watched the clock. Soon he would have her. He would not have to put up with her
simpering virgin smiles any longer. No longer would he have to play the
interested suitor. He would strip her; he would mark her perfect flesh; she
would become his toy. He had patiently stalked her like prey.
had she realized when they danced that in his mind he had her tied to a post
flogging her, or when he read her poetry in that hideous eyesore of a home,
that he could imagine her naked at his feet, pleading for him to spare her more
punishment. For six endless months he had played the game of courtship, always
wearing the face of gentle love while raping her in his mind. She was his and
nothing would stop him now.
stood in front of the mirror, brushing her long brown hair into smooth curls.
She wore the beautiful white gown her aunt had insisted upon and only hoped
that her husband would find it as lovely as she did. Husband. She stopped
brushing her hair and looked at the new gold band on her finger. It all seemed
so strange to think that she was married. Tonight was her wedding night;
tonight was her first night at sea. She was filled with such excitement. Aunt
Heddie said that it would hurt at first, but it could be pleasant later. She
had overheard other women discuss the pleasures of married life and of lovers.
She hoped that Albert would be gentle, that he would also be her lover. He had
been so good to her while they courted. Surely nothing unpleasant could happen
wondered when Albert would return from the ship's smoking room. Even now the
ship was steaming toward her new home in England. Aunt Heddie was her only
family left and not in good health. For many years, Amy had longed for more
family, for holidays not spent in dreary, closed-up rooms. She looked forward
to her new life, imagining parties with society, the beautiful manor that
Albert had described to her, and eventually, children of her own. It was a good
match. Albert could provide her with security, love and a family; she brought
with her a large inheritance to help with his estates. She felt a moment’s
pang. Albert had come to America with his twin brother James. She actually felt
more attracted to him, but Aunt Heddie had insisted that she set her sights for
Albert. Albert had the title while James was just the younger brother.
there be anything else, your Ladyship?" the young freckle-faced maid
asked, carrying the damp towels from Amy’s bath.
Amy struggled to remember her name, "No, Jane. That will be all until
girl curtsied and left. Amy took a deep breath and decided to sit in the wing
chair to wait. It did not feel any different being married, but it did feel
different to be called Ladyship, or Lady Hawthorne.
picked up the book of poetry she had packed and was leafing through it when the
door opened. Albert stepped in and shut the door.
stood and smoothed the thin cotton gown nervously and smiled at him, blushing
to be so indecent in front of a man. Her smile faded as he kept staring, his
you like it, Albert?" she ventured shyly.
very suitable for a young virgin bride," he began to remove his waistcoat
as he walked around her, inspecting her. "Take it off."
Amy blinked. Aunt Heddie had told her to be modest even in the presence of her
he barked, tossing the waistcoat to a chair, and then removing his tie and
collar. "You are my wife and I will see what I have gotten. Take it off,
or I will rip it off of you."
trembled at the cold anger. He had never raised his voice to her before.
course, Albert," her hands shook as she removed the gown and carefully
laid it on the bed. Nervously, she covered herself with her hands, unable to
quite meet his eyes.
saw him move closer, walking around her again. Amy was completely unprepared
for the rough movement as he grabbed her arms from behind and tightly bound her
wrists together with his tie.
are you doing?" she tried to turn around, but he grabbed her long loose
hair and pulled it until she was bent backwards like a bow, unable to move
will obey me and you will obey me quickly," he hissed in her ear,
"You will never cover yourself in my presence unless I have told you that
you may. Do you understand this?"
she whimpered in pain, "Please, Albert, you are hurting me!"
laughed, shoving her toward the bed. Unable to catch herself, she landed face
down on the bed. He moved quickly, retrieving from his trunk a rod with a
leather cuff on each end. Her confused struggles were no match for his
strength. In moments the device obscenely parted her legs.
sat on the bed next to her, petting her long hair soothingly, "Now, Amy,
it is time for you to learn a few rules you will follow as my wife. I already
discussed the first two with you. You will always promptly obey me and you will
not cover yourself in my presence. The third rule, you will never speak back to
me. You will address me in public as My Lord. In our home, you will address me
trembled under the soft petting that belied the cold words, "Master?” Her
tone held the question of disbelief.
called Abraham ‘Master.’ Is the Bible
not good enough for you?" his fingers tightened in her hair.
is fine," she hurriedly assured him. Still the fingers tightened and
is fine, what?" his voice was ice that chilled her soul.
is fine, Master," tears of fear filled her eyes.
fingers in her hair loosened and the petting continued. Amy blinked back tears.
