An Affair of Honor

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Service in the Army was what one did, if one was a graduate of Sandhurst and from a family that had been serving the crown for nearly three hundred years. Yet there was no war, no place to win glory in daring do, no just the tedium of barracks life in England. So like many officers seeking advancement and freedom from the ridged straight laced boredom of peacetime service in Victoria’s Army Colonel Sir Edward Jude chose service with the Army of India.

He had been very idealistic upon his arrival in Calcutta but the great Indian Munity had cured him of whatever boyish ideas he had about chivalry. War in the colonies was a brutal affair one that Sir Edward soon found he had a dark liking for. He commanded the 17th Lancers on India’s Northwest frontier, guardian of the Khyber Pass. To all outward appearances The 17th Lancers where a little bit of England. All the pomp and ceremony of her Majesty’s Army prevailed. The strict signatures against discussing Religion, Politics, and Women in the officers Mess where strictly enforced.


Yet here on the frontier Colonel Sir Edward Jude was god. His every whim catered to by subordinates and the Natives Potentates seeking their own power by allying with England. It was the end of the world the last chance for officers in her Majesty’s service and one word from the regimental Colonel would be enough to destroy a man.



“Sir Supply train approaching with replacements, two sub-lieutenants and a major Sir.”

Colonel Jude returned the duty officers salute.

“Very well Cartstairs have them report to regimental headquarters at 1600 hours.”


Colonel Sir Edward Jude was not prepared for what awaited for the major had been accompanied by his young daughter and that would make her the only English women within a hundred miles.

"Papa, I find this heat insufferable!! I fail to see why it was necessary to leave England, for this.... this horrid country!!!" Amelia Cavandish fanned herself, but it did little to cool her, it simply moved the hot air around.

She was somewhat hopeful of the new base. Papa was joining the 17th Lancers, and she had overheard another officer speaking with her father, and he had spoke of servants, and a standard of living available to Officers here, that they couldn't have at home.

As bad as India was, she hoped to remain, having no desire to move from the frying pan to the fire. Some units had been ordered to Kabul, to support the army in the Afghan capital, and word was that that country was even more unbearable than India.

But, her main are of interest was in finding a dashing husband, someone tall and well built, who filled his regimentals impressively. Despite her lack of a dowery, she was not without her own attractions. She knew she was a beautiful young woman, her black hair framing her small neat features, full lips, and big, dark eyes. Her figure was neat, trim, with flaring hips, and an impressive bust. Men were attracted to her, almsot all of them, and she would do her damnedest to secure one, preferable one who had made his fortune, and was soon to be bound for England.

They were arriving, and she looked out, seeing a dashing older man, and another, smaller man beside him. Their uniform declared them to be officers of her father's regiment, but she took them to be already married. She curtsied low, as Papa introduced first himself, and then his daughter, and she smiled at the men before her.

"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Sirs!"

The plain just below the Khyber Pass was hot and dusty most of the year. One baked under the semi tropical sun and shooed the clouds of flies away. Supply trains where pulled by oxen slow moving oxen that plodded along at their own pace. Horses where for the Lancers gallant chargers, sleek steeds, beautiful creatures broken and trained to serve their master. Colonel Sire Edward Jude held much the same opinion of the men of the regiment. The 17th Lancers was not an English regiment but a regiment of the Army of India. That meant that the enlisted where from India, natives. The Non Commissioned Officers were from what had been the better families of the Raja. There were no Sergeant Majors or Color Sergeants in the 17th, just Native Subadas. The only Europeans in the regiment where the officers. This was the world that young Amelia found herself entering. A world of out casts, on the far flung boarders of the Empire.


Sir Edward notice the petite figure of a woman emerge from the army ambulance. The cut of her clothing the way she held her head told him at an instance that she was European. He took a moment to study here, like he would study a spirited young filly. Her black hair framing her small neat features, full lips, and big, dark eyes. Her figure was neat, trim, with flaring hips, and an impressive bust. He had to admit that she was pleasing to the eye. Yet nothing of his manner gave any indication that he had even notice her more than in passing. For his part Colonel Sir Edward Jude was a man of above average height his bearing Military his hazel eyes piercing and the flecks of gold in them gave his gaze the fierceness of a hawk, and they had the same aloof detachment of the predator. His frame was lank but sinewy.


"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Sirs!"


Her voice was sweet her eyes striking. The Colonel brought his riding crop to the brim of his service cap.

“Mum.”

He Turned to the Major ignoring the young beauty for the moment and gave him a stern look .

“Major was not aware you were bringing your wife with you……….Report!”

Amelia managed to almsot stifle a giggle.

