She screamed again, this time in rapture as her pleasure hit its peak, sending waves of sensual bliss through her body while Lord Isaac continued to ride her from behind. The sensation of him pushing deep into her rippling pussy, his balls slappingagainst her swollen clit, just sent her higher on the crest of pleasure.
The pain and the pleasure mixed, churning and melding into an unholy mesh of sensation that was everything she'd been craving, everything she'd been needing since George had appeared in her bedroom and then not returned again.
Lord Isaac pulled out, leaving her empty and gasping, and yet completely fulfilled.Warm liquid spurted onto her sensitive cheeks, leaving bright white trails across the red landscape, dripping down the curves to her dark curls and creamy thighs.Harriet moaned, slumping onto the bed, her legs quivering from the intense pleasure she'd just experienced and the strange satisfaction she got from such a dirty, perverse act as having a man's seed sprayed on her arse.
It appeared the nobleman was even more perverse than her, however, as he rubbed his seed into her skin.
"What a good little maid you are," he murmured, smearing his cream across her rump. "I won't report your lapse to the housekeeper, since you took your punishment so well."
He flipped her skirts down, leaving her bottom feeling wet and sore, while the area between her legs throbbed with the satisfaction of her climax.
"Thank you, my Lord," Harriet squeaked as she stood, faint at even the idea of having to bear her bottom again for another punishment today.She would never be able to handle it!Yet, she knew that would not have stopped any of her employers either.Strangely, her body throbbed again at just the thought.
"Off you go then," he said, easily dismissing her as he turned away, straightening his clothes.
Harriet scurried from the room on wobbly legs, wiping at her face to try and hide the tear tracks.Even though she'd enjoyed it, she didn't want anyone else in the household knowing that she'dbeen punished by Lord Isaac.Everyone knew the kinds of things he liked to do and she'd never live down the shame.
"Harriet, pssst, Harriet!"
Looking around for the source of the whisper, Harriet saw her friend Mary in the darkened shadows of the servants' staircase, beckoning to her. Hurrying over, her eyes widened as she saw what Mary was holding in her hand; two flaky pastries, obviously meant for the nobles' supper this evening.
"What are you doing with those?" Harriet whispered back, pushing Mary further back into the darkness, looking around to make sure no one else was nearby.
Mary giggled, her dark eyes full of mischief and greed. "I swiped them.The nobs'll never notice, Cook always makes extra.You want one?"
The smell of pastry and chocolate, incredibly luxuries, filled Harriet's nose, tempting her.It had been three days since Lord Isaac had belted her; her bottom had healed and the need between her legs was growing again, making her feel slightly reckless.Now that the lingering soreness and sensitivity had disappeared, it was strangely easy to forget just how much that punishment had hurt.
Still, she hadn't completely lost her head.
"Back in your room," she muttered. "We can't eat them out here."
The two young women snuck up the servants' stairs, hurrying to Mary's room—which was closer to the top of the stairs than Harriet's—and giggling with glee as they encountered no obstacles.As arousing and exhilarating as being punished could be in the Norwell household, it was just as invigorating to get away with being naughty.
Especially when the reward was so great.
The chocolate-filled pastry was an unheard-of treat.Even when the household received scraps from the table, luxuries likethis never reached the mouths of housemaids like Harriet and Mary.They might get something like it at Christmas, if they were lucky.The pastry was flaky and buttery, melting against Harriet's tongue; the chocolate was sweet and smooth, and she moaned.
They ate slowly, savoring the decadent flavors, giggling to each other.
The door banged opened suddenly, making both of them squeal and jump.Mary dropped the small bit of pastry she had left, whereas Harriet shoved her last large bite into her mouth, already disappointed that she wasn't able to make it last longer. Both young women blinked as they took in the sight of the leering young men in the doorway.
"Told you I saw her nicking food," Danny said triumphantly to George.
Danny was a handsome footman, but one with a bit of a mean streak, that Harriet usually did her best to avoid.He was big, broad-shouldered and nicely muscled with sandy blond hair, bright-blue eyes, and a wicked smile.More than one maid had whispered about him, usually saying that they preferred being reported to Mrs. Figgs than to trade favors with him. Harriet's pussy clenched as she realized just how much trouble she and Mary were in.
Shaking his head, George let his dark eyes dance with amusement as he took in the scene.Both girls were obviously guilty, with the remnants of chocolate and pastry on their hands and faces.Harriet swallowed convulsively.She already knew that the two young men would be looking for a trade, in exchange for not reporting her and Mary to Mrs. Figgs, and her body fluttered in excitement at the thought.
"Get out of my room!" Mary shrieked, quickly kicking at the piece of pastry she'd dropped, sending it under the bed.
"Shhh, Mary, you don't want to be in any more trouble than you already are, do you?" Danny asked, coming into the room, looming over the two young women as George closed the door behind him.Danny's blue eyes darted back and forth between Mary and Harriet as a pleased smile formed on his face.Harriet blushed, squeezing her legs together. "Stealing, corrupting a sweet, young maid like Harriet into being naughty with you, and now men in your room." He shook his head.
"No one invited you in," Mary said angrily, standing up to go toe to toe with Danny.
He just chuckled, obviously not intimidated by the much smaller woman. "I think these two young ladies need to be taught a lesson, don't you, George?"
"Oh definitely," George said. "I thought I'd taught Harriet a good one last week, but apparently it didn't stick too well."
The heat that flushed Harriet's face as Danny's eyes lit up and Mary turned to look at her with shock felt like her cheeks were on fire. "I… we?—"