What had she done to anger him? Marriage was not supposed to be like this. Her
husband had rights over her body, but not like this. She tried to wiggle free
of the bonds, but she was secured.
M-Master,” she stumbled over the name, “Why are you doing this?”
stood and moved across the stateroom, "I think you need a lesson on the
fact that as your husband, I am your Lord and Master."
came back to her and pulled her head back with her hair, forcing something into
her mouth. With deft fingers he fastened the strap at the back of her head. Amy
fought the hard cloth ball that filled her mouth, but the strap held it fast.
She began to scream, but the cloth muffled the sound to a level that would not
carry beyond the stateroom.
began to fill her. This could not be happening. Albert had always been gentle
and kind to her. Not once had he taken advantage of her, and now this? Surely
he would free her and there would be some explanation.
stood at the foot of the bed and watched with dark delight at the sight of his
naked struggling wife. She was far lovelier than he had imagined. While she was
not a striking beauty, her pale skin would hold the marks he planned so well.
Her fear was intoxicating. He doubted that she had ever been spanked in her
life, let alone imagined what he had planned for her tonight.
took the leather razor strap from the wall and waited. He waited until she
stopped wiggling. He could almost hear her thinking that this was some
disturbing game. He had not really hurt her – yet. The anticipation of her pain
made him begin to harden.
a sardonic smile, he leaned over her, speaking in a gentle voice, playing with
her mind, “I’ll let you up now. I was just joking.” Her body relaxed and he
laughed deeply, lifting the strap in the air.
a skill that showed hours of practice he brought the strap down across the
smooth heart-shaped posterior. Her muffled scream was like a shot of an opiate
to him and he gave her another stroke. Ah, yes, the red mark blossomed on her
skin. He moved the next blow to the sensitive skin of her upper thighs. After
several more hard strokes of the strap he sat by her head and petted her again.
I am your Master, am I not?"
nodded frantically, her plain brown eyes glistening with tears and fear.
smiled at the sight of her distress. She was going to provide him with hours of
pleasure. It might even make the dull trip home a bit interesting.
now my Chattel, I am going to continue to beat you as it pleases me to do so.
Think of it as punishment for speaking back to me, for covering yourself, for
not obeying quickly."
laughed at her muffled cry of pure distress and went to the trunk again.
Winston had packed all the tools that he had requested. Lovingly, he removed
the leather flogger.
lay helpless before him, a canvass for his best work. It was his wedding night
and he planned to make the most of it. Albert began a steady, smooth stroke
across her back, buttocks and thighs until her whole body glowed with the
redness of pain.
took a break, sipping cognac and watching her sob into the bed. Refreshed, he
removed his shirt and trousers and stood in his small clothes. The bed was big
enough that he only needed to roll her over to get her facing up.
look at those fear-filled eyes wet with tears and he almost came then and
there. Her breasts were full and pert, delightfully topping her narrow waist.
