The Baron's Bride: A Novel of Erotic Conquest

Chapter Two-2

The same applied to Soames’ equally fervent spanking of the backs and inner aspects of his weeping and wailing subject’s creamy thighs. He switched over to this venue once her buttocks had begun to color past cerise and towards bruising, which he did not care to inflict. Her shrieks got even louder as this new part of her took its turn to become accustomed to his untender ministrations. But as he brought this area of his victim’s rear towards a matching color to its neighbors, the Horse Master noted with satisfaction that the p***y between the two punished thighs only grew more suffused with the blood of its arousal. Equally telling, amidst all of the tempestuous writhings of the succulent feminine parts being spanked, the liquid evidence of their owner’s truest response to her punishment flowed copiously, actually dripping to the floor beneath.

The Horse Master well knew that this lubrication was Mother Nature’s frank preparation of a woman’s front passage for welcome penetration. But his plans trended otherwise, since he had a phobia of siring children out of wedlock because of his own bastard origins. Thus, Mademoiselle’s hungry cunt was to remain unsated at least to the extent that it would only be satisfied by a man’s p***s. But worry not, for the older man took great pride in his ability to elicit the extremes of pleasure from women he’d spanked. Only then would he take his final payment for services rendered by allowing his small but indefatigable c**k to have its way with the tight nether orifice between the buttocks he’d just punished.

In the meantime, Mademoiselle was in a frenzied state of backside pain unlike she’d ever experienced during her decades earlier career as the recipient of corporal punishment. She knew that she found spanking her charges to be sexually exciting, much to her shame. In fact, she routinely imagined the punishments she had just delivered when pleasuring herself in her lonely bed after lights were out. But whether or not receiving exactly the sort of painful attentions she found it stimulating to dispense had been only theoretical until this moment. For the Governess had not a shred of doubt: she was more turned on at the moment her fearsome thigh and buttock strapping ended then she had ever been in her entire life.

And then what seemed like a miracle took place for the bent, bared, and bound brunette. Her erstwhile tormentor dropped his weapon to the floor and knelt, engulfing her p***y in his mouth as sweetly as any female lover ever had. Within seconds, Mademoiselle was coming harder than she ever imagined possible. Jolts of electricity coursed throughout her body as she shrieked and spasmed in an extremity of pleasure that shook her soul to its core for well over a minute. The Horse Master was delighted with this result, finding a piquant sort of power in being able to elicit such a strong positive response from his subject so closely on the tail of enjoying her opposite but equally strong reaction to his more painful exploration of the outer reaches of her senses.

Soames knew from having several local chambermaids and a surprising number of the region’s housewives and widows willingly bend over his saddle horse that some women grew immediately intolerant of further genital stimulation after their orgasm, whereas others could come again without pause. He could discover this immediately with each subject by simply continuing to lick her c******s after she had quieted. If she began to shrink away from this intimate caress, he knew she needed a break before a second course of naughty fun could begin. If his always grateful partner resumed her hips’ motions of mounting arousal, then multiple climaxes could be pursued. If this were the case, the Horse Master had a favorite variation he liked to introduce.

Mademoiselle’s preferences in this regard were undoubted. Her nightly self-pleasurings always consisted of several to half a dozen uninterrupted sequential orgasms, and her avidly writhing pelvis sent a very clear signal that much more would be welcome after her overwhelming initial paroxysm. So the older man kept his mouth engaged with her vulva, but his hands left their purchase on her well-spanked buttocks to unlace his breeches and free his fiercely erect c**k. As he knelt on the tack room floor to perform his oral obiesances, his phallus jutted at just the right height to be engulfed by his subject’s mouth. He withdrew from her p***y long enough to murmur, “I believe the languissement is a uniquely French art, so perhaps Mademoiselle would do me the honor while I pay similar attention to her own nether parts...”

The grateful Governess was only too glad to comply, having been taught the skill by a series of young men in the village where she grew up. Soon she was energetically suckling Soames’ iron hard c**k, grateful both for its firmness (which augured well for future fuckings she hoped for) and its small size (since that meant it was unlikely she’d be choked by its spend, which men seemed to want to drive as deeply in her throat as possible). As well, she recalled his earlier taunt that she could expect to be sodomized by it. Although this prospect intrigued her greatly, she reckoned that the smaller the organ was to take her virginity in that passage, the less frightening that procedure was likely to be.

