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arching to lift her buttocks clear of the floor. I continued
tonguing her languidly until she became still. After a while I
turned onto my back and drew her on top of me once more, a position
that seemed both natural and thoroughly agreeable. With my cloak
over us for warmth, I felt content to lie there forever.
As we rested
quietly in the aftermath, her head on my chest, I again rubbed her
back for comfort. Inevitably my hand slid down to her firm round
buttocks, which I patted absently. She tensed, and I realised I'd
unwittingly reminded her of what awaited her at the house.
'Will it hurt
very much, Jamie,' she murmured, 'when they spank me?'
I was about to
say no, to ease her fears, but caught myself in time. That might be
the unkindest trick of all, not knowing these men or what they
planned to do to her. Some spankers - my friend Humphrey, for
instance - were almost gentle with their slaves, whilst others
could be brutal indeed. I was somewhere in the middle, perhaps,
moderate at times, particularly where the spanking was for sport,
harsher on occasion. With a true punishment beating it very much
depended on the nature of the offence, but even here I set myself a
strict limit. I would never beat any woman so severely as to leave
permanent scars, no matter how serious her crime.
I knew a good
few spankers who had no such qualms, however, and would thrash a
female with every ounce of their strength. If Lord Newburn or his
guests fell into that category, Bella was in for a dreadful time
indeed. Somehow I needed to prepare her for the worst, without
scaring the poor girl to death.
'Possibly it
may, Bella,' I said. 'Spankings vary greatly in that regard; some
merely tingle, whilst others can be fierce indeed. Whatever comes,
my dear, you must try to bear it bravely.'
She shivered.
'When I learned my master was planning this party I tried spanking
myself, to see what it felt like. I thought if I grew accustomed to
it I wouldn't be so afraid. I couldn't do it properly, though.'
As if to
demonstrate she reached back to tug the cloak aside, then proceeded
to smack her bottom. She was quite right, of course; she could
bring little force to bear, twisted awkwardly as she was. I
couldn't help smiling at her frown of concentration as she made a
valiant effort nevertheless.
'Here,' I
said, 'allow me.'
My swing was a
little restricted, but I managed to smack her firmly enough even
so. I'd never before spanked a woman in this position, naked and
belly to belly as we were. I realised I'd been missing out on a
veritable treat, for it felt utterly delightful when Bella started
to wriggle under the stinging blows. It was comforting to know that
the noble art, even after a decade and more, still had the capacity
to surprise me.
Finally I
called a halt, interested to learn how she'd found her first
spanking.
'Actually,'
she said brightly, 'it wasn't as bad as I was expecting. I'm sure I
can cope with that, Jamie, even if they all decide to spank me one
after the other.'
'Well,' I
said, sorry to have to shatter her illusions, 'you would normally
be over a master's knee for a spanking with the hand. That would
obviously hurt more, as he could put more force behind it.'
'Oh,' she
said, the smile faltering. 'How much worse would it be?'
'Easier to
show you than to explain,' I said.
We moved back
to the bench, where I sat down and drew her across my lap. Her
buttocks were only slightly pinked at that point, but they rapidly
took on a rosy hue when I began slapping them in earnest. I didn't
stint, for I wanted her to understand that her treatment up to now
had been relatively mild. She was soon gasping and squirming under
the relentless assault, which I sustained for several minutes.
Afterwards she rose and rubbed her bottom, looking rather
subdued.
'You were
right, Jamie,' she said ruefully. 'It did hurt more. Is that the
worst I can expect?'
'Not quite,' I
said, 'for I wasn't hitting with my utmost strength. Or I might
keep
arching to lift her buttocks clear of the floor. I continued
tonguing her languidly until she became still. After a while I
turned onto my back and drew her on top of me once more, a position
that seemed both natural and thoroughly agreeable. With my cloak
over us for warmth, I felt content to lie there forever.
As we rested
quietly in the aftermath, her head on my chest, I again rubbed her
back for comfort. Inevitably my hand slid down to her firm round
buttocks, which I patted absently. She tensed, and I realised I'd
unwittingly reminded her of what awaited her at the house.
'Will it hurt
very much, Jamie,' she murmured, 'when they spank me?'
I was about to
say no, to ease her fears, but caught myself in time. That might be
the unkindest trick of all, not knowing these men or what they
planned to do to her. Some spankers - my friend Humphrey, for
instance - were almost gentle with their slaves, whilst others
could be brutal indeed. I was somewhere in the middle, perhaps,
moderate at times, particularly where the spanking was for sport,
harsher on occasion. With a true punishment beating it very much
depended on the nature of the offence, but even here I set myself a
strict limit. I would never beat any woman so severely as to leave
permanent scars, no matter how serious her crime.
I knew a good
few spankers who had no such qualms, however, and would thrash a
female with every ounce of their strength. If Lord Newburn or his
guests fell into that category, Bella was in for a dreadful time
indeed. Somehow I needed to prepare her for the worst, without
scaring the poor girl to death.
'Possibly it
may, Bella,' I said. 'Spankings vary greatly in that regard; some
merely tingle, whilst others can be fierce indeed. Whatever comes,
my dear, you must try to bear it bravely.'
She shivered.
'When I learned my master was planning this party I tried spanking
myself, to see what it felt like. I thought if I grew accustomed to
it I wouldn't be so afraid. I couldn't do it properly, though.'
As if to
demonstrate she reached back to tug the cloak aside, then proceeded
to smack her bottom. She was quite right, of course; she could
bring little force to bear, twisted awkwardly as she was. I
couldn't help smiling at her frown of concentration as she made a
valiant effort nevertheless.
'Here,' I
said, 'allow me.'
My swing was a
little restricted, but I managed to smack her firmly enough even
so. I'd never before spanked a woman in this position, naked and
belly to belly as we were. I realised I'd been missing out on a
veritable treat, for it felt utterly delightful when Bella started
to wriggle under the stinging blows. It was comforting to know that
the noble art, even after a decade and more, still had the capacity
to surprise me.
Finally I
called a halt, interested to learn how she'd found her first
spanking.
'Actually,'
she said brightly, 'it wasn't as bad as I was expecting. I'm sure I
can cope with that, Jamie, even if they all decide to spank me one
after the other.'
'Well,' I
said, sorry to have to shatter her illusions, 'you would normally
be over a master's knee for a spanking with the hand. That would
obviously hurt more, as he could put more force behind it.'
'Oh,' she
said, the smile faltering. 'How much worse would it be?'
'Easier to
show you than to explain,' I said.
We moved back
to the bench, where I sat down and drew her across my lap. Her
buttocks were only slightly pinked at that point, but they rapidly
took on a rosy hue when I began slapping them in earnest. I didn't
stint, for I wanted her to understand that her treatment up to now
had been relatively mild. She was soon gasping and squirming under
the relentless assault, which I sustained for several minutes.
Afterwards she rose and rubbed her bottom, looking rather
subdued.
'You were
right, Jamie,' she said ruefully. 'It did hurt more. Is that the
worst I can expect?'
'Not quite,' I
said, 'for I wasn't hitting with my utmost strength. Or I might
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