endured such a thing. The delicate blush on
Eleanor's cheeks had heightened to a bright pink, and Irene's hands
were beginning to tremble so badly that she had to put her teacup
down.
"How can you even think
something like that might be enjoyable?" Irene asked, practically
glaring at Cynthia.
For the first time in
days, Grace felt like truly smiling. While she and Irene were
on much better terms now, she couldn't help but enjoy the other
woman's discomfiture. It was quite nice not to be the most
scandalous lady in the room. Cynthia might be young, but
Grace already liked her quite a bit. Given a bit of polish,
Cynthia would have been every bit as popular in London as Grace had
been herself; having met her, Grace wasn't at all surprised that
the Earl of Spencer had snapped her up for himself. They were
two Originals, and a free spirit like Cynthia would suit the wild
Earl down to the ground.
"I don't recommend it," Eleanor
replied, less vehemently, giving Irene an amused look.
"Sometimes Edwin... well, he makes spanking almost nice.
I don't think that's possible with a birching."
"Nice?" chorused Irene and Grace
together, in matching tones of bewilderment. Eleanor's flush
brightened even further, but her hand was steady on her tea cup.
There was no danger of spilling even a drop onto the delicate
blue and white damask of her skirt.
"When it's not a
punishment," Eleanor said stoutly. Like Cynthia, she was
finding her own enjoyment in being able to shock her friends.
After all, she was well aware that Irene would be disciplined
by Hugh for misbehavior, and Cynthia had already confided in
Eleanor about her own experiences. Grace hadn't seemed at all
condemning over Cynthia's revelations, which had bolstered
Eleanor's confidence in sharing her own secrets. "Sometimes
we just do it for fun."
Now even Cynthia looked thunderstruck,
not to mention more than a little intrigued. "You mean, you
don't have to get in trouble to earn a spanking?"
"You try to be spanked?" Irene asked
the younger woman, before Eleanor could answer. She looked as
though she was getting a headache, trying to assimilate all these
new ideas.
Cynthia rolled her
expressive brown eyes; the smile on her face was pure mischief as
she continued to twit Irene. "Of course... I like it,
remember?" Then her expression changed, as she wrinkled her
nose. "I didn't like being belted so much..." Although,
she had found great pleasure afterwards. But she wasn't going
to bring up the particulars of that encounter. It took quite
a bit to embarrass her, but she wasn't ready to ask the other women
if they'd ever been punished inside their
bottoms.
That was too new of an experience for
even her to be brazen about.
"Belted?" Irene whispered,
looking horrified. "He belted you?"
Nodding, Cynthia smiled sweetly.
"When I snuck into his bedroom and tried to seduce
him."
Grace burst out laughing,
quickly setting her teacup down on the table so that it didn't
spill. The laughter looked much more natural on her face than
the forlorn expression she'd been wearing for most of the morning,
so Cynthia was glad. Her own eyes sparkled merrily. She
might not be an acknowledged beauty like Eleanor or Grace, but both
of them seemed to like her. Irene was too polite to be rude, even
if she was scandalized, but she didn't seem to dislike Cynthia, for
all her disapproval.
They were a diverse group, not just in
looks, but also in temperament. Despite Grace's maudlin
demeanor when she'd first been introduced, Cynthia recognized the
spark and fire of a fellow troublemaker in her. The same
spark that she'd felt from Eleanor. Irene would be the one to
keep them toeing the line, she was sure. Shocking her was
quite a bit of fun, and it was becoming increasingly obvious that
Cynthia wasn't the only one who felt so. The Countess would
probably approve whole-heartedly of Irene as a calming influence on
Cynthia. For
Eleanor's cheeks had heightened to a bright pink, and Irene's hands
were beginning to tremble so badly that she had to put her teacup
down.
"How can you even think
something like that might be enjoyable?" Irene asked, practically
glaring at Cynthia.
For the first time in
days, Grace felt like truly smiling. While she and Irene were
on much better terms now, she couldn't help but enjoy the other
woman's discomfiture. It was quite nice not to be the most
scandalous lady in the room. Cynthia might be young, but
Grace already liked her quite a bit. Given a bit of polish,
Cynthia would have been every bit as popular in London as Grace had
been herself; having met her, Grace wasn't at all surprised that
the Earl of Spencer had snapped her up for himself. They were
two Originals, and a free spirit like Cynthia would suit the wild
Earl down to the ground.
"I don't recommend it," Eleanor
replied, less vehemently, giving Irene an amused look.
"Sometimes Edwin... well, he makes spanking almost nice.
I don't think that's possible with a birching."
"Nice?" chorused Irene and Grace
together, in matching tones of bewilderment. Eleanor's flush
brightened even further, but her hand was steady on her tea cup.
There was no danger of spilling even a drop onto the delicate
blue and white damask of her skirt.
"When it's not a
punishment," Eleanor said stoutly. Like Cynthia, she was
finding her own enjoyment in being able to shock her friends.
After all, she was well aware that Irene would be disciplined
by Hugh for misbehavior, and Cynthia had already confided in
Eleanor about her own experiences. Grace hadn't seemed at all
condemning over Cynthia's revelations, which had bolstered
Eleanor's confidence in sharing her own secrets. "Sometimes
we just do it for fun."
Now even Cynthia looked thunderstruck,
not to mention more than a little intrigued. "You mean, you
don't have to get in trouble to earn a spanking?"
"You try to be spanked?" Irene asked
the younger woman, before Eleanor could answer. She looked as
though she was getting a headache, trying to assimilate all these
new ideas.
Cynthia rolled her
expressive brown eyes; the smile on her face was pure mischief as
she continued to twit Irene. "Of course... I like it,
remember?" Then her expression changed, as she wrinkled her
nose. "I didn't like being belted so much..." Although,
she had found great pleasure afterwards. But she wasn't going
to bring up the particulars of that encounter. It took quite
a bit to embarrass her, but she wasn't ready to ask the other women
if they'd ever been punished inside their
bottoms.
That was too new of an experience for
even her to be brazen about.
"Belted?" Irene whispered,
looking horrified. "He belted you?"
Nodding, Cynthia smiled sweetly.
"When I snuck into his bedroom and tried to seduce
him."
Grace burst out laughing,
quickly setting her teacup down on the table so that it didn't
spill. The laughter looked much more natural on her face than
the forlorn expression she'd been wearing for most of the morning,
so Cynthia was glad. Her own eyes sparkled merrily. She
might not be an acknowledged beauty like Eleanor or Grace, but both
of them seemed to like her. Irene was too polite to be rude, even
if she was scandalized, but she didn't seem to dislike Cynthia, for
all her disapproval.
They were a diverse group, not just in
looks, but also in temperament. Despite Grace's maudlin
demeanor when she'd first been introduced, Cynthia recognized the
spark and fire of a fellow troublemaker in her. The same
spark that she'd felt from Eleanor. Irene would be the one to
keep them toeing the line, she was sure. Shocking her was
quite a bit of fun, and it was becoming increasingly obvious that
Cynthia wasn't the only one who felt so. The Countess would
probably approve whole-heartedly of Irene as a calming influence on
Cynthia. For
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