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[astralkiss]

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[ChrisWard]

Stanhope endured the trip to Provence:the interminable delays at both Dover and Calais, the horrendous weather, the bland fare served in the taverns and rest stops. His mood which started out black when he left Devonwood was now solid pitch when the coach neared the convent. "The sisters of Mercy" he muttered to himself "if they had any mercy they would have drown the brat."

He remebered the footstomping ,the rude remarks and the imperial demands of a scraggy eleven year old brat and he groaned.. He would marry her off to some godforsaken noble and perhaps even realize some profit in the deal.

How would he survive the vixen? He decided to be firm. When she left he was barely more than a teen himself. He would stand no nonsense from this child.It was she and he alone in the manor, he reassued himself. She could scream bloody murder for all he cared. The servants would applaud him for it.

She had given Mrs. Moffet such a difficult time that the poor woman had to retire to bed for a week.

The verdant rolling hills and pastures of Provence, the expansive patch-quilt vinyards slipped by William unnoticed. He would tame the cursed brat. He might just tweak her ear and haul the ugly gangly creature into the carriage without speaking a word to her. His resolve screwed up he felt the carriage halt and stepped out with distain for the girl lodged in his heart.

Sister Angelique moved to the carriage door to greet their guest. His impatience and irritability extended to this poor woman as well....
Alons, alons, faites vites....la jeune fille.....ou est-elle...vite...vite.

He leaned back against the carriage and tapped his foot waiting for the horrid child to appear. Then he received his first shock of the week.

 

[ChrisWard]

On the second audible tirade Stanhope’s demeanor broke. “This is intolerable!” he pronounced aloud. He stormed into the school, past the luggage, packed and arranged by the nuns. Next, he brushed the ineffectual sister Angelique aside and marched straight on towards his ward.

Her appearance startled him. She had grown into a petite yet full bodied beauty with ample breasts and hips. In fact she possessed a delectible hour glass figure. Her hair was a striking golden mass of curls. He noted all this but did not adjust his gait in the least and continued his charge.

Seizing the girl by the back of the neck, he swung her towards the door. With his other hand he clasped the back of her gown close to the small of her back and swept her across the floor and through the door. He kicked her luggage in the air as he passed. "She won’t need these." He bellowed. She weighed next to nothing and his surprising strength allowed him to hold her out at arms length. Her arms and legs flayed about wildly but uselessly in an attempt to thrash out at anyone. She tried to hurl verbal abuse at her captor but her necklace was clenched in his hand and choked off her cries. He barreled her along towards the waiting carriage. The footman had smartly dashed down to open the door and Lord Stanhope tossed her head first into the compartment. “Drive.” He shouted.

 

[ChrisWard]

Lord Stanhope was still furious but could not help but suck in his breath at the sight of her splendid ass waving in the air. The lovely heart shaped mounds struggling to upright themselves stirred a lusting desire in the young Lord. He easily caught her wrist as she swung to slap him and he tossed her back into the bench seat opposite him.

She was panting and savage and sat staring at him. They stayed eye locked to eye for minutes and he could remained cold and severe. Still those blazing blue eyes and now dishevelled hair reminded him of a woman in sexual passion and he secretly recalled the proud inviting ass of the girl and longed to see more.

He had earlier decided to punish her for any indiscretion in order to display his control over the brat. He still intended that but a darker purpose began to hatch. He wanted her over his knee in order to feast his eyes on her charms. To raise her skirts and petticoats. To peel off layers of clothing. To admire and slap her naked ass. Visions of her exposed cunt crept into his fevered brain as he stared level at the girl.

A perversion he had never known or never admitted knocked at his heart and he could feel himself surrender to it. She was in his complete control he refelcted. Who was to call him up. Who was to know. He could even hide behind the concerned guardian mask and receive the accolades of aquaintances. Yet he knew he lusted for the girl. He stared coldly at her. But, he was afire.

 

[ChrisWard]

In a flash she suddenly flew at him. "Batard" she shrieked. A flurry of activity ensued. Her nails tearing the front of his shirt. Wrestling with the young hellion was easier than Stanhope allowed it to appear. He tossed her about being sure to grasp one of her heaving breasts in the fray. Again he tipped her over affording himself a long look at her underclothes. Her legs splayed and he enjoyed the folds and tucks of material in and around her cunt and ass. The material disappeared and gathered tracing the shape of both. He was now stiff as a shaft of steel. They contiued to grapple with each other.

