her knees, reaching forward to grasp his cock. He was still only half erect and she cupped him with one hand, stroking his appendage with an index finger before bending to kiss the tip and run her tongue up and down the shaft. Her warm breath caressed him as she bent to examine him closely, pausing here and there for deep inhalations. He wondered at first what she was doing until she lifted her face to look up at him, her eyes radiant as she informed him, "You smell so GOOD Ronald...the way a man should."

He chuckled, knotting his fingers into her auburn curls and pressing her face back to his groin. "I'm glad you like it, Kitten...now SUCK my cock!" he commanded. Her obvious eagerness to please him more than made up for her lack of experience, and he actually didn't mind the occasional graze of her teeth. As his arousal and need for release grew, so did his need to thrust. Reminding himself sternly that it was only their second full day of marriage, and that to frighten or hurt her now would certainly slow all of the progress they had made thus far, he stopped her in mid-stroke, his hands firm as they cradled her head. Her eyes flew open and she looked up at him, smiling happily and scrambling onto his lap when he said, "Come here girl."

Far from mere submission alone to this stranger who was now her husband, Allyson was feeling a growing infatuation. There were, in her feelings, elements of hero worship for his rescue of her from her father, but he was also one of the handsomest men she'd ever seen...not, she admitted, that she'd seen many handsome men, but Ronald's confidence and maturity, as well as a subtle sexual confidence, drew her like a magnet. His ability to find and draw out her new found passion and lust certainly played a part in her budding feelings, but so did his kindness to her and his concern for her. She was under no delusion that it could have been much worse. There were many that her father gambled with, she knew. Some that he'd brought to the house with him had been simply repulsive, although others had been...frightening. 

Pressed close to her husband's body, however, the firm length of his cock wedged between their bellies and her own moist heat against his thighs, Allyson felt...not simply safe, but treasured and beautiful and far more sensual than she'd ever expected to feel. His large hands cupped her breasts, lifting them to his lips and her head fell back. She moaned with bliss as pleasure shot through her, seeming to run straight from her nipple to her sex and she rubbed against his thigh seeking relief from her own growing need. His hands moved to her bum, lifting her against him and his voice sounded hoarse to her ears when he said, "Reach down, Pet. Put him in you."

Biting her bottom lip in concentration she reached between them, grasping his shaft and sliding it backwards. Inexperienced as she was, still she knew when she'd found the right spot, sinking down as he slid home inside her, filling her with his heat. The feeling of fullness made her head spin -- a feeling of completeness she seemed to have been waiting for all of her life. His hands stayed on her arse and he began to raise and lower her, as if she were riding a horse, as he did his fingers slid closer to the tight spiral of her sphincter. She recalled the thrill she'd felt when he put his finger inside her and wondered if he might do it again. Meanwhile she was finding that the feel of her nipples, hard as rocks, scraping and tangling in the curls on his chest, was quickly becoming a blissful torture. It seemed as though each flick of her nipple was echoed between her legs and she wanted...oh, she didn't know what she wanted but the feeling was growing...a maddening, itching, burn that needed...

"Touch yourself," he growled hoarsely, and when she didn't respond immediately he repeated, "Take your hand, Pet, and touch yourself...rub your clit!" He pressed a finger against her anus until it gave under the pressure, allowing him to penetrate deeper. Allys moaned with the pleasure she was feeling and, as directed, worked her hand down between them. As she touched the spot that the doctor had rubbed earlier, and that Ronald himself focused on so often, she felt all of her need...all of the heat in her body...gathering there. Even as her slender fingers began to press and rub at the protuberance she found there, she marveled at Ronald's ability to sense her desire without a word being spoken. 

He was pounding her rapidly now, the scrape of her nipples across his chest setting fire to his senses as well. He buried a second finger in the tight tunnel of her rectum. She moaned with pleasure and her head fell back, her hair tickling his thighs while her fingers rubbed more frantically at her cunny. The smell of her rose in his nostrils and the first flutters of her orgasm began to ripple along his prick. Bellowing unintelligibly he pulled her down against him, pressing deep inside her as the hot jets of his seed began filling her. She writhed against him, her hand continuing to squirm and rub as the waves of her climax tore through her, finally collapsing limp and glowing in his arms.

