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My latest -- The Colonel's Woman by Jordan St. John
While my new blog is at Wordpress, www.disciplinarytales.com, I am still maintaining this site for announcements and one of them is my new western spanking romance with me writing as Jordan St. John. Details at: https://rollin359.wordpress.com/2015/...
June 10, 2015
February 25, 2015
February 24, 2015
This Blog is Moving
Blogger has made a major change to its terms of service. As of March 23 no nudity or partial nudity of any kind may be depicted on any blog. For the past year I have featured illustrations in the stories I present for your reading pleasure and some of them show people in various states of undress. Rather than remain here and purge my blog of all images, my choice is to hit the road. Moreover, if today it's images that are censored, tomorrow it will be content. This is no doubt just the first wave in an all out assault on adult oriented content.
I expect this to be a fairly quick transition and the new link will be posted here, so with the click of a mouse you'll be re-directed to my new space.
I expect this to be a fairly quick transition and the new link will be posted here, so with the click of a mouse you'll be re-directed to my new space.
February 7, 2015
Valentine's Week Sale -- 99 cent eBooks
Next week it's the big push to Valentine's Day. But this year forget the flowers and the candy. Get the advance tickets to 50 Shades of Grey, buy some furry handcuffs, a flogger or two and a leather paddle, a blindfold, some candles. Anything else? Hell yeah. You need to know what to do with all this crap, and 50SOG is not going to show you. So--- Rollin to the rescue. For Valentine's week SIX (5 are live right now) selected volumes of quality romantic spanking erotica will be on sale at the Amazon store for only .99 each. Buy all six and you'll know exactly what to do with that leather paddle.
Read this one to your honey and sparks will fly.
For a historical perspective see how they did it in the 17th century.
Romantic stories to fire the imagination ( and your sweetheart's fanny).
More hot tales
By now she'll be saying "put down the damn book and do me."
Five of the six books on sale are shown above so don't delay. Get yours before the sale ends. Prices good through Feb. 14.
Going live soon-"The Romance of Spanking Volume 3"
Read this one to your honey and sparks will fly.
For a historical perspective see how they did it in the 17th century.
Romantic stories to fire the imagination ( and your sweetheart's fanny).
More hot tales
By now she'll be saying "put down the damn book and do me."Five of the six books on sale are shown above so don't delay. Get yours before the sale ends. Prices good through Feb. 14.
Going live soon-"The Romance of Spanking Volume 3"
January 20, 2015
Cara Bristol's "Reasonable Doubts"
Some women like to be spanked. Say what!? I know, I know. It sounds crazy, right? Well, it's true, and as proof I offer a little essay by the esteemed spanking romance author, Cara Bristol, explaining to her sisters just how to get their lazy oaf of a husband/significant other out of the Barcalounger and into action.
And to top things off she's written a pretty steamy book about the subject.
But enough from me. I'll turn it over to Cara to tell you all about it.
How to say “spank me” By Cara Bristol
To admit to a partner you want to be spanked can be an uncomfortable discussion. Underscoring the discomfort is fear that he or she will be turned off or react with horror. I’m a big proponent of open communication, but if you want to test the waters before you make the big confession, here are some things you can try:· When you’re out shopping and you see spanking implements or “pervertibles,” point them out.· Buy underwear that say “spank me.”· Discuss spanking in general. Mention that you find the concept sexy and explain why.· Admit you read spanking romances and/or spanking blogs. Read a passage to him. · Suggest you share a “wild” fantasy.· Suggest a role play game, such as naughty school girl. After a little tiff and after making up, suggest you might be deserving of a little spanking.
Liz Davenport, the heroine of Reasonable Doubts, finds herself this situation—she needs to tell her new man she wants to be spanked. It’s a position she never thought she’d be in. She had married an experienced disciplinarian, but after many years of marriage, she was widowed. Liz hesitates to tell her new man what she really wants for fear of how he’ll react.
An excerpt from Reasonable Doubts
“Before we begin—before you begin—let me apologize for what I said out there.” Liz licked her lips. Her mouth had dried. “You mean about spanking me?” He nodded. “I shouldn’t have said that. I’m sor—” “Don’t apologize until you hear what I have to say.” She twisted her hands. What if he thought she was a kinky freak? What if he hustled her out of his condo and his life? Liz took a breath. “I did think you were older than you are, but that wasn’t the real issue.” “What is?” “Discipline.” “I don’t understand.” “In my marriage, there was never any question who was in charge. Otis always consulted with me, but I deferred to his judgment. He led; I supported.” Grant arched his eyebrows. “That sounds very traditional.” Liz nodded. “Yes. I assumed when I got involved again, the man would be…traditional…like Otis.” She wasn’t being clear enough. “I figured I would meet someone through the Rod and Cane Society.” Grant frowned. “Rod and Cane. The mansion we were at?” Liz nodded. “Is that some sort of fraternal organization?” She nodded. “Otis was president. Jared, whom you met outside, has filled in until an election can be held. I’m vying for a seat on the governance board. It’s a bold move for a conservative—some would say old-fashioned—organization to admit a woman.” Stop stalling. Say it. “What does the organization do? What’s its purpose?” In a game of Twenty Questions, Grant probably would need no more than a couple to guess the object. Liz rubbed her hands together. “Rod and Cane supports and promotes domestic discipline. The male members spank their wives.” Grant blinked. “You were spanked by your husband?” “Yes.” Relief that came from truth settled over her. “Wow.” He exhaled and studied the floor. Then his head shot up, and he sought her gaze. “You want me to spank you.” “Yes.” Grant got to his feet and shoved his hands in his pockets. He paced. “Well, this wasn’t what I expected you to say.” He glanced at her then tossed his head back and laughed. As if she were a joke. She’d bared herself to him, and he laughed at her? What a jerk. And to think she’d considered him a nice guy. Liz grabbed her purse and sprang to her feet. He’d driven her, but she’d crawl back to Rod and Cane if she had to!
Reasonable Doubts Blurb
Widow Liz Davenport assumes when she begins to date, her new man will be like her late husband--a member of the Rod and Cane Society and an experienced disciplinarian who can provide her with loving guidance she requires to feel grounded and secure. So why is she attracted to Grant Davis, an ex-Naval JAG officer who works for her nemesis and has never spanked a woman in his life?Events in his recent past have forced Grant to take stock of his life and try some new things. But spank a woman? He’s never considered that before, but with Liz’s coaching he’s willing to try.But when the past collides with the present, will he be able to step up and become the disciplinarian Liz needs?
[Luckily we men are easily trainable, so I think Grant will be ok. But to find out, you'll have to buy the book.]
Buy Links
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Website /blogAmazon Author PageSign up for Cara’s New Release NewsletterFacebookTwitterTsuGoogle+Prizes, Prizes!How would you like to become card-carrying member of the Rod and Cane Society? To receive a membership card, leave a comment for Cara about Reasonable Doubts or this blog AND your email address in the body of your comment. Cara will contact you to arrange to send you a membership card. This is nota drawing. Everyone who posts a comment with an email address can receive a card—as long as supplies last. In addition, by commenting on this blog and leaving an email address, you’ll be entered into a drawing for Rod and Cane coffee mug.
January 9, 2015
An eBook Reboot-- The Princess and the Rogue
Take a beautiful but spoiled princess. Add a roguish bandit. Toss in a lovely orphan girl and a stalwart knight. Sprinkle with a cunning traitor and pour in a cup or two of an evil countess. Make that a fifth of Evil Countess. Add birch rods, whips and sturdy palms and spank vigorously for as long as it takes. What have you got? THE PRINCESS AND THE ROGUE by "new" spanking romance author Jordan St. John. BTW, is Jordan a girl or a guy? Could be either. I'm not telling.
