The Baron's Bride: A Novel of Erotic Conquest

Chapter Two-1

Chapter Two

What her preoccupied pupil failed to note was the immediate flush that suffused the pale Frenchwoman’s homely face. For the older woman knew that she was headed to a very familiar venue from her own clandestine nightly visits to the stables, well out of earshot of the main manor house. There dwelt Soames in spartan rooms above the stalls, but these were not the locale to which Mademoiselle headed every night. There she correctly suspected she was escorting her rebellious charge.

For the petite Frenchwoman may have had a beakish nose, snaggled teeth, and small rodent-like brown eyes, but other aspects of her body were far less homely. The Horse Master had noticed this early on, and over the years had exchanged subtle flirtations with the Governess until one night they had burst into flames as the long-deprived middle aged woman snuck out to the stables and knocked on his door. She explained with considerable shame that she was in the grips of a terrible demon of attraction, and needed his help in mastering it. The ruggedly handsome bachelor readily concurred, and suggested, “If Mademoiselle will join me in the tack room down below, I believe I can help her both with her guilt and her...longing.”

Soon, the lamp was lit, the stable doors barred, and the windows shuttered so that no one in the sleepy manor would disturb the excited couple. Then the powerfully muscled older man instructed, “You are to bend over the saddle horse, Mademoiselle, much as you have had your charges position themselves for exactly the same purpose for many years. As you are a grown woman, I will be tying your hands and eventually your feet so you will not be tempted to interfere with all that is to transpire between us. This will absolve you of any guilt or responsibility for any of what I will be doing to you as well, so your soul will not only be cleansed of sin by your spankings, but will not accumulate further penance for what will transpire after you’ve been properly punished. After all, what God would hold a woman responsible for things that happened to her when she was bound and helpless in the hands of a wild brute like myself?”

The Governess, her sallow complexion now wildly flushing in her excitement over the prospect of getting exactly what she had hoped for, exchanged a naughty grin with her ironically smiling companion. She had long suspected he knew exactly what to do with a wicked woman like she knew herself to be. At last her furtive self-pleasurings in the night seemed likely to be supplemented by just the sorts of activities she fantasized while touching herself between her legs every evening after her prayers.

Soames took each of Mademoiselles wrists in hand and guided her gently but firmly to stand with the front of her dress pressed against the well-polished wooden crosspiece of the saddle horse. He noticed with some ill-concealed delight that his subject was trembling slightly, and murmured, “There, there, naughty young woman, I know the prospect of receiving a long-overdue spanking can be a bit frightening. Do not despair; I’ve watched you delivering the very same treatment to that rebellious blonde imp on many occasions, and it will be no worse for you than it is for her. And unlike your student, you can comfort yourself in your momentary emergency that a pleasurable reward lies ahead once you’ve taken your dose of bitter medicine!”

This thought indeed was quite inspiring to the frustrated old maid teacher, who had lusted after the craggy Horse Master for many years. So she voiced nothing but gratitude as he helped her to bend forward and crouched to gently but firmly tie each of her wrists to the bottom of the corresponding leg of the horse. Then the time came for him to bid her goodbye with a comforting pat on her coarse black hair and step around behind her to confront the object of his focus for the next very long and challenging while.

First to come was that delicious moment in which the voluminous skirts and petits-coats worn by all well-bred women of that era were raised and tossed over the jackknifed body of the trembling Frenchwoman. This isolated her in a multi-layered cone of fabric, adding to her sense that all of the intense experiences about to happen to the intimate places below her waist were strangely dissociated from her lively mind. She felt a strange liberation, that no one including her save for the handsome Horse Master could see the parts of her about to be exposed, let alone the lively reactions they were quite likely to have to their coming travails. Even her impending involuntary cries, either of pain or pleasure (actually, she rather hoped, both), would be so muffled by the layers of thick cloth that only her punisher could possibly hear them.

And then Mademoiselle felt his nimble hands undo the ribbon securing her pantalets above the spacious derriere that flared so brazenly from her stylishly narrow waist. Then she sensed with an equal mixture of excitement and trepidation the slow, sensuous slide of the muslin undergarment over her buttocks and down her slender thighs. She wondered with a rather professional interest whether as she did with her students he would leave them to secure her knees to prevent her from kicking too much during her spanking. But it seemed the rugged older man had other plans to accomplish that purpose, ones that far exceeded what would have been proper in the classroom. For once he had guided her ankles out of the discarded smallclothes, she involuntarily moaned as each of her legs was guided firmly outward just as her wrists had been. It was then secured by a soft cord around its ankle to the rear legs of the saddle horse. She had never been so shamelessly splayed to be punished, and this fact excited her enormously.