He did not want this to end quickly and contiually allowed her to twist from his grasp. His hands pressed clutched explored all over her writhing body. He ensured that his cock was pressed and rubbed against Victoriana as she battled on. Her blouse had sprung open in the struggle and her rock hard nipples and were a visual treasure.

Finally, he trapped her underneath him on the seat. His cock pressed into her wriggling thigh. She was panting and red from the exertion. She was pinned and immobile. Her shimmering locks had freed themselves and a lioness mane of thick golden hair framed her face. She looked for all the world like a woman who had just finished a torrid bout of unbridled sex. He was tempted to kiss her passionately. But, instead he flipped her over his left knee. His right leg trapped her legs in place. His left forearm pressed on her back. This left his right hand free to perform at will.

He flipped her skirts and petticoats over her head. He stopped and admired the gorgeous ass presenting itself magnificently to him. He debated whether or not to yank down the final covering of her lovliness but decided that could wait. He would tease himself. Next time she would receive her punishment and his reward on her bare ass. As he pondered these things his right hand rested on her splendid globes. Her attempts to twist were in complete vain but they added to the wonder of his pleasure.

He leaned over to speak to her." If you continue to behave in a childish manner. You will be treated as a child. The next time your bare bottom will be spanked. Be forewarned miss." The pretense of giving instruction was an excuse for his hand to slip accidentally over her covered cunt. He felt the warmth and moisture from her garden of love and the stunning outer lips.
His dick pressed into the folds of her ample skirting.

THWACK! He swung an open hand at her veiled bottom. He longed to hear the smack of her naked flesh. To watch it turn form alabaster to pink to red. To see the flesh giggle in response to his hand. That would come soon enough he thought. He continued to assault her ass with gusto and did not stop till she went limp over his knee. Her invectives turned to tears. He easily. Flipped her upright and plunked her back on the seat in front of him.

 

[ChrisWard]

"Did you say something?" He leaned menacingly towards her. He had of course heard the curse but saw this as a possibility to intimidate. She was mum and curled herself into the corner of the carriage. Her eyes flashed with a smoldering rage. And he knew it would not be long before she erupted again and he would then peel down her final layer of protection and luxuriate in the splendour of her ass.

He stared at her sitting on her hip to alleviate the stinging of her bottom and he pictured that splendid ass of hers. From an almost side on view of her bust he could admire the classic curve of her breast. He began to scheme. How can I arrange it so that she is completely naked for a little wrestle and a paddling.

He would thourougly enjoy taking a hair brush and paddling her as she squirmed for freedom and then from the sting. He imagined her wonderful tits swinging free and rubbing against him.

God, she was a beauty. And, she was legally under his care. Back at the manor he would arrange it. Perhaps each time he disciplined her he could peel back more and more clothing. Because she was acting like a wilfull child of course.

Stanhope knew he was becoming obsessed by the idea. It was then that he noticed; his beige trousers displayed a large wet spot. Victoriana's eyes were focused at that moment upon the exact same thing.

 

[ChrisWard]

Stanhope snatched her by the wrist and pulled her towards him. "We are minutes from the first hostel. You, madamoiselle, will pay dearly for your impertinence. Take the remainder of the ride to sooth your delicate backside for I will play a fine tune upon it when we are alone." He knew he that this time her naked ass and cunt would open to him. He tried to envision her fluffy golden pubic hair. It would be darker than her curls and he wondered at the folds of her virgin pussy.

Again, he was rock hard as he imagined her nakedness. He knew she could see his cock expanding and decided not to disguise the fact at all. Let her see his excitement. If she is aware of his lewd intent, it will only increase her fear of his wrath. Within a week, he will have her completely stripped. Her breath-taking tits free for his examination and abuse.

When they were back at the manor, he could indulge his lascivious desires undisturbed.

When the coach came to a halt before the inn. To her great shock, he once again seized her by the scruff of the neck and by the small of the back and marched her through the attatched tavern.

He called out to the innkeep as he whisked her by.
"My ward has been expelled from the convent. She pushed an old nun down some marble stairs and I am going to tan her backside till it bleeds."

"Mon, Dieu, geev her one for me Monsieur." The man replied. "Room 3."

