"Ow, ow, ow, ow," she chanted into the seat of the chair, her feet beginning to move and dance. Almost immediately the spanking stopped.
"Hold still, Cynthia, and keep your legs well spread or I'll tie them apart."
The very idea made her shudder as a gush of wetness leaked from her pussy. She'd been quite excited when he'd tied her hands to his bed the night she'd tried to sneak into it, the idea of having her legs tied apart so that all of her privates would be vulnerable and on display... she wouldn't be able to keep him from touching her anywhere.
The Earl chuckled. "Like that, do you?
Before she even realized that he had the necessary equipment nearby, Cynthia found herself with her ankles spread much wider than she'd initially had them, leather thongs wrapped around them to secure them to the legs of the chair. The position made her press herself down into the chair, offering up her butt even higher to keep her balance. She whimpered as his hands ran up her thighs, pulling the flesh apart to reveal the wet pink lips between them. When his thumb ran over her exposed anus, she made a small sound of protest, squirming as if she could actually get away when she was tied up and helpless like this.
"You're a dream come true, sweetheart."
The admiration in his voice did nothing to lessen the power of his next slap against her exposed flesh.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Cynthia shrieked and squirmed, wagging her bottom up and down in the air because it was the only movement she could make. Her fingers clutched at the cushion beneath her, using it to muffle her cries as the Earl's broad platter of a hand abused her backside.
The spanking stopped, his hands gripping her flesh and squeezing hard enough to make her gasp as his fingers dug into her heated buttocks. Hot pleasure coursed through her, making her clench and try to push back against him as he confused her senses. Then his fingers released and she automatically braced herself for what was coming next.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
She moaned and wagged her bottom, knowing that he would be watching the way it danced for him. Aroused by it even as the pain of each swat jerked through her. Still, now that her bottom was well warmed, the initial shock of the beating had lessened. Even though tears sparked in her eyes at the painful sting, Cynthia knew she could take it.
Watching his bride's bottom jiggling and squirming as he turned it a bright pink was pure pleasure for Wesley. Cynthia's tiny pink anus was completely exposed to him, because he'd tied her legs down so far apart, and he could see the glossy slickness of her pussy lips, open and vulnerable like a blooming rose. Spanking Cynthia wasn't a true punishment, not for the level of misbehavior that she'd engaged in this evening, but it was a good warm-up for the main event.
Since she couldn't see him, he didn't bother to hide his grin as he gave her a final two swats right on her sit-spots and stepped away. The whimpering noise she made was halfway between pained and needy eagerness as she heard him move away from her. The bright pink skin of her bottom contrasted heavily against the cream of her back and thighs.
His hand hovered over the items on his desk. He'd never intended to use all of them tonight, but he'd wanted to leave his options open. For a moment he considered the nipple clips, but he decided against them. No need to help her by giving her any kind of distraction from punishing her rump. And he could always use them tomorrow. Picking up the ginger root, he couldn't help but wonder if his mother's staff knew why he would want it. The root was carved perfectly, which made him think that someone in the household was familiar with this style of discipline.
Thick as two of his fingers at its widest point, the root was blunt-ended with a tip that was as thin as just one of his fingers. There was a deep groove just under its thickest point, which would help hold it in place. Small cuts had been made in the bulb to allow the juices to flow. He was so looking forward to how Cynthia would react to this.
With his other hand, he slid his finger along her wet slit. The horny little wench moaned and tilted her hips as much as she was able to.
"Please... Wesley... fuck me..."
The sound of her pleading voice, saying his name, was almost enough to make him drop the ginger plug and give in. Except that he'd come this far without ruining his bride before their wedding night, and he would hate to have wasted all that effort. Besides, she'd more than earned a much harsher punishment than she'd received. All she'd gotten so far tonight was the warm-up.
"Is that really what you think you deserve, baggage?" he asked, somewhat amused. Moving his wet finger up her slit, he rimmed her tight little arsehole with it, watching as she immediately tensed.
But because her legs were so far apart, her buttocks couldn't clench shut, they just jiggled as she tried to. The effort of holding herself completely closed against his finger as it began to press against her little rosebud wasn't something she could maintain for any length of time. After barely a minute, Wesley's finger started to push in.
"Nooooooo..." she moaned, her voice thick with lust and confusion.
Even more amused, he watched as she covered her face with her hands, hiding her blush from him. The tight grip of her ass pulled at his finger. He was just going to stretch her the smallest bit before inserting the ginger, lubing her with her own juices, because anything else would take away from the sting of the irritant. Pumping his finger back and forth, he enjoyed the tight heat of her asshole scalding his digit, especially when accompanied by her protesting whimpers.
"Please, my lord, do it the right way," she begged, as his finger pushed deeper. "Oh please... stop..."
"But you enjoy it so much, sweetheart," he murmured, watching as her arse completely engulfed his finger. "Why would I stop?"
She moaned again, as if protesting his declaration, but was unable to voice the lie to tell him that she didn't. The shudder that went through her was as much shame as it was pleasure.
When he withdrew his finger, she slumped in relief, her body relaxing, which made it very easy for him to press the ginger against her tiny hole and shove it in with one thrust. Cynthia shrieked, her body arching, in surprise as she was invaded. Not by his finger, she could tell that. Her anus closed around whatever it was, holding it inside of her. The slight burn from being stretched wasn't too terrible, it had just startled her.
The Earl's hand caressed her bottom, as if judging the amount of heat emanating from her skin. It had been a fairly hard spanking, but he hadn't gone on long enough for it to be considered the worst one that he'd administered to her. Cynthia panted, feeling the heat growing inside of her as he smoothed his hand over her sensitive skin. The tingling burn from her anus stretching hadn't started to dwindle yet.
In fact, it was growing.
"What's happening?" she asked, gasping as her bottom clenched, increasing the burn. It was an itchy, stinging burn that was beginning to get hotter and hotter inside of her. Whimpering, she shuddered, trying to reach back to grab whatever it was and pull it out, but the Earl easily caught her hands before they'd even reached the red cheeks of her bottom.