Ronald had closed his eyes tightly in his extremity, but when the pleasure/pain of his scalding emission diminished he opened them again. Over the top of his bride's tumbled curls he spotted her maid, curled on the floor against a table leg, her own fingers tightly pressed between her own thighs, her breasts dripping. The sight was enough to harden him again although he had already begun to soften. 

Feeling the warmth as their mingled cum began to drip from the tight confines of his wife's cunny he exclaimed, "Here.....GIRL!"

Allys started against him, attempting to rise from his chest but he held her against him, spreading his legs below her and keeping the two fingers of his one hand buried in her arse. Molly looked at them, from across the room and licked her lips hungrily, crawling to them and ducking below. Allys started and gave a squeak of surprise but stopped her attempts to escape when his hands tightened on her again. Ronald could feel the darting strokes of Molly's tongue against his thighs and balls and assumed she was similarly laving her mistress' parts. He knew it for certain when he felt her tongue circling Allys' anus where his fingers were snugly encased. Allys moaned and shivered against him -- looking down he noted that her eyes were tightly closed again as she focused on her growing pleasure. 

His cock, astonishingly, was once again a rod of cast iron, despite his 50 plus years and his lagging 'abilities' of the past few years. His young friend and personal physician had assured him that such decrease in his vigor was entirely natural considering his age and he thought briefly that he should recommend taking a young, virgin bride or mistress...or both he thought with an inner chuckle...to all of his peers with similar complaints. 

He smacked his free hand hard against the rounded curve of Allyson's buttocks, resulting in a loud report and a satisfying sting. The girl squeaked again and lifted against him. Pulling his fingers from her rectum he ordered, "Get up Kitten...and turn around."

Unable to stand straddling his widely splayed thighs, she stood between them and turned, facing outward. He pulled her back against him, wishing for a moment to bury his prick between the full globes thus presented, but he held off, sticking to his mental plans and knowing that his friend would soon be sending him the wherewithal to ease his access to that glorious passage. Slipping a hand between the girl's marble thighs he found her cunny. B'god the girl was positively dripping wet and exuding nearly as much heat as the hearth across the room. He stroked her once, and again before easing his cock back into her wet velvet heat. Lifting her thighs he spread them to straddle his own, feeling the little maid on the floor moving forward again -- her tongue once again busy against them both.

Allys jerked with surprise but involuntarily rocked atop him, sending a wave of pleasure through them both. Molly bent low to lave his balls, sucking each one into her mouth and cradling them with lips and tongue before returning her talented tongue to his wife's private parts. Allys' hands tightened on his thighs as she looked down, watching the other girl's mouth and tongue moving against her. Ronald reached forward to cup her breasts, kneading her nipples between thumb and index finger, and her head fell back, her long hair tickling his chest and belly.

"Have you ever ridden a horse Kitten?" he gasped the question once, then repeated it, his fingers tightening to near painful levels when she failed to respond. She nodded emphatically and he caught her strangled, "...side-saddle..."

"Soon you will learn the pleasures of riding astride...until then...do your best my Pet." He panted the command, feeling his balls drawing up and tightening as his pleasure grew. He would have to buy a cheval glass in order to fully appreciate times like these but knew, having observed others in similar pastimes, what he was missing by way of visual stimulation. Molly seemed to have her mouth permanently glued against her mistress' sex now but he felt her hand reaching to cup his testicles, one finger sliding back along the bridge of his flesh. He eased forward slightly and she pressed down against his own anus, sliding a finger deep inside to massage his nut, and he groaned aloud with pleasure. 

Allys was rocking and sliding atop him, her movements disjointed and inexperienced, but all the more exotic and pleasurable for all that. Her bluntly rounded nails were digging into his thighs while she tried her best to focus on both his cock buried inside and the tongue that was teasing and tormenting her clit. He had a sudden fantasy of Molly upon his lap, his cock buried in her arse and his fingers pulling the milk from her tits while his bride buried HER mouth against them and came...roaring his pleasure loud enough to rattle dishes on the table.

Simultaneously he became aware of his butler bending to announce quietly, "The Apothecary's lad brought round the items you requested, m'Lord." The man held the smaller box of the 'Dr. Young's Rectal Dilators' open for inspection atop the larger wooden box of the 'Mayer and Meltzer's Enema and Pump' equipment... 



