An Unacceptable Arrangement by Victoria Winters Page B

stroke the sac with her fingertips. Her husband moaned and she
looked up at him. She adored it when she could make him moan
aloud.
    “Yesssss,” he hissed. What she was doing felt
so good. His wife seemed to be a natural at what he was asking of
her. She didn’t seem at all put off, unlike some women. “Now lick
it Cassandra, make it wet.”
    She began to lick him with her tongue,
putting it at the base and then licking upwards in one long stroke,
like licking a lollypop. She looked up at him. His eyes widened and
he put his hands on the back of her head. Without further
instruction she took him in her mouth and sucked lightly. He put a
gentle pressure on the back of her head and she began to move it up
and down, squeezing his shaft with her lips while being careful not
to scratch him with her teeth. Frederic moaned aloud. This was
feeling good, too good. His excitement soared at the sight of his
highborn wife kneeling before him, laboring over his manhood, her
head rising and falling as she sucked and licked him. He was
quickly reaching his culmination, much more quickly than usual.
“Soon I will come, Cassandra. You will swallow it, all of it. Do
you understand?” Cassandra nodded and kept up the pace of what she
was doing. He felt the pressure began to build within and then he
cried out. He began to squirt and at first his little wife pulled
back but he wouldn’t allow her off of him. She swallowed and then
moved in closer again and seemed to be drinking him down. He
groaned and released her and collapsed back upon the seat.
    When he came back to himself, Cassandra had
her head on his thigh and was looking lovingly up at him. She had
kept him in her hands, so that his manhood would not get cold. He
blinked back tears. He did not deserve her, his new wife. She was
loving and attentive and considerate. Even though he had just given
her the correction of her life, she was still being wonderful to
him. He petted her head lovingly as they pulled into their
portico.
    Back home, Frederic instructed Liesl to get
his wife into her nightgown and then bring her to his room. He
wished to have a long talk with her. Liesl clucked over the state
of her mistress’s bottom as she dressed her in one of her
nightgowns and escorted her down the hall, knocking on her master’s
door.
    Frederic bade her enter and Cassandra stood
before him in her flannel nightgown, with her hair down. She was
self-conscious, afraid that her get up made her look too childish.
She would have felt much more alluring in something more adult. She
did not realize that how she looked appealed to her husband
immensely.
    Frederic urged her to sit down in the very
chair he’d tied her too earlier that evening. When she balked, he
smiled and brought her a second cushion to put in her seat.
    “Sir, do you mind if I stand?” she asked. She
really was not up to putting any more pressure on her burning
nates.
    “Here my wife, lie here.” He moved a pillow
down to the center of the bed and had her lie over it. The bed had
already been turned down for the night. He lifted the hem of her
nightgown with reverence and uncovered her little, lush buttocks.
They were red now and appeared to be throbbing; he swore he could
see a pulse in the giant blister that covered her beautiful bottom.
Frederic went to the bathroom and returned with numbing cream,
which he began to massage into the welts. At first Cassandra tensed
at the touch of his fingers, but then she relaxed. Her bottom
actually began to stop hurting. She looked back at her husband and
smiled. He began to question her.
    “Why are you so angry at your parents, my
love? Why won’t you attend your brother’s wedding?”
    “I appreciate that you are asking me how I’m
feeling Frederic, rather than just ordering me about.”
    Frederic stopped applying the cream at that.
He froze for a moment and then resumed his ministrations. “Of
course I’m asking beloved, I really want to know what the