The Amazon US link is HERE
Here is the product description:
After she is betrayed by a trusted adviser, taken by force from her palace, and held prisoner by a ruthless countess, Princess Juliet wonders if she will ever see her home again. When a hastily planned escape leaves her lost in the depths of a dark forest, Juliet’s only hope for survival lies with Rand LaFlors, a notorious outlaw who takes it upon himself to aid her.
Though she is accustomed to giving commands rather than obeying them, the princess quickly learns that in this outlaw’s realm disobedience will result in swift chastisement. To her shame and amazement, being taken over Rand’s knee for a bare-bottom spanking fans flames of desire which rapidly burn out of control, and soon Juliet finds herself longing for this roughhewn rogue to claim her and dominate her completely.
Even as her passion grows into love, Juliet knows that she cannot stay in hiding forever, and both she and Rand will need all their wits and all their courage to overcome the traitors who have placed the kingdom in peril. But if they succeed and Juliet reclaims her rightful place on the throne, will the newfound bond between the princess and the rogue still hold fast?
Publisher’s Note: The Princess and the Rogue is an erotic novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book. Also note that this book was previously published under the title The Princess and the Outlaw.
Here is an extended preview:
The mood in camp was both somber and joyous. Rand’s family of outcasts and refugees were joyous because everyone had returned safely. The mood was tempered by the realization that tragedy had been narrowly avoided. Only Rand’s quick thinking and the brave acts of his men had saved the three girls before Morgaine’s men had seized them.
Rand called for a general meeting at the camp’s center where a council firepit had been constructed. It was surrounded by makeshift stools made from tree stumps. Rand told someone to drag a sturdy one to the front of the firepit.
Juliet, following Rand’s instructions, stood nervously on the edge of the crowd, next to John and Bran, each of whom had a firm grip on Edith and Lylie. She remembered what he had told her just before summoning the rest of the camp:
“The next hour will not be pleasant for you, princess, but discipline must be maintained. I have to do this so that everyone understands I will not countenance disobedience, even from you. My followers expect that foolish and dangerous behavior will be punished, and I can do no less and still maintain their respect and loyalty.”
Juliet didn’t say anything as Rand escorted her to the council fire. Her knees were shaking. Lylie and Edith looked remorseful and worried.
Rand addressed the gathering. “We are grateful that Edith and Lylie and Juliet are returned to us safely. This could have been disastrous for all of us. They were minutes away from capture when we found them. I must repeat this for you young women among us—no one leaves the Darkwood without a purpose and an escort and a plan.” He looked pointedly at the three girls.
“Our survival here depends upon it.”
“We have a tradition in matters like this and I choose to invoke it now. These three deserve punishment,” he said, gesturing toward the girls. “And it will be up to their rescuers to correct them.” At a signal, John and Bran handed each of the sisters a small knife. “Go now and cut switches, both of you. We will wait for you to return. You will present the switches to your rescuer and ask for his forgiveness. Then you will accept whatever punishment he deems proper. It is only fitting, since he risked his life to save yours. Go, now.”
The two girls took the knives and scurried off to obey. All eyes turned to Rand as he handed Juliet a knife. By now the rumors had spread. The entire camp had heard that Juliet was indeed a princess of Westvale and the daughter of the king.
“You too, princess. It should be a green shoot about this long,” he said, spreading his hands, “and about this thick on the gripping end.” He indicated his little finger.
Heads nodded approvingly. Their leader was not according her any special treatment. It was as it should be.
Nervously, Juliet followed Edith and Lylie down a path into the woods. The girls had found a bush with long springy shoots and were busily cutting and trimming switches.
“What should I do?” asked Juliet. She didn’t quite know how to go about it.
“You mean you’ve never been switched?” said Lylie.
“No. Never,” said Juliet. She had felt her mother’s hand but that had been long ago, and of course, more recently, the outlaw’s. Never had she been subjected to a whipping of any kind. The idea seemed terrifying. Her limbs were almost shaking.
“It hurts like the very devil,” said Edith, carefully peeling buds off a limber withe. “I fear none of us will sit comfortably for a time. Here,” she said, “I will show you how to do it.”
Juliet and the two girls returned to the circle clutching switches. Each of them carried three rods. Lylie had said it would be worse for them if a switch were not sturdy enough and it broke, so they had each prepared three. The switches were an arm’s length long, carefully peeled and very limber. Juliet tried to imagine what it would feel like.
Juliet followed the lead of Edith and Lylie. She stood in front of Rand and presented him with the switches she had cut. Along with the others, she made her apology, but while Edith and Lylie asked for forgiveness, she merely said with downcast eyes, “I’m sorry.”
Someone had placed another stump near the fire ring. Edith and Lylie were ordered to face each other across the stump, bend over, and place their hands on its surface, fingers touching. They obeyed, their posture thrusting their buttocks out in readiness for the switching. Juliet watched breathlessly as two of the older women raised the girls’ dresses and tied them above their waists with twine. Edith was completely bare underneath; Lylie wore linen drawers, which were dragged down, baring her bottom.
While they were being prepared, John and Bran tested the switches, swishing them through the air. The sound was chilling to Juliet. It was a shrill whine. The men made the switches quiver with a wrist motion and Juliet realized that even a light flick of the wrist would result in a painful stroke on bare flesh.
When all was in readiness, Rand told them to begin. The men took up positions on opposite sides of the stump and tapped the switches against the bare bottoms of the girls. Edith and Lylie flinched at the contact and shuffled their feet.
“No moving, girl,” said Bran.
John said, “Look in your sister’s eyes and remember what foolishness this was.” Then the men drew back their arms.
The whoosh-swick of a switch impacted Edith’s flesh and she gasped. A split second later, John’s switch struck Lylie’s bottom. Juliet saw her eyes open wide, surprised by the intensity of the sting. The men delivered the punishment at an even pace, the strokes alternating between the two girls. Edith and Lylie reacted by yelping and shuffling their feet each time a lick was applied to the bare flesh of their resilient bottoms, but the men kept it up, laying on lash after lash with the limber switches. Juliet observed that each girl clenched her bottom cheeks in reaction to a stroke, then relaxed them before the next one struck. It was a lurid dance, the shifting from foot to foot, the bare bottoms of the girls quivering and flexing in reaction to the rapid-fire strikes from the switches. Red lines appeared on bare white skin. The girls began to react vocally now, a chorus of pleas and promises.
“Ow! Ow! I’m sorry. Please!” they said, begging for mercy. Juliet couldn’t tell who was crying what. As if it mattered. Soon that would be her.
The switching went on for several minutes. By the end of it, the girls were sobbing and pleading for mercy and forgiveness. Whether it was the state of their bare bottoms or the tone of their apologies, Juliet didn’t know, but as if by some unspoken understanding, both men halted. The girls were allowed to rise and readjust their clothing. Both dropped to one knee and kissed the hand of her rescuer and punisher. Then they were led away, presumably to seek relief for their burning bottoms.
Juliet had watched in fearful anticipation. Her mouth was dry, her knees were shaking, and her heart thumped wildly. It was her turn. She looked to Rand. At least it would be he and not some strange man who would deliver her punishment.
Rand grasped her by the wrist. She looked at him quizzically. “I’m not sure you can stand there and take your punishment like the others, princess. So we’ll do this another way.” She watched as he snapped off half of the switch’s length, then stumbled as he pulled her along toward the stump. He sat down, and before she could register what was happening, he pulled her face down across his knees.
“Ooof,” she gasped as she toppled across his lap, her nose inches from the dirt. It was a humiliating posture to be in. In front of Rand’s followers, she was going to be spanked like some common tavern wench who had insulted a customer. She turned red in the face as Rand hoisted her skirts. Her feet fluttered helplessly behind her. Underneath she had on drawers and she gasped in shame and embarrassment as Rand yanked them down. Her bare bottom now was totally exposed with nothing but a gentle breeze between her skin and that switch. Then Rand shifted his body. Craning her neck, Juliet saw him reaching for the switch. He grasped it in his right hand and tightened his left arm, which encircled her waist. He tapped her bottom with the switch, testing its resilience.