Soames sighed in satisfaction as he surveyed the fruits of his labors. Arrayed in helpless splendor before his greedy eyes was as perfect a rear end as he could have imagined. It appeared the mousy schoolmistress’ chaste attire concealed the body of a top-drawer courtesan. Her waspishly trim waist blossomed out into two perfectly hemispheric ivory moons whose voluptuous contours were undimpled even by their owner’s fruitless efforts to clench them together to conceal the secret places usually hidden in their deep cleavage. The thighs below them were also pale and smooth, and the voluminously dark-furred p***y between them was shamelessly opened up for his perusal like a ripe fig. Its owner’s true opinion as to the desirability of the impending proceedings was revealed with equal mortifying frankness, as the parted inner lips glistened with the liquors of their owner’s fierce arousal. The Horse Master knew without doubt that his ministrations were to be visited upon an enthusiastically willing subject, and he was glad.

But shame was integral to the proceedings, and so the bent and bared and bound and splayed Governess would need to be taunted as her lower half was prepared for its impending experiences. “My goodness, look what we have here! A perfectly spankable pair of buttocks with a very naughty place between them that leaves no secrets of its mistress’ true feelings about her circumstance! If I didn’t know better about the dignity of such an educated woman, I’d suspect that she was as excited to be punished and plundered as the lustiest courtesan in London!”

Mademoiselle moaned in her inverted cone of fabric as the rough hands of her captor stroked her trembling nether moons. Then she gasped as his fingers shamelessly wandered to her inner thighs as he intoned, “I wonder if she has ever been strapped here? Most schoolmistresses or Nannies restrict their spankings to their miscreants’ buttocks, but especially when I am privileged to punish a grown woman, I find the backs and tender skin of the inner thighs to be an especially effective place to chastise. Has our Governess ever received such attentions?”

The trembling Frenchwoman replied that she had not, and her inquisitor retorted, “How delightful! At least one virginity will be taken tonight. But there are other possibilities in that regard...”

Then his subject moaned louder as his wandering fingers casually found the top of her nether cleavage and teasingly trickled downward towards her most secret of orifices. When he approached this hidden brown rosette, he noted that it was surrounded by a light cluster of dark hairs. His impertinent finger teased these as he tauntingly encircled the contracting delicate tissues and he remarked, “I know the French are noted for their s****l adventurousness...can it be that Mademoiselle has never been taken in this place? I suspect it will be wonderfully tight once her spanking is complete and I plow this tempting rear furrow as my just desserts for hard work on behalf of disciplining such a naughty woman!”

In fact, the Governess had never been sodomized before. Though like many women who eroticized challenging treatment of the outer aspects of their derrieres, she found at least the idea of being f****d there to be more than a little exciting. In fact, she’d even experimented with a carrot filched from the garden and lubricated by some pomade during her nightly masturbations, with rather explosive consequences as to the intensity of the petite mort this addition afforded her. So she murmured, “No, Monsieur, I am a virgin there as well, but in no position to deny you any use of me that pleases you.”

Soames’ small but trusty c**k leapt with excitement at this implied permission. It seemed that nothing of what he planned for his saucy victim would be taking place without her approval. It was time to get on with the festivities.

His weapon of choice for punishing miscreants in his domain was left hanging on a hook in a place of honor on the wall beside the saddle horse. It consisted of a round wooden handle into which was inserted the end of a quarter inch thick piece of brown tanned leather. Once the business end of the device left the handle, it tapered out to a four-inch width for the rest of its total length of about a foot and a half including the handle. The outer eight inches of the implement was divided into four inch wide straps that were quite supple and lent themselves wonderfully to curving around firm surfaces such as the buttocks and thighs so perfectly arrayed to receive them. This was a relic of the Horse Master’s childhood in the lowlands of Scotland, where it was the weapon of choice for disciplining naughty bairns. It was dubbed the Scotch tawse, and over the next years the Governess voluptuous rear end was going to develop more than a passing familiarity with it.

Mademoiselle had been spanked with hands, paddles, straps, and switches during the course of her own childhood in France. But it had been nigh on two decades since her last chastisement on the receiving end. And never had she been punished with anything like the fearsome device Soames dangled before her flushed inverted face. Thus, her trembles as he lasciviously trailed the straps over their impending targets were as much of fear as they were of excitement.

And then the soft caress of hard leather against pristine white buttock flesh was withdrawn. Soon to follow was a far fiercer kiss, as the tawse was briskly applied across both of the splayed nether moons. She heard the soft swoosh of its passage through the still room air and then the shockingly loud crack of its contact with her helpless derriere before any sensation reached Mademoiselle’s fevered brain. Then the delayed transmission of the sensation of the spank reached her consciousness, and she screamed, as much in surprise at its intensity as in reaction to the fierce pain she had only inflicted for many years.

Tears sprang immediately to her eyes, and the Governess could feel her buttocks frantically clenching of their own volition as her spanking proceeded. This was a part of the experience that the Horse Master quite savored, the infinitely charming dance of helpless buttocks as they struggled fruitlessly to accommodate in any way possible to their predicament. But especially when their owner’s legs were bound wide apart, even the most voluptuous of nether moons could not clench fiercely enough to protect a single nerve ending between them from the stinging ends of his tawse when he swung it from the outside in. Since a Governess’ spankings could not possibly be delivered in such a salacious position, women like Mademoiselle who had never received an erotic spanking could not have experienced this particular stimulus.