"Brazen brat" from another patron. Other comments of a similar fashion chased them down the hall.

Lord Stanhope tossed Victoriana on the bed. He removed his great coat which had effectively covered his damp spot. He rolled up his sleeves and he was ready.

 

[ChrisWard]

Stanhope glared down at Victoriana, her face inches from his aching manhood. Did the child know what she was doing? How sensual she looked? For a moment he dared to hope that she would participate in his lewd fantasies. She stared up at him as she pleaded. Could she be made a sexual slave? He filed all those thoughts away till he could reflect on them at leisure. For now he longed to expose her enticing ass. It took all his will not to grasp her head and pull her cheek into his cock. Instead he slipped a hand under each of her arms and pulled her up, completely off the floor.

He turned and sat on the bed and maneuvered Victoriana into the accustomed position when he was sure she was hopelessly trapped he again threw her skirts up over her back. The now familiar ass, bent tantalizingly over his knee. Memory paid no justice to the sight. She was lovely. A paradisal ass.

He allowed his hand to rest on her buttocks. He no longer needed to hide his purile behaviour. She had seen his erections and his wet trousers. He would play the charade of disciplining a ward but both of them would know it was about something else.

He delayed pulling down the final veil for a full minute but then could resist no longer. He inched down her silk coverings and there was her splendid ass. He removed them entirely and stared. His hand could do nothing but caress and explore her orbs. He traced the little lines, which marked the end of her ass and the start of her shapely legs. He allowed his fingers to slide between the cheeks of her bottom and glide down to the beginning of her cunt.

Her down filled cunt peeked out from the oval gap between her legs. Her pubic hair was in fact a mat of gold, one shade lighter than her hair. All pretense was forsaken now as he openly explored her exposed pussy.

“Each time you offend. You shall lose one more piece of clothing till you are naked as the day you were born. You will become the child that you behave like. Do you understand.”

SMACK! The slap resounded through the room. A handprint appeared on Victorianas ass. Still pink from earlier. SMACK! again. SMACK! Again. He was breathing heavily now and his cock rocked and pressed against her thigh. He kept smacking until he came. Hypnotized by the giggling flesh. The exposed cunt and the delicious pressure on his cock.

 

[ChrisWard]

Stanhope grabbed a handful of hair from the back of Victoriana's head and yanked her upright. He stood her infront of him."You will wear one of my nightshirts to bed and I will hear not a peep from you. I will gladly smack your bottom again if you so much as raise an eyebrow. I may just spank you again when I recall the anguish you caused me today. I shall retire to attend to my toiletries. You will be in your bed when I return."

He went to his suitcase delivered into the hallway by the footman found a nightshirt and flung it on the bed. He then went into the adjoining room and positioned the door to afford himself a view of the entire bedroom. In the dark he waited.

Victoriana, stepped gingerly out of her clothes her ass smarted and her body ached from wrestling and being hauled about. Stanhope almost wept at the heavenly vision: the curve of her hips, the shapely legs,the trim waspish waist and ,oh, her bountiful breasts firm and comely. He could not beleive his fortune when Victoriana crossed the room to the bureau mirror. She turned to see the damage to her ass cheeks. She stood on tiptoe and wiggled herself to attain a better view. Yet, the view that this afforded him was incredible. God he loved the little nymph.

He bashed about making sure she knew he was coming out. She threw on the nightshirt and dove into bed. He put out the lights but the moon lit the room admirably. He knew she could not yet be asleep. But he pretended to believe she was. He began to undress. First, he removed and folded his shirt. Then off came the boots and finally his trousers. His dick was still erect from the show he had witnessed in the bathroom. He knew his athlete's body would probably be the first Victoriana had seen. He feined having something to retreive from the suitcase. This gave her more opportunity to assess him.
He passed a hand in front of her eyes to see if she was asleep, knowing quite well she would continue her charade.

Soon after he was in the adjacent bed. Victoriana heard his matress start to creak and she saw by the shapes in the sheets that Stanhope was masturbating.

 

[ChrisWard]

He bound out of bed and slammed his open hand against the door, which she was trying to open. The resounding crash reverberated like thunder through the room. Victoriana jumped in a start first at the speed of his leap and secondly at the crash of the door.

