A Man's Property

[Honey_B]

A thread that explores a marriage at the dawn of feminism. The St. Claire’s are a upper-class family living in New York during the late 1800's. I will need someone to play Clarissa’s husband.

Clarissa’s feet dragged. Every delighted little laugh made it harder to take another step. She stabbed the ground with her parasol and looked up at her niece, Caroline. The eighteen-year old was the spitting image of Clarissa at that age. With her long red hair and bright blue eyes, it sometimes hurt Clarissa with remembering to look at Caroline. So much energy and enthusiasm! Clarissa’s eyes narrowed as she watched the girl walking with a gentleman some five feet in front of her. Caroline was in love. That much was apparent.

Love! Clarissa gave out a disgusted little snort. That revolutionary Marx had called religion the opiate of the people. Well, for women, it was love. She had been intoxicated by it long ago, but it had been almost half a decade now since she had felt anything. Clarissa sighed.

“Caroline? Mister Norton? It is time to end our little promenade through the park.”

George Norton, the insufferable object of Caroline’s affections turned toward her.

”Of course, Mrs. St. Claire. Allow me to get a carriage for you both.”

Clarissa was unusually silent during the ride and she was sure Caroline knew something was wrong. Proper breeding had kept the girl silent during the ride and Clarissa did not offer any explanation, just dropped the girl off at her home.

As she climbed down from the hired conveyance, Clarissa felt ancient beyond her thirty-one years and the door to her home seemed heavy as she walked inside. Millicent, their maid came running up to her.

“Missus S’Claire? Mister S’Claire has come home early. It is his wish that you join him in the library.”

"Very well, Millicent. Thank you."

Clarissa shrugged off her coat and handed it and her parasol to the little maid. With the sigh of a woman taking up a heavy load, she opened the double doors to the library.

"You wished to see me."

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Vincent St. Claire:

"Yes my dear, I did.
"Where have you been? I expected to find you here when I arrived home this afternoon.
"Actually, I've come home early today as I'd, ummm, deicded to enjoy my husbandly rights early today and perhaps this evening. A build up of, ahhh, tension you see and it needs to be, well revieved."

As I've been speaking, I've been looking at what's mine by custom and by law.

It would have been more enjoyable to spend the time with Milissa or Louise, my mistresses, but one was away visiting her mother and father and the other was having her monthly visitor so my wife would have to do and fill their role.

She's lovely to see when undressed and certainly her cunny feels good, but she's a far cry from them as she just lays there quietly like a lady rather than being an active particpant like my two sweet whorish mistresses.

 

[Honey_B]

Clarissa St. Claire

Actually, I've come home early today as I'd, ummm, decided to enjoy my husbandly rights early today and perhaps this evening. A build up of, ahhh, tension you see and it needs to be, well revieved.

Clarissa sat down on the damask-covered Chippendale opposite Vincent, perching delicately on the edge of the chair and picked up a small silver bell. The tinkling sound brought Millicent in an instant.

"Millicent, bring out the coffee service."

The maid bobbed a curtsy and left in the same efficient manner in which she arrived and Clarissa turned her attention to her hands. She took great care in removing each of her ivory gloves then folded them carefully in her lap. The upright clock's workings revererated throughout the room with its stately tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock. Clarissa raised her arms, plucked the hat pin from the hat she wore, and took the hat off.

When Millicent returned with the Barker Brothers coffee service, the maid set the tray on the small table next to Clarissa's chair. Clarissa handed the hat and gloves to her maid and the servant removed herself from the room once again. From the ornate silver coffeepot, Clarissa poured two cups of coffee into a bone china decorated with violets. She sat the pot down and add a spot of cream and a modicum of sugar into one. This done, she gracefully stood and brought the cup to her husband's side of the room, setting the coffee on the table next to the settee.

Returning to her side of the room, Clarissa resumed her seat and plucked up her cup. She took a small sip and replaced it back to the table.

"Central Park. I was chaperoning our dear niece, Caroline. She so wanted to picnic with her Mr. Norton, but I couldn't bear it. We settled on a promanade through the park."

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Mr. St. Claire:

"Ahhh. I see. Yes sweet and innocent Caroline does need to be chaparoned when out with a young man. After all proprities must be observed mustn't they.
"Good, a promade is good for the constitution and body. Strengths the muscles and gets the blood flowing."

