Irene cried out as she felt her husband's mouth move and then he was shoving into her, so hard and thick that she could barely take him all at once and her body trembled as her insides clenched, struggling to accommodate him. The front of her skirts cushioned her against the scratchy hay as he began to push in and out of her, harder than he'd ever taken her before as her helpless position made it impossible for her to move with him or against him... all she could do was lay across the hay as he impaled her over and over again with his rampant cock.
The force of his body bounced against her bottom, her pink cheeks jiggling and clenching as he took her from behind. Hands on the soft flesh, he squeezed and kneaded it, reigniting the burn from her spanking as he plowed her. The mingle of pain and pleasure had Irene's muscles tightening involuntarily, convulsing as she struggled to deal with this new interplay of sensations. Her fingers dug into the hay as she sobbed for breath, her insides now burning as much as her bottom was, all of it feeling delicious rather than painful.
She felt as if she was unraveling under the sensuous assault; Hugh's cock rubbing against her insides, his hands unmercifully squeezing her flesh, and the edge of the hay bale pressing insistently against that spot which craved it most.
"Please... Hugh... oh please..." Her voice was ragged with desire, she writhed as he thrust forward and buried himself in her.
"Promise me Irene," he ordered, slowing his pace as he felt her body tighten in anticipation of climax. He retained just enough control over his raging passion to hold back, to wait until he'd gotten what he wanted from her before he gave into the wildness that was threatening to break out of him. "Promise me you won't go near Rex again."
She wailed as he squeezed her bottom, her legs trying to kick as she came so close to falling over into the well of pleasure but couldn't quite get there. It was like hanging on the edge by her fingers without being able to let go. She needed Hugh to give her that last little inch so that the stone would crumble and she could free fall in the rapture that was churning below.
"Promise me, Irene."
"I promise!"
It was wrung from her with punishment and pleasure, with a desperate need for release and the stinging burn of her chastised buttocks... but it was a promise and that was all Hugh needed to hear. Releasing the barely leashed reins of his control, he leaned forward and grasped her hips, ravishing her helpless body from behind. His hard stomach bounced off of her cheeks, renewing the sensation of being spanked as she screamed his name in ecstasy, her inner walls spasming around his marauding cock.
Groaning, he rode her hard and fast until she was sobbing from the overstimulation of her sensitive flesh, and then he buried himself inside of her one last time. The hot spurts of his seed, the throbbing of his rod inside of her, left Irene shuddering and spent, her throat hoarse from all the tears during the spanking and the subsequent cries of her ecstasy.
Almost tenderly, Hugh withdrew from his wife, kissed each of her bottom cheeks which were still a rosy pink, and then stood her up and gathered her in his arms. Irene burst into tears, overwhelmed by all the emotions and physical sensations warring inside of her. She clung to him, sobbing and he stroked her hair and back, enjoying the feel of her taking comfort from him.
But it only lasted until she realized what she was doing - taking comfort from her tormentor. From her husband who had betrayed her trust, who had made her think he was something that he wasn't! In doing so, he’d made her promise to stay away from Rex. Well it didn't matter now, she didn't want to impress him anymore anyway! She didn't care what he thought! Whatever feelings she had for him were false, because they were given to a kind, gentle man who would never abuse her like that!
Shoving away from him, she glared at the bemused expression on his face. Hugh looked as handsomely angelic as ever. She looked like a hissing cat. Her hair was completely disheveled, her dress wrinkled and hanging askew, her eyes and face red and blotchy from her crying jag. Her green eyes were spitting sparks, brighter than the most highly polished emeralds.
"You're a monster!" She bit out at him and then turned and ran, heading for the house.
Sighing, Hugh let her go. He knew that he could catch her and chase her, but she had a lot to process. That was obviously the first time she'd been physically disciplined - or spanked at least since he'd seen the bruises her mother had left on her just from a hard grip - and having it followed with unexpected pleasure was sure to leave her confused. Eleanor had always hissed words of hate at him following a punishment session as well. It was to be expected.
What he hadn't expected, at all, was his arousal or hers.
Turning back into the stables, straightening his own clothing, he decided he might as well give Rex a nice long grooming. It would help calm the horse and himself as well, besides giving Irene time to herself.
If her reaction was anything to go by, hopefully she would come to the realization that in the future she should do her best to avoid another disciplinary session.
Even if the thought of never spanking her again did cause a little pang of regret in his chest.
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Upon reaching the bedroom, Irene threw herself on the bed and burst into tears again. She hadn't known where else in the house to go, even though Hugh had just as much right to enter this room as she had. More than her. There wasn't a single bit of space that was just hers other than her vanity in here, but she couldn't sit on the stool there because of her poor bottom!
"My lady? Are you alright?" The worried voice of her maid, Flora, penetrated through the haze of misery. The stern lectures that her mother had driven into her head about never revealing too much to the servants were shattered by Irene's response to a sympathetic and worried voice.
Lifting red rimmed eyes and tear-streaked cheeks to the worried gaze of her maid, Irene shook her head. "My husband is a monster!"
"Viscount Petersham?! No, my Lady... please tell me what happened," Flora begged. She'd never seen her mistress in such distress, not even during the years when the poor thing had put up with the awful treatment of her mother, the Baroness. Biting her lip, the maid worried about the proprieties and then decided to break her own training. In her short time in the Viscount's household she'd noticed that the family had a preference for servants who were cheerful and respectful, but there was an obvious amount of care that went both ways between the classes. Sitting on the bed, she made soothing noises as she stroked Irene's back and hair, grooming it with her fingers and getting it back into some semblance of order.
"He... he beat me!"
"Oh dearie... where? I have some salve that might help," Flora said sympathetically, hiding her shock. The Viscount didn't seem the type that she'd seen, but then vicious men could easily hide themselves behind a facade. Obviously the period of goodwill between master and mistress was over and she was sorry to see it go, although she knew that both she and Irene were well versed in placating others. The Baroness had seen to that. She had begun to hope for better, for both of them... perhaps if the Viscount was only occasionally brutal, things wouldn't be so bad.
"On... on..." Letting out another heart rending sob, Irene patted her bottom.
A little line appeared down the center of Flora's forehead. "Anywhere else, my lady?"
Irene shook her head, not looking at her maid as she let out another sob.
For herself, Flora felt a sense of relief. She knew from experience that a bottom, alt