“Do you think, that you are still dealing with doddering nuns and simpering school girls from the convent. He now had both palms on the door with Victoriana trapped between them. He stood so close to her that she could not even duck down or turn to escape. Is your bottom sore now my lady? He swiftly dropped both his hands and grabbed two handfuls of the nightshirt she wore. He then pulled in one powerful motion. Her arms flew in the air and the nightshirt was ripped off her body. Blinking in surprise she stood stark naked before Stanhope.

He wore only his nightshirt and he was so close that his erection poked her above her navel. He deftly hooked his left arm around her naked body and trapped her legs between his thighs. This position was new to Victoriana. He was going to wail away at her as they were both standing.

Her lithe yet full young body curved round his leg. His nightshirt had ridden up and his cock and balls both pressed against her hip. He was angry enough to wail away in earnest this time. Her already bruised bottom received a rain of smacks and the girl soon became distraught. He stopped but did not release her.

“Are you prepared to do as you are told?” One more quick smack for not answering fast enough. She quickly blurted out her assent. “You cannot escape. You can go nowhere if you do. You are under my tutelage until I place you elsewhere.”

He let her go and pulled up a cane chair and sat on it. He was against the door. Come and kneel down. He pointed to the floor before him. She acquiesced.

She was absolutely mind boggling naked and in this submissive pose. Now get into position over my knee. She feared another spanking but had no recourse but to obey. Good. We will often have these obedience tests my girl. You will immediately do what ever is asked.

Now, get back to bed. And as I said before. Not one peep. Not one raised eyebrow.

 

[ChrisWard]

Lord Stanhope lay in bed assessing the days turn of events. His thoughts had shifted ennui to perversion. He had begun the day dreading the reunion with the wilfull brat and had spent the entire time after meeting her in a state of arousal. He had progressed from a glimpse of her silk clad bottom to eyeing and pawing her nakedness.

She was now aware of his lust and was trapped in his clutches. He had found a way to test her obedience under which guise he could have her perform increasingly humiliating tasks.

Soon he would have her performing sexual acts and he could hold over her the constant threat of a sound paddling. He had found that he loved to discipline her and would never give that up no matter how submissive she became.

He sensed and dared to hope that there was a raging sexual creature lurking in the girl. When she first knelt close to his cock. He perceived an intentional sluttiness, a slatern waiting to escape.

The vision of her nudity stamped itself again and again into his fevered brain.
Tomorrow he would get her some clothing but he would have the seamstress bring some frocks here and he would watch her try them on and chose her wardrobe. She could not board the channel fairy in the clothes she had. They were cheap and torn to tatters by their wrestling.

Again his hand inched down to his pulsing cock and he pictured Victoriana in one lewd act after another.

 

[ChrisWard]

He was shocked when she siddled up to him. " You can be a good girl when you wish. Can't you Victoriana?" He let her snuggle in beside him. " In the morning after a warm full breakfast we will have a seamstress visit the room and we will put together a wordrobe for you." You can't travel as a lady unless you are dressed as a lady."

He ran his fingers through her hair as he spoke in deep soft tones. He had come moments before and was in a peaceful consiliatory mood. She was curled up in a fetal position and he was sculpted in behind her. Whispering into her curls and playing with her hair. In a resonating almost song like voice he laid out their itinerary and described the sprawling manor and the immaculate stables. He went on to detail the estate and the Brandy woods. The various peasants and their activities.

When she nestled into him further he remembered his lust for the girl. He continued his reverie but reached down and touched her beautiful little garden of love.

She wheeled around smartly in the bed and planted a knee swiftly in his groin, with such force as to fold him up like a card table. She bound from the bed and dashed into the toilet. In his agony he heard her click the hook into the eyelet of the bathroom door

 

[ChrisWard]

He rocked back and forth in the bed in absolute agony. The little BITCH he thought. She would pay and pay for this. Let her sleep on the bathroom floor while he schemed. He first thought of crashing the door down and dragging her by the hair of her head onto the bedroom floor and beating her ass till she was senseless.

That was not good enough he thought. How could he repay the agony the treachery. He held his aching nuts and plotted.

Then it came to him. He would act like all was forgotten tomorrow. Be as nice as the "Good Samaritan" for the rest of the journey. Lavish her with clothes and attention. Kindness. Understanding. Promises and plans of a luxuriant life at the manor.