“Now, princess, in the future you’ll obey the rules I set. I mean to make this memorable.”
Swick! The switch struck and Juliet felt an instant line of fire across her buttocks.
Swick! Again the switch impacted her bare flesh.
Swick! Huick! Swish! Three searing licks fell in rapid succession, causing her to wail and throw her feet up behind her.
Rand whipped the switch down with deft flicks of his wrist, placing red hot stripes across the squirming bottom cheeks of the unhappy princess.
Juliet had never felt anything sting so badly. Each strike was a blazing line of pure agony. He plied the switch from the top of her buttocks down to the soft fold where her bottom joined the tops of her thighs.
Juliet writhed and bucked over Rand’s lap, but he held her securely. She wriggled and fluttered her feet, trying everything to shake off the awful sting. Nothing worked. The switch sang through the still air of the camp, delivering its fiery message of pain, and she could not escape, no matter what she did.
Soon, she began to bleat her abject apologies.
“Ow… yow! Please… ahhh!”
Rand ignored her. He continued to apply the switch to her quickly reddening bottom at a steady tempo, undeterred by her wails and pleas for mercy.
“You (swick) need to learn (swick) this lesson (swick) well, princess. In this camp, my word is law (swick).”
Juliet howled with each red hot stripe of the switch.
Finally the princess broke into tears, sobbing uncontrollably. She slumped across Rand’s lap, emotionally exhausted, broken, unable even to squirm. It was the signal he’d been waiting for, her surrender. He stopped.
Rand took Juliet by the waist and placed her on her feet. Her dress fell to cover her nakedness. One of the older women appeared at his side. “Go with Gertrud, princess. She will give you a salve to take the sting away,” he said.
Juliet allowed the woman to lead her away. They climbed into a treehouse, remote from the others. Each step made Juliet wince. Her bottom stung like a thousand hornets had stung it. The woman bade her lie face down on a pallet.
“This will help take the sting out of Rand’s switch,” she said as she spread a gooey poultice over Juliet’s welted bottom. “He’s very taken with you, you know,” she added.
That surprised Juliet. “But he punished me so harshly. He whipped me,” she said.
“You must understand,” said Gertrud. “He had to. You violated an important law. He couldn’t look the other way, especially after Edith and Lylie had been punished for their part in it. The camp trusts that he treats everyone the same. You may be royalty as you say you are, but here it makes no difference.”
Juliet looked straight ahead and said nothing as the woman continued to tend to her. She supposed the woman was right. Still, the episode had been utterly demeaning, not to mention the awful sting of the switch. It wasn’t something she cared to repeat, ever.
“He cares for you,” said Gertrud in a low voice. Then, conspiratorially, she whispered, “If you go to him tonight, he will not refuse you. I could see it in his eyes.”
Juliet turned her head, startled. She saw the woman nod. “He will not refuse you. He wants you.”
* * *
She did not have to seek him out. An hour later, after Gertrud had finished and left, she heard someone climbing up the ladder. Juliet looked up. Rand stood in the doorway, a silhouette in the moonlight. Juliet got to her feet slowly, a shy maiden, waiting. Rand came to her, put his arms about her, and drew her close.
“I am sorry I had to do that, princess. I will help you return to your father.” Impulsively, she kissed him. For an instant she drew back, shocked at what she had done. Rand looked surprised, too. Then, as if of one mind, they came together, arms encircling each other and their bodies melding together. Their lips met and they kissed, a long passionate embrace that thrilled Juliet to her core.
He ran his hands all over her, up and down her back, then caressing her flanks. Her hands were busy, too. She felt his chest, then the broad shoulders, marveling at the hardness of muscle she felt there. Then her hands fell to his hips and the lean muscles of his legs. When he brushed his fingers across the tips of her breasts, the thrill of pleasure that shot through her made her knees buckle slightly.
Deftly he untied her bodice and he parted the fabric to reveal snowy breasts tipped with pink nipples. Another gentle tug on a string loosened her skirt and it fell about her ankles.
He knelt on one knee. What on earth was he doing? she wondered in a daze. His face was nearly level with her pelvis. Gently he put his finger in her drawers and tugged them down until they pooled at her feet.
She winced slightly as his hands cupped her buttocks, but she forgot her discomfort and lost herself in the most exquisite of sensations when Rand pressed his face into the triangle of her womanhood and kissed her womanly slit. She uttered a little moan of pleasure as his tongue flicked out, seeking, pushing itself into her sex, which was now flushed with moisture. All the while his fingers kneaded her buttocks, drawing her in so that her mons was fully accessible to his tongue. Ohh… it was heavenly. Never before had she felt such sensation. His probing tongue found the little nub of her clitoris and a surge of pleasure hit her like a lightning bolt. When her knees sagged and she almost fell, Rand caught her. He stood and scooped her into his arms. Gently he laid her on the sleeping pallet, then stood back.
Juliet lay watching Rand divest himself of clothing. When he tore away the underclothes, her startled eyes fastened on his male organ. She’d never seen one before, at least not in rampant erection like this. It was long and thick and straight, and she could only imagine what it was going to feel like inside her. But more than anything she wanted it, wanted to feel its length sliding into her most intimate place. That she was giving her maidenhood to this outlaw did not deter her resolve or desire in the slightest. She wanted this man.
He knelt on the pallet and eased his way between her legs. Instinctively she spread her knees apart and shifted her body so that she might more easily receive him. He kissed her belly and worked his way up her body, touching her everywhere with his lips. When he reached her breasts, he let his tongue tweak her nipples. Pleasure shot through her body and she closed her eyes, throwing her head back. When she opened them again, he was at her portal, ready to enter. His hands slipped beneath her buttocks and lifted her. Then she felt it, his erection pushing, sliding. There was a brief moment of intense pain as her maidenhead ruptured. Then he was in.
“Be still for a moment, my princess. The hurt will subside.”
It did. And then he began to move, stroking in and out, slowly at first then faster. The friction of his penis against her found her pleasure spot causing waves of the most ecstatic feeling she’d ever known to build. Starting as a stream in a woodland glade, it became a roaring cascade, tumbling over a waterfall. The powerful thrusts of Rand’s manhood were driving Juliet out of her mind, and she writhed in a delicious agony. Finally, from the core of her being came a wave, a tumbling, frothing cataract that burst from within like a wave crashing against the rocks. She moaned and her body shook, racked by a pulsating, overpowering bliss that peaked then finally subsided. In that moment Juliet realized that nothing about her life would ever be as it had been before.
The Amazon US link is HERE
Here is the product description:
After she is betrayed by a trusted adviser, taken by force from her palace, and held prisoner by a ruthless countess, Princess Juliet wonders if she will ever see her home again. When a hastily planned escape leaves her lost in the depths of a dark forest, Juliet’s only hope for survival lies with Rand LaFlors, a notorious outlaw who takes it upon himself to aid her.
Though she is accustomed to giving commands rather than obeying them, the princess quickly learns that in this outlaw’s realm disobedience will result in swift chastisement. To her shame and amazement, being taken over Rand’s knee for a bare-bottom spanking fans flames of desire which rapidly burn out of control, and soon Juliet finds herself longing for this roughhewn rogue to claim her and dominate her completely.
Even as her passion grows into love, Juliet knows that she cannot stay in hiding forever, and both she and Rand will need all their wits and all their courage to overcome the traitors who have placed the kingdom in peril. But if they succeed and Juliet reclaims her rightful place on the throne, will the newfound bond between the princess and the rogue still hold fast?
Publisher’s Note: The Princess and the Rogue is an erotic novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book. Also note that this book was previously published under the title The Princess and the Outlaw.
Here is an extended preview:
The mood in camp was both somber and joyous. Rand’s family of outcasts and refugees were joyous because everyone had returned safely. The mood was tempered by the realization that tragedy had been narrowly avoided. Only Rand’s quick thinking and the brave acts of his men had saved the three girls before Morgaine’s men had seized them.
