Page 34 of Prince of Scandal

Georgiana swallowed a lusty moan as she complied. In this prone position, with her toes touching the floor, her bare breasts and left cheek pressed against the coarser fabric of the chaise, she was nearly helpless. Unable to touch her throbbing clitoris, or even grind herself against his thigh. Indeed, her new master knew exactly how to place her.

Ashton knew.

It was exciting, yet so freeing as well, submitting to a gentleman of experience in such matters. To permit him authority and control, secure in the fact that she still retained the ability to call a halt or state a preference. Right now, there was nowhere in the world she would rather be than here in this dwelling, their special place, willingly gifting him her naked body for correction.

Without warning, his touch became firmer. Rougher. Almost cruel as he kneaded the flesh of her bottom until it tingled.

Georgiana whimpered in delight. “Please, sir. More.”

He chuckled. “Oh, there will be more. You will count each spank, and thank me for it. Won’t you?”

Wetness bloomed between her thighs. No punishment fantasy could compare to this reality. “Yes, sir.”

“Then let us begin.”

Although she’d been expecting it, the first connection of his palm with her bottom almost robbed her of breath. The sting! A splendid sting that quickly faded to a pleasant warmth.

“One,” Georgiana said happily. “Thank you, sir.”

His hand came down again and again, and she counted each and thanked him, reveling in the fact that with each spank the sting was sharper and the warmth a bit hotter.

After five spanks, Ashton paused and rubbed her rear. Oooh. That hurt a bit. “I’m curious, little one. How did you come to know of discipline?”

Georgiana resettled herself. “I was in the stables one day and I heard a noise in the tack room. I didn’t go in, but there was a gap in the wood near the joinery. A footman had a maid over his lap. He was spanking her. And…and fingering her.”

“I see,” he said. “Did it arouse you to watch them, or were you curious?”

“I was jealous,” she whispered. “I wanted it to be me lying across a gentleman’s lap, all helpless. Me being disciplined. Me crying out with pleasure as I came…ouch! Six. Th-thank you, sir. Seven. Thank you. Eight. Thank you. Oh! N-nine…ow…thank you. T-ten. Thank you, s-sir.”

When Ashton paused again, Georgiana hastily blinked back the tears that had gathered at the corners of her eyes. Her bottom was smarting now, and felt warm enough to cook something upon. Twenty had sounded easy when he’d first said it, but at this halfway point it seemed more like an impossible mountain in front of her.

“Did you touch yourself after watching them?” he asked in a steely tone. “Rub your clitoris? Finger your cunt?”

“No,” she sniffled as her inner war continued, discomfort against lust. “I was so confused. I felt achy and warm between my legs, but I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t tell anyone that I’d been spying. Also…while I knew people got spanked or caned or birched for punishment, I didn’t know it could feel good. That it could make a woman scream with pleasure…owwww! Eleven! Thank you, sir!”

Sucking in an unsteady gulp of air, Georgiana shifted on Ashton’s lap. He’d moved further down with that spank and connected rather painfully with her upper thigh! Was that a mistake?

Then he did it again.

“Twelve,” she choked out, as a single tear began rolling down her cheek. “Thank you, sir.”

But Ashton was merciless, spanking her twice more on the delicate area, and soon tears flowed freely down her cheeks.

Thirteen, thank you, sir.

Fourteen, thank you, sir.

How could she bear another six? And yet somehow her hips were rising off his hard thighs, reaching for more of the sizzling burn like flowers toward sunlight.

“Keep still, little one,” he chided. “This is what naughty girls get when they do very dangerous things that risk their safety. Don’t you know how precious you are?”

The words curled around her heart and squeezed, but before she could answer, his hand came down hard on her bottom, the increased force of the spank seeming to echo repeatedly in the dwelling. Georgiana gasped at the intense sensation, like she’d been stung by a swarm of bees, even writhing in a futile attempt to escape it.

It hurt. It hurt so much.

“Fifteen. Th-thank you, sir.”

“Five more to go,” said Ashton, actually patting her hand, and somehow that tiny, brief reassurance was enough. She could do this. She would do this. Take all twenty spanks like a good girl, penitent for her actions.