Wife??? surely no one would take her for her father's wife!!! Suddenly worried, she fought the urge to find a place to sit and examine her face in the looking glass - perhaps the sun had wrought more damage than she had thought!!

The senior officer, a colonol, unless she missed her mark, was ..scary, almost. He had a look about him, quite different from the affable officers at home, he was...... intense somehow, and he unsettled her. Although he had been polite, and she could not fault his manners, he had a quality that brought to mind a wild beast, almost as though he was feral.

She made a mental note, to avoid, in so far as was possible, her father's commanding officer.

She had been assessing the Colonol, while her father hastily explained that Amelia was his daughter, not his wife, and that she was but 20 years of age. He was busily explaining that he had no one with whom he could leave her, and thus, had decided to bring her with him.

"I am sure she will secure a husband in no time, Sir!" he was saying to his commander, making her blush with shame. Could Papa be any more indiscrete?? She did not want to interupt, not wanting to seem to be stepping out of place, but she could not leave that go.

"Honestly, Papa, one would think I was actively searching out potential husbands!!" She was, but it didn't do to seem desperate.

“Major Cavendish reporting pursuant to orders to the 17th Lancers Sir.”

Colonel Jude had eyes that saw everything without appearing to look he had noticed that this bold
young beauty had been assessing him, while her father hastily explained that Amelia was his daughter, not his wife.


“Very well Cavendish.”

Sir Edward was rather amazed that Major Cavendish rather than holding hi9s tongue blurted out as if in some justification for bringing the girl out to the frontier.

"I am sure she will secure a husband in no time, Sir!"

The girl blushed furiously at her father’s indiscretion before chiding him

"Honestly, Papa, one would think I was actively searching out potential husbands!!"

“Quite so, Miss Cavendish very sensible Miss, I fear you would find the pickings very slim in the 17th.”

The colonel’s voice was dark and very deep. It was lost somewhere between a base and a baritone and rumbled from deep within him to not only be heard but felt as well.

“ Mr. Carstairs assign Major Cavendish to quarters 2 as he will be assuming the duties of regimental adjutant. Sub lieutenants Young and Smyth to Bachelor Officers Quarters. Young to the second squadron, and Young to the third.”

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That was Amelia Cavendish introduction to the 17th Lancer and their Commanding officer. And the Dusty outpost that was to be her home. The next three month settled into a deadly routine. The younger officers where away most of the time at more distant posting and there were no women of her own race at the post. The native girl’s wore little or nothing in the insistent heat just a sheer skirt and a little bodice of filmy silk that barely covered their breasts and left their midriff bare to their naval.

At first Major Cavendish attended to his duties and came home every evening but of late he had returned to his old habits of taking to the bottle for comfort and visiting the gaming tables of the Officer’s Mess for entertainment. The worst was that he had no luck with the cards. His debts had gotten him cashiered from three regiments in England and now he was up to his old tricks again.

The heat was stifling, oppressive, as the humidity built to unbearable levels, and Amelia began to dislike her father intensely for dragging her here. On top of everything else, he was slipping, slowly and surely back into his old ways.

It began as a once a week whist night, and now there was hardly an evening passed that he was not to be found at the card table. On three previous occasions, he had been obliged to sell out, to pay his debts, and her father's great aunt, had only purchased his commission to the 17th on the basis that he would be out of the country, no longer bringing shame on his exteneded family, and Amelia, having no where else to go, was here too.

The Colonol had not been exaggerating, when he had told her she would find lean pickings in her search for husband material among the rands of the 17th. It seemed to her that they were all men like her father, who had been sent abroad to serve her Majesty, primarily to remove the embarrassment they caused their respective families.

She was already 21, coming up twenty two in a couple of months, and she did not wish to end her days as an old maid, but that eventuality was looking increasingly likely, with every passing week. Her only hopes lay in the new officers that occasionally joined the ranks.

The only good thing about this God forsaken country, was that labour costs were cheap, and, if one managed one's money, a decent lifestye could be afforded, not luxurious mind, but decent. There were also beautiful fabrics - silks and cottons, and cashmere all to be bought quite cheaply, and she had made herself two new dresses, in the hopes of having somewhere to wear them.

She had no one, besides her father - not even someone, with whom to correspond - her great aunt preferring no contact with them, lest her father utilise those channels to apply to her for funds.

She was distrubed from her depressing train of thought, by a loud noise, and she called their house man, Kaamil, to assist with her father. He was drunk, and loudly so, and Kaamil escorted him to his chamber, undressed him, and put him to bed. Coming back out, he bowed to her.

"Miss Cavendish, you father sends his apologies. He made me promise to tell you that he is sorry!"

