contraption that looked
similar to a ladder. His legs were restrained wide apart, his waist tied down as well. His
arms hugged the device and were tied together with wide leather straps. A naked
woman knelt beneath the ladder, manipulating the man's very erect cock and bpllocks,
while the other woman steadily thrashed his back and bottom with the whip.
The man's head lolled forward then side to side as she crisscrossed his buttocks
and back with red stripes.
"That's the Duke of Thornhill," Lucien whispered into Serenity's ear. "He enjoys a
good thrash at least three times a week. Then he will fuck the two of them for hours.
Tomorrow, he will be arguing the Corn Bill in the House of Lords."
Serenity appeared shocked that such an important gentleman would submit to
such treatment. "Why do you suppose he does this?" she asked with incredulity.
"Well, why do you?"
"Oh, I see."
Lucien guided her out of the room. "I want you to see everything I told you
about. This is a very discreet establishment, as you might realize, given that Thornhill is
an intimate of Prinny. You shall see there is much more here than what you can
imagine. After we have seen everything, I intend to take care of that little infraction of
the rules. Your precious little bottom shall be blistered by the time I finish with you
tonight."
They visited rooms where women were being caned or whipped by men and
vice versa. But Serenity took the greatest interest in the room in which the participants
indulged in anal sex, not only with a man's penis but with various implements.
Serenity moaned a bit when she witnessed the gentleman insert the liberally
lubricated phallus into the woman's anus. She fidgeted uncomfortably. Lucien reached
under her dress and her face grew warming, knowing he'd find her moist. She grabbed
Lucien's hand and squeezed hard. Thank the good lord he appeared to understand her
message, for he led her from the room.
* * * * *
Lucien escorted her to the third floor. There didn't seem to be anyone else about;
the servants had evidently retired for the evening. He used a key to open the last door
on the right. Inside, candles glowed, and a roaring fire crackled in the grate. The nicely
appointed room gave the impression of a woman's bedchamber, done in shades of pink
and green. A very large bed stood in the center of the room, surrounded by draperies in
dark green. Around the room stood a washstand, several chairs upholstered in green
and rose, a padded bench, and a few other pieces of furniture, for which Serenity had
no names.
"What is this, sir?" she asked.
"This is where you will receive some further education. You shall discover more
about yourself in the next few hours than you have ever known. Trust me, Serenity.
You shall never forget this night."
Serenity found it difficult to contain her excitement or the increasing moisture
between her thighs. Lucien had spoken to her in seductive tones, the promise of
unknown pleasures implicit in his voice.
"You shall do as I say, Serenity, from this moment on. You shall be allowed to
leave only when I give you permission."
Serenity nodded, realizing he sought her acquiescence to her own punishment. A
genuine punishment, this time.
"You understand I have rules, and you are expected to abide by them. Bringing
yourself to orgasm without my permission is against the rules. You are well aware of
this, are you not?"
"Yes, sir," she replied, her head bowed.
Without another word, Lucien began to untie the laces of Serenity's dress. It
wasn't done seductively, rather much as a lady's maid might aid her mistress in such a
task. Lucien wasn't about seduction this night. "You have disappointed me, and I shall
show you how much."
He guided her to a wooden apparatus that looked like a table with two steps for
kneeling. He positioned her with her knees on the pads, which spread her legs wide, the
rest of her body leaning forward. Her upper body splayed on the
similar to a ladder. His legs were restrained wide apart, his waist tied down as well. His
arms hugged the device and were tied together with wide leather straps. A naked
woman knelt beneath the ladder, manipulating the man's very erect cock and bpllocks,
while the other woman steadily thrashed his back and bottom with the whip.
The man's head lolled forward then side to side as she crisscrossed his buttocks
and back with red stripes.
"That's the Duke of Thornhill," Lucien whispered into Serenity's ear. "He enjoys a
good thrash at least three times a week. Then he will fuck the two of them for hours.
Tomorrow, he will be arguing the Corn Bill in the House of Lords."
Serenity appeared shocked that such an important gentleman would submit to
such treatment. "Why do you suppose he does this?" she asked with incredulity.
"Well, why do you?"
"Oh, I see."
Lucien guided her out of the room. "I want you to see everything I told you
about. This is a very discreet establishment, as you might realize, given that Thornhill is
an intimate of Prinny. You shall see there is much more here than what you can
imagine. After we have seen everything, I intend to take care of that little infraction of
the rules. Your precious little bottom shall be blistered by the time I finish with you
tonight."
They visited rooms where women were being caned or whipped by men and
vice versa. But Serenity took the greatest interest in the room in which the participants
indulged in anal sex, not only with a man's penis but with various implements.
Serenity moaned a bit when she witnessed the gentleman insert the liberally
lubricated phallus into the woman's anus. She fidgeted uncomfortably. Lucien reached
under her dress and her face grew warming, knowing he'd find her moist. She grabbed
Lucien's hand and squeezed hard. Thank the good lord he appeared to understand her
message, for he led her from the room.
* * * * *
Lucien escorted her to the third floor. There didn't seem to be anyone else about;
the servants had evidently retired for the evening. He used a key to open the last door
on the right. Inside, candles glowed, and a roaring fire crackled in the grate. The nicely
appointed room gave the impression of a woman's bedchamber, done in shades of pink
and green. A very large bed stood in the center of the room, surrounded by draperies in
dark green. Around the room stood a washstand, several chairs upholstered in green
and rose, a padded bench, and a few other pieces of furniture, for which Serenity had
no names.
"What is this, sir?" she asked.
"This is where you will receive some further education. You shall discover more
about yourself in the next few hours than you have ever known. Trust me, Serenity.
You shall never forget this night."
Serenity found it difficult to contain her excitement or the increasing moisture
between her thighs. Lucien had spoken to her in seductive tones, the promise of
unknown pleasures implicit in his voice.
"You shall do as I say, Serenity, from this moment on. You shall be allowed to
leave only when I give you permission."
Serenity nodded, realizing he sought her acquiescence to her own punishment. A
genuine punishment, this time.
"You understand I have rules, and you are expected to abide by them. Bringing
yourself to orgasm without my permission is against the rules. You are well aware of
this, are you not?"
"Yes, sir," she replied, her head bowed.
Without another word, Lucien began to untie the laces of Serenity's dress. It
wasn't done seductively, rather much as a lady's maid might aid her mistress in such a
task. Lucien wasn't about seduction this night. "You have disappointed me, and I shall
show you how much."
He guided her to a wooden apparatus that looked like a table with two steps for
kneeling. He positioned her with her knees on the pads, which spread her legs wide, the
rest of her body leaning forward. Her upper body splayed on the
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