Of Lords and Ladies Ch. 07



As Ronald inspected the equipment Mansfield was displaying for him he was surprised to feel Allyson quivering atop him. Thinking perhaps that she was cold he instructed Molly to stir up the fire and add some wood but Allys forestalled him by reaching out to delicately stroke one of the shiny ebony dilators. 

"These are pretty my Lo...Ronald," she corrected herself. "What are they for?"

"They're for your beautiful round arse, Pet."

She raised her eyes to his, searching his face for any signs he was joking. "We'll start today with this little one," he explained. "And every day or so we'll start to use the next larger..."

She bit her bottom lip...appearing more thoughtful than fearful, he noted, with no little surprise. Her fingers did not even tremble as she stroked the largest of the implements.

"They go...in me? My bottom?"

"Yes Pet, exactly." Reaching forward and below her, he circled her anus with his fingertip, observing with interest the gooseflesh that rose on her skin as her nipples hardened.

She nodded in satisfaction at having worked it out correctly. Blushing heavily she admitted in a murmur, "I thought so. It feels...I like it when...when you put your fingers there. But...I don't...to what purpose Ronald?"

"Because it suits me to do so," the warning note in his voice was unmistakable, even to his inexperienced bride. Bending his head to nip at her earlobe he added sotto voce, "And so that I can fuck your arse and bring us both pleasure."

The hard points of her teats seemed to swell even larger at that. "Can...can I...will it still make me pregnant if you plant your seed there Ronald?"

He chuckled at her question. "All sex is not solely about getting my heirs on you Kitten. More often than not we'll fuck for the sheer pleasure of it. But there will come a time, once you ARE with child, when we will not be able to engage in our pleasures in the 'normal' ways and we will have to find other means of enjoying our marital rights."

She touched the larger wooden box then. "And the clyster Ronald?"

"To ensure that your rectum is as clean and sweet as your pussy of course."

She nodded thoughtfully but he was surprised to note, as she wiggled a bit on his lap, how wet and aroused she seemed to be. "Will you be giving me the treatments yourself Ronald?"

He kissed her nose. "No Pet, but I will be watching to make certain everything proceeds correctly and that you're an obedient puss... Have you had enemas before?"

She wiggled again. "Oh YES m'Lo...Ronald. When I was little Nanny would take care of my bum...but when I grew up either Mama or Frannie the maid would take care of me. But Papa always watched too, to make certain that I was being a good girl and holding everything properly. Papa believes very strongly that a good cleansing once or twice a week keeps us all healthy and strong."

'I'm sure he does,' Ronald thought to himself, thinking as well that he hoped this phase of her training went as smoothly as everything else had until now. At the mental vision of her arse in the air - tight pink rosebud clenched tightly around the clyster nozzle with her moist pink sex open and dripping below...her soft round belly growing taut and distended as the fluid pumped into her...he felt himself stirring at his thoughts.

Turning to the young maid, "Molly, p'r'aps now would be as good a time as any to start her Ladyship's training."

Molly glanced at him with a knowing look, dropping her eyes briefly where his cock was beginning to thicken and grow longer but she bobbed an immediate curtsey. "If you'll come with me, m'Lady."

The dark little maid was swiftly efficient - padding the bed thickly with towels and preparing a basin of warm soapy water. Allyson climbed willingly onto the bed, settling herself face down with her head on her folded arms, her knees spread wide below her and the rounded globes of her buttocks in the air. Simply watching the procedure was making him hard again and he settled down nearby, back propped against some pillows - stroking himself thoughtfully and enjoying the feelings his hand was generating. 

Molly coated the enema nozzle thoroughly with glistening white petrolatum before turning her attention to her mistress' bum. She applied another generous portion to the winking sphincter presented, swirling it professionally around the tight spiral and even pressing her coated finger inside - working it around to ensure adequate lubrication. Placing the ebony nozzle of the apparatus against Ally's anus she slid it inside her with apparent ease while the other girl sighed with what sounded suspiciously like pleasure.

