The Awakening, Zuleika and the Barbarian by Bertrice Small

after the fact."
    "Were you naughty with the Duc de Caraville, mademoiselle?" the baron questioned her. He was an attractive man of medium height, blond, blue-eyed, and stocky.
    "He seemed to think so," Marguerite answered, lowering her gaze.
    "Tell me," the baron purred, slipping an arm about her and drawing her close by his side. "Whisper in my ear." A hand fondled her breast.
    Marguerite leaned over and murmured softly in Baron Amalhardt's ear. When she had finished, she licked the ear provocatively.
    The baron smiled a slow smile. "Ach du lieber, fraulein , you have been very naughty indeed. I regret that you must be spanked." He removed his coat.
    "Oh, baron, must I?" Marguerite said, pretending to be afraid.
    Josie and Leonie looked at each other delightedly. Marguerite was behaving exactly as the baron would wish, as they had carefully explained to her this afternoon.
    The baron sat down on Josie's bed, dragging the seemingly reluctant Marguerite with him. "Over my knee with you, fraulein!" he said briskly, and then his big hand descended onto her bottom with a loud smack. "Gott in himmil," the baron cried in delight. "This is a derrière worthy of me!" He smacked her again, and yet again.
    Marguerite wiggled her hips and cried convincingly, but her companions had not lied when they said it really didn't hurt, but her flesh was certainly being well warmed by the baron's hard hand. As he spanked her, Marguerite could see from her slight vantage that Leonie had undone the count's trousers and was kneeling before him. His cock between her rosy lips, she suckled upon him.
    And then the baron was standing up and pulling Marguerite with him across the room to bend her forward over a round marble-topped table. "Spread your legs, fraulein," he growled in her ear, and when she had, he entered her love sheath from behind, and began to pestle her with his thick, hard member, while his hand fondled her two breasts. She came three times in quick succession, but then the baron withdrew from her. His place was taken by the count. In that brief moment Marguerite remembered that the Italian nobleman preferred Sodom's portal to Venus's.
    She turned her head and gasped to him, "You will be the first there, monsieur . Be gentle, I beg you!"
    He nodded, understanding, and she felt him rubbing her rosy fundament with oil. His hands pulled her buttocks apart as Josie brought his lance to the ready. The count pressed forward.
    "Ohhh," Marguerite squealed. He gained a slight entry, and it felt very, very big in that place she had never considered a woman would entertain a manly cock. "Ohhhh!" He carefully pushed further, and his hands suddenly clamped about her hips to steady them.
    "Arch your back," he told her.
    Marguerite complied, gasping as the count sank his love lance to the hilt within her tight rear passage. She wasn't certain she could breathe, but then with slow and majestic strokes of his weapon he began to move upon her, sliding almost out, and then grinding his way back to her again. He was careful, but it was nonetheless uncomfortable. She didn't really like it at all. Finally with a groan he stiffened, and she felt him spurting his juices within her. The count finally withdrew from her with a satisfied sigh.
    "You are delicious, mademoiselle," he complimented her. "I shall look forward to my return from Roma in a few months' time."
    Arising from her bowed position, she turned to face him. "I will be pleased to receive you, Count," Marguerite said, remembering her aunt's admonition that every man should be made to believe he was the one who gave her the greatest pleasure. She kissed Count Cirello upon his fleshy lips, smiling as he patted her bottom.
    "Now I had best return to the duke, messieurs," Marguerite told them. "I hope I have pleased you both. God speed you both in your travels." She hurried from Josie's room and back to her own, where she quickly washed again, lying down next to the duke, relieved to have a moment to