Rand called for a general meeting at the camp’s center where a council firepit had been constructed. It was surrounded by makeshift stools made from tree stumps. Rand told someone to drag a sturdy one to the front of the firepit.
Juliet, following Rand’s instructions, stood nervously on the edge of the crowd, next to John and Bran, each of whom had a firm grip on Edith and Lylie. She remembered what he had told her just before summoning the rest of the camp:
“The next hour will not be pleasant for you, princess, but discipline must be maintained. I have to do this so that everyone understands I will not countenance disobedience, even from you. My followers expect that foolish and dangerous behavior will be punished, and I can do no less and still maintain their respect and loyalty.”
Juliet didn’t say anything as Rand escorted her to the council fire. Her knees were shaking. Lylie and Edith looked remorseful and worried.
Rand addressed the gathering. “We are grateful that Edith and Lylie and Juliet are returned to us safely. This could have been disastrous for all of us. They were minutes away from capture when we found them. I must repeat this for you young women among us—no one leaves the Darkwood without a purpose and an escort and a plan.” He looked pointedly at the three girls.
“Our survival here depends upon it.”
“We have a tradition in matters like this and I choose to invoke it now. These three deserve punishment,” he said, gesturing toward the girls. “And it will be up to their rescuers to correct them.” At a signal, John and Bran handed each of the sisters a small knife. “Go now and cut switches, both of you. We will wait for you to return. You will present the switches to your rescuer and ask for his forgiveness. Then you will accept whatever punishment he deems proper. It is only fitting, since he risked his life to save yours. Go, now.”
The two girls took the knives and scurried off to obey. All eyes turned to Rand as he handed Juliet a knife. By now the rumors had spread. The entire camp had heard that Juliet was indeed a princess of Westvale and the daughter of the king.
“You too, princess. It should be a green shoot about this long,” he said, spreading his hands, “and about this thick on the gripping end.” He indicated his little finger.
Heads nodded approvingly. Their leader was not according her any special treatment. It was as it should be.
Nervously, Juliet followed Edith and Lylie down a path into the woods. The girls had found a bush with long springy shoots and were busily cutting and trimming switches.
“What should I do?” asked Juliet. She didn’t quite know how to go about it.
“You mean you’ve never been switched?” said Lylie.
“No. Never,” said Juliet. She had felt her mother’s hand but that had been long ago, and of course, more recently, the outlaw’s. Never had she been subjected to a whipping of any kind. The idea seemed terrifying. Her limbs were almost shaking.
“It hurts like the very devil,” said Edith, carefully peeling buds off a limber withe. “I fear none of us will sit comfortably for a time. Here,” she said, “I will show you how to do it.”
Juliet and the two girls returned to the circle clutching switches. Each of them carried three rods. Lylie had said it would be worse for them if a switch were not sturdy enough and it broke, so they had each prepared three. The switches were an arm’s length long, carefully peeled and very limber. Juliet tried to imagine what it would feel like.
Juliet followed the lead of Edith and Lylie. She stood in front of Rand and presented him with the switches she had cut. Along with the others, she made her apology, but while Edith and Lylie asked for forgiveness, she merely said with downcast eyes, “I’m sorry.”
Someone had placed another stump near the fire ring. Edith and Lylie were ordered to face each other across the stump, bend over, and place their hands on its surface, fingers touching. They obeyed, their posture thrusting their buttocks out in readiness for the switching. Juliet watched breathlessly as two of the older women raised the girls’ dresses and tied them above their waists with twine. Edith was completely bare underneath; Lylie wore linen drawers, which were dragged down, baring her bottom.
While they were being prepared, John and Bran tested the switches, swishing them through the air. The sound was chilling to Juliet. It was a shrill whine. The men made the switches quiver with a wrist motion and Juliet realized that even a light flick of the wrist would result in a painful stroke on bare flesh.
When all was in readiness, Rand told them to begin. The men took up positions on opposite sides of the stump and tapped the switches against the bare bottoms of the girls. Edith and Lylie flinched at the contact and shuffled their feet.
“No moving, girl,” said Bran.
John said, “Look in your sister’s eyes and remember what foolishness this was.” Then the men drew back their arms.
The whoosh-swick of a switch impacted Edith’s flesh and she gasped. A split second later, John’s switch struck Lylie’s bottom. Juliet saw her eyes open wide, surprised by the intensity of the sting. The men delivered the punishment at an even pace, the strokes alternating between the two girls. Edith and Lylie reacted by yelping and shuffling their feet each time a lick was applied to the bare flesh of their resilient bottoms, but the men kept it up, laying on lash after lash with the limber switches. Juliet observed that each girl clenched her bottom cheeks in reaction to a stroke, then relaxed them before the next one struck. It was a lurid dance, the shifting from foot to foot, the bare bottoms of the girls quivering and flexing in reaction to the rapid-fire strikes from the switches. Red lines appeared on bare white skin. The girls began to react vocally now, a chorus of pleas and promises.
“Ow! Ow! I’m sorry. Please!” they said, begging for mercy. Juliet couldn’t tell who was crying what. As if it mattered. Soon that would be her.
The switching went on for several minutes. By the end of it, the girls were sobbing and pleading for mercy and forgiveness. Whether it was the state of their bare bottoms or the tone of their apologies, Juliet didn’t know, but as if by some unspoken understanding, both men halted. The girls were allowed to rise and readjust their clothing. Both dropped to one knee and kissed the hand of her rescuer and punisher. Then they were led away, presumably to seek relief for their burning bottoms.
Juliet had watched in fearful anticipation. Her mouth was dry, her knees were shaking, and her heart thumped wildly. It was her turn. She looked to Rand. At least it would be he and not some strange man who would deliver her punishment.
Rand grasped her by the wrist. She looked at him quizzically. “I’m not sure you can stand there and take your punishment like the others, princess. So we’ll do this another way.” She watched as he snapped off half of the switch’s length, then stumbled as he pulled her along toward the stump. He sat down, and before she could register what was happening, he pulled her face down across his knees.
“Ooof,” she gasped as she toppled across his lap, her nose inches from the dirt. It was a humiliating posture to be in. In front of Rand’s followers, she was going to be spanked like some common tavern wench who had insulted a customer. She turned red in the face as Rand hoisted her skirts. Her feet fluttered helplessly behind her. Underneath she had on drawers and she gasped in shame and embarrassment as Rand yanked them down. Her bare bottom now was totally exposed with nothing but a gentle breeze between her skin and that switch. Then Rand shifted his body. Craning her neck, Juliet saw him reaching for the switch. He grasped it in his right hand and tightened his left arm, which encircled her waist. He tapped her bottom with the switch, testing its resilience.
“Now, princess, in the future you’ll obey the rules I set. I mean to make this memorable.”
Swick! The switch struck and Juliet felt an instant line of fire across her buttocks.
Swick! Again the switch impacted her bare flesh.
Swick! Huick! Swish! Three searing licks fell in rapid succession, causing her to wail and throw her feet up behind her.
Rand whipped the switch down with deft flicks of his wrist, placing red hot stripes across the squirming bottom cheeks of the unhappy princess.
Juliet had never felt anything sting so badly. Each strike was a blazing line of pure agony. He plied the switch from the top of her buttocks down to the soft fold where her bottom joined the tops of her thighs.
Juliet writhed and bucked over Rand’s lap, but he held her securely. She wriggled and fluttered her feet, trying everything to shake off the awful sting. Nothing worked. The switch sang through the still air of the camp, delivering its fiery message of pain, and she could not escape, no matter what she did.
Soon, she began to bleat her abject apologies.
“Ow… yow! Please… ahhh!”
Rand ignored her. He continued to apply the switch to her quickly reddening bottom at a steady tempo, undeterred by her wails and pleas for mercy.