The syringe having already been filled with the warm soapy water, Molly began gently depressing the plunger as Allys sighed again - her thighs easing further apart and the rosy lips of her cunny peeping open. A clear bead of moisture appeared and Ronald licked his lips in anticipation. Reaching out with his free hand he slid his thumb between the girl's lips which were opening and engorging as he watched, quite resembling the blooming of some exotic flower. Slipping his thumb into her cavity he rubbed it firmly against the thicker tissue he found within, causing the little chit to squirm and quiver while gooseflesh broke out over her arse. Her juices liberally bedewed his digit and he slid it out and down, over the swollen pink pearl of her clit, enjoying the sweet moan of pleasure she gave in response. 

His prick was a swollen club of muscle now and gently oozing pre-cum. He continued to stroke himself, rubbing a thumb across the head and smearing the slick substance around the mushroomed tip. Allys' belly swelled with the clyster, giving her the sweetly rounded appearance of a girl newly got with child. The thought that soon it might be so caused Ronald's cock to swell and harden further than he'd thought possible and he couldn't wait until it was true.

Molly slid the shiny, black nozzle out from her Mistress' rectum and Ronald watched in fascination as Allys' belly roiled with the effect of the enema. The chit moaned again, pressing herself back against his hand, a moan not entirely comprised of pleasure as she began to cramp with the need to expel the fluid and her bowel's contents. 

"Please m'Lord..." she began, in a near whisper, "Please Ronald..."

"Please what Pet?" He smiled at the nickname, picturing her, for a moment, collared like one of his hounds.

"Please...I need to...I have to...ohhhhh please..." she begged sweetly.

"You have to learn control my Kitten...You may shit when I say you may." 

Sliding his body around on the bed he positioned himself so that she could easily reach his groin and his dripping staff. 

"Make me cum my Pet, and then you have my leave to ease your bowels." 

Continuing to lightly stroke and rub her clit and inside her cunt he watched in fascination as her sphincter tightened and her arse quivered with the strain of holding her release. Her warm lips wrapped themselves around his cock and he buried his freed hand in her hair, pulling her head down as he thrust his hips up and forward until he could feel the muscles at the back of her throat attempting to swallow him, nearly gagging in the process. Easing back for a moment he allowed her to take a breath before pressing forward again. The flow of moisture from her honey pot increased as he watched - whether in response to her need to release the enema, or her need for sexual release was impossible to tell. Her mouth was watering too as her desperation increased and the hot flow of her saliva ran down his prick and over his balls.

Giving himself over to the pleasure he was feeling he pressed her down, again and again, hard against his groin while she struggled to draw breath. His thumb swirled hard over her clit and he felt the quivering tension in her thighs increase. Finally, with a near roar of pleasure he thrust his hips up against her face, one last time as the burning pulse of his emission shot down her throat. 

Her hands clawed against the bed linens as she fought to both swallow and breathe simultaneously. In spite of her struggle to cope she continued to press against his thumb with astonishing force until, with a gasp of astonished gratification, she tensed and writhed with her own release. 

He smacked her bum loudly with one cupped palm, raising an immediate red handprint on the white globe.

"Now Kitten. Go and relieve yourself. Clean yourself well and Molly will place the first of the dilators..." he commanded.

~ ~ ~ ~

The next several days seemed to pass in a maelstrom of mundane to sublime moments. Routine dress fittings and appointments with the milliner took up much of the new bride's time. His lordship was equally occupied with matters of business and the management of his estate. Yet, there were times within each passing day...and night...when their cries of pleasure would echo through the house, causing his staff to pause and smile at each other in passing before continuing on with their duties. 

Every morning Allyson would be subject to an internal cleansing, followed by the placement of one of the dilators. She would then be required to wear the device throughout the day, whether staying at home reading and sewing, or out in public at the sempstress' shop or beginning to make the social calls required of her new station in life. 

At Molly's recommendation a personal sempstress was added to the household staff. One of the young dressmakers attached to the household of Molly's previous 'employer' was found to be quite handy with a needle, as well as being amenable to the direction of Lord Allensby in matters of his wife's dress and fashion. Ronald had noted with disfavor an increasing popularity of both joined leg knickers and the one piece 'combination' garment combining the functions of chemise and knickers. The new little dressmaker, Hetty by name, was quite happy to provide her new mistress with lace and embroidery embellished knickers and pantaloons in the more traditional - separate leg and open crotch - style. Ronald did approve the new style of crinoline and bustle with the French-type, 'Health' corsets which thrust Allyson's bosom and arse into prominence while allowing for a flat dress front and, with proper lacing, a waist he could span with his two hands.

