The Harlot Bride by Alice Liddell Page A

it this very instant! And right here!”
    Lucy stared at him in disbelief, then tried to bolt. But it was too late, for he had her firmly by the arm.
    “You wouldn’t!” she protested, pulling away and looking around frantically, knowing that he would try to bare her and desperately afraid that one of the servants would see. “No, you mustn’t! Not here!”
    “I would and I shall,” he replied evenly, drawing her in towards him. “I won’t have you disobeying me, Lucy, and I won’t tolerate any more of this impertinence. If you require a good spanking and another session with the button to convince you of that, then you shall have what you asked for.”
    “No! No, please,” she cried, but he had already wrapped one strong arm her waist and drawn a chair away from the table. Keeping a firm hold on her, he sat himself down, and being much larger and stronger, he quite easily maneuvered her so was laid across him, her hips and belly warm against his thighs, although she was waging a mighty struggle.
    “How dare you! Not here! Unhand me this minute!”
    Lord Tazewell was greatly annoyed by these antics. Hadn’t yesterday’s lesson taught her anything about submission? Determined to quash her unseemly hysterics, he used his left hand to push her head down towards the floor while with his right hand he reached for the hem of her dress. Despite a great deal of churning and kicking, he very quickly had her skirts up across her back. Then, smiling to himself, he pushed the voluminous folds of cloth and lace over her head, instantly muffling her preposterous complaints and cries. Perhaps she’ll be like a bird in a cage, he thought, quieter when covered.
    In any case, the moment he had those skirts up his attention had fully shifted to the magnificent sight right there in the center of his lap, a vista of thin white drawers stretched tight across tasty round buttocks. Oh, she was well and truly upended now, with her bottom perched high and those shapely legs revealed! Lord Tazewell ran hungry eyes along the lines of her limbs, from the lace–trimmed legs of her drawers to the light blue light stockings, gartered appealingly just above the knee, and down to her dainty ankles and feet encased in trim kid–leather button–up boots. Lovely, dainty boots, they were, and he knew he’d soon have their tips drumming on the floor in agony. How many naughty misses had he turned across his knees? And not one had ever been able to keep her feet still once he had a blaze started on her backside!
    But this particular bottom, this lovely wiggling mound of fine female flesh, he wanted bare, and from the very outset. There would be no mitigating covering or cushioning for her, not after her impertinence! Lord Tazewell undid the ties of her drawers and easily pushed the thin white cloth down to the back of her knees, in the process revealing a beautiful bottom and lovely white thighs. And much to his delight, she still bore light welts from the strapping he had given her the morning before.
    His chest tight with excitement, he caught up first one, and then the other of her flailing arms, and pinned them firmly against the small of her back. Then he raised his right hand high and brought it down with a hard smack against that beautiful bare bum.
    Her cry of pain was clear, even from beneath the cloth of her skirts, and a bright red mark rose instantly across the valley between her cheeks. Thrilled, he spanked her again in the same place, and as she jerked forward across his lap, he noticed the warmth of her wiggling belly, even through his trousers, against his risen member. He began to spank her harder and faster, relishing the movement of her body against him as much as the sound of her cries and the pleasure of making those lovely bottom cheeks wobble and fly about under his relentless hand.
    Lucy’s feet had already started kicking, and the noise of her boot tips against the floor, as well as her screeches, and the rhythmic sound