When they arrived the ruse would be continued. He would lead her to her new room enthusiastically. Once there, he intended to tie her to her bed. Gag her and rape the bitch repeatedly. He smiled through the pain of his testicles. The betrayal, the treachery would be more than repaid.

He must smile and bow and set up the dastardly deed. "Oh that a man can smile and smile and be a villian" he recalled the lines from Othello and chuckled.

 

[ChrisWard]

Stanhope’s dreaded resolve melted like frost on a May morn as Victoriana came to him. Was it the Whirlwind of the day? Was it the heady proximity of this captivating beauty? Was it merely rage at being kneed full on in the groin? At any rate, his decision to rape her dissipated as the naked vision voluntarily approached.

He could not comprehend or assess the transformation in Victoriana much less in himself. Still, he realized - this is what he wanted, this was his ardent desire. She would come to him.

He feigned sleep as she cooed his name. She whispered her apology half in French and half in English. Her hand on his shoulder, a resting dove, no longer the swooping falcon, enflamed Stanhope. God he wanted her. But he pledged that she would ask him. That door would be opened from the inside. She would offer her luscious garden of earthly delights in this tone. The tone she employed at this moment. “Please, sir, will you take me. Will you make a woman of me.” Imagining this compliant request to possess her had Stanhope a standing pole.

He threw back the sheet and patted the mattress in front of him. In his imaginings she still had called him, sir. He knew the lovely game of give and take was still on. He would still discipline her. He would test her obedience. He would wrestle with, quarrel, spank, strip, touch, and fondle the maid into submission. But he would not invade her passage of love with either cock nor finger. There he would wait for her surrrender. He would wait for her to invite him in; dare he hope, for her to beg him in. He began to imagine the circumstance, the setting, her voice, her words. His loins ached to hear them.

This was delicious he thought. The love games, the struggle of wills would continue, coercion, chicanery, and subterfuge. He would seek occasion to subjugate his sweet, sweet ward; but the aim of the badinage had shifted dramatically. Victoriana must ask him to fuck her.

He waited for her. He again patted the mattress before him.

 

[ChrisWard]

Victoriana's compliance shot an ache more directly to Stanhope's testes than the knee she had given him an hour before. As she leaned over to address him, he marveled at the pendant breasts of his stunning ward. They hung and swung firmly and provocatively as she reached for his shoulder. Her perfect belly and her enticing golden triangle screamed for him to take her but he fought back the powerful urge to splay her on the bed and to fuck her wildly.

Her body sent his whirling head into flights of lusty fantasy. Her manner, her dainty submission, her consent remained even more of an aphrodisiac. She slipped into his bed and then turned her to back into him and they were curled together. He knew he could not trust himself if they lay face to face.

His bruised balls rested on her bruised ass. Both wore the marks external and internal of their first day’s encounter. Stanhope retired to the toilet after a time to relieve himself of the engorged cock, which kept him from sleeping.
When he returned to bed he ran his fingers through her hair and repeated her name softly three times, "Victoriana, Victoriana, Victoriana"

He spent a fitful night flipping from erection to dreams of lewd encounters. All quite natural with the object of his desires in the same bed with him.

In the morning she slipped out of bed and dressed in her traveling clothes and he immediately pined for her nakedness. He had studied her every feature. He believed he would never lose the apparition of her seductive body; yet, as soon as she dressed he wanted her naked again. The picture faded.

He also wanted the interchange of yesterday. He longed to spank her shapely bottom once more and to feel her over his knee. To test her obedience with whimsical commands. To watch her strip for him. To have her kneel before him. To have her position herself for her discipline.

God, he needed her to submit to him. He began to turn his thoughts toward the seamstress. He would cause an argument then after she left he would need to discipline his ward.

A breakfast was sent for and they ate very congenially. They disgust the horses and the land once more. They reflected on how she would be mistress
of the estate.

She had not eaten for the entire preceding day and she laid into breakfast with hunger, enthusiasm and gusto. He loved to watch her like this..... enlivened, afire.

He could not wait for the planned disciplinary encounter with this ball of passion. The seamstress had been requested as the innkeep brought the breakfast. She was now knocking at the door, eager to peddle her wares.

 

[ChrisWard]

The seamstress entered but she was not alone. Two assistants followed close in her wake and all three were loaded down with samples. The owner of the dress shop a pushy loud woman proceeded to measure Victoriana without so much as a "by your leave" She busily flashed a string tape around Victoriana's waist, her neck, arms, bottom, legs.