“You (swick) need to learn (swick) this lesson (swick) well, princess. In this camp, my word is law (swick).”
Juliet howled with each red hot stripe of the switch.
Finally the princess broke into tears, sobbing uncontrollably. She slumped across Rand’s lap, emotionally exhausted, broken, unable even to squirm. It was the signal he’d been waiting for, her surrender. He stopped.
Rand took Juliet by the waist and placed her on her feet. Her dress fell to cover her nakedness. One of the older women appeared at his side. “Go with Gertrud, princess. She will give you a salve to take the sting away,” he said.
Juliet allowed the woman to lead her away. They climbed into a treehouse, remote from the others. Each step made Juliet wince. Her bottom stung like a thousand hornets had stung it. The woman bade her lie face down on a pallet.
“This will help take the sting out of Rand’s switch,” she said as she spread a gooey poultice over Juliet’s welted bottom. “He’s very taken with you, you know,” she added.
That surprised Juliet. “But he punished me so harshly. He whipped me,” she said.
“You must understand,” said Gertrud. “He had to. You violated an important law. He couldn’t look the other way, especially after Edith and Lylie had been punished for their part in it. The camp trusts that he treats everyone the same. You may be royalty as you say you are, but here it makes no difference.”
Juliet looked straight ahead and said nothing as the woman continued to tend to her. She supposed the woman was right. Still, the episode had been utterly demeaning, not to mention the awful sting of the switch. It wasn’t something she cared to repeat, ever.
“He cares for you,” said Gertrud in a low voice. Then, conspiratorially, she whispered, “If you go to him tonight, he will not refuse you. I could see it in his eyes.”
Juliet turned her head, startled. She saw the woman nod. “He will not refuse you. He wants you.”
* * *
She did not have to seek him out. An hour later, after Gertrud had finished and left, she heard someone climbing up the ladder. Juliet looked up. Rand stood in the doorway, a silhouette in the moonlight. Juliet got to her feet slowly, a shy maiden, waiting. Rand came to her, put his arms about her, and drew her close.
“I am sorry I had to do that, princess. I will help you return to your father.” Impulsively, she kissed him. For an instant she drew back, shocked at what she had done. Rand looked surprised, too. Then, as if of one mind, they came together, arms encircling each other and their bodies melding together. Their lips met and they kissed, a long passionate embrace that thrilled Juliet to her core.
He ran his hands all over her, up and down her back, then caressing her flanks. Her hands were busy, too. She felt his chest, then the broad shoulders, marveling at the hardness of muscle she felt there. Then her hands fell to his hips and the lean muscles of his legs. When he brushed his fingers across the tips of her breasts, the thrill of pleasure that shot through her made her knees buckle slightly.
Deftly he untied her bodice and he parted the fabric to reveal snowy breasts tipped with pink nipples. Another gentle tug on a string loosened her skirt and it fell about her ankles.
He knelt on one knee. What on earth was he doing? she wondered in a daze. His face was nearly level with her pelvis. Gently he put his finger in her drawers and tugged them down until they pooled at her feet.
She winced slightly as his hands cupped her buttocks, but she forgot her discomfort and lost herself in the most exquisite of sensations when Rand pressed his face into the triangle of her womanhood and kissed her womanly slit. She uttered a little moan of pleasure as his tongue flicked out, seeking, pushing itself into her sex, which was now flushed with moisture. All the while his fingers kneaded her buttocks, drawing her in so that her mons was fully accessible to his tongue. Ohh… it was heavenly. Never before had she felt such sensation. His probing tongue found the little nub of her clitoris and a surge of pleasure hit her like a lightning bolt. When her knees sagged and she almost fell, Rand caught her. He stood and scooped her into his arms. Gently he laid her on the sleeping pallet, then stood back.
Juliet lay watching Rand divest himself of clothing. When he tore away the underclothes, her startled eyes fastened on his male organ. She’d never seen one before, at least not in rampant erection like this. It was long and thick and straight, and she could only imagine what it was going to feel like inside her. But more than anything she wanted it, wanted to feel its length sliding into her most intimate place. That she was giving her maidenhood to this outlaw did not deter her resolve or desire in the slightest. She wanted this man.
He knelt on the pallet and eased his way between her legs. Instinctively she spread her knees apart and shifted her body so that she might more easily receive him. He kissed her belly and worked his way up her body, touching her everywhere with his lips. When he reached her breasts, he let his tongue tweak her nipples. Pleasure shot through her body and she closed her eyes, throwing her head back. When she opened them again, he was at her portal, ready to enter. His hands slipped beneath her buttocks and lifted her. Then she felt it, his erection pushing, sliding. There was a brief moment of intense pain as her maidenhead ruptured. Then he was in.
“Be still for a moment, my princess. The hurt will subside.”
It did. And then he began to move, stroking in and out, slowly at first then faster. The friction of his penis against her found her pleasure spot causing waves of the most ecstatic feeling she’d ever known to build. Starting as a stream in a woodland glade, it became a roaring cascade, tumbling over a waterfall. The powerful thrusts of Rand’s manhood were driving Juliet out of her mind, and she writhed in a delicious agony. Finally, from the core of her being came a wave, a tumbling, frothing cataract that burst from within like a wave crashing against the rocks. She moaned and her body shook, racked by a pulsating, overpowering bliss that peaked then finally subsided. In that moment Juliet realized that nothing about her life would ever be as it had been before.
January 1, 2015
New Year's Price Reduction -- Pendragon's Lash -- and an excerpt
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Here is an excerpt:
[By way of background Jessica is a Federation agent from the starship Bellera sent to Pendragon under cover to guard Penelope who is on a journey to a distant land to be married to Prince Edward of New Norfolk. In this scene the wedding caravan under command of Prince Alfred, Penelope's brother, has stopped for the night]
“This stream has a natural hot spring less than half a mile from this clearing,” Bethany said. “I’ve been here before with my family and my father took us there.”
“A hot spring?” Penelope was clearly excited.
“Yes. In a big pool. Have you ever been in a hot spring?”
Penelope shook her head.
“It’s wonderful. It’s warm and just heavenly. We could all go,” she said.
Penelope’s eyes lit up. “Yes, yes. Let’s go, at once. I can hardly wait to get out of these rank clothes and bathe. You do know the way, don’t you, Bethany?”
“Of course. There is a trail just up by the stream. You follow that and you’re there in no time.”
Jessica had heard enough. This was a very bad idea. Penelope had, of course, been forbidden by her father and Alfred to leave the caravan at any time. And Alfred had established a rule that no female was to leave his camp without an armed male escort. But her father was with the decoy caravan. Maybe she could talk them out of it.
“Uh, we were told to stay in camp,” said Jessica. “It could be dangerous in the forest. Aren’t there wild animals?” Jessica was actually more worried about a possible attack of some sort.
“It’s Jessica again,” sighed Penelope. “What are you, our nursemaid? Don’t you want to get clean? How can you stand yourself after riding all day in that sweaty carriage?”
“No,” said Bethany, smirking. “She’s scared. Are you scared, Jessica? Or maybe you’re afraid Alfred will be angry. Always the obedient one, aren’t you?”
It was true. Appearing more mature, as her cover required, Jessica was regarded as a stick-in-the-mud compared to the young flighty girls who surrounded Penelope. It sometimes felt more like being a keeper instead of a handmaid.amBut her mission demanded it. She’d try to talk them out of it, but no matter what, she’d stick to Penelope like glue, even if it meant disobeying Alfred’s orders about caravan safety. But what would he do then? Jessica wondered. She felt a shiver of arousal as she contemplated the likely punishment. She’d be as guilty as any of them. And, having seen how casually women were corrected on Pendragon, she wondered what a more intimate punishment might feel like. The whip had been bad. But a man’s hand smacking her ass? A man like Alfred? She rubbed her arms to suppress the goosebumps.