He would have to look at her corsets. He wanted to be sure she was wearing ones
that would please him best, when he allowed her to wear anything at all.
you learned your lesson, Wife?" he asked sweetly. Her frantic nodding made
him smile. He shook his head, glorying as the brief light of hope in her eyes
faded to renewed fear.
am only half done with your punishment. I have these to whip too," her
caressed her breasts with the whip, teasing them each until her dark nipples
stood hard despite her fear.
he felt she was ready, he began the same steady strokes of the flogger. Her
screams, still muffled, were shaper than before and she wiggled and jiggled
more. By the time her breasts were as red as her backside, he was ready
stepped out of the small clothes and knelt above her. With no tenderness he
checked to see if she was wet or not. She was adequately lubricated for his
himself at her entrance, he began a slow penetration, his own eyes closed at
the pleasure of having something so tight wrap around him. Her whimpers of fear
and pain, muffled by the gag were soft and pleasing to him. He imagined her as
begging, pleading for more pain. The
power was intoxicating and her helplessness to prevent anything that he desired
to do to her was the key.
grabbed a breast in each hand and began to squeeze them tightly, feeling her
body squeeze even tighter around him. He thrust hard, feeling the resistance
give and began a hard cadence on her body. The pleasure of her around him was
so great that he began to stroke even harder, feeling him press in against her
womb. He loved how his grunts of pleasure mingled with the stifled sounds of
her terror and pain. He wanted to be sure that she never forgot this night.
came deep inside of her with great personal satisfaction. When he was done, he
rose and cleaned the blood from his cock and looked back at his wife. She lay
there, bound, spread and stunned at the force he had used. Just looking at her
helplessness made him want to hurt her more, to use her body again and again.
returned to the chest and looked for his next toy. The night was still very
moved carefully from the bedroom into the sitting room. Albert was seated at
the table there, sipping his coffee and talking softly with his valet. She
wondered if the thin, cold-looking man knew about the previous night. She
pushed that thought away. How could he? Everything seemed so normal now. Her
lawn waist, trimmed in ecru lace and the gored skirt were sufficient to hide
all the marks that she now bore, but the cosmetics only partially hid the small
bruise at the side of her mouth from the gag. Jane had said nothing while
dressing her, but Amy had caught the look of pity in her eyes.
looked up at her with cold, clinical pleasure, "You look lovely dear,
please be seated.”
she sat, her buttocks were sore from the beating last night and doubly from the
short beating this morning when he found she had put on drawers. Jane had just
left and he had made Amy stand to be inspected. He had lifted her skirts and
seen them. She had felt the anger pour from him as he pushed her to the bed,
ripping the fine cotton from her body. He grabbed the razor strap and beat her
in a stony silence punctuated only by her muffled sobbing and the sound of
leather on bare flesh. After twenty strokes he stopped, straightened his
clothes and suggested she join him in the sitting room for breakfast. Surely
she was safe now in the presence of the help, she thought as she poured herself
a cup of coffee.
did not say you could have anything to eat," his soft, cold tone rattled
her as much as if he had shouted and she almost dropped the coffee pot.
managed to put it down safely and gave a nervous, apologetic smile, "I am
sorry my Lord. I will remember to wait next time."
did you call me?" each word came out hard and dark as he stood up, towering
over her, displeasure radiating from his eyes.
Lord, as you instructed," Amy whispered, pushing her chair back in fear.
Do you see any 'public' around? No, we are not in public."
she glanced at Winston who was leering at her and she realized with cold
certainty that he did know everything. "No, Master. I beg your forgiveness
for my error."
seemed to pacify him and he sat again and nodded to her, "You may have a
cup of coffee, nothing more. Before you do, show me your cunt."
blinked, “My what?”
gave her an irritated look, “Your cunt, your cuny, you twat, your pussy. I want
to see between your legs. You will not wear under things to hide it from me.
You must be accessible to my desires at any time. Now show me your cunt, you little
was only one way to do that. Her fear of another beating so soon and the
outrage that he would use such a word directed at her gave her the impetus to
lift her skirts so that he could see her bare sex and the edge of the corset.