Victoriana was obviously displeased with the woman's ministrations and was about to launch into one of her standard tirades when Stanhope flashed her a stern look and coughed menacingly. His glare itself made her ass sting and she thought better of her natural tendency. She still fussed, however, and was non-cooperative to the measuring and the spinning about.

"We need two gowns, two traveling outfits, and a nightgown" Stanhope pronounced from the chair as he smoked a long stemmed pipe and was enjoying seeing Victoriana's slender waist and ample breasts measured. He imagined that his hands were performing the task.

The woman sent her assistants for more samples and began to show the wares to the "lovely mademoiselle." Glad that the infernal measuring was over Victoriana chose her favourites out of the piles of dresses and outfits that kept appearing and disappearing from the room. The shop assistants kept the supplies rotating constantly.

When Victoriana had chosen her new wardrobe and had them separated from the piles. Stanhope stood up and proclaimed. "No, I'll have that, that, and that."

Victoriana stood gaping and panting for a full minute. Her fists clenching and unclenching. Her face turning crimson. Her eyes firing daggers. Then she exploded.

 

[ChrisWard]

Stanhope brought his chair over to the bed where Victoriana sat crumpled on the edge of the bed. "Do you ever think of asking? Do you ever suppose that I might grant your desires if you would simply request, with common courtesy, the things that you desire. I have told you there will be tests but you so quickly seek resort to tantrum and rage."

"Get out of those clothes and assume a position on your knees young lady."
Stanhope already pictured Victoriana stripping off for him. Already he dreamed of the sloping belly the glorious mound the breasts of an angel and the captivating ass."

"You can undress yourself and take your punishment or I will do it all for you and your punishment will in fact be more severe. I wait my dear but I will not wait long."

 

[ChrisWard]

When she knelt like this in supplication Stanhope would have granted her anything. On her knees and whispering he recalled her soft throaty tones from the night before. He dreamed of her saying, “Will you take me sir? Will you fill your Victoriana to the brim? Her golden curls fell on her ample breasts and he wanted to pull her to his chest, to kiss her passionately, to proclaim his love but it was worth the wait. He renewed his pledge of last night. He would wait for her to invite him in.

He looked at her and his cock throbbed. He wanted more. “Stand up Victoriana.” She stood with her protruding cunt inches from his face. He examined her pudgy mound, which disappeared in mysterious folds before him. Golden maidenhair covered but did not disguise her wonders. Her inner lips did not protrude but suggested the promise of joy.

Her breasts white, round, firm with sculptured pink nipples raised and lowered as she stood before him. His cock throbbed mightily in his britches. “Assume the proper position, Vitoriana.” He adored having her perform for him. To enact his will. To succumb to him.

Victoriana, got over his lap placing her hands on the floor bending her ass to the sky. Her cunt peeking out from between her legs had become his most glorious of sights. It was his temple. He stroked her ass and pumped his hips sliding his dick against her.

“That was so well and meekly done my dear that I will not spank you at all,” Stanhope said after he had satisfied himself on her hip. “Come sit on my lap. We will travel on the boat today and tomorrow night we will arrive at the manor. There we can begin to practice our normal lives together. What do you think of that?”

 

[ChrisWard]

Stanhope looked lovingly at the vision sitting on his knee. Her pleading her pouting and innocence burnt within him like a poker and he resolved to send for her luggage. "My Victoriana, I can deny you nothing when you sit on my knee and plea in such comely terms"

"Come, come," he said we will send for them this very moment. The room came equiped with ink pen and paper and he moved the chair to the writing table. "Come sit on my knee and you can pen the request yourself. I will sign it and make sure it is sent off."

Stanhope stroked her back as she wrote. Sitting naked on his knee he enjoyed every moment of the letter writing."Read it aloud as you write my dear." He closed his eyes and imagined her suing for his love as she wrote. She was happy aver reattaining her goods and bounced on his knee. the weight and heft of her had him swooning.

"if you will give your guardian a little kiss my dear. I will send it off this instant."

 

[ChrisWard]

Stanhope listened to the lilting song of Victoriana's voice and received his kiss which she delivered with such sweet innocence. Then, shocking Victoriana and himself, I might add, took her in his arms, bent her back and planted a long passionate kiss on her lips. It was a lingering probing kiss filled with need and desire.

