“Sometimes highborn girls are taught to take a cock in the ass,” Wex said. “Preserves their pussy’s purity for marriage while still letting men use a pretty girl’s tight hole. I saw the girl from the main house where I was a slave bent over a stack of saddles in the stable. The stable master fucked her in front of the stallions and from the way she raised her tail it wasn’t the first time.”
“Have you been fucked here?” Roll asked, teasing her ring.
“No!” she said with flaming cheeks.
“No? Well, you soon will be,” Roll added.
“Take them out,” she said.
“All right.” He removed his fingers. “Small or medium?”
“Medium.”
Roll smiled and dipped a medium snub-nosed plug in lubricant. He swirled it around her shiny little rose and then applied pressure. She squirmed and clenched. Wes slapped her ass cheek.
“Settle down, handmaiden. This is part of the training and a part you need sooner rather than later.”
“Why?” she demanded with a plaintive note in her voice.
“Because Tok wants to put his cock inside your sweet little ass. And since he’s catered to you by going to do something that will probably end badly, when he gets back, you’re going to be ready to reach back and spread your cheeks to offer him that pretty little asshole for hard use.”
She shook her head, but the steady pressure Roll used eventually forced the plug to slide home. She cried out and squirmed. The bulb was of sufficient size to be felt with movement and its neck was thick enough to maintain a gentle stretch on her ring.
Roll stroked her back. “Calm down. Let it do its work to open you up. It’s not wider than three of Tok’s fingers together.”
“She took three?” Wex asked, massaging her quivering buttock.
“Yes. It was during sex, but her arousal was already high just from being played with. If she’s handled right, she’ll enjoy it.”
“Most girls don’t like it. And I don’t have the patience to work girls that do up to it,” Wex said. “The only time I use a girl’s asshole is during punishment sex. When fucking is for fun, give me a slippery pussy every time,” he said, slapping Zawri’s pussy and smiling at the wet sound that echoed in the room.
The handmaiden’s eyes shone. The conversation was obviously a little too raw for her. He sighed. A part of him was angry with her for having inspired his brother to interfere with Larsinc’s getting justice from a girl who had wronged him.
It was natural for their handmaiden to want to protect her sister from a harsh punishment. It would’ve been right of Tok to reassure Zawri that the younger girl would survive and to comfort her when the punishment had been meted out. But to get in the way of it? No, that was wrong.
Still, Wex couldn’t continue to be rough with her. He bent down to eye level while stroking her hair. “Hush now, handmaiden. There’s nothing wrong with a girl enjoying being touched where she’s meant to be touched. Especially since it makes fulfilling your duties easier for you.”
He rose, rubbing her shoulders. “She’s coiled like a tight spring. Give me the paddle. I’ll break that tension.”
“No, please!” she said. “Just take out the instrument and let me up. I’ve endured enough for the morning.”
Wex cupped her buttocks and pressed, being sure that the plug’s handle was stout enough to be partially buried in her cleft. Some girls had such small asses that a handle stuck up past the cheeks, but Zawri’s rump was round and juicy. As long as he didn’t strike directly across it with heavy force, she’d experience it moving inside and against her ring without any accompanying injury.
Wex took the paddle from Roll.
“I know the waist strap is preventing you from raising your behind very much, but a good arch to your back will present the ass for punishment,” Roll said.
The girl ignored him, which made him frown and Wex smirk. Their handmaiden wasn’t overly anxious to please. At least she wasn’t overly anxious to please the healer. She certainly seemed keen to get validation from a certain hunter. And likewise his brother, inexplicably, seemed to want her to be pleased with him. It wasn’t like Tok at all.
Wex swung the paddle, striking her pretty little left buttock. It wobbled and blossomed pink. The girl’s sharp intake of breath and stiffening back caused him to smile wider. She could brace herself as much as she liked. She wouldn’t escape the eventual breaking of her reserve. He swatted her right cheek and then quickly struck across her center, compressing her flesh and banging the plug.
She cried out, partly in pain, but partly from more than that. He continued for several moments until her whole ass was a gorgeous bright pink and tears were dripping from her eyes. He massaged her buttocks and then dipped fingers into her drenched pussy, stroking slowly, showing her without words her body’s response to being disciplined. He removed his fingers and put the fingertips on her clit, rubbing in firm circles. The arching of her back and twisting of her hips were welcome encouragement.
“Mmm. She’s got such a delightful lusty response,” Roll said, opening his trousers. “Let me make use of that dripping flower.”
“Her mouth’s nice and wet, too. And that won’t interfere with more of this,” Wex said, raising the paddle.
“Good point,” Roll said, patting the hot bottom. He walked around the table. “Open up that talented mouth.”