"Thank you Kaamil, you may go"

With that Kaamil bowed, and reveresed out, returning to his quarters, leaving Amelia seething.

Sorry!! He's always sorry. Nothing changes, nothing ever changes! but on this occasion it had. On this occasion it was...... something more.

Life at a frontier post, even if it was a regimental headquarters was far from stimulating and rather than being a shining example of British civilization, it brought out the baser aspects of humanity especially when it was the repository of broken and cashiered men. It was no place for women of a genteel nature, and yet that is where Miss Amelia Cavendish found herself. It was a poor place to find a husband when the carnal favors of the local women could be had for the price of a brass button, or the advantages of a liaison with an officer of the 17th. Yet there was one man who had taken an interest in young Amelia, Colonel Sir Edward Jude, and that interest was far from gentlemanly. The colonel was well aware of Major Cavendish weakness for the bottle and the gaming tables, a weakness the Colonel encouraged. At first the Majors luck ran hot and cold as he would take rubber at whist, just enough to feed his hunger for the tables. In a matter of weeks the Major was betting beyond his means and signing promissory notes and was in debt to several officers of the regiment. The colonel quietly bought up those notes.


Major Cavendish had been at the tables all night and he had been losing badly. Again he looked at his hand and knew he could not lose. He studied the man across the table from him and Cavendish swore he saw the man sweating, and the colonel was not a man to sweat.


“Shall we say £ 500.00 against my notes you hold Sir?”

Edward looked at his cards and then nervously wiped his brow.

“Done Sir.”


As they lay down their cards the Major was shocked to find he had been trumped and had lost the wager.

“Colonel you will of course accept my note Sir.”

“No Major Cavendish I am afraid that will not be satisfactory…..”

The Colonel paused letting his words strike home. Cavendish would be ruined if Jude insisted on payment, he would be cashiered from the regiment and throne into debtor’s prison in Calcutta until he paid his debts and what of Amelia what would be her fate so far from home .


”Sir for pity’s sake my daughter Amelia what will become of her?…..”


The Major’s voice trailed off it was then that the Colonel offered him a way out a way to maintain his commission and his honor, such as it was.

“Major perhaps we can handle this as An Affair of Honor. your daughter will be my indentured servant until your debt is paid”

With the stroke of a pen her fate was sealed.

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The next Morning the Colonel orderly paid a visit to quarters 2 .

“Miss Cavendish the Colonel request your presence at Quarters 1 it has to do with the Major and his debts.”

It was just another day, another sweltering, airless day, in this hell hole of a country. Amelia had just finished her breakfast, and had just finished instructing Kaamil to call her father once more, as he had yet to arise. Evidently, he had over-imbued even more than usual.

She heard voices from the hallway, and her heart began to beat hard. Her father had been deep in his cups last night, apologetic, and now there was a caller. Please God he had not gambled away her necklace and ring. They were the only remaining pieces of her mother's jewelry, not that there had been a whole lot to begin with, but most had been systematically sold off, to bail them out of the pit he had put them in.

She rose to her feet, and was standing, holding onto the dining table, as Kaamil announced their guest.

She recognised the man, as one of the Colonel's orderlies, and she brightened instantly. Perhaps it was an invitation to dinner?? Not that she liked the Colonel - in truth, he scared her, unsettled her, although she could not say why, but anything that would break the monotony, would be more than welcome. She smiled.

“Miss Cavendish the Colonel request your presence at Quarters 1 it has to do with the Major and his debts."

Amelia felt the flush of shame wash over her. NO!! No! This was too much!!

"Surely, Sir, you are mistaken! Surely it is my father's presence that is required!!


She resented the tone of desperation that her voice held. She did not want to face the Colonel. Was he about to tell her that her father had brought shame upon them once more? Would he inform her, that he was gambling, and losing beyond his means? Perhaps other men in the regiment were complaining?

She steeled herself, and accompanied the man to the Colonol's quarters, dread filling her, and various scenarios going through her mind. She stood outside the door, gathering herself, and smoothing her dress nervously, before she entered.

"Colonel, I understand you wish to have a quick word with me?"

She smiled as much as she could muster, as she moved forward in his study, and took a seat on the other side of his desk. Propriety dictated that she should have waited, to be invited to sit, but she feared her legs might give out, so she sat at the very first opportunity, unconsciously wringing her hands in her lap.

Colonel Sir Edward Jude sat at his desk the morning sunlight streaming through the widow. He smiled at the soft knock on his door. Oh how innocent she was in her carillons, so prim and proper every inch the proper young lady


“Miss Cavendish I believe you should read this.”

It was then that he passed the papers over to her. The papers that made her his body and soul until her father had paid his debts in full, debts totaling over £1,000.00 pounds sterling. He study her as she read the document her soft brown eyes growing wide with disbelief.