Additionally, the young dressmaker created an innovative design for Allys' riding habit, also making use of the split leg style similar to pantaloons. The fullness of each individual leg masked the fact, when Lady Allensby was mounted, that her cunny and arse were pressed directly onto her saddle. Ronald was so inspired by this creation that he contrived, with the help of a saddle maker, to manufacture a 3 horned sidesaddle. The appropriately placed third horn slid into Allys' sweet cunny when she was correctly 'mounted'. 

The first time Ronald had taken Allys riding with the new fashioned habit and saddle she had nearly swooned with pleasure, allowing her husband his first (longed for) opportunity to 'correct' his bride's behavior. He had had the foresight to order his carriage to follow them on their early morning ride through the park. The early hour had fortunately prevented too many witnesses to his wife's faintness, however Ronald took the opportunity, on their return home, to instruct his young wife on decorum and appropriate public behavior.

With Allys stretched naked over his desk and Molly standing by to restrain her mistress' movements Ronald explained the need to mask her feelings...appropriately punctuating his instruction with judicious application of his riding crop against Allyson's alabaster rump. 

"I did NOT give you permission to cum..." 

SMACK!

She jumped at the first blow. He'd chosen the riding crop deliberately and judiciously, knowing that it would cause no permanent damage, even though she might suffer a day or so with a smarting backside. He was discovering, somewhat to his dismay, that with every day that passed he was thinking of her less as his possession and more as his bride and his love. Always and only HIS...but no longer simply a thing for his use and training - more as someone he wanted to mold and discipline into acceptance of his world and its pleasures.

"You humiliated yourself by your behavior..."

SMACK!

The rosy stripes began to lace the globes of the girl's buttocks as she writhed and shrieked. Her movements as she fought to free herself from Molly's iron grip, as well as the appearance of her sweet reddened arse and the fact that her cunt was freely dripping honey down her thighs, all served to inflame her husband's senses. Allys' buttocks clenched over and over, tensing against the expected pain of each stroke of the crop - tightening around the mid-sized dilator firmly seated within the spiral rosebud of her anus.

Ronald had intended to wait another day or so to allow the girl to become accustomed to the last and largest dilator of the set. As he considered the vision she presented, however, he was compelled to change his plan. Tossing the crop to one side and grabbing Allyson's hips he rolled her over. Tears stained her face and she clasped her trembling bottom lip between her teeth to avoid squealing with pain when her bruised buttocks landed on the desktop. Pushing her legs up and apart Ronald thrust his length into her without further ado. He pounded into her pussy without apology or consideration, his arms bracing her legs up and apart. She tossed her head, tears continuing to flow freely as her bottom was repeatedly pounded against the hard surface of her husband's desk. Molly watched open mouthed, one hand firmly clamped between her own thighs while his Lordship fucked his wife.

Ronald could hear the slap of their bodies coming together and the juicy noises his cock was making in Allys' quim. Pulling the dilator from his wife's arsehole he stepped back and positioned the swollen head of his nectar covered cock at the gaping hole. Pushing forward he sank his cock to the hilt in the tight channel. Allys' eyes opened wide, her pupils dilating till the orbs looked more black than gray and she exhaled sharply - the sound less of a scream than a moan. Pulling back until only the head of his prick was contained within the tight pucker he drove forward again, and then again. He realized as he did that the juices from Allys' cunny were dripping freely down her crack and continuing to lave his shaft. 

Ronald groaned deeply continuing to pound into Allys' anus while she began to utter her own, barely suppressed, moans of pleasure. Her hips began to lift and thrust, rubbing her wet open pussy against his belly. 

'Begad,' he thought with astonishment, 'the little slut is going to cum.'

She wasn't the first female he'd bum-fucked but, as with so many other things, she was the most responsive. It might, he admitted, be due to the care he'd taken in preparing her, but he suspected that it was an essential part of her sensual nature to find pleasure in most of their activities. 

His last conscious thought before exploding in her tight passage was how well it boded for the future...for their future together.