Lydia's Penance, page 13
SMACK!
Not only that, but Lydia already felt the same relief which had swamped her at the end of her previous spanking. She knew she was guilty, she felt horrible for keeping this secret from him, especially as she agreed with everything he was saying about a marriage, and receiving a well-deserved spanking was actually making her feel quite a bit better emotionally. Even though it did feel like her bottom was roasting in a fire.
SMACK!
Her pussy burned at the hard swat, making her moan and wriggle. A tear dripped from her cheek onto the carpet below her, more of them already pooling in her eyes, ready to follow. It felt like her bottom was swollen and raw, and like it would never feel the same again.
SMACK!
“I’m sorry!” she squealed, trying not to kick, but she could no longer hold back her body’s reactions, and she was ready to start begging. She couldn’t tell him, she couldn’t, but perhaps he would have mercy... “Please, Your Grace, Isaac...”
“You know how to make this stop, my dear.” His voice was rough. Uncompromising. A sob rose in her throat, her thoughts whirling. She felt confused, vulnerable, helpless, and yet at the top of her mind was the instinctive urge to protect her younger sister. Her mind was being overwhelmed by the spanking and she couldn’t think anything through, couldn’t focus on what alternatives there might be - if any, and yet she couldn’t give in either.
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
“I can’t!!!” she cried out, with a loud sob, inspiring a flurry of smacks that landed all over her already chastened nates, and ending with two particularly hard smacks to her sit-spots that had her shrieking. The stinging pain flared and throbbed, and yet, when Isaac’s fingers pressed against her pussy, her insides tightened and coiled and Lydia gasped as she rocked forward. She was on the verge of that blissful spending; the needy coiling in her belly felt as though it was about to snap, if he would just...
Instead, his hand pulled away and she found herself being put on her knees in front of him, looking up at him tearfully.
The wetness coating his fingers did a good deal to placate Isaac’s conscience. He’d never given such a hard disciplinary spanking before. While some of his tastes had run to the more exotic - including crops and small whips - he’d never been so harsh with any portion of a woman’s anatomy as he had been with Lydia’s bottom right now. Isaac had always played with pain with his amours, but not discipline. While he’d spanked his sister on occasion, he only did so until she would have a hard time sitting for the rest of the day, never beyond that. He was sure that Lydia would find difficulty sitting far beyond just a day. Worse, she still hadn’t yielded.
Her bottom had turned a hot, dark red, almost mottled really, and yet he might have kept going if his hand hadn’t started to hurt. The glistening cream coating her pink flesh and darkening her curls had reassured him that she wasn’t being harmed, even if her bottom hurt horribly. A woman’s bottom truly was a magnificent thing, able to take quite a bit of punishment, and yet Isaac was reluctant to push her too far, as he felt he did not have enough experience to judge what might be truly harmful. Arabella had never withstood a spanking to this point.
With his mistresses, they might occasionally play with whipping, spankings, or even a crop that would deliver small and fierce strikes to tiny portions of her body, but they were always aroused. It was never straight punishment like this. Isaac knew women were occasionally birched or even caned, which probably effected them worse than this, but he’d never done so himself and he had trouble imagining using such strong measures on the fairer sex. However, Lydia was certainly giving him the motivation to start imagining it.
She’d found a collection of erotic stories in her stepfather’s library; Isaac’s personal library had a few tomes that he’d used when he first began experimenting with his more adventurous lovers. There were chapters that he hadn’t been interested in before, but that he thought he might be grateful for now. For just a moment, he felt regret that he’d removed them from the Chesterfields. Although they’d never gone into detailed conversation, from a few choice hints here and there, he strongly suspected the Earl of Spencer kept his Countess in line with some fairly harsh measures. And she seemed no worse for the wear. Isaac could use a confidant and some advice.
Unfortunately, the best he could do was write and hope for a quick reply... but to put such things down in writing? No, he dismissed the idea almost as soon as he had it. He would have to rely on his own books until he could seek out advice in person.
The tears on Lydia’s face assuaged a tiny bit of his anger even as a tiny flicker of guilt rose, but then he saw her nipples pressing against the front of her soft gown and when his hand rose to rub on his forehead, he could smell her arousal. There had been no irreparable harm done, to his relief. That knowledge assuaged some of the guilt he’d felt creeping in when he’d looked at her bottom.
“I’m going to let you think about what you would like to say to me,” he said, harshly. “This will not be the last time I will ask you, and if you continue to keep secrets from me, it will not be the last time you are spanked for it either.”
Her lower lip trembled, but her jaw clenched, and Isaac knew no answer would be forthcoming tonight.
Which did not please him, but as he’d spanked her and spanked her, and received no response, he’d also realized that he might not need an answer tonight. They were isolated at the Chase, it was highly unlikely her secrets would affect relations with their neighbors - most of whom stayed home during the Season unless they had children to present, and his instincts told him that her reasons weren’t urgent. Whatever it was that had kept her unhappy at her home, she was now away from them and seemed content with that.
Isaac still wanted to know, needed to know, why she had trapped him, but there was no need to try and spank it out of her tonight, even if he could force himself to harsher measures.