“ Miss Cavendish you are mine to do with as I please. The reality is this is India not England and a woman’s virtue is a commodity here.”

The colonel held her in his unblinking gaze as he bluntly took in her figure. He let his eyes roam over her impressive bust, and down to the sensual flare of her hips.

“ I am sure I could sell your contract to a planter for £500.00 but do not wish to suffer the loss. A much better bargain would be to sell your contract to the brothel in Kabul till you worked off your father’s debt or Miss Cavendish……….”

He let his voice trail off as he patted his knee.

“Miss Cavendish I believe you should read this.”

She took the note, and read it disbelief and horror making the blood leach from her, leaving her ashen. Her had flew to her mouth, stiflying her gasp.

It was then that he passed the papers over to her. The papers that made her his body and soul until her father had paid his debts in full, debts totaling over £1,000.00 pounds sterling. He study her as she read the document her soft brown eyes growing wide with disbelief.

£1,000! It might as well be ten thousand, for they had no chance of paying it. Prison! They would be thrown into debtor's prision, and her in the sub tropics, conditions were horrific. She swayed in her seat, trying to force her mind to take in what he had said.

“ Miss Cavendish you are mine to do with as I please. The reality is this is India not England and a woman’s virtue is a commodity here.”


"My.... what do you mean my virtue??" she asked, her voice a squeek, as she squinted into the sun that beat in the window, behind his back. It gave his features an even harder appearance than ususal, and scared her.

Surely he did not mean what she thought, but as she met his gaze, she realised that it was as bad as she had thought!

Perhaps she could appeal to his better nature, assuming, of course, that he had one. She would try. She opened her mouth, and then he spoke again.

“ I am sure I could sell your contract to a planter for £500.00 but do not wish to suffer the loss. A much better bargain would be to sell your contract to the brothel in Kabul till you worked off your father’s debt or Miss Cavendish……….”

She was on her feet.

"No! Please sir! I beg you! Please dont do that!! There must be some other option!! I beg you!!"

She was on her knees, desperate, her pride forgotten, having completely missed his not so subtle hint. She was fighting back tears. She was fighting back hysteria. She was desperate!

"Please Colonel! Help me! Please!!"

“ I am sure I could sell your contract to a planter for £500.00 but do not wish to suffer the loss. A much better bargain would be to sell your contract to the brothel in Kabul till you worked off your father’s debt or Miss Cavendish……….”

She was on her feet her eyes wide with fear as the fate that awaited her in a military brothel dawned on the trapped little dove. There was no place to fly to no one to save her.

"No! Please sir! I beg you! Please don’t do that!! There must be some other option!! I beg you!!"

Edward savored the moment as the proud little beauty fell to her knees at his feet, the desperation in her tear shimmering eyes so sweet, the near panic in her sobbing voice.

"Please Colonel! Help me! Please!!"

“Miss Cavendish I might consider keeping you if you could prove your worth my dear.”

There was a wicked gleam in the colonel’s eyes as he seemed to offer the distraught young beauty an avenue of escape. He let that hope build before he dashed her hopes.

“Rise Miss Cavendish and remove your gown, I need to see if you are worth keeping.”

There was an unflinching air of cruelty in his voice a note that said he would not relent, a note of a man use to being obeyed without question

It was not at all what she had imagined! She had begged his mercy, eased formhis assistance and somewhere in the back of her mind she had thought perhaps he might offer for her. She knew he was without wife, and thought perhaps he might press her to marry him, but she had not, in her wildest nightmares imagined anything like this!!

She struggled to get her mind to accept it - he was demanding her virtue. It was the only thing of value she had, her innocence. That thin membrane which declared her pure.

Sobbing openly now, she stood, staring at him, hoping against hope he would laugh, and tell her he was teasing, and yet, she knew that was not in his character, he was deadly serious.

"please dont do this! Please!!!".

She wrung her hands, hoping for a reprieve which did not, and would not come.

Finally, somewhat resigned, but still sobbing, she turned her back to him, taking a deep breath and regulating her tone.

"I cannot disrobe. I shall require assistance with my laces"

The back of her gown was laced down the back, and she had one of the servants assist her in dressing. She still desperately hoped for a miracle. But knew one would not come, and once she disrobed for this man, her reputation as a woman of virtue would be ruined.

His face was an unreadable mask as he sat there so calmly in his chair as if what he had just proposed , what he required of her was the most natural thing.

"please don’t do this! Please!!!".