He then sat up snatched the letter from the table and whooshed out the door. He would have the inkeeper send it with the next coach. Outside the door he leaned back against it and recalled the kiss he had just taken from Victoriana. He would seek to have her compliant again. He had never before seen this fetish in himself. To have a lovely woman, this woman, kneeling before him and begging him to be merciful. He wanted her as a slave to his lewd desire. Yet strangely he wanted her to chose to be his slave. He needed her submission. He wanted to see both love and pleading in her eyes. He wanted her to feel regret that she had disappointed him.

The strange admixture of drives all gathered around Victoriana. She had brought out this strange lust in him. He loved her for it. They were at the same time delicious and repugnant. He would stop thinking about what these feelings were and just renew his efforts to bring them all about in HIS adorable Victoriana.

 

[ChrisWard]

Stanhope returned to the room with little time remaining before the coach for Dover pulled out of the hostel. He saw Victoriana, her face framed with her golden ringlets, asleep on the bed. Her body an open invitation to sin and her slightly parted lips pulled him towards her. "A sleeping vision," he whispered.

There was no time to indulge his flaming passion and he quickly donned his travelling clothes. Then laid out an outfit for Victoriana on the night table.
He took the loose under garment with the knee length nickers attatched and bent over Victoriana. He kissed her awake. A passionate exploratory kiss the spoke to her.

"Get up Victoriana, we must be off or we'll miss the coach. Stand before me. Raise your leg. That's it, now the other." He slipped the undergarment over her legs and contiued with his commands. "Arm through here. Next one. Tury around. He tied the bow which kept the entire undersuit in place. Fetch your skirt."

In this manner he dressed her. He wanted her to become accustomed to his ministrations. To doing as she was instructed. Each time she followed a command his lust increased.

When they were both fully dressed he turned her about. Kissed her once more and they were out the door and soon on their way to Calais.

 

[ChrisWard]

They boarded the coach and had an agreeable ride to the coast. Stanhope touched her arm. Held her hand. Whispered in her ear. He affected any and all contact. He wanted her accustomed to his touch to relax to the pressure and feel of him on her. He pulled her to his shoulder as she turned weary.

There were others on the coach and he did nothing untowards but his ambitions for her glorious form and eventual surrender were constantly in his mind. He bought her two glasses of brandy at the mid day stop and watched with wonder as her precious cheeks reddened and she became much freer with her little kisses and chatted like an emboldened parakeet. He would remember this when they returned to the castle. A few glasses of port or sherry might yield untold rewards he thought.

They supped on the boat to Dover and slept in separate rooms for modesty’s sake. Some nosy old busy-body of a woman volunteered to take Victoriana with her to her room for the evening. The short crossing was a torture for Stanhope he spent the evening cursing the old bat and longing for Victoriana.

In the morning they were on English soil and they breakfasted and took high tea along the road. As evening set in, they arrived by yet another coach at Devonwood manner.

Stanhope was delighted. He dismissed the hoard of servants who offered welcome and assistance. He took Victoriana into the drawing room. “Tomorrow, in the light my girl, we will tour the estate. But tonight we require a sound night’s sleep. First, a night cap. He poured each of them a generous glass of sherry and followed that with another. The flushed cheeks and neck of his ward told him that it was time for bed. “Follow me to your new room, Victoriana.”

 

[ChrisWard]

The winding marble staircase took the pair hand in hand to the third floor. On the east side were two doors, massive oaken doors with thick iron fixtures. There were only two doors she soon discovered, because there were only two suites along the eastern wall: her bedroom and his. Her suite was the size of a complete wing of the convent. It had a dressing room, a reading room with library, multiple closets, a servants bed also in a separate room, and of course a bathing room adjoining a commode.

The bed was hand carved and surrounded with heavy sleeping curtains. The size of it took Victoriana’s breath away. “If you pull this chord your chamber maid will be here in an instant. Like this.” He rang a bell by pulling the chord and in ten seconds a little servant appeared. “ A bottle of sherry, Nicole, please.” He spoke and she curtsied.

“I’m so pleased to finally see you miss. We’ve been waiting anxiously.” She dropped a deep curtsy to Victoriana and was off. She returned with a decanter of amber liquid and two cut crystal glasses. She placed them on the ample table and bowed out of the room.