She trembled, trying not to cry at the humiliation.
she was standing displayed, there was a knock on the door. She started to drop
her skirt, but at a warning sound from Albert she remained stock-still.
brother is arrived, Sir," Winston announced.
him in. He should see this sorry excuse for a woman."
led in a young man that looked identical to Albert in all save his eyes. Where
Albert had blue eyes, James had green eyes.
looked at Amy, standing there with her skirts lifted to the room. He could see
the red marks on her thighs that told him she had been through a long night.
is lovely, brother. Nicely marked," he complimented as he took another
seat and let Winston pour him a cup of tea. The American obsession with coffee
was not to his taste. "Looks like she was a handful last night."
heard her stifle a sob softly behind her skirts.
I could not handle, James. She will take some training of course, but in time
she will do anything I ask without thought or question.” James looked at the
welts on her skin and smiled coldly. He would have her stand like this in the
main salon if he could. She deserved nothing better.
added some sugar to the tea and stirred it, admiring Amy's dark brown fuzz at
the cleft of her thighs, "That may be so, but she will never love
laughed, "Only fools worry of love. She is my wife, not my lover. You are
always too kind to the bitches, worrying about their feelings and if they loved
you. See how much that has done for you?"
never saw beyond the pain to the pleasure. Did Amy have any pleasure of last
night?” James let a touch of anger tinge his words.
shrugged indicating that he did not care, "Take her if you wish, James.
The more she is fucked, the sooner she will breed an heir. I would rather it be
you than Winston. In fact, do her now and start earning your keep. I wish to
watch while I have my breakfast."
dropped her skirts in shock, “Alber- Master! Please, Oh God, No!”
half-rose until her fear of him silenced her, “shut up, Bitch and obey. I will
punish you later for that.”
bit her lip and stood trembling.
stood, "As you wish, Albert.” He looked around the room and decided on the
loveseat. He took Amy's hand, and led her to the back of the loveseat.
looked into her fear-filled eyes and smiled gently at her, "What Albert
will not tell you, Amy, is that he is infertile. He is in need of an heir, but
cannot produce one himself. Therefore, I shall be around to help in this task.
will obey me as you obey Albert, but I will show you the pleasure of obedience,
too, in time. Right now, I have other business; I must honor my agreement with
no further words, he bent her face first over the loveseat and lifted her
skirts, rolling them neatly as to avoid telltale wrinkles later. Her buttocks
were covered with welt marks in a tantalizing design. James loosed his trousers
and in a few moments was thrusting inside of her. He could feel her crying
silently, but he was so in need of her body that it was all he could do at this
moment not to hurt her more. She was delightfully tight and she made the nicest
little noises each time he thrust.
he was done, he lowered her skirts and turned her around. It was no wonder his
brother had married her, wealth not withstanding. Her moist blue eyes made him
hungry for her again.
Amy," he made his tone gentle but firm. She knelt, his cock now at eye
level to her.
me clean now," he guided her head to his cock and smiled at her awkward and
fumbling attempts to obey. She wrinkled her nose in distaste at the taste of
their combined fluids, but kept licking.
He would have to work on getting her to school her reactions, unless she
wanted more beatings.
would soon tire of her, and that would give him more time to train her
properly. Albert would be especially distracted once they got back to the manor
and he had his favorite stable boy again. It was only a matter of time before
something Albert did or someone he had crossed would kill him and then the
whole of the estate would pass to him. In time, even Amy would belong to him.
Amy had licked him clean, James gently moved her head away. "Go into the
bedroom, Amy and remove your clothing. I
will be in there in a moment."
stifling a sob, Amy ran to the bedroom.
turned to his brother, "Really, Albert. I cannot believe you did not even
give her one orgasm. It is one thing to torment the housemaids, but she is your
gave a hard laugh as he stood and headed for the stateroom door to go out,
"That is what you are for brother. Just get her pregnant."
an irritated sigh at his brother, James went to the bedroom. Amy was struggling
with the buttons on the back of her dress.
should have called for the maid, Amy," he chided gently and began to
unfasten them himself.
her fear, she stood as tall as she could and replied coldly, "I do not
wish for them to know of this humiliation."
is little they do not know or have experienced before themselves," he
removed the dress and began to unlace the corset. In a few moments, her
clothing lay on the floor and she stood naked before him.