Birching His Bride (Domestic Discipline 1)

"To happy reunions," he said grinning as he raised his glass. Wesley laughed and raised his hand as well before taking a sip of the port.

"Very nice," said Wesley approvingly with a sigh as he settled back into his chair. "You'd be amazed how hard it can be to get a glass of good port in India."

"What was it like?" Edwin asked, curious. There were many changes in his friend, not the least of which was a seriousness to him that Edwin had never seen before. He wondered if the changes came from Wesley's travels or from the burden of his new title as the Earl of Spencer.

As Wesley told him of the dry dusty land, the monsoon season and the colorful fabrics and people, Hugh joined them and settled down to his own glass of port, looking rather content. Edwin was a little curious about what Hugh and Eleanor had spoken of, but he was too enthralled by the tale that Wesley was weaving around them to divert the conversation just yet. He spoke of the hard-eyed, brown-skinned swordsmen, the sharp division of the classes, the elephants and monkeys, and the very strangeness of the culture in comparison to their own.

"And the women..." Wesley said, a sudden grin flashing across his face as his eyes unfocused in a rather nostalgic expression. "You wouldn't believe the attention the Indians put into their amorous pursuits."

"Oh really?" asked Hugh, leaning forward with interest. Edwin only smiled. He was quite happy with his own amorous pursuits and didn't particularly feel the need for embellishment. For a moment he let his mind wander back to Paris, where Eleanor had allowed him to spank her for pleasure several more times; once he'd even turned her bottom a hot cherry red as she'd whimpered and even cried a little, but hadn't asked him to stop. In fact their love making had been even more intensely passionate than ever. Not that she would admit that she liked being spanked, and he certainly didn't indulge every time, but the occasional one allowed him to get the itch out of his hand.

Shifting uncomfortably in his chair, Edwin pushed his mind back to the conversation at hand where Wesley describing some of the sexual positions that the Indians had invented and their various drawbacks and rewards. As well as some of "extras" they used.

"In fact," said Wesley with a twinkle in his eye. "I brought home presents." He turned to Edwin. "I brought yours and handed it over to Banks in case we didn't see you today."

"And where's mine?" Hugh demanded in mock indignation.

"It will be your wedding present," retorted Wesley as Edwin rang for Banks. "I missed Edwin's wedding so he gets his now." It was only a few minutes before the butler returned with the package that Wesley had brought, a box tied neatly in packing and filled with straw to cushion its contents.

"What is all this?" Edwin asked curiously as Wesley pulled out several bottles.

"This one," Wesley held up a large green bottle with a black stopper, "is massage oil. It enhances the experience admirably." He held up another bottle. "This one is for ah... lubrication."

"I'm not sure I need that one." Edwin grinned wickedly.

"I didn't hear that," Hugh muttered as he picked up the massage oil to examine it, a thoughtful look on his face.

"It might not be what you think it's for," countered Wesley, grinning wickedly. Edwin raised an eyebrow at him as Hugh looked up, confused. "Gentlemen, there's a whole world of pleasure out there that we have missed out on. Things that are acceptable in other cities would require us going to some of the worst, most degenerate dens of iniquity in this city."

"Such as?"

"Have you ever enjoyed a woman's bumhole?"

Edwin shook his head and Hugh just laughed.

"Are you saying some woman actually let you put your cock in her arse?" asked Hugh, still laughing. "You actually expect us to believe that?"

The white flashing grin on Wesley's face said that he didn't care whether they did or not. "And she enjoyed it. The lubrication helps. As do these." He pulled out a smaller box and opened it, revealing four objects of increasing size.

"Those are dilators," said Edwin, reaching out to touch one of the hard rubber things. "I saw an advertisement for them in the paper, they're to relieve constipation."

"Which I'm sure they do, but they're also quite useful for stretching a woman's rosebud to a point where she can accommodate a man. They're all the rage in ah... certain places."

Edwin ran his finger over the hard rubber of the smallest dilator, it wasn't much thicker than his finger and he had a sudden vision of Eleanor on her hands and knees, bottom in the air as he pushed this strange thing inside of that forbidden orifice. The image caused a wave of lust that nearly brought him to his knees and he eyed the box with new interest. Although he was quite content with things as they had become while he and Eleanor were in Paris, there could certainly be no harm in exploring new vistas of sensuality.

"And if the woman doesn't like it, and happens to be a willful spoiled brat, they're rather useful for discipline." Wesley eyed Edwin, but out of respect for Hugh (who grimaced) didn't go further into specifics. The image in Edwin's mind changed to an Eleanor with bright red buns and a plugged anus and he coughed a little as he tried to get a control of his wayward libido.

"What are these?" he asked, hastily opening another little box in order to change the focus of the conversation. Inside were what looked like earrings, but with the kind of screw clamps that he'd seen used by carpenters, only in miniature.

"These beauties are to adorn a woman's nipples," said Wesley, taking them from Edwin and deftly demonstrating how to adjust the tension of the prongs with the tiny screws. Both Hugh and Edwin were utterly fascinated, both imagining them on very different feminine forms. "They will pinch, and the tighter they are the more they pinch and the less time you can leave them on." Edwin had to squash the urge to run upstairs and try them out immediately on his wife. Considering how much she enjoyed being spanked, even if she never admitted it and claimed only to be doing so because it was his fantasy, he was sure that adding a little bite to another sensitive part of her body would result in the same kind of passion.

"What's in this?" asked Hugh, picking up the smallest, and last, bottle in the box.

"That, my friend, is a very powerful aphrodisiac. Three drops with your wine in the evening and make sure you have the entire night to indulge yourself or you'll regret it."

Both Edwin and Hugh studied their friend, to see if he was joking, but there wasn't even the slightest hint of mirth on Wesley's face. A little bit of ruefulness and a hint of nostalgia, but it was obvious that he wasn't having one over on them.

The last thing in the box was a book, which Wesley said was called the Kamasutra and contained over a hundred sexual positions, all with their own name. Edwin decided that he would look at it later, in private or with Eleanor, and the men returned to their seats.