"How did Caroline deport herself? Any need for me to 'speak to her'?"

As you reply, I listen attentively and watch you as you bring me my coffee and return envisioning what I know lays beneath that oh so proper attire.

"Thank you my dear," I say as I lift the cup and take a sip. "Perfect as usual. You are a treasure Clarissa.
"When we've finished our coffee why don't you excuse yourself and go to my room. Prepare yourself and I'll join you presently."

 

[Honey_B]

Clarissa St. Claire

"No, my dear. It is not necessary."

The endearment fell like ashes from her scarlet lips.

"Caroline is doing quite nicely without your intervention. I trust she will marry her Mr. Norton in the foreseeable future."

When we've finished our coffee, why don't you excuse yourself and go to my room. Prepare yourself and I'll join you presently.

Clarissa's straightened her spine a fraction of an inch beyond the perfect posture maintained by the stays she wore. She took up her cup again and pretended to take of sip. The late afternoon sunlight cut through the room and shiny particles of dust danced in the beams.

"It will appear that I need to address Millicent about the condition of her dusting. This room is scandalous."

Again, another sip where no coffee passed through her lips.

"Darling, how are things on Wall Street?"

In truth, Clarissa knew little of her husband's business other than the location of his firm and that it had something to do with investment.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Mr. St. Claire:

"I'll speak to Millicent for you my dear so you won't have to delay in doing as I've asked you to do.
"All's well on the Street.
"As I said I left early today specifically to be here with you darling, so I trust my needs will be met without delay, as always."

The now empty cup is replaced on it's saucer on the table and I sit watching you drink yours.

 

[Honey_B]

Clarissa St. Claire

The atmosphere of the room darkened. Clarissa's blue eyes darted from her husband's face, to his cup and then to the window, swathed in heavy brocade.

"I do believe it is beginning to cloud over. Pity. It will make travel for the Temples so much more unpleasant."

Her eyes snapped back to her husband, a small smile playing across her lips.

"I hope you have not forgotten we are having guests for dinner this evening. Robert and Margaret Temple."

Clarissa drank the rest of her coffee and regarded her husband, triumph shining in her clear blue eyes.

"I really must see to the preparations. You know that our cook is hopeless without direction."

So there!

The thought was childish, but Clarissa was pleased. She had avoided a scandelous afternoon dalliance quite neatly. Just the thought of revealing her body in the light of day made Clarissa shudder. She set her coffee cup on the tray and stood. Walking to the door, she couldn't resist saying,

"Social obligation before personal consideration, dear."

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Vincent St. Claire:

"Now my dear, I know as efficiently as you run the household Cook will survive without your standing over her shoulder watching her.
"So it's time for you to go upstairs and prepare as I've asked you to do, twice. Once more than I should have to ask."

Standing and heading for the door, "I'll go as speak with Millicent now and I'll be up directly.
"I know that by the time I arrive you'll be prepared to carry out your wifely duties, won't you my dear."

I leave the sitting room door open as I head toward the back of the house.

 

[Honey_B]

Clarissa did not understand why her husband was being so insistent. Really, did he think her one of his common whores that he could rut about with whenever he pleased? She would be damned if she was going to let him treat her as such. No, she would rather be dragged, kicking and screaming to her bed than to acquiesce to such a degradation. Clarissa did not put her foot down about many things in their marriage, but her dignity was where she drew the line.

She was shaking by the time she made her way to the kitchen. Jane, their cook, was pulling a loaf of bread out of the oven. She took one look at Clarissa's face and said with sympathy,

Don't you worry about this dinner, luv. Ol' Jane has the matter well in hand.

Clarissa cut her off, emotion making her voice harsh.

"Even so, I would like to inspect the provisions you have secured for tonight's meal."

She quite literally jumped when she heard heavy footsteps coming towards the kitchen.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Mr. St. Claire:

I've spoken with Millicent and she's assured me she'll redust the sitting room in time for this evening's company.

I've gone upstairs and no wife, in either bedroom. There was only one place she could be, with Cook and after I'd told her not to go there.

I could feel the veins in my temples throbbing as I went back downstairs. I know my eyes