“Where my father would have picked uphispoker, I expect.” He glanced at the fireplace. “Handy things, pokers.”
Jessie’s lips curled into a smile. “Hello Piers. Welcome home. Your sheep missed you.”
“Did they?” He slipped from his thick coat and walked to her. “How about you? Did you miss me?” His hands caressed her face, her neck and slid inside the neckline of her nightgown, stroking her shoulder gently.
“Not at all, sir,” she chuckled. “Why I scarcely noticed that you were gone.”
“Cheeky and disrespectful,” he scolded, moving back and stripping off his waistcoat, cravat and shirt. “I believe you must be disciplined, wench,” he continued, struggling with his boots. “Here. You can start by helping me.”
He sat on the side of the bed and extended one leg as she tossed her shawl on the pillow.
Knowing what he wanted, Jessie hid her grin and walked to him, stepping over his knee and bending to grab his boot, presenting her flannel covered rear end. “Go ahead, push.”
She felt his other foot on her bottom as he pushed himself out of the first boot. It fell with a thud to the floor, and he put that foot down, raising the other.
“Ready?” He asked.
“Of course,” she answered.
Then she felt a foot creep beneath her nightgown and slither upward to her bare buttocks. The softness of his sock and the wiggling of his toes made her catch her breath.
“Grab my boot, girl,” he ordered.
“Yes, sir,” she responded, her voice rough as his touches lit the fires within. “Go ahead and pull free…”
The second boot fell to the floor as Jessie’s hands released it. “There. Is that satisfactory,sir?” She stifled a giggle as she turned.
He was freeing himself, his breeches undone and halfway down, his cock thrusting toward her. She licked her lips at the sight.
“Oh my,” she breathed, barely realising the words had been spoken aloud, watching as he kicked free of his remaining garment.
“Now, woman. About that cheekiness you’ve displayed toward me.” He stared at her, his eyebrows together in a fierce frown. Only the twinkle in his eyes betrayed his actual amusement. “That nightgown must go.” He flicked his fingers. “Get rid of it this instant.” He folded his arms across his chest. His lovely bare chest with the smattering of hair over the ridged muscles…
Distracted, Jessie fumbled with the ribbon tying it at the neck. He grabbed her arm, tore the garment away from her and pushed it to the floor, leaving her quite naked.
“Better.” He sat and pulled her, face down, across his lap.
“Ohhh…” She drew in a breath as she felt the hardness of his arousal digging into her soft flesh. His knees were solid and spread a little, her backside on display.
“Now, cheeky wench.” He stroked the round globes. “Time for lessons.”
He smacked her, a sharp stinging slap from the palm of his hand.
“Ow,” she said, more from surprise than pain.
“Thisis what happens to cheeky wenches.” He smacked her again, a little harder this time.
She groaned, her body heating, her sex already wet and aching with growing desire. His fingers touched the fiery skin, delicately tracing patterns on her buttocks.
Then he put a hand on her back, holding her down.
And smacked her once, twice, several times, alternating which cheek would receive his punishment.
She cried out, her breathing frantic, her breasts rubbing against the bedding and adding to the erotic sensations racing over her body.
“Piers,” she sobbed. “Oh, Piers…”
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