“Come or stay, Jessica. We are going,” said Penelope. “But don’t you dare tell or I’ll have Dame Frances take a switch to you.” Dame Frances was a housekeeper and nominally responsible for oversight of FPenelope’s entourage on this trip. From what Jessica had observed, Penelope’s threat was not an idle one.
The plan they hatched was to sneak out, one at a time, and head up the trail. It all happened too fast. One by one, they slipped out of the back of the pavilion. Jessica had no choice. She followed. Well perhaps this will give me a clue as to who the spy might be, she thought. Alfred has to know where we are. She scribbled a hasty message to Alfred and left it pinned under a rock at the entrance to their quarters.
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Alfred rendezvoused with Edward deeper in the forest. Edward had taken the opportunity to hunt and kill a large boar-like creature, reputedly good to eat. “The men will enjoy this,” he said. “It will take some of the drudgery out of this trek.”
“Drudgery?” chided Alfred, who was in good spirits. “You are marrying my sister. There is no drudgery, yet. But just wait. You still have to tame the little fox.”
“Yes, I can see what awaits me, but by God, man, she is lovely. Your sister is indeed a beautiful woman.”
Alfred flashed a thin smile, all the while shaking his head. “Yes, beautiful. But willful, spoiled, bratty …” He started to tick things off on his fingers.
“I’ll manage, I think,” said Edward as they rode side by side. “You say your father dotes on her.”
“That he does. After her mother died, no one could lay a hand on her. Not me, not her governesses, teachers, and certainly not my father. No matter what mischief she got up to. It was always somebody else who got punished.”
“Hmm. Sorry my friend, but once we are wed, that changes. I know she’s your sister, but in New Norfolk things are a bit different.”
“You’ll get no fight from me on that score. Penelope is years overdue to be taken in hand. What the girl needs is a well-warmed bottom.”
“We’ll see, my friend. But I’ll save that discussion for later.” At that, Edward spurred his horse forward and Alfred followed in pursuit.
****************
Jessica didn’t like the looks of the place. It was hemmed in by high rock walls in a narrow canyon. The stream entered the canyon at the edge of the forest and flowed into a natural pool formed by rocks. Penelope and the other girls had made their way up stream to the natural rock pool which was fed by an underwater hot spring. So while Penelope and her ladies were tossing their clothes off, Jessica was looking around, assessing the threat level. There were plenty of places from which an attack could come.
As Bethany had promised, the pool was delightful. The sounds of water cascading over rocks in the canyon was soon joined by the sounds of the girls giggling and splashing. Clothes were strewn all over the rocks. A few of the maids were nude, including Penelope, and Jessica could not help but notice the sexy curves on the girl. But of course they were all beautiful. What did Alfred think about her? She was leaner, more muscled and fit as a result of her training and physical regimen. Did he find that attractive? She wondered.
*******************
Back at camp Alfred dismounted and made his way toward Penelope’s pavilion with the intent of checking on her. He ran into one of the ladies’ mistresses, Dame Frances.
“Prince Alfred, sir. Come quickly!” She was clearly agitated.
Alfred felt alarm. What was this?
“They are gone.” The woman’s expression clearly projected worry.
“What do you mean, gone?”
“They are not in their quarters or anywhere in camp. I have looked everywhere.”
Alfred brushed by her and ran to Penelope’s tent. She was right. It was deserted. Alfred looked around. What has that girl done now? His only consolation was that Jessica had gone with them. She wouldn’t leave Penelope alone. Then he spied it. A rock right at the tent’s entrance pinning a piece of writing scrip. It bore the words “hot pool—upstream.” That was all. Jessica,he thought. There must have been little time. Who was the damn fool who had suggested this frolic?
Alfred quickly rounded up his knights. “Penelope and her entourage have wandered off,” he told his men. They are upstream a ways. We have to fetch them. There could be all kinds of danger up there, as you know. Let’s go get them before something sneaks up on them. Like a sabertooth or a sloth bear, he thought. Or, worse, an assassin.
Why these addled-headed girls had thought they were immune from the dangers of life in the wild on Pendragon, Alfred didn’t know, but he was going to drag them back, and knock some sense into whoever had proposed it, daughters of noble families or not. Their fathers would thank him.
Edward, coming back from the cooking pavilion, saw Alfred mount his horse in a hurry. “Where are you going?”
“To fetch your bride-to-be,” said Alfred, “before she’s sabertooth food.”
“What are you saying?” said Edward.
“Bring a few men. Follow me.”
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Jessica was perched on a rock ledge above the pool, keeping a watchful eye.Later, recalling the incident, she would speculate that it must have been an intriguing sight that greeted the men as they rode up the path by the stream and the hot spring pool came into view. Half a dozen naked or nearly naked young maidens splashed about in the pool while two others sunned themselves on the rocks. It was as if the men had come upon a bevy of bathing water nymphs, gaily cavorting about.
They all had been oblivious until the knights had entered the clearing encircling the pool. Alfred quietly dismounted and now stood stock still, his arms folded, a frown on his face. Jessica saw him, but did not react, nor did she move to cover herself. It wasn’t in her nature to be ashamed of her own nakedness anyway, and indeed, the thought of displaying herself to Alfred in this state made it exciting. Let him see me, she thought. She was also guessing that a reckoning would be coming for this foolish escapade. Whatever happened, she’d have to play her part without complaint.
One of the girls finally noticed the men and shrieked. Then they all did and panic ensued, complete with yelling and flailing arms as the girls thrashed about. But there was nowhere to go. Alfred just waited until the din died down.
Penelope decided to brazen it out. “One of you, hand me my dress,” she snapped at a nearby knight. “And take your eyes off me, you oaf.” She glared at Alfred, feigning indignance. “Brother, what is the meaning of this? Can’t you see we are bathing? Remove your men so we can climb out of this pool and dress.”
“Oh, you’ll climb out of the pool and dress, sister. But first you’ll tell me whose idea this was.”
For a moment, no one spoke.
“If you must know, it was mine,” Bethany spoke up. “I’ve been here before. With my father and mother. It’s perfectly safe.” But she lowered herself deeper into the pool under Alfred’s angry gaze.
“Your father would have never approved of this, Bethany LeBlanc,” said Alfred. He tossed Penelope her dress. “Put it on and get out,” he said.As Penelope struggled to get into the dress, which would be soaking, Alfred addressed his men.
“I want you to follow my instructions, men. We are going to teach these young ladies the price of folly. On this trip I am master and responsible for the safety of all. This little jaunt has put these girls at risk and they need to be taught a lesson. The instructions were, no one leaves camp. There are reasons for this. But they disobeyed.”
Each of the ladies looked at each other nervously. They could sense that someone was about to be punished.
“I want each of you to assist one of Penelope’s ladies out of the pool. But they are not to dress. Do it.”
He looked at Bethany. “Except for you, Bethany LeBlanc. I’ll deal with you back at camp.”
There was no help for it. Each girl was seized by one of the men and yanked out of the pool. He tossed Bethany her clothes. “You can watch this for now, but your turn is coming. I’ll have no more disobeying of camp safety on this trip and I don’t care who your fathers are.”
“Gentlemen, find a log or a stump on which to sit. Put your lady across your knee and spank her bottom soundly until I tell you to stop.” At this pronouncement the shrieks started anew and the girls twisted and wiggled in the grasp of their individual captors, trying to escape.
Jessica had sidled up next to Alfred, who looked at her and shook his head. “No. Not you,” he said.
This was the time. Now she would find out what intimate discipline felt like. “But you must,” Jessica whispered. “If I’m spared, they will think I’m special somehow and not to be trusted. I need their trust.” This much was true, but it was only part of what now motivated Jessica. For her attraction to Alfred had grown in the course of the mission. He was unlike any man she’d ever met – strong, assertive and confident. His attitude toward women in particular, typical of the males on Pendragon, was something Jessica had never experienced, but it spoke to her on an atavistic level. She hadn’t had that much experience with the opposite sex to begin with, and the stark difference in the nature of male-female relationships on Pendragon with those in service to the Federation was both intriguing and exciting on a level she didn’t yet understand. But what she understood at this very moment was that she wanted to be treated like a naughty female who had disobeyed her male master and protector. She found the notion of the impending juvenile chastisement distinctly arousing.