Instead, he’d decided to let her think about it. Let her get to know him a little better. And then he’d ask again. And spank her again, if necessary, although next time he didn’t think he would use his hand. A hairbrush perhaps. Or the paddle that he’d occasionally used on Arabella when she’d been particularly bad, which had always produced immediate and salutary results from his sister. All of his disciplinary spankings in his life, prior to Lydia, had been on his sister’s rump, although he was finding that with Lydia, discipline and erotic pursuits seemed to overlap. It was rather surprising, although not shocking, considering some of his penchants. It just wasn’t something he had expected.
Sighing, he reached out and cupped Lydia’s cheek, wishing he could trust the sad look in her eyes that seemed to exclaim how sorry she was that she wouldn’t trust him with her secrets. If she were truly sorry, wouldn’t she tell him?
His thumb brushed over her lower lip and pressed in, and his breathing hitched, as his thoughts immediately slid from discipline and secrets, to the arousal that had grown as he’d spanked her. Watched her burnished cheeks jiggle with every impact. Watched her hot cunt grow wetter and wetter. Her tongue flicked against the tip of his thumb, and his cock jerked in his pants.
“Since you aren’t going to confide in me, you can use your mouth for something else instead,” he said.
It was what he’d been thinking anyway, in the back of his mind, and he’d known that as soon as he’d put her on her knees before him. The innocent confusion on her face only lasted for a second before her red-rimmed, grey eyes went very wide. A small smile curved his lips. Yes, there were some benefits to having a bride who went searching through the forbidden portions of a library. Perhaps he would leave some of his own collection out for her to find...
But in the meantime.
Isaac released her chin to undo the front of his breeches, his cock springing out. During her spanking, his arousal had grown and waned, depending on his emotions as he’d laid into her tender nates. The moment she’d so lightly suckled on his thumb, tasting it with her tongue, it had swollen to its full length. No conflicting emotions arose from the thought of using her mouth for his pleasure.
“Come,” he said, reaching out to touch her cheek again and then sliding his fingers along her temples and into her hair. He cupped the back of her head, drawing her forward. “Kiss my cock, Lydia.”
A slight hitch in her breath, betrayed her nervousness, but there was curiosity on her face too. She winced slightly as she moved, testament to how very sore her backside was, but she didn’t let that distract her as she bent over him, hands on his thighs. Isaac bit back a groan as her lips touched the head of his cock, like a butterfly’s kiss... her hot breath bathed its length as her tongue came out for a little lick.
She glanced up at him, as if to ask ‘like that?’ and Isaac smiled down at her. “More, my dear... lick me all over and then take me in your mouth. There must have been something in those books you read about a woman taking a man in her mouth.”
“Yes, but,” she hesitated for just a moment, her voice breathy and unsure, but filled with a kind of erotic enthusiasm, “most of the books were not very keen on specifics.”
“I see,” he said, his mouth twitching. He knew immediately what she meant. Most of them spoke of the various sex acts in general terms, focusing more on the impassioned cries of the lovers and what they said to each other as they indulged. He certainly couldn’t remember any books describing, in explicit terms, how to tongue and swallow a cock. Pity that. “Use your tongue to lave my shaft, especially about the tip, and then you’re going to put it in your mouth and suckle... the same way you might have sucked your thumb when you were younger.”
A hot blush rose in her cheeks at his blunt words, but certainly no hotter than her bottom cheeks currently were. Her eyes were slightly hazy with arousal at being spoken to with such clear, erotic demands, and Isaac felt his own sense of satisfaction dominating her so thoroughly. Lydia bent forward and Isaac’s head fell back as she immediately set to pleasing him, by following his instructions explicitly.
Her tongue tasted him, gently at first, and then more firmly as his fingers flexed in her hair and he groaned. The soft flickers of her tongue over the helmet of his cock, exploring the spongy surface, and teasing the source of fluid that made her gasp slightly when she tasted it. It was erotic torment, and yet one he wasn’t in a hurry to end. He was enjoying the innocence of her touch, of her tasting, pleased that - despite the spanking - she didn’t seem frightened of him.
If anything, it almost seemed as though she was becoming aroused. Her breath was hot and fast on sensitive flesh as she licked her way down his shaft. The wetness of her saliva made his cock all the more sensitive to the heat of her breath and the sudden coolness each time she drew a breath in. Her hands were sliding along his thighs towards his cock, and he groaned again when she finally, daringly, wrapping her fingers around the base of his shaft.
“That’s it, my dear,” he said, drawing her head upwards with his hand. “Now take me in your mouth and suck.”
She did so with an innocent’s curiosity, with a submissive woman’s desire to please, and with a little shiver of her own excitement. Isaac gritted his teeth as the warm haven of her mouth slid over his rigid flesh, her tongue flicking against the underside of his cock. He let her set her own pace here as well, let her bob her head up and down, although when she went down he pressed gently, to let her know he wanted her to go further... to take him as deeply as she could.
