Chapter Six

 

 

The summer months went by pleasantly enough. He slept with her nearly every night but she did not mind his being so demanding so long as he did not really hurt her. They took a short holiday in Harrogate to take the waters and, as she by now had acquired a new wardrobe of clothes due to her larger bust size, she was delighted to be seen in her new evening gowns. He had bought her more jewellery among which was a splendid diamond necklace and earrings to match her engagement ring. He relished the fact that she belonged to him and felt sure that he was the envy of all the men in the hotel.

Sometimes, when he looked at her sleeping beside him with her long, dark hair spread out on the pillow, he wondered if he could forgo his resolve to bend her to his will and live like any other married man. However, he soon brushed these thoughts into the background for he still had every intention of carrying out his programme. On the last evening at the Majestic Hotel as they were strolling through the large conservatory she said to him

“This holiday has been more like a honeymoon than our real one.” He did not answer her but took her hand. She looked at him realising that he was, in fact, quite a handsome man and, in a way, was quite pleased that she was not married to a callow youth.

She had discovered that his more violent actions were often triggered off by the fluctuations which occurred in his various businesses and learned that she must tread warily with him if he was not to vent his spleen on her when things were not quite right.

When they returned home he seemed very pleased with the contents of his mail and she wondered if, for once, she dare take the initiative and do something to please him and decided that she would. She decided to play the game again which they had both enjoyed.

He came in one afternoon to find that tea was not laid out in the sitting room. When the maid answered the bell, he questioned “Why is tea late?”

“It isn’t, sir. Madam has requested that today it should be served in your suite.” He wondered at this but decided to find out for himself. The tea and tiny cakes were laid out on the table and he noticed that Jane, who was not in the sitting room, had already had hers.

He called “Jane! “

“I will be out in a few minutes,” she replied from the bedroom. He poured himself some tea and sat down.

“Jane! “ he called again.

“Yes, sir. Coming sir.” she replied and emerged from the bedroom wearing only a maid’s apron which she had previously taken from the linen cupboard.

For a moment he was quite taken aback but he was in a good mood and quite ready to enter into the spirit of the game. “I’ve done something awful, sir.”

“Have you? What is that?”

“I’ve busted one of ye china ornaments, sir.” she said in a cockney accent. ‘

“Have you now? Well, you will have to be chastised for that. Come here.” She went over to him and he pushed aside the starched bib of the apron and swiftly and firmly manipulated her nipples. They grew hard instantly.

He then sat down and, putting her across his knees, began to spank her until the area between the starched apron was nicely red. He told her to stand up and turn round to face him. “Which maid are you?” he asked.

“I’m the tweeny, sir.”

“That means between stairs, doesn’t it? Or perhaps it means between your legs?”

“Oh sir, you ain’t arf awful.”

“Yes. I’ll soon show you how awful I can be. Unbutton my trousers.”

She looked down. “Cor blimey, sir, what a whopper! “

“Would you like to hold it? What do you think of that?”

“It’s much bigger than my bloke’s, sir.”

“It’s known as the Maid’s delight and, as you have owned up to the breakage, perhaps you would like a helping.”

“Not arf, sir.”

“Then lie back on the bed and open your legs wide.” He pushed in and out of her and after about forty thrusts withdrew. He did not yet want to bring this game to an end.

“Is that all, sir? You cut me ration a bit short, didn’t you?” He was delighted that she was playing this game to please him although he guessed that she too was enjoying it.

“Would you like a second helping?”

“Yes, please sir.” With this he entered her again and applied himself with renewed vigour.

“Does your bloke fuck you as well as this?” he asked.

“No sir. His is only a little’n.”

“We had better make a good job of it then: here, have some more.” For a moment he almost forgot it was Jane lying beneath him as he rammed away, then he saw her wince and pulled back a little. Suddenly the pleasure became so intense that he could wait no longer and he guessed that probably she could not either. He gave one final thrust and they both came together.

He withdrew and lay beside her. They were both breathing heavily. Then he undid the apron, slipped it over her head and kissed her first gently on the lips and then more passionately. His hands caressed her body. He looked at her flushed face and a strange wave of emotion, foreign to him, swept over him. His mind raced. If she was willing to play these games, did he really want to break her? He decided to postpone coming to any definite conclusion. She looked at him.

“Did that please you?” she asked.

“My dear Jane, it was a delightful surprise and one I am sure that many men would be happy to come home to.” They lay together for a while longer before bathing and changing for dinner. During the meal she caught him looking at her but now the look conveyed mot merely lust. She could not tell what he was thinking.

After dinner she played to him for a while, picking the most sentimental pieces she knew. He seemed to listen quite happily enough, although she knew that his real taste in music was the more forceful symphonies. When they went upstairs to bed he said to her

“I will not put you through the rituals tonight as you have given me so much pleasure. I would however like to sleep with you.” She smiled and put out her hand to him and they went into the bedroom. He took her once again but this time much more slowly and gently and she felt for the first time that this must be the real meaning of making love. It was a long time before they both climaxed and later she fell asleep in his arms once more.

