Under a Stern Reign by Raymond Wilde

she looked at the hairbrush in her hand, and Genevieve’s buttocks seemed so unsuspecting, quivering away prettily as she licked. Laughing to herself quietly, Elise massaged the back of Genevieve’s head with one hand and then brought the brush down with a thwack on the side of Genevieve’s bottom, a shocked gasp instantly bursting from the kneeling girl.
    She pulled back and stared at Elise blankly, the pain intense and unexpected, destroying the passionate concentration into which she had drifted. What was the enigmatic girl doing to her? Why had she done that? She crawled to her so obediently, kissed her so intimately, so why hit her?
    Getting to her feet Emelie suddenly flashed into Genevieve’s mind, and the words of the pretty girl came back. The warning...
    With tears in her eyes she’d told her of how Elise had played games with her heart. And what was happening to her now? She was being taught how to enjoy, but to enjoy what? The cruel whims of Elise...
    â€˜Come back here, silly,’ Elise ordered, but Genevieve shook her head, and turning rebelliously she grabbed her discarded nightdress and slippers from the foot of her bed and ran out of the room, along the landing and down the stairs.
    In a panic she stood in the hall, not knowing what to do. She wanted to get away but where would she go? Hastily putting on her nightdress and slippers she caught sight of the old woollen cloak Emelie had lent her. She hurried to it and threw it around her shoulders, again fastening it at her throat.
    Emelie, she had been so sweet and kind. She would go to her now, the only person she could turn to. Genevieve raced to the front door, unlocked it hurriedly and ran out into the cold night.
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    After disciplining Elise and Genevieve in his library, Count de Tranville passed a restless night.
    The desirability of the two girls had been so deeply embedded in his mind, and as he tried to sleep taunting images of them, submissive and beautiful, swirled in his head and left him with an erection he was forced to relieve by his own hand.
    He knew in his heart that the whole event was of Elise’s doing, yet he had punished poor Genevieve more severely than her. He knew he was doing it, and he had enjoyed punishing them both so much that he was within a hairsbreadth of fucking one or both of them.
    Genevieve had surprised him, clearly getting lustful as her punishment was administered. He remembered how deliciously she writhed on the desktop, causing his cock to strain against the confines of his clothing.
    The next day he went into town to finalise affairs before his departure. Rodolfo would be arriving the following week and then they would begin their journey to the port of La Rochelle, and then by boat to Portugal... and then what?
    He arrived in Rency early in the morning and went to the bank immediately to withdraw his gold.
    Placing it within secret compartments under the bench of his coach he then went to see two acquaintances whom he knew to be loyal to the old regime, and who might be able to see that his estate would remain untouched and held safely until his eventual return from abroad - for return he surely would when the madness sweeping France was finally over. They were the notaries Michel Germaine-Troyes and Achille de Bourgogne, two respected gentlemen used to dealing exclusively with the affairs of the nobility. The two proved extremely sympathetic to the count’s plight, and assured him that they would do their best to legally safeguard his home and possessions.
    At around midday he finished with them, and as they wished him farewell and good luck he wondered what to do for the rest of the day. But he felt no urgency to return home.
    He instructed his coachman, a loyal old servant who had been with the family for many years, to return to the chateau and unload the gold into the safety of the cellars, then to return to Rency in the evening and meet him in a small inn at the town’s