Tears streamed down the girl’s flawless cheeks as she stood there before the man who held her fate in his hands. Her soft eyes silently pleaded so eloquently for mercy and only received his cold uncaring gaze in response. How pitiful Amelia looked as she wrung her hands in desperation and how utterly adorable when at last she accepted her fate.


"I cannot disrobe. I shall require assistance with my laces"


The Colonel slowly rose and slowly closed the distance between them He brushed her hair from her neck, his hands on her shoulders he bent forward, his lips so close to her ear as he whispered.


“A very wise decision Miss Cavendish, or should I say Amelia as I shall know you quite intimately my dear.”

As he spoke his hot moist breath washed over her neck. The stray wisps of hair at the nape of her neck danced with each word he spoke. Sir Edward let his hand slide from the girl’s shoulders to glide down the sensual curves of her torso. His thumbs grazed the seductive swell of Amelia’s breasts. His body was pressed to hers as he drew a dagger from his belt. She could feel the pull on her laces then they suddenly parted on the keen edge of the dagger and she was undone.


“ You May disrobe now my dear…………..”

His arms where around Amelia’s waist her body drawn back to his. He let his teeth graze her earlobe as he cautioned her.

“…. Never turn your back on my Miss Cavendish and never attempt to hide your charms from me lest I punish you.”

The Colonel took a step back. Amelia could hear the scrape of his chair as he took his seat.


“ Face me Miss Cavendish and continue.”

His voice a harsh hiss of a serpent.

It was so surreal, almost as though she was watching a play, not something real, and tangible, and starring herself.

She shivered as he pressed himself against her, becoming aware of his male form even through the layers of clothing seperating them. His breath hissed in her ear, sending goose bumps over her flesh, and, in an instant, her bodice slacked and fell away from her, as her laces gave. She gasped in shock, he had cut her laces! How was she to return to her home, with her bodice gaping.

She wanted to turn, to hide from him, or better yet, to run from him, leaving this room, this house, this country, but she knew it was impossible. She had to stand and meet her fate head on.

“ You May disrobe now my dear…………..”


She shivered as she felt his teeth graze her skin, moving over her ear lobe, and it sent shivers deep into her core. He was unlike any man she had ever known, not that she had known any man in this intimate manner, but this man, the Colonel, he was..... feral almost.

“…. Never turn your back on my Miss Cavendish and never attempt to hide your charms from me lest I punish you.”


He would too. He was a stern man, a man who scared her, who had a recognisable darkness in his soul. Her sobs had tapered off now, but she was shaking as she moved her hand to her bodice, removing it, then, repeating the motion with her skirt.

Shaking, she stood in her chemise, her stockings, and her corset.

“ Face me Miss Cavendish and continue.”

She couldn't do this. She couldn't!! She looked at the expressionless face opposite her, and her appeal died on her lips. He would not capitulate, nor moderate his intentions in any way. He was a man who kept his own counsel, and he would please himself.

Shaking visibly, she put her hands behind her, fumbling with the laces of her corset, and when she finally grasped the correct part, she pulled, loosening it, and shimmying out of it.

She stood still, aware that those parts that marked her as feminine could most likely be seen through the thin, well worn and somewhat threadbare linen. She was stalling, praying for him to have a miraculous change of heart.

Finally, though knowing it was useless, she, unable to help herself, began to cry hard.

"please, please, please I beg you, please, I cant! Dont make me do this, please! I know you are a gentleman, this is unbecoming of you, sir!!"

She was trapped and she knew it. Edward saw that knowledge flash in the tear shimmering depth of those stunning soft brown eyes. He saw how this proud little beauty steeled herself to her fate and yet her fear of that fate was almost crippling. He saw her sheer will take hold as her trebling fingers freed the remains of her bodice. Like a dance of the Seven veils Amelia shed her skirt, and the layers of petticoats beneath till she stood in nothing but her thread bear chemise, stockings, and her corset. Soft eyes pleading for mercy, found nothing but his harsh unyielding gaze. Hands shaking visibly, fumbling with the laces of her corset, a sensual little shimmy and the garment dropped to the floor. It was then that Amelia’s spirit faltered and with tears staining her flawless cheeks she sobbed most piteously,

"please, please, please I beg you, please, I can’t! Don’t make me do this, please! I know you are a gentleman, this is unbecoming of you, sir!!"

Like a coiled snake the colonel struck his hand grabbed the petite little beauty’s wrest and she drew her across his lap. He laughed at the girl’s pitiful little struggles as he drew her pantaloons down over her firm little derrière bearing the seductively sensual curve of her ass to him.


“I did warn you Miss Cavendish”


WHAP

His hand came down like a bolt of lightning and a thunder clap wrung out on Miss Amelia Cavendish firm silken skin.


WHAP, WHAP, WHAP

Three more blows rained down on the girl’s upturned ass.

