"I'm sure you will after this," he said, giving her a smile. "Now bend over the bed like a good girl and lift your skirts."
Her pussy pulsed at the command and Harriet stifled a little whimper.Going by the look in the young lord's eyes, he'd made his decision and there would be no gainsaying him.She wasn't even sure she wanted to... after all, George hadn't returned to her room, and she'd gone both unpunished and unpleasured for several days now.Lord Isaac had a reputation for dealing out both when disciplining the staff.
Lifting her skirts up to her hips, Harriet bent over the bed as instructed, blushing as she felt cool air waft over her swollennether lips.They were already shamefully wet, announcing her immodest lust to Lord Isaac.She hoped he wouldn't notice, but of course he did.
His delighted chuckle made her blush even harder. "My, my, little maid.Is this what you didn't want me to see?"
His finger brushed through the slick folds of her cunt, before suddenly, ruthlessly, shoving inside of her.Harriet squealed at the intrusion. It didn't hurt exactly, but it certainly stretched her in an uncomfortable and arousing way.Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment that he'd seen her body's reaction.The embarrassment increased as his finger pumped back and forth, making her want to moan at the sensations that rippled through her.
She almost whimpered when he withdrew, leaving her empty and needy.
"As delightful as your charms are, you still need to be punished," Lord Isaac said, a hint of glee in his voice.
"Yes, my Lord," Harriet replied, nervousness warring with her arousal.The feel of vulnerability increased as she heard his belt slide against the cloth of his pants.It was a familiar sound from her childhood, from the occasions she'd warranted a belting from her father. With her face pressing against the mattress, her anxiety rose higher in anticipation, her fingers already digging into the blankets.
"Count them out."
Smack!
Harriet hadn't had time to reply before the first blow landed, the folded-over strap of leather landing across both of her cheeks in a wide strip.She let out a little scream at the lash of pain, gasping at the sharp impact as tears immediately sprung to her eyes.It felt like there was a burning path right across the center of her bottom.
"Little maid, I said to count."
"One, my lord!" Harriet blurted out.
"Good girl." Fingers traced over the swollen welt across her buttocks, and Harriet mewled at the touch, which felt almost like sandpaper against her skin. "Don't forget again, or I'll have to add extra lashes to your punishment."
"Yes, my lord," Harriet said immediately, not wanting to risk extra punishment for not responding, even though he hadn't specifically told her to.
The fingers went away and Harriet sucked in a deep breath of air in anticipation.
Thwap!
"Two, my lord!"
Smack!
"Three, my lord!"
The tears started rolling down her cheeks, soaking into the bedding beneath her face.
Thwack!
Harriet shrieked.The first three blows had covered her bottom entirely, but the fourth landed against the sensitive crease where her bottom met her thighs and the pain felt like it exploded upon impact.She sobbed out the next number.
"Four, my lord!"
Thwap!
The belt cut a diagonal strip across the four preceding and Harriet screamed into the bedding beneath her, muffling her distress only slightly.
"Five, my lord." She managed to force the words out before being reminded.
Lord Isaac placed his hand against the hot skin of her arse.The creamy skin had turned a bright red, swollen along the edges of the welts where his belt had landed, but between her legs her juicy pussy was glistening with feminine cream.Harriet moaned as he roughly caressed her roasted bottom, even thegentlest touch felt harsh on her beaten flesh.This was the kind of punishment that she'd been avoiding, and which she found most shameful, because despite the throbbing of her swollen buttocks—or perhaps because of it—her body was aroused and aching to be filled.It was not a normal reaction, but it didn't matter... her tears, her pain, her shame, none of it stopped the reaction.
So when Lord Isaac pressed his thick cock to her pussy and shoved in, deep and fast, without any preamble, Harriet screamed again, but this time in pleasure mixed with pain as her channel was forcibly stretched and his body slapped against her hot, blistered arse.He groaned, leaning over her as his hands moved up her waist and slid underneath her, searching for and finding her breasts.Groping her harshly, he pinched her nipples through her dress, making her squeal and squirm on his cock at the rough treatment.She was burning inside and out as he started to fuck her, his thrusts coming fast and hard, his body slapping against her sore bottom.While she was by no means a virgin, it had been some time since she'd lain with a man, and her body thrilled to the sensation of being so thoroughly fucked.
Harriet cried as he plowed her from behind, so humiliated by her reaction and so relieved that her pussy was full of meaty cock, that the aching need between her legs was being satisfied as Lord Isaac used her for his pleasure.The smacking of his body against hers was reminiscent of a spanking on her already chastised cheeks and it sent her pleasure soaring higher.Her pussy spasmed around the thrusting rod, her bottom lifting to meet every thrust as she whimpered and cried out in confused ecstasy.
