And this position was so much more revealing than being over his lap. Cynthia's breath came in short pants as she realized how much of her lower body, her secret areas were exposed to his gaze by this position. With her legs spread to maintain her balance, she could feel the cool air coming in through her split drawers and wafting across the heated inner lips of her womanhood. It was quite exciting to be so exposed to her trenchant guardian's eyes, to watch his face and see that his gaze so intent upon the upturned curve of her buttocks and the pink flesh between them.
A surprising amount of apprehension settled in her belly, despite the fact that she wanted this. Now that she was in position, offering up her buttocks for his chastisement, memories of how very much that first spanking had hurt were suddenly bubbling up. Somehow she hadn't thought about that part of it when she'd been remembering; she'd just thought about the incredibly intense pleasure that had followed when she'd rubbed herself.
The sudden touch of his hand brushing against her flesh, just barely skimming it as he parted the split in her drawers and drew them to each side, brought her back to the present. Biting her lower lip against the anxiety that was coiling inside of her, Cynthia tried not to squirm.
Seeing that creamy expanse of skin and the pouting pink lips of her pussy, lined with darling dark curls of hair, Wesley's cock came to immediate attention. Somehow, up until then, his anger had overridden his desires and he'd managed to keep his physical response in check; but having her so submissively, vulnerably proffered up to him was his undoing. Fortunately, as she was already bent over with her face firmly pressed against the leather seat of the chair, there was no way she could know of his response.
"You will not leave the house again without one of the chaperones I've described."
Smack! Smack!
Cynthia gasped at the sudden assault, her creamy skin immediately showing pink and then fading as his hand landed and retreated. The way her flesh jiggled was more
than a little enticing.
"You will not meet with any gentleman in private."
Smack! Smack!
The next blows landed below the first, one to each cheek. He had started at the very top curve of her sweet cheeks and he was going to make his way down to the bottom of each mound before coming back up again. At least.
Smack! Smack!
"If a man attempts to speak with you in private you will immediately search out your chaperone."
Just thinking about that bloody bastard in the shop, leaning in, ready to kiss her, had Wesley's ire jumping again.
SMACK! SMACK!
The blows that he landed on the undercurve of her buttocks were swiftly followed by two slaps directly on her sit spots. Cynthia cried out, her bottom wagging up and down as she danced to avoid the burn.
"Stand still," he ordered, smacking the insides of her thighs as her legs began to come together. Immediately she planted her heels back on the ground.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Pinkened flesh jiggled as he worked his way back up those ample hillocks again, his cock throbbing as he watched every ripple of her body; he spanked her hard enough to leave an imprint of his hand on her soft flesh and make it jig and bounce. The first row of slaps down her buttocks had been a warm-up, to pink her skin and make her ready for the real spanking.
He hadn't started out with a certain amount in mind, he was quite ready to continue until her bottom was burning a bright cherry red. She certainly wouldn't be sitting comfortably in Bath's Assembly rooms tonight. There was no point in forbidding the outing, as he, his mother, as well as Edwin and Eleanor would be there to watch over her; besides, he needed to inspect the field of suitors for a husband for her. But he was determined that she wouldn't be able to sit without remembering his warnings and why she must be on her best behavior.
It appeared that the previous spanking hadn't made quite the impression he'd thought. He was determined that this one would.
Cynthia's tears were falling quite freely now as she struggled to maintain her pose, her fingers clutching at the edges of the seat padding to keep from reaching back and covering her bottom. Glory be, it hurt so much more than she'd remembered! And yet with every whack of the Earl's palm against her flesh, her insides clenched and quivered and she could feel the front of her woman's mound pressing against the arm of the chair and making her tingle.
Obviously there was something very wrong with her body that it could become so horribly confused.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she cried out, finding the words that had ended the spanking last time. "I won't do it again!"
"Correct, this time I will make absolutely sure you won't."
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Squealing, Cynthia tried to rear up as the Earl's hand came down even harder. To her horror, his free hand immediately pressed down on the small of her back, easily holding her pinned like a bug as he continued the assault on her bottom. It was burning, and every stinging swat bit into her deeper as he continued spanking her.
When she tried to reach back, to stop him, he just grasped her wrists in his long fingers and used her own hands to help hold her down! Sobbing, Cynthia kicked out uselessly, not caring anymore what the Earl might think. But there was no stopping his assault on her flaming posterier; the spanks came swift and sure, peppering her bottom even further now that he sensed his point was truly being made.
She'd never felt so completely helpless, so incredibly out of control in her life. It sparked something deep inside her, some craving, that had never been awoken or fulfilled. There was no stopping the man, not with words or by struggling; she was pinned and bared to him in the most primal way. If he wanted to, he could touch every inch of her woman parts, he could spank her bottom raw, he could do whatever he wanted to her.
It was intensely arousing, even as the awful burn of the spanking flayed her. Somehow she hadn't expected this. Last time, he hadn't been nearly this brutal even though he'd turned her bottom bright red; this time he was pushing her far beyond that point, to where her garbled promises and pleas actually felt sincere. She would agree to anything just to make him stop.