“Your punishment will continue Miss till you beg to bare your body to me.”


WHAP, WHAP, WHAP


Again his hand rained down Amelia’s firm silken flesh. He paused for a moment as his finger tips traced the blazing print of his hand on her pale alabaster skin.


WHAP


His fingers dipped lower between the hapless beauty’s thighs to brush the soft pink folds that guarded her virgin’s treasure.



WHAP, WHAP, WHAP

Amelia’s torment continued as the Colonel mixed the searing pain of her punishment with the dark sensual caress of her most private and secret guardian.

She was shocked. Never had anyone put a hand on her, never! She felt her world turn upside down and the air stir agianst her bare posteriour. The first few smacks had landed before she fully comprehended what was happening.

He was spanking her!! Like a fractious, naughty child, she had been put across his knee! His hand rained heat upon her, the smarting pain spreading through her, eminating from her ass, and moving deep into her body. She was utterly humiliated. He had pulled down her pantalettes, and was spanking her bare ass, and she cried out, tears of shame dripping from her face.

“Your punishment will continue Miss till you beg to bare your body to me.”

She railed against him, small fists hitting anywhere she could reach, but nothing slowed his blows. The sound of flesh hitting flesh filled his study, and she worried that perhaps his servants might hear. servants talked, and she would die of embarassment, should anyone ever suspect she had been disciplined by the base commander.

It hurt, it hurt like hell, and she knew she could not take much more.

"please stop!" she tried, but the spanking continued without pause. Finally, she capitulated, knowing she would not, and could not win.

"I will bare my body for you!"

nothing. Perhaps he had not heard over the noise of his hand hitting her ass.

"Fine!! I will disrobe for you !!"

Still nothing, except the feel of his hand on her now throbbign ass, and the occasional graze of his fingers across her slit.

"Please! May I undress for you?!"

. "please stop!"

Hardly the proper attitude for a petulant young lady, so her punishment continued. The thunder clap of his hand lit dark fires deep within the innocent young Miss stirrings she was ill prepared to deal with.

"I will bare my body for you!........ "Fine!! I will disrobe for you !!......."Please! May I undress for you?!"

Still nothing, except the feel of his hand on her now throbbing ass, and the occasional graze of his fingers across her slit. Amelia’s had not seemed to have comprehended that he meant for her to beg so her torment continued till she learned the errors of her prideful ways. The colonel let each strike of his hand fan the dark fires he had enkindled in the young beauty and when she had been properly chastised and when his nostrils where filled with the dark musky fragrance of the girl’s arousal he let her slide from his lap to sob kneeling at his feet. Sir Edward lifted Amelia’s chin with a single finger tilting the girl’s head back till she looked up into his stern gaze.

“ You may rise now Miss Cavendish and disrobe bearing yourself to me.”

Little could Amelia realize that her torment was just beginning.

“ You may rise now Miss Cavendish and disrobe bearing yourself to me.”

On any other day, she would not have believed how relieved she would be to hear those words, but today, knowing that the severe spanking would, finally, come to an end, it was music to her ears.

She scrambled quickly from his lap, and tugged her pantalettes back up, blushing crimson to the very roots of her hair. She began with her stocking, untying her left garter, and rolling the stocking down her milky white thigh. She repeated the motion on her right leg, and then, she reached under her chemise, and tugged her pantalettes down, kicking them, sending them under his desk.

Finally, the moment had arrived, when she was down to just her skimpy chemise, and yet, poor as it was, it was currently the most valuable item of clothing she had, as it was the final barrier shielding her body from his view.

She looked up, staring deep into his terrifying and yet mesmerising eyes, and she bent, taking the hem in her hands. The seconds dragged out, until she could stall no more. Taking a deep, steadying breath, she pulled it quickly up and over her heat, throwing it to the floor.

She stood naked before him, puce from her midrift to her scalp. More than anything, she wished she could hide from him, from herself, too She felt uncomfortable, a little fizzing sensation going on deep within her.

She used one hand to cover her mound as best she could, and the other went to support and shield her brests from view, and then, and then she recalled his words.

“…. Never turn your back on my Miss Cavendish and never attempt to hide your charms from me lest I punish you"

Slowly, and painfully (at least emotionaly) she forced her hands to her side, and stood there, her head hanging in shame, and her body, which, since the age of seven, had never been viewed by another,

Blushing crimson to the very roots of her hair Amelia rose quickly to do as she had been bidden obviously no wishing to be subjected to another spanking. The Colonel watched as the shy young beauty loosed the garter of her stocking. He idly wondered if she realized how incredible beautiful and sensual she was as she pointed her little foot and rolled down her stocking. Her movements had a seductive innocence to them as she rolled first then the other stocking down her milky white thigh. It did not take her long to divest herself of her pantalettes as she gave them a saucy little kick that sent them flying. Now all that remained was Amelia’s thread worn camisole. Tears shimmered in her eyes as she hesitated. Then in one swift movement the stunning beauty pulled it quickly up and over her heat, throwing it to the floor.

