Page 35 of To Ensnare a Duke

The transformation is outstanding. I'm sure the only way I recognized her was first from her scent. Shaking my head, I look her up and down, my cock pulsing as she stands there, mostly nude with just a few scraps to cover the pertinent bits. It's as if Lady Venus has come to life and stands before me.

Reaching forward, I graze her arm with my fingers, soaking in the soft feel of her skin. "How you vex me." Before she can formulate another word, I drag her over to the cross at the back of the room. "As we agreed. I shall not warm up your skin with my hand. You will take my punishment. All of my punishment. Are we clear?"

"Yes, Your Grace." Her tone is pitiful with a note of a whine in the back of her throat.

Is she really sorry? Or is she just sorry I found her out? Lifting her wrist, I attach one to the cuff, then the other. I leave her legs free so I can have access to her arsehole.

With her fully secured, I go back over to the bed and finish fashioning a plug. It's not very large, but for an anal virgin like her, it will feel immense. Not to mention the other side effects.

I take my time, forcing my breathing to slow as I make every cut with precision. It buys me time, allowing my mind, heart, and cock to settle down a bit. Once I finish, I make my way back over to her.

Threading my fingers in Augusta’s hair, I force her head to face me. "Remember. You have done all of this to yourself. However, if you have even a shred of honor left in you, you will take this punishment with grace. Here, I will not offer my cravat as a means of stifling your cries. No one here will rescue you. No one here will care. Scream if you wish, but it is only you and me."

She shudders in my grasp, her eyes dilating at my words. It's as if she likes that notion. But it can't be. One as innocent as she has no idea the pain I'm about to inflict.

"Jut out your backside."

"But, Your Grace-"

I smack her right arse cheek, refusing to temper my touch. The sound bounces around the room, echoing it back to me. "Obey me, hoyden."

Though she sniffles, she does as she's told, stretching as best as she can. Already her pussy weeps as arousal gathers at her lower lips and drips to the floor. Blazes, but she shouldn't be so enticing. Wrapping my arm around her waist to keep her where I want her, I graze the sensitive skin of her back hole with the ginger.

The instant it touches her puckered flesh, she flinches and jerks forward, only remaining where she's at by the iron grip of my arm.

"Your Grace," she screeches, bouncing her arse around as she struggles to be free. "'Tis unseemly. 'Tis-"

"The perfect punishment for someone who has no concept of what is actually seemly and what isn't." Again, I touch her backside with the root, biting back a groan as my knuckles brush against her skin. "Keep struggling, little Augusta. It will only make it worse."

"But, Your Grace-"

"You agreed to my punishment. We even made a gentlemanly bet on it. Do not tell me your honor is so far gone that you cannot pay your debts."

She pauses, her body still. Finally, something to make her pause and think. Moments go by as we stand this in this stalemate.

"Forgive me,” she eventually croaks. “I certainly do pay my debts. Despite what you think about me, I do have some shred of honor."

"That's my good girl," I croon, stroking her with the back of my hand. "Come now. I wish to see how well you can submit to your punishment. Do not fight me. Be grateful I'm not forcing you to expose yourself to me while I do it. I can make this far more humiliating if you wish."

"No, Your Grace," she murmurs, a red flush flowing over her shoulders and down her upper back.

Despite her protests, her clit stands out, stiff and needy. Her body screams at me, begging me to touch her, to give her some relief. Damnation.

Again, I apply myself to my task, gritting my teeth as I force the tip of the ginger to breach her delicate back entrance. Though she remains as still as she can, pained whines flit through the air.

"Just a little more. You're taking this ginger so well, my dear. That's a good girl. Relax for me. Let your body accept your punishment."

After a few more pushes, the bulbous part slides past her tight ring, allowing her back hole to snap closed around the base. I watch in fascination as her body ripples around it, accepting the intrusion. Pulling my arm away, I guide her legs to the base of the cross and latch her ankles to the wood.

She makes such a pretty picture trussed up like that. The only thing that would make it better is if she were on my own personal cross in my dungeon. Forcing that thought from my mind, I try my best to think of her as I should—like a little sister in need of some discipline.

Crossing my arms, I watch and wait. Soon, the ginger will take hold, and she'll not be able to escape its effects. Moments tick by, and as I predicted, her body begins to wriggle.

"Y- Your Grace," she squeaks out.

"Yes, my delightful troublemaker?"

"S- something's wrong."