The couple continued their mutual oral enjoyment of each other for a few minutes until the excited Horse Master roared his pleasure into the still air of the tack room as Mademoiselle swallowed every drop of his lusty ejaculate. Experienced girls from her village in Brittany had instructed their younger compatriots in this art as an act of sisterhood, since men of that era felt perfectly entitled to ravish any young female caught outside of the protection of her family. The willingness to drop to her knees and offer skillful languissement often proved a far less traumatic alternative to being raped. As well it did not cause unwanted pregnancies or risk the spread of the dreaded French Pox (which the Breton locals dubbed the English Pox) that vaginal intercourse seemed to promote. In addition, most of the local girls agreed that taking a man’s c**k in a passageway that had teeth felt more powerful than passively accepting him in either of her two lower orifices.

But Mademoiselle’s current circumstance hardly could be characterized as powerful. Her buttocks and thighs were throbbing fiercely from their spanking, and her limbs were restrained such that the only appendage that could move a centimeter was the head that was bobbing so earnestly in its efforts to serve the Horse Master’s soon resurgent c**k. She doubted he would want to spend himself a second time in her mouth, but felt grateful enough for her liberating punishment and his own oral attentions to her pleasure to continue sucking him energetically as long as his own talented mouth continued its voluptuous kiss between her legs. And within a few minutes, his efforts were rewarded by a second rollicking orgasm from the bound and bent Frenchwoman.

The Governess was correct in her surmise that her oral ministrations after her companion’s initial orgasm were in the service of reviving his c**k for a more challenging penetration soon to come. Once her second paroxysm subsided, Soames withdrew from her mouth and declared: “Time for some f*****g where I’ve just finished spanking, don’t you agree, Mademoiselle?”

The mousy teacher replied fervently, “I would welcome Milord wherever he would have me, but please go easy, as I am virginal in my back passage, and am frightened that he may hurt me since that portal is unused to such activities!”

This response perfectly pleased the sadistic Horse Master, whose erotic pleasure increased in direct proportion to the discomfort of his subjects. Nonetheless, there were a surprising number of local women who knocked on his stable door late at night to offer themselves for exactly the sort of services he was in the midst of bestowing on the panicked Governess. To be sure, the oral pleasuring he interspersed between more challenging attentions was a major draw for his habitués. In fact, some of them were so enamored of receiving the languissement that enduring a spanking and butt f*****g (especially by such a small c**k) was well worth it. But a surprising portion of his regular customers would not have given up their punishments and sodomizations even if offered the chance to do so. It seemed that the sort of expiation of guilt over lustfulness that Mademoiselle experienced was widely felt by females in a society whose religious strictures denied any non-sinful avenues for their desire for s*x. And in an era when contraception was iffy at best, many women learned to prefer being taken in their back passages in order to enjoy f*****g with less subsequent worry.

So Soames kept a jar of saddle soap nearby to the horse over which his subjects were bent and bound, and they all learned to recognize the sound of him unscrewing its lid. Soon thereafter, their private rosettes would feel his intruding finger as he thoroughly lubricated the place he was about to sodomize. In truth, his callused index finger was not that much smaller than his c**k, and being f****d by it turned out to be a good preparation for receiving his avid organ. The Governess groaned as he vigorously anointed her there, both frightened and intrigued by the unprecedented sensation of being entered in that heretofore unplumbed orifice.

And then her moment of truth arrived. His rudely invasive finger was withdrawn as she breathed a sigh of relief. But this was short lived, as immediately she felt the prepuce of his rock-hard erection nosing against her anal rosette. His powerful hands roughly took hold of her well-spanked buttocks, and he leaned in to drive his member slowly past her protesting sphincter muscle. The flustered Frenchwoman found herself once again crying out in a quite undignified manner as her secret passageway was plumbed for the first time by an invading p***s. Her sodomizer took his time, stopping to enjoy what he regarded to be the uniquely delightful stimuli of her tight anal ring’s initial repetitive spasms as it fought either to extrude or to relax enough to accommodate this new intruder. He waited for several minutes until she finally loosened. And then it was nothing but a good long lusty rogering of his trembling target, as the Horse Master drove happily in and out of Mademoiselle’s throbbing derriere with utter abandon.

Now, this did not go on all too long before the mousy Governess discovered a certain enjoyment beginning to grow from her anal penetration. In fact, being sodomized began to feel actually not all that different from being f****d doggy fashion in the place Mother Nature designed to enjoy such activities. And then she was even more pleased to find herself heading rather inexorably towards that blessed event dubbed by her countrymen since time immemorial as ‘le petite mort’, the little death of orgasm. Soon she was coming, rather hard in fact, and her inner spasms of ecstatic release turned out to be quite pleasing to the Horse Master’s invading organ. Enough so, in fact, that his spend was milked form him far earlier than he had planned as he settled in for his usual half-hour of f*****g of a freshly spanked ass. But c’est la vie, he thought, and happily drove as deep as his small organ would permit to inundate the opposite end of his subject’s alimentary canal from that in which his first deposit had been made.