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her bottom. Raising his hand, he brought it down hard, causing her to jerk with shock at the painful impact.
Alton kept his eye firmly fixed to her bottom as he began to deliver her second spanking. Her cries were somewhat muffled by the voluminous skirt that had been flipped over her head, but he knew they were genuine, for her little bottom was reddening rapidly. Reaching down, he ripped the pantalets completely away, tipping Penelope forward as he did so. Thrown off balance, his betrothed scrabbled to balance herself on her hands, leaving her legs kicking. The action was by design. Now Alton could see between the kicking legs, could see the bare outer lips of her pussy, parted now to reveal the inner petals, pink and engorged.
It was as he suspected, and now he began to change how he spanked her. The blows were still hard but slower as he alternated the spanks with rubs and squeezes. Penelope’s cries became mixed with distressed little moans and when he dipped one finger between her thighs and brought it up through her dewy slit, she shuddered and cried out.
He had to support her when he raised her to her feet. The dress fell back down to reveal a beautiful mess of the woman who’d been so perfectly coiffed in the ballroom. Her hair had spilled from its shiny pins, her face was a shade pinker than her dress, and her rosebud mouth turned down in the prettiest and most confused little pout. His cock nudged hard against the front of his breeches.
“Pleasure and pain. You just experienced them together. The bitter and the sweet, like the tart cherry and the chocolate.” He stared at her. “Was that really so bad? Don’t say you didn’t enjoy it.” He lifted his fingers, coated now with evidence of her arousal. “Your body doesn’t lie.”
Penelope moaned in shame and then mumbled a half-hearted protest as Alton began to deftly remove her gown.
“Oh, please, my lord,” she said. “We’re not yet married. Do not ravish me before we are wed.”
“I don’t plan to ravish you,” he said. “And I promise that, come morning, your virginity will still be intact. But there are things I will teach you before our wedding night, things you need to know to rid your mind of the poisonous misconceptions Lady Whitfield planted there.” As her gown fell to her feet in a puddle of silk, he lifted her from it and walked to the bed. Sitting down, he cradled her in his lap.
“So she told you that I mixed pleasure and pain, and she hated it. Did you?”
Her flush and lowered lashes told him all he needed to know.
“She told you I put my cock in her mouth. This is true, and an art in which I will school you. But she likely did not tell you that I am as fond of giving as I am receiving in this regard.” He stood, depositing Penelope on the bed. Grasping her by the hips, he pulled her to the edge and parted her legs.
“Oh, no. You mustn’t!” She tried to rise as he knelt between them, but he held her fast as he lowered his head. The first taste of her sweet honeyed musk was intoxicating. At first she was tense in his grasp, but as he dragged his tongue up the slit of her pussy and used the tip to coax her little clit from its hiding place, she cried out, her legs gripping his shoulders and pulling him close to her. A flood of her arousal coated his tongue as he dipped a finger inside, feeling for her virgin barrier. Next he moved that finger up to rim her bottom hole. Alton read the signs of Penelope’s body, waiting until she was at a fever pitch from the sensations. When he sensed she was at the crest of her ecstasy, he caught the little nub of pleasure in his teeth, sucking gently until she screamed and her body went stiff and then softened in his grasp like a doll’s.
“Mmmm.” His tongue made one last pass over the slick folds of flesh and he raised himself up, pulling her limp form up on the bed and lying beside her. After a moment, dark lashes fluttered on pale cheeks and she opened her eyes. Her first
Alton kept his eye firmly fixed to her bottom as he began to deliver her second spanking. Her cries were somewhat muffled by the voluminous skirt that had been flipped over her head, but he knew they were genuine, for her little bottom was reddening rapidly. Reaching down, he ripped the pantalets completely away, tipping Penelope forward as he did so. Thrown off balance, his betrothed scrabbled to balance herself on her hands, leaving her legs kicking. The action was by design. Now Alton could see between the kicking legs, could see the bare outer lips of her pussy, parted now to reveal the inner petals, pink and engorged.
It was as he suspected, and now he began to change how he spanked her. The blows were still hard but slower as he alternated the spanks with rubs and squeezes. Penelope’s cries became mixed with distressed little moans and when he dipped one finger between her thighs and brought it up through her dewy slit, she shuddered and cried out.
He had to support her when he raised her to her feet. The dress fell back down to reveal a beautiful mess of the woman who’d been so perfectly coiffed in the ballroom. Her hair had spilled from its shiny pins, her face was a shade pinker than her dress, and her rosebud mouth turned down in the prettiest and most confused little pout. His cock nudged hard against the front of his breeches.
“Pleasure and pain. You just experienced them together. The bitter and the sweet, like the tart cherry and the chocolate.” He stared at her. “Was that really so bad? Don’t say you didn’t enjoy it.” He lifted his fingers, coated now with evidence of her arousal. “Your body doesn’t lie.”
Penelope moaned in shame and then mumbled a half-hearted protest as Alton began to deftly remove her gown.
“Oh, please, my lord,” she said. “We’re not yet married. Do not ravish me before we are wed.”
“I don’t plan to ravish you,” he said. “And I promise that, come morning, your virginity will still be intact. But there are things I will teach you before our wedding night, things you need to know to rid your mind of the poisonous misconceptions Lady Whitfield planted there.” As her gown fell to her feet in a puddle of silk, he lifted her from it and walked to the bed. Sitting down, he cradled her in his lap.
“So she told you that I mixed pleasure and pain, and she hated it. Did you?”
Her flush and lowered lashes told him all he needed to know.
“She told you I put my cock in her mouth. This is true, and an art in which I will school you. But she likely did not tell you that I am as fond of giving as I am receiving in this regard.” He stood, depositing Penelope on the bed. Grasping her by the hips, he pulled her to the edge and parted her legs.
“Oh, no. You mustn’t!” She tried to rise as he knelt between them, but he held her fast as he lowered his head. The first taste of her sweet honeyed musk was intoxicating. At first she was tense in his grasp, but as he dragged his tongue up the slit of her pussy and used the tip to coax her little clit from its hiding place, she cried out, her legs gripping his shoulders and pulling him close to her. A flood of her arousal coated his tongue as he dipped a finger inside, feeling for her virgin barrier. Next he moved that finger up to rim her bottom hole. Alton read the signs of Penelope’s body, waiting until she was at a fever pitch from the sensations. When he sensed she was at the crest of her ecstasy, he caught the little nub of pleasure in his teeth, sucking gently until she screamed and her body went stiff and then softened in his grasp like a doll’s.
“Mmmm.” His tongue made one last pass over the slick folds of flesh and he raised himself up, pulling her limp form up on the bed and lying beside her. After a moment, dark lashes fluttered on pale cheeks and she opened her eyes. Her first
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