Amelia’s hands quickly went to cover her nakedness as she blushed scarlet from the tip of her nose to the tips of her toes. He saw her eyes go wide with fear as the girl slowly, and painfully forced her hands to her side, and stood there, her head hanging in shame as she stood naked as the day she was born before this man that so terrified her.

The Colonel rose slowly from his seat and slowly began to circle Amelia as if she were a prize filly he had just purchased. He lifted her chin with the riding crop he now carried.


“You’re quite beautiful Miss Cavendish.”

There was no guile in his voice or in his eyes as he balanced her chin on his riding crop. He let it slide from her chin as he again began circling her.


CRACK


The crop lashed across the firm curve of her ass.


“Stand straight eyes straight ahead Miss Cavendish.”

He leaned close to her once more as he whispered in her ear.

“You do realize I shall claim your virtue before you leave this room don’t you my dear. How much pleasure or pain will be involved is entirely up to you.”


He smiled as she shivered and a little gasped sob escaped her moist ripe lips.


“Now be a good girl and bend over the desk Miss Cavendish.”

She felt like an animal being inspected, being scrutinized, being examined closely for faults, and it deepened her humiliation.

“You’re quite beautiful Miss Cavendish.”

His compliment, in no way eased her discomfort. The crop at her chin, reminded her in no small way, that she was at his mercy. He began to move around her, circling her, checking out her every aspect. A bead of sweat trickled down her back and disappeared between her buttocks. She wiped her face with her hands, and wanted, more than anything, to cover herself, to shield her body from his penetrating gaze.

CRACK


The crop lashed across the firm curve of her ass.



She yelped in both surprise and pain, feeling the intense burn across her ass, knowing that even now, a welt was forming. She instinctively pulled away from him.


“Stand straight eyes straight ahead Miss Cavendish.”

Almost like a soilder, she jerked her body back into an upright position, with such sudden force, that her breasts jiggled, making her even more uncomfortable, certain that she was making a spectacle of herself.

His hot breath hissed in her ear, threatenly, both in the message it imparted, and in its implied intimacy.


“You do realize I shall claim your virtue before you leave this room don’t you my dear. How much pleasure or pain will be involved is entirely up to you.”

Tears spilled, despite her determination to deny him her loss of control, and they rolled down her cheeks, onto her chest, and, mixing with sweat, disappeared into her cleavage.


“Now be a good girl and bend over the desk Miss Cavendish.”

Slowly, she complied. She braced her hands on the desk, steadying her stance, and trying to steady her breathing. Her heart was hammering, and she thought it might even be audible in the confines of the study. Certainly, her pulse was visible in the vein of her neck.

She wanted to beg, and plead, but knew it would be ultimately useless, and would, most likely add to the fiend's enjoyment, and she intended to deny him that, if nothing else.

Tears freely trickled down Amelia’s checks as she shivered naked and hopeless before the fiend that not only held her fate in his hands but the fate of her father as well. This was not England, this was the North West frontier of India and she new for all intense and purposes he was the law and she had no recourse to higher authority. He could see that knowledge in her tear shimmering eyes. A cruel smile bowed his lips as Amelia slowly complied. She braced her hands on the desk, steadying her stance, and trying to steady her breathing. Her heart was hammering, and she thought it might even be audible in the confines of the study. Certainly, her pulse was visible in the vein of her neck. Slowly she turned pleading eyes to the colonel then demurely dropped her gaze from his knowing she would find no mercy.

She was gorgeous as she stood there so obediently bent over his desk awaiting the cruel fate that was hers. No lover’s kiss, no marriage bed with bowers of flowers. No just a cruel carnal act that would rob her of all her girlish dreams. Amelia felt the soft caress of the leather tab of the colonel’s riding crop as it slowly traced its way up her inner thigh the sharp little sting of its bite urging her keens further apart. Then to her horror the calloused caress of the braided shaft to her soft moist virgin folds. Each stroke cleaved those folds deeper and deeper the rough braid caressing the hooded guardian of Amelia’s innocence. Caressing, teasing, pleasing and coaxing that hooded guardian from its hiding place and tempting the innocent young beauty into a dark sensual world she was ill prepared to face.

Amelia clung to the edge of the desk, her knuckles white, as she began to pray. This was beyond her worst nightmare, far worse than anything she could have imaged.

