Leatherbelt
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I smiled to myself as I watched her approach the side door of the lodge. Although the bitter East wind was plucking at her cloak and she must have been freezing after her long walk from the main house, there was no hurrying in her gait, her reluctance to arrive at her destination apparent. On hearing her tentative use of the knocker I wandered down the hall and slowly opened the door. Before she could introduce herself I beckoned her inwards with a sideways inclination of my head. I watched her gulp as she maneuvered past me. Without a word I held out my hand to tale her cloak, she slowly undid the clasp, and with eyes downcast, slipped out her arms and handed it to me.. “At the top of the stairs there is a door with a crop hanging from it, take it, and wait for me inside” I instructed. Without a word, her eyes firmly on the floor she slowly started her ascent. I placed the cloak on the side table and returned to my glass of port in the drawing room. It was unusual for the house keeper to send me her staff for discipline, as she felt it reflected unfavorably on her abilities. However, on the few occasions she had, the punishments I dispensed ensured that the standards and behaviour at the main house were generally excellent, providing a happy and efficient atmosphere for both the residents and staff. After a few minutes of pleasant reflection, I drained my glass and proceeded up the back stairs. As I climbed I removed the broad smile from my face and replaced it with a stern somber expression. I opened the door and entered the room. She was standing to one side, hands clasped in front of her, head bowed. “Stand up straight, girl!” I snapped. Her head immediately shot up, but she would not look at me. “Hands behindyou, shoulders back”, she immediately complied, eyes staring straight ahead. I positioned myself foursquare in front of her, hands on hips, and stared into her frightened eyes. She was focused on a point on my forehead desperate to avoid eye contact. “You have been sent to me because you have failed to meet our standards of behavior, and ignored our house rules”, She held herself rigid, as I continued. “You will be punished for breaking the rules, and I am going to give you an incentive to improve your general attitude. Your punishment will be twelve strokes of the cane”. She paled visibly at these words, and I thought I could detect a faint tremor run through her. I walked to the hooks fixed to the inside of the door, and selected a broad leather strap, “Your incentive will be supplied with this.” I held the edge of the leather against her cheek, and her eyes, flicked towards and widened with fear. I lowered the strap and walked behind her. “Lift your skirt above your waist”, her eyes whipped around and she looked at me for the first time, eyes wide with shock, but she made no move to comply. “Now” I growled. Slowly her hands dropped to her hemline, and hesitantly hitched her skirt up until it was ruffled around her waist, revealing her stockings and briefs. I took a moment to admire her coltish long legs, and firm round bottom. I moved behind her. “Unfortunately” I said as I placed my hands on her hips, slipping my fingers inside the elasticated waistband. “the enthusiastic application of strap and cane” I slowly pulled the briefs down her thighs,” can lead to…” I paused as I cupped her firm, cool buttocks, “can lead to bruising of such sensitive flesh” I removed my hands and moved towards the leather upholstered bench I’d specially commissioned. It was similar to a chaise longue, but with no back, just an upward slope at one end, and a cylindrical bolster. “In order to avoid such an unfortunate occurrence, you will be firmly spanked, that will prepare you for what will follow” I sat, She remained unmoving skirt still up, briefs around her thighs, revealing the soft curls of neatly trimmed pubic hair. “Now, I’m sure you’ll appreciate that I have been significantly inconvenienced by the necessity to bring you into line, and I intend to compensate my self for all that effort. I’m going to compensate myself, by using your attractive young body for my own personal pleasure. I can assure you that I am completely indifferent to whether that is to your liking, but I will warn you that anything but complete obedience will be reflected in your punishment.” Her eyes were closed, as I watched her drop her head in resignation. “Do you understand?” she gave a barely perceptible nod. “I asked you a question!” I snarled. ‘Yes Sir” she whispered. “Speak up girl” “Yes Sir” she repeated, a distinct catch in her voice. “Very well, come here” I indicated a spot to my right.. She shuffled into position, her underwear restricting her steps. I reached out for her arm, and pulled her across my lap, she let out a tiny shriek at the swiftness of the motion, but lay still across my knees. I rearranged her skirt where it had dropped slightly, and placed my left hand across the small of her back, holding her firmly down. Once again I cupped her lovely buttocks, rubbing the flesh appreciatively. “Keep your hands and feet on the floor at all times. Do you understand” I ordered. “Yes Sir” she whimpered. I started very gently, light slaps on alternate buttocks, then slowly increased the weight of each stroke. At first there was no reaction, but as her bottom started to redden her breathing began to quicken. As I continued to spank her, maintaining the metronomic rhythm but each swat marginally harder than its predecessor I noticed her ears and the nape of her neck start to flush. Her bottom was cherry red and starting to raise slightly when she started to sob. Quietly at first then louder as I continued to add pressure. Her fists were clenched, and her shoulders heaving when I stopped. “Get up” She shuffled backwards until she could drop to her knees, then shakily stood up pulling her skirt town with one hand well wiping her tear stained face with the other, her breath still ragged. “Go and stand facing the wall, hands on your head and compose yourself, before I apply your incentive” She looked bewildered as she meekly complied. I quietly left the room to enjoy another glass of port in my drawing room, and savor the pleasures to come. I lingered over my port, knowing the delay would be an additional torment to the young girl waiting upstairs. My musings had mildly aroused me and I decided now would be a good time for me take advantage of my position, and I collected a hand towel from the toilet next to the room where she waited.. I saw her stiffen as I entered the room. I approached her from behind and lifted her skirt and examined the still red bottom it had contained. The flesh was slightly raised, but the fierce redness of before had mellowed considerably, although she flinched and inhaled sharply as I ran my fingers over the sore flesh. I order her to turn around and kneel, and enjoyed the sight of her eyes widen in as I started to unbutton my trousers. I took out my semi-erect member. She opened her mouth without being asked and I slid it in. She clearly was not inexperienced and started sucking enthusiastically, bobbing her head in and out. I quickly stiffened at this expert attention,, and pushing her hands off her head where the had remained, I held the back of her head and pushed in deeper. Her hands immediately flew to my thighs and she tried to push away, as she gagged on the sudden intrusion. I withdraw and ordered her to put her hands behind her back. She was still spluttering when I pushed back in, I didn’t penetrate so deeply this time, but taking a fistful of her hair I started pushing in and out of her. She struggled to keep sucking, but as I pushed deeper she coughed and gagged, I lessened my penetration each time this but soon thick fronds of saliva were swinging from her chin. I felt my excitement heighten, and reluctant to ejaculate, I withdrew. I carefully dried my self before handing her the towel. Her chest was still heaving as she struggled for breath as I ordered her to her feet and to remove all off her clothes. She, didn’t hesitate; immediately unbuttoning her blouse and was soon standing naked in front of me, surprisingly unembarrassed, but her hands clasped together to protect her modesty. She had lovely small breasts, the nipples providing a delightful contrast to the creamy flesh that surrounded them.
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