Alfred raised his eyebrows at first, but then pursed his lips as if to acknowledge she was right. “I hope you’ll forgive me, but I have to make this convincing,” he whispered. Then he dragged her over to a stump and sat down.
Jessica let herself be upended until she was lying across Alfred’s lap, bottoms up. She was stark naked, a condition she was comfortable with normally, but in this position she felt horribly exposed. Alfred’s hand landed on her bottom with a loud smack. The sting took her breath away. His hand must be huge, she thought. Yow! Ahhh — Owww!
A barrage of methodically applied smacks set her bare bottom on fire. Alfred applied his palm to every inch of Jessica’s bouncing behind, from the tops of her thighs to the crowns of her jiggling bottom cheeks. The brisk smacks jarred her teeth and she flinched as each hearty smack made loud impact with her tender seat.
It’s okay to wriggle, she told herself, gasping. The fact was, she couldn’t help it. The hot sting of his palm was driving her to thrash about, squirming over Alfred’s lap. Alfred’s left arm was a steel band across her back. Her bottom jutted up prominently providing a lush target for his punishing hand. She waved her legs in the air. She clenched and unclenched her bottom cheeks. It was all to no avail. The stinging heat escalated, no matter what she did, and now she ruefully understood why the spanking of a woman’s bottom on this barbaric planet was such an effective punishment. But even as the insufferable heat in her nether cheeks rose, she found her sex responding and she ground her pelvis against Alfred’s knee. Surges of pleasure began to compete with the pain of the spanking. She couldn’t understand why this would be so, but she could not deny it was happening.
Jessica looked around. The same scene was playing out all over the clearing. Alfred’s men were doling out sound spankings to every one of Penelope’s maids, and none of them were taking it quietly. The little blonde Karina yelped lustily and wriggled like an eel as a handsome knight who had put her over one knee smacked her bouncing buttocks. The reddish-haired tall and lithe Catherine Cuthbert was losing a battle to accept her punishment stoically. She’d always had an aristocratic air about her, but now she was just another bawling maid, kicking and screaming at the indignity of a sound spanking on a jiggling fanny from a husky knight not much older than herself. The sounds of male palms cracking against tender girl flesh competed with the shrieks, caterwauling, and abject promises of future good behavior. The cacophony was amplified by the echoes off the canyon walls.....
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Here is an excerpt:
[By way of background Jessica is a Federation agent from the starship Bellera sent to Pendragon under cover to guard Penelope who is on a journey to a distant land to be married to Prince Edward of New Norfolk. In this scene the wedding caravan under command of Prince Alfred, Penelope's brother, has stopped for the night]
“This stream has a natural hot spring less than half a mile from this clearing,” Bethany said. “I’ve been here before with my family and my father took us there.”
“A hot spring?” Penelope was clearly excited.
“Yes. In a big pool. Have you ever been in a hot spring?”
Penelope shook her head.
“It’s wonderful. It’s warm and just heavenly. We could all go,” she said.
Penelope’s eyes lit up. “Yes, yes. Let’s go, at once. I can hardly wait to get out of these rank clothes and bathe. You do know the way, don’t you, Bethany?”
“Of course. There is a trail just up by the stream. You follow that and you’re there in no time.”
Jessica had heard enough. This was a very bad idea. Penelope had, of course, been forbidden by her father and Alfred to leave the caravan at any time. And Alfred had established a rule that no female was to leave his camp without an armed male escort. But her father was with the decoy caravan. Maybe she could talk them out of it.
“Uh, we were told to stay in camp,” said Jessica. “It could be dangerous in the forest. Aren’t there wild animals?” Jessica was actually more worried about a possible attack of some sort.
“It’s Jessica again,” sighed Penelope. “What are you, our nursemaid? Don’t you want to get clean? How can you stand yourself after riding all day in that sweaty carriage?”
“No,” said Bethany, smirking. “She’s scared. Are you scared, Jessica? Or maybe you’re afraid Alfred will be angry. Always the obedient one, aren’t you?”
It was true. Appearing more mature, as her cover required, Jessica was regarded as a stick-in-the-mud compared to the young flighty girls who surrounded Penelope. It sometimes felt more like being a keeper instead of a handmaid.amBut her mission demanded it. She’d try to talk them out of it, but no matter what, she’d stick to Penelope like glue, even if it meant disobeying Alfred’s orders about caravan safety. But what would he do then? Jessica wondered. She felt a shiver of arousal as she contemplated the likely punishment. She’d be as guilty as any of them. And, having seen how casually women were corrected on Pendragon, she wondered what a more intimate punishment might feel like. The whip had been bad. But a man’s hand smacking her ass? A man like Alfred? She rubbed her arms to suppress the goosebumps.
“Come or stay, Jessica. We are going,” said Penelope. “But don’t you dare tell or I’ll have Dame Frances take a switch to you.” Dame Frances was a housekeeper and nominally responsible for oversight of FPenelope’s entourage on this trip. From what Jessica had observed, Penelope’s threat was not an idle one.
The plan they hatched was to sneak out, one at a time, and head up the trail. It all happened too fast. One by one, they slipped out of the back of the pavilion. Jessica had no choice. She followed. Well perhaps this will give me a clue as to who the spy might be, she thought. Alfred has to know where we are. She scribbled a hasty message to Alfred and left it pinned under a rock at the entrance to their quarters.
********************
Alfred rendezvoused with Edward deeper in the forest. Edward had taken the opportunity to hunt and kill a large boar-like creature, reputedly good to eat. “The men will enjoy this,” he said. “It will take some of the drudgery out of this trek.”
“Drudgery?” chided Alfred, who was in good spirits. “You are marrying my sister. There is no drudgery, yet. But just wait. You still have to tame the little fox.”
“Yes, I can see what awaits me, but by God, man, she is lovely. Your sister is indeed a beautiful woman.”
Alfred flashed a thin smile, all the while shaking his head. “Yes, beautiful. But willful, spoiled, bratty …” He started to tick things off on his fingers.
“I’ll manage, I think,” said Edward as they rode side by side. “You say your father dotes on her.”
“That he does. After her mother died, no one could lay a hand on her. Not me, not her governesses, teachers, and certainly not my father. No matter what mischief she got up to. It was always somebody else who got punished.”
“Hmm. Sorry my friend, but once we are wed, that changes. I know she’s your sister, but in New Norfolk things are a bit different.”
“You’ll get no fight from me on that score. Penelope is years overdue to be taken in hand. What the girl needs is a well-warmed bottom.”
“We’ll see, my friend. But I’ll save that discussion for later.” At that, Edward spurred his horse forward and Alfred followed in pursuit.
****************
Jessica didn’t like the looks of the place. It was hemmed in by high rock walls in a narrow canyon. The stream entered the canyon at the edge of the forest and flowed into a natural pool formed by rocks. Penelope and the other girls had made their way up stream to the natural rock pool which was fed by an underwater hot spring. So while Penelope and her ladies were tossing their clothes off, Jessica was looking around, assessing the threat level. There were plenty of places from which an attack could come.
As Bethany had promised, the pool was delightful. The sounds of water cascading over rocks in the canyon was soon joined by the sounds of the girls giggling and splashing. Clothes were strewn all over the rocks. A few of the maids were nude, including Penelope, and Jessica could not help but notice the sexy curves on the girl. But of course they were all beautiful. What did Alfred think about her? She was leaner, more muscled and fit as a result of her training and physical regimen. Did he find that attractive? She wondered.
*******************
Back at camp Alfred dismounted and made his way toward Penelope’s pavilion with the intent of checking on her. He ran into one of the ladies’ mistresses, Dame Frances.