During the months they had been married he had not slept with her during her menstruation. Also he excused her from the nightly massage of her breasts as this he knew at this time they would be particularly tender. However, he still insisted on her nightly homage and this was usually sufficient for him to obtain some satisfaction. As he was not using it as a punishment, he kept a small bowl beside him at this time and either withdrew immediately before ejaculation or allowed her to use it directly afterwards. When the few days were over, he usually made up for his abstinence by taking her three or four times in one night. Strangely enough, for him, he seemed no longer to have any urge to visit a brothel.

Now that relations between them were no longer strained, there were times when he felt that he was allowing the better side of his nature to overcome his previous intention to break her spirit. In his opinion, in their daytime conversations, she was not so subordinate as she should be and was a little too forward in offering her own opinions. At these times he had tried to quieten her with a look but this had not always been successful. He knew that there still remained many things he could do to her which she would not like but somehow he had no wish to be really cruel to this woman he had taken for his wife. He decided that the Sunday morning discipline had become something which she too enjoyed, so perhaps it was time to make that a little harsher.

The next Sunday, after breakfast, they went into the bathroom for her cold water treatment. While her breasts were still tingling from the swishing he told her to get into the bath which had previously been filled. His expression was stern and she guessed there was not going to be any playful soaping this morning. The bath was surrounded by mirrors and, after allowing her a minute or two to soap herself, he ordered her to stand up.

He went to the cupboard and took out a cane and a length of hose which he attached to the cold tap. She thought that as well as many mirrors, this man seems to have canes in every room.

“Now,” he said “I think that this Sunday morning discipline has become too lax and you are beginning to enjoy it so today I propose to try something a little different. Turn round, bend over and grasp the handle at the head of the bath.” He turned on the cold water tap and the hose sprayed her buttocks with icy water. This ran down her thighs and legs and her rear end began to get as cold and numb as previously her breasts had been.

“What is the purpose of this?” she asked.

“The strokes will smart much more when the skin is wet, my dear. Now push your bottom out a little more.” He brought the cane down with a resounding whack.

She cried out. “That hurts much more than usual.” she protested.

“I intend it too. The purpose of the cold water is to increase the cane’s action.” He then went on to give her strokes with the cane and spray her behind with cold water alternately. In the mirror she watched his arm rise and fall with every stroke and, in spite of the extra pain involved, against her will she noticed that she was beginning to become aroused. The thought flashed through her mind that she was becoming as bad as he was.

He went on to rain down something like two hundred strokes on her increasingly reddening buttocks until there was no white space between the weals. The tops of her legs and thighs were also included.

“That will be enough for now, I think,” he said and, turning off the water, handed her a towel. Then he went and sat on a narrow bathroom stool close to the wall. “Come here. I wish to see if you are ready for more discipline.” He pushed his finger into her vagina to ascertain that it was wet. He opened his robe and ordered her to stand with one leg each side of the stool. “Sit on that! “ He pushed her down onto his erect phallus. She lowered herself gingerly, but taking her by the waist he pushed her down. It felt as if it pierced right up to her womb and she gave a sharp little cry which he ignored. “Now move up and down. No! More vigorously than that, the penetration isn’t deep enough.” While she was doing this he manipulated her nipples and pulled her forward so that he could feel them hard against his chest. She knew she could not come this way, it was too painful and his penis was not touching her clitoris neither was he giving it any manual attention. He, however, was enjoying both the deep penetration and the discomfort of her unwilling movements. “Now put your hands on my shoulders, stand up until it is only just inside you and then give one hard push down.” As she obeyed he gushed into her.

They did nothing else before lunch. He read the paper and she, now beyond tears and frustrated, sat sulking a little while buffering her nails. After lunch, he took her into his bedroom, bent her over the bed and proceeded to cane her again. After this, she had hoped that she was now going to get the pleasure which she enjoyed so much but he felt in a stubborn mood and, reaching for the lubricant he inserted his finger into her anus and pushed it in and out.

“Doesn’t that excite you?” he enquired.

“No, it doesn’t. I do not like it.”

He reached for the lubricant again. “Well, that is a pity, but perhaps two fingers would be better.” He had barely got an inch into her when she screamed. He stopped and then said “I am sorry that you do not enjoy it but these disciplinary sessions are to make you more submissive and realise that I am the master. You cannot expect that I shall pleasure you every time. This Sunday we will dispense with you having any enjoyment at all.”

She was annoyed as, to the best of her knowledge, she had done nothing to upset him but concluded that he was just in one of his peculiar moods.

All the week, although he took her every night, he made no attempt to assist her to reach a climax nor did he position himself in such a way during intercourse as to allow her to do so. On the next Sunday morning, after her cold water treatment, he stopped by her bed and said “This Sunday we will conduct the discipline in this bedroom. Lie flat on the bed.” He took away the pillows and went to his room. He returned carrying two canes, one thinner than the other, some lengths of silk rope and two padded slings. The four bedposts were all carved in circles about three inches apart. She had not really noticed this before and even if she had would not have considered it relevant.