Each bob of her head, she took more of his length into her mouth, and Isaac looked down to watch her, memorizing the vision of her lips wrapped around his shaft, her forehead slightly wrinkled as she focused on her task. Like he’d told her to, she sucked and suckled as she moved, her mouth working independently of her bobbing head. Either she’d garnered more information than he’d realized from his directions, or she was a natural at this. Isaac groaned again, knowing he wasn’t going to last long, as she pressed down far enough that she choked slightly, and then pulled back, only to press forward again.
The taste was indescribable.
Musky. Heady. Sweet. Tart. A touch bitter. With a distinctive flavoring that only came from flesh. Not that she’d sucked on her thumb in years, but it was the only thing she could compare it to. The fluid leaking from the tip of his cock had been strange, in both taste and texture, but not objectionable.
The groans of his pleasure, the way his fingers tightened in her hair, were nothing but pleasure for her as well. A way of atoning for her lack of trust in him. A way to beg forgiveness.
The swollen throbbing in her bottom had certainly given way to pleasure, which was now pulsing between her thighs, needy and aching. She focused that need on him instead, on taking him deeper into her mouth, until he nudged the back of her throat and her eyes watered. Focusing on him also made the burning into her bottom fade away to a dim ache, a distraction rather than an imposition.
She bobbed her head up and down, having noticed how much he liked that, understanding it was the same motion as when he’d thrust between her legs last night. Subjugating her own pleasure to his was an act of penance in and of itself. She ached, she yearned, and she tended to him rather than herself; assuaging the guilt wracking her. The spanking had helped, but this was soothing her troubled emotions even more.
There was something pure about giving pleasure for the sake of it, with no expectation in return. This was nothing like what she’d read about in the books. Those stories were meant to titillate, but they held little to no emotion, and she couldn’t have held back her emotions if she’d tried.
She was grateful to Isaac for rescuing her, even though he hadn’t had a choice in the matter.
Penitent in taking his choices away from him.
Determined to make it up to him.
Aroused, in both body and spirit, by the spanking and now by his softer touches and groans of pleasure.
When his hips began to thrust, his hand pressing her further down, she didn’t fight it. Although her air was becoming short, the head of his cock lodging in her throat and making her gag, she didn’t pull away. And when he let out a shout of completion, his fingers tightening to the point of pain in her hair, his cock spurting hot fluid, she swallowed until he was spent and limp before her. Truly spent.
Her own thighs pressed together, seeking pleasure, as the taste of him lingered in her mouth, and when he dismissed her from the study, his expression contemplative, she rushed back to her room. Not because it was the only place in the house she knew to go to, but because she desperately needed to lay down and thrust her fingers between her thighs, rubbing at those sensitive spots until she too cried out in culmination. All the while, her bottom throbbed, adding a spicy dash of pain to her ecstatic pleasure.
Chapter 8
Isaac spent the rest of the afternoon away from his wife, gathering himself before facing her for dinner, trying to plan for how to comport himself. After all, he was still angry and a bit hurt that she was willfully keeping secrets from him, but at the same time he was concerned for the state of her bottom after the spanking he’d given her and simultaneously quite pleased with how she’d responded to the spanking and his demanding use of her mouth.
He only had a few hours to himself before dinner, so he collected the books he wanted to peruse and then spent the rest of the time staring at the ceiling of his study and thinking.
Patience was not a virtue he had in any great measure, and yet it seemed to him that, at this juncture, patience was called for. He would have to give Lydia a few days to settle into her new position, to see what his household was like, and to determine whether or not the same things that had made her unhappy at home had followed her to the Chase. At which point, he hoped she would be more forthcoming.
It grated though, thinking of waiting; made him grind his teeth and took his focus away from everything else.
So Isaac planned out his days, to the nth degree, so he would not be tempted to indulge his impatience.
Tomorrow, she would receive a tour of the household.
Saturday, they could tour the lands and he would introduce her to as many of the tenants they could get to.
On Sunday, they would be expected to attend church and she would be able to meet the rest of the tenants and possibly some of their closest neighbors. There were a couple of country squires and a Viscount close enough to sometimes attend services in the small village just outside the Chase. While there was a chapel on the Chase itself, Isaac didn’t keep his own chaplain. Father Walsh would come to the chapel once a month while the family was in residence and preach from there, after his regular service; otherwise, the family attended the church.
Then on Monday, after she’d had a good day to think about God and forgiveness, he’d ask her again.
Waiting so long would be a trial to him, but as long as he received his answer then... well, it would be worth it. If he didn’t... Isaac’s lips turned down in a frown and his eyes drifted over to the small stack of books he’d compiled from the shelf in the corner of his study.
After her explosive orgasm, Lydia fell asleep and didn’t wake up until a knock on her door. Jerking awake, she had to bite back a cry of pain as she rolled onto her swollen bottom and immediately rolled back onto her stomach. It hurt so much more than the last time he’d spanked her! Gingerly, she reached down to touch her poor cheeks, and she could actually feel the heat emanating through the fabric of her gown.
Another knock.
“Your Grace?” Mary inquired, her voice soft, so as not to disturb Lydia should she be resting.
“You may come in,” Lydia called out, as loudly as she could, although her voice felt rather husky. Possibly from all the crying. As Mary entered, Lydia gingerly got to her feet.