“Prince Alfred, sir. Come quickly!” She was clearly agitated.
Alfred felt alarm. What was this?
“They are gone.” The woman’s expression clearly projected worry.
“What do you mean, gone?”
“They are not in their quarters or anywhere in camp. I have looked everywhere.”
Alfred brushed by her and ran to Penelope’s tent. She was right. It was deserted. Alfred looked around. What has that girl done now? His only consolation was that Jessica had gone with them. She wouldn’t leave Penelope alone. Then he spied it. A rock right at the tent’s entrance pinning a piece of writing scrip. It bore the words “hot pool—upstream.” That was all. Jessica,he thought. There must have been little time. Who was the damn fool who had suggested this frolic?
Alfred quickly rounded up his knights. “Penelope and her entourage have wandered off,” he told his men. They are upstream a ways. We have to fetch them. There could be all kinds of danger up there, as you know. Let’s go get them before something sneaks up on them. Like a sabertooth or a sloth bear, he thought. Or, worse, an assassin.
Why these addled-headed girls had thought they were immune from the dangers of life in the wild on Pendragon, Alfred didn’t know, but he was going to drag them back, and knock some sense into whoever had proposed it, daughters of noble families or not. Their fathers would thank him.
Edward, coming back from the cooking pavilion, saw Alfred mount his horse in a hurry. “Where are you going?”
“To fetch your bride-to-be,” said Alfred, “before she’s sabertooth food.”
“What are you saying?” said Edward.
“Bring a few men. Follow me.”
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Jessica was perched on a rock ledge above the pool, keeping a watchful eye.Later, recalling the incident, she would speculate that it must have been an intriguing sight that greeted the men as they rode up the path by the stream and the hot spring pool came into view. Half a dozen naked or nearly naked young maidens splashed about in the pool while two others sunned themselves on the rocks. It was as if the men had come upon a bevy of bathing water nymphs, gaily cavorting about.
They all had been oblivious until the knights had entered the clearing encircling the pool. Alfred quietly dismounted and now stood stock still, his arms folded, a frown on his face. Jessica saw him, but did not react, nor did she move to cover herself. It wasn’t in her nature to be ashamed of her own nakedness anyway, and indeed, the thought of displaying herself to Alfred in this state made it exciting. Let him see me, she thought. She was also guessing that a reckoning would be coming for this foolish escapade. Whatever happened, she’d have to play her part without complaint.
One of the girls finally noticed the men and shrieked. Then they all did and panic ensued, complete with yelling and flailing arms as the girls thrashed about. But there was nowhere to go. Alfred just waited until the din died down.
Penelope decided to brazen it out. “One of you, hand me my dress,” she snapped at a nearby knight. “And take your eyes off me, you oaf.” She glared at Alfred, feigning indignance. “Brother, what is the meaning of this? Can’t you see we are bathing? Remove your men so we can climb out of this pool and dress.”
“Oh, you’ll climb out of the pool and dress, sister. But first you’ll tell me whose idea this was.”
For a moment, no one spoke.
“If you must know, it was mine,” Bethany spoke up. “I’ve been here before. With my father and mother. It’s perfectly safe.” But she lowered herself deeper into the pool under Alfred’s angry gaze.
“Your father would have never approved of this, Bethany LeBlanc,” said Alfred. He tossed Penelope her dress. “Put it on and get out,” he said.As Penelope struggled to get into the dress, which would be soaking, Alfred addressed his men.
“I want you to follow my instructions, men. We are going to teach these young ladies the price of folly. On this trip I am master and responsible for the safety of all. This little jaunt has put these girls at risk and they need to be taught a lesson. The instructions were, no one leaves camp. There are reasons for this. But they disobeyed.”
Each of the ladies looked at each other nervously. They could sense that someone was about to be punished.
“I want each of you to assist one of Penelope’s ladies out of the pool. But they are not to dress. Do it.”
He looked at Bethany. “Except for you, Bethany LeBlanc. I’ll deal with you back at camp.”
There was no help for it. Each girl was seized by one of the men and yanked out of the pool. He tossed Bethany her clothes. “You can watch this for now, but your turn is coming. I’ll have no more disobeying of camp safety on this trip and I don’t care who your fathers are.”
“Gentlemen, find a log or a stump on which to sit. Put your lady across your knee and spank her bottom soundly until I tell you to stop.” At this pronouncement the shrieks started anew and the girls twisted and wiggled in the grasp of their individual captors, trying to escape.
Jessica had sidled up next to Alfred, who looked at her and shook his head. “No. Not you,” he said.
This was the time. Now she would find out what intimate discipline felt like. “But you must,” Jessica whispered. “If I’m spared, they will think I’m special somehow and not to be trusted. I need their trust.” This much was true, but it was only part of what now motivated Jessica. For her attraction to Alfred had grown in the course of the mission. He was unlike any man she’d ever met – strong, assertive and confident. His attitude toward women in particular, typical of the males on Pendragon, was something Jessica had never experienced, but it spoke to her on an atavistic level. She hadn’t had that much experience with the opposite sex to begin with, and the stark difference in the nature of male-female relationships on Pendragon with those in service to the Federation was both intriguing and exciting on a level she didn’t yet understand. But what she understood at this very moment was that she wanted to be treated like a naughty female who had disobeyed her male master and protector. She found the notion of the impending juvenile chastisement distinctly arousing.
Alfred raised his eyebrows at first, but then pursed his lips as if to acknowledge she was right. “I hope you’ll forgive me, but I have to make this convincing,” he whispered. Then he dragged her over to a stump and sat down.
Jessica let herself be upended until she was lying across Alfred’s lap, bottoms up. She was stark naked, a condition she was comfortable with normally, but in this position she felt horribly exposed. Alfred’s hand landed on her bottom with a loud smack. The sting took her breath away. His hand must be huge, she thought. Yow! Ahhh — Owww!
A barrage of methodically applied smacks set her bare bottom on fire. Alfred applied his palm to every inch of Jessica’s bouncing behind, from the tops of her thighs to the crowns of her jiggling bottom cheeks. The brisk smacks jarred her teeth and she flinched as each hearty smack made loud impact with her tender seat.
It’s okay to wriggle, she told herself, gasping. The fact was, she couldn’t help it. The hot sting of his palm was driving her to thrash about, squirming over Alfred’s lap. Alfred’s left arm was a steel band across her back. Her bottom jutted up prominently providing a lush target for his punishing hand. She waved her legs in the air. She clenched and unclenched her bottom cheeks. It was all to no avail. The stinging heat escalated, no matter what she did, and now she ruefully understood why the spanking of a woman’s bottom on this barbaric planet was such an effective punishment. But even as the insufferable heat in her nether cheeks rose, she found her sex responding and she ground her pelvis against Alfred’s knee. Surges of pleasure began to compete with the pain of the spanking. She couldn’t understand why this would be so, but she could not deny it was happening.
Jessica looked around. The same scene was playing out all over the clearing. Alfred’s men were doling out sound spankings to every one of Penelope’s maids, and none of them were taking it quietly. The little blonde Karina yelped lustily and wriggled like an eel as a handsome knight who had put her over one knee smacked her bouncing buttocks. The reddish-haired tall and lithe Catherine Cuthbert was losing a battle to accept her punishment stoically. She’d always had an aristocratic air about her, but now she was just another bawling maid, kicking and screaming at the indignity of a sound spanking on a jiggling fanny from a husky knight not much older than herself. The sounds of male palms cracking against tender girl flesh competed with the shrieks, caterwauling, and abject promises of future good behavior. The cacophony was amplified by the echoes off the canyon walls.....
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December 13, 2014
THIS BLOG IS BEING REMODELED
Sorry for the interruption but this blog will be altered for major remodeling. The only posts active now are those that contain no photography, generally posts prior to 2014. I'll announce when it will be up and running again.