“Come Victoriana,” he poured her third drink since she entered the castle. It was warm and delicious and brought a fire to her nether regions. He began to undo her buttons. “You were a joy today, Victoriana. Raise your arms.” He slowly undressed her. “ Turn around let me unfast your skirts. Yes, yes, you may have another glass. Help yourself. Now lets get that under suit off you. He undid the bow and it dropped to the floor. She giggled and moaned from the heady drink. She now stood naked before him. Her cheeks, neck and the top of her breasts were flushed from the effects of the drink. He kissed each of her nipples as she stood there. Then he took her in his arms and kissed her intimately. His tongue, tasting, testing, exploring.

“Lean over the table,” he commanded. He sat down and admired the beauty of her and she looked coquettishly over her shoulder at him. “Come kneel before me.” He reached down and tweaked her breasts. Then he ran his fingers through her hair. “Do you want to make me happy, Victoriana? Will you do what ever I ask? I will ask you to do strange things, my lovely. Will you obey?”

“Go lie on your tummy on your bed.” He sat on the bed beside her and drew patterns on her naked back and bottom. “You will be queen here Victoriana. You are a vision.” He licked the back of her neck. He began to massage her travel weary back. “My room is attached to yours my lovely.” She lay luxuriating in his touch. He stood up. "Good night my sweet." He blew a kiss. And, he left.

 

[astralkiss]

Everything was swimming. Victoriana barely knew where she was. When he took her into the rooms they all came together in a swirl of colours and light.

The maid appeared and Victoriana nodded slightly at her greeting.

“Come Victoriana,” he said, pouring her third glass of the delicious nectar. She sipped, then gulped the drink, her cheeks flushing and her secret place tingling. She felt his hands undoing her buttons. “You were a joy today, Victoriana. Raise your arms.” He slowly undressed her as she followed his orders . “Turn around let me unfast your skirts. Yes, yes, you may have another glass. Help yourself. Now lets get that under suit off you," He undid the fasteners on the remaining garments, her naked body dazzling him, her upper body flushed from the liquor. He kissed and sucked her nipples, her eliciting a moan and whining lightly, deep in her throat. A kiss, passionate and heady, ended the interlude.

“Lean over the table,”
Without thinking, she did as he told her, ignoring her exposed pussy and ass.

“Come kneel before me.” rubbing her breasts and then her hair, she sighed happily with a small smile on her face.

“Do you want to make me happy, Victoriana? Will you do what ever I ask? I will ask you to do strange things, my lovely. Will you obey?”

"Comment?" Victoriana muttered almost incomprehensibly.

“Go lie on your tummy on your bed.” She did, smiling and her bare back attracting his hands like a magnet. “You will be queen here Victoriana. You are a vision.” He leaned over, rubbing her back, licking her neck and she moaned, then hiccupped. .
“My room is attached to yours my lovely.” She sighed happily, enjoying his light touch on her back.
He stood up abruptly.

"Good night my sweet." Blowing a kiss, he left her in her large luxurious bed.

He heard drifting from her room in drunken tones..gramatically incorrect but a wonderful message nonetheless emitting from her soft lips.

"Non, seigneur...tu ne me laisse pas.."

Do not leave me...the message strikes him like an arrow.

 

[ChrisWard]

Stanhope doubted his hearing but there was no mistaking. She had invited him back to her bed. She had prefaced her remark with, "My Lord,...Mon, Seigneur..." His heart danced, whirled, and sang with joy.

He began kissing her neck, immediately as he returned to her. He lifted her hair and delicately, passionately nipped and licked the nape of her slender neck. He did the same to each ear. He took glorious time alternating warm breath to kissing her longingly down to her shoulders. His hands roamed over her sides, lower back and curvaceous ass as he worked his mouth down her back bone.

With his tongue he explored her shoulder blades, her lower back till finally his mouth began to work its magic on her proud ass. There he lingered like a beggar over a banquet. Her moans and gentle undulations spurred him on to love bites and deep deep kisses. He trailed down her legs, her inner thighs, agonizingly slowly he finished With her toes.

He would not touch her cunt in any way. He skirted around it. He had kissed her beutiful puckered rose but would not venture into the folds of her pussy or even touch the outer lips. She would have to ask him for that. She would have to open her gate and invite him into paradise.

"Ma petite, I would have you undress me as I have undressed you." He stood and waited for her.