“Today you are going to be chastised from a different angle and also on parts you have not so far experienced.” He tied the slings to the posters at the head of the bed about four feet up leaving room for adjustment. Then he tied a rope round each of her wrists and fastened them to the bottom of the posts. Having done this, he hoisted up her legs so that one foot went into each sling and she was resting on her shoulders and upper back. She was now helpless with her wrists tied, her legs spread apart and more than the bottom half of her body high in the air. She could see herself in the overhead mirror and her face went red with embarrassment at the indignity of the position. He stood back and surveyed the scene.

“That is a very pleasant view.” he said. “Different, upside down. I wonder if the strokes will feel different. We will see, shall we?” He was ambidextrous so he could use the cane equally well from either side of the bed while still facing her to get the benefit of viewing his actions. He stood first to one side giving the right cheek a hundred strokes and then moved round to the other side giving the same treatment to the left cheek. She was squirming but could do nothing about it. “Are you comfortable?” he enquired.

“No, I’m not.”

“Well, never mind, I won’t leave you there much longer.” After giving her a few more strokes he untied the rope. “Now, we will see if you enjoyed that little change of scenery, as I did.” He pushed his finger into her and to her shame her vagina was wet again. “Ah, I see that in spite of all your protestations, you did enjoy it. Now I will give you a little more enjoyment.”

He lay down beside her and began fingering her in the way she liked. In spite of the indignity she had suffered his touch on her after more than a week without an orgasm brought her to one very quickly. He then entered her and thrust away, still picturing in his mind the strung up figure which had shortly before been wriggling on the bed. Suddenly the thought of that picture became unbearable and he reached his own climax with rapid jerks and this time he too cried out.

After lunch they went back to the bedroom.

“This afternoon I think we will try another position.” He tied her wrists to the head posts once more but this time her feet were tied to the bottom ones so that she was in a spread eagle position. She felt very exposed and vulnerable and when he stood staring down at her, she was sure that he could see right into her body. “I think we’ll have the feet a little higher” and tied the slings onto the bottom posts but only about ten inches high. Then he slipped her feet into them. “I think it is time to see if you are sensitive in a different place.” He then began to give her short, sharp strokes on the inside of her thighs with the thin cane. It was a new experience and the skin there was more sensitive than that on her buttocks, especially as they had recently been receiving so much attention. When he moved over to the inside of her other thighs, the cane struck her vulva. She did not think this was accidental. She yelled.

“Did that hurt?” he enquired.

“Yes, of course.”

“Well, perhaps that will do you good. We will give that particular place a little more attention in a minute. Watch in the mirror while I am doing this.” He continued to cane her on the inside and outside of her thighs. By now the skin was red and she was feeling quite sore. He moved round and caned the outer sides of her thighs so that almost the entire area half way down to her knees was red. “Now I think we will move on to the final stage of this chastisement.” His face showed no sign of emotion. He went to his room and returned with a narrow, flat implement. She feared what he was going to do next. “I think the cane is too cutting for this particular place.” he said.

Then he leaned over her and began to strike the outside of her vulva with short, sharp strokes.

After the first five she screamed

“Stop! I cannot bear it! “

“Yes, you will, for a little longer” and went on to give her up to twenty. “That’s enough, I think. Would you like me now to do something you enjoy?”

She sobbed “No, I will not enjoy anything now.”

“I think you will, my dear. Let me test you and see if you are ready.” This time she was barely moist. “That did not excite you very much, did it? That’s a pity because it excited me.”

“It was too painful” she wailed.

“I will do something about that.” He knelt between her widely spread legs and started gently to kiss and lick her vulva. She felt at first as if she couldn’t bear even the touch of his tongue but as he continued it eased the smarting a little. He then went on to alternately kiss and caress her with his finger. After a few minutes he opened her cleft as wide as possible with two fingers and began to lick her clitoris. As he rapidly flicked his tongue over the little protruding knob, she forgot her previous discomfort and felt a fever of excitement rising in her. She was still tied up but her body began to thresh about and he could tell by the look of her face that she was becoming more and more aroused. “Is that nice?” he asked.

“Oh yes.” she answered.

“Shall I continue with my tongue?”

“Yes, yes” and then, only seconds afterwards, she began to moan and bucking her hips, reached her orgasm. As she did so she cried out “Fuck me, please fuck me.”

“Could you really bear to be fucked between those sore thighs?” he queried but knew that he need not wait for an answer.

By now his phallus was urging him on but he paused before entering her to rub it gently over her sore thighs and vulva. Then he quickly penetrated her deeply. He looked in the mirror beyond her head and the sight of his penis thrusting in and out gave him a feeling of such overwhelming excitement that he had difficulty in controlling his climax. Never had he felt like this in his life, even with the whores who had been subjected to much greater depravation. He had hoped to continue for much longer but fairly soon his passion overcame him and he reached his climax. He then untied her and she, having been restrained for so long, was beginning to feel faint. He lay down beside her and dropped off to sleep with one hand lying on the still very sore part of her body. She, exhausted, slept too.

When she woke her first thought was

‘This man is mad. I must try to work out a plan to get away from him. ‘