The riding crop traced her inner thigh, short, sharp cuts of the whip making her widen her stance, making her expose her most private parts to a greater degree, to his view, making her cringe with humiliation. She had given up on her effort to restrain her tears, and they now flowed freely. Her attention was drawn to her teardrops as the blotted the ink on the document he had on his des, making the ink run into spider webs. Time dragged, and yet, seemed to stand still, her life encapsulated in this one moment of time, that would forever change the course of her life, as she knew it.

The crop was now at the apex of her thigh, probing her womanhood, and pressing hard against her, and, as it continued, she became aware that there was a change of some sort occuring - her womanhood began to swell, and throb, and slowly, and surely, she grew wetter and wetter, and she began to feel funny. The crop, as it moved along her wet slit, began to make a sloshy sound, and Amelia wondering what was happening to her.

She wanted to beg, to plead, to run out of the room, to wake up from this nightmare!!

The first delicate musky wisps of Amelia’s unwanted arousal played at the corners of Sir Edwards’s awareness. He inhaled deeply and savored the trapped little beauty’s intoxicating fragrance. He smiled as the girl blushed crimson and he took a step closer to her. He let Amelia feel the heat of his body against hers through the coarse wool of his uniform. The maddening and seductive caress of the riding crop continued to massage the girl’s throbbing sweet pearl of passion, coaxing that guardian of her secret and most chaste guardian from its hooded hiding place. With each stroke the colonel could smell the blossoming of Amelia’s womanhood. Such a scared little dove this gorgeous creature was as she tittered on the brink of her new life.


“You really are a very naughty young lady Amelia one with a rebellious nature your present submission belies. A nature I shall curb my dear..”


The tone of that dark voice left no doubt that his words were meant both as a warning and a promise. While he spoke his hand slid across the firm curve of the girl’s whipped ass. He traced the welts of her pervious spanking as if to punctuate his that dark warning and promise. His hand now slid up the sensual curve of the girl’s torso to cup her bared breast. The tip of his finger lazily circled her dusky pink areola coaxing it into a puffy little pillow crowned by a taunt pale pink rose bud nipple. His teeth graze Amelia’s ear lobe as he rolled that taunt rose bud under the pad of his finer, as he continued to molest her with the riding crop. Flooding her young inexperienced body with feelings that were both foreign and so very sinful.

It was completely foreign to her, the feelings tingling through her body. She had no idea what was happening to her, but she knew she was damp "down there" and for a horrifying moment, she glanced down, wondering if her menses had come early. They had not, and she was relieved, but worried as to what was happening to her.

His hand roamed her body, coming up to touch her breast, making her jump. His fingers played with her nipple, making it contract, and she was taken aback at his gentle touch, and shamed that her nipple seemed to be sticking out a whole lot more that it normally did.

The crop continued to tease her, tormenting her, and making her womanhood begin to pulse as it contracted hard. She gasped, breathing hard, unsure what was happening to her. She felt weak, tingly, as though her legs might give way, but deep inside her, a convulsion began, and intensified and she began to pant and moan, and unawares, she began to rock her body against the crop, as a tidal wave crashed over her, making her so weak, and she cried out, and slumped right across the Colonel's desk.

The crop continued to tease her, tormenting her, and making her womanhood begin to pulse as it contracted hard. The musky fragrance of Amelia’s arousal was intoxicating and The Colonel was quite please the way her supple young body responded so easily to the little temptations he offered. Edward smiled wickedly to himself when the so very prim and proper Miss Amelia Cavendish began to pant and moan, like a little bitch in heat. Then as she began to rock her body against the crop, eagerly seeking its embrace until the tidal wave of her first orgasm crashed over her, making her so weak, and she cried out, and slumped right across the Colonel's desk.

Sir Edward wasted no time that luscious young body was at the peak of arousal, her sweet little mind was clouded by the intensity of her orgasm, Miss Amelia Cavendish was ripe for the plucking and he had every intention of plucking this tasty little morsel. He guided the velvet tip of his lust to the girl’s puffy labia. He eased his hips forward and slowly began to stretch her virgin folds. He took his time opening the panting young beauty, seducing her with his body as he slowly brought her tittering to the edge of that abyss that offered suck dark sinful pleasure he left the chaste little virgin tittering there on the edge that dark abyss, shimmering pleasure almost within her reach. Then in a single thrust he claimed the gifted that she so jealously protected, that gifted she could only give once, he claimed her innocence as her maiden head part and all she had dreamed of was a fading memory as was her virginity.

It was then as her pitiful scream faded that he began in earnest to seduce her treacherous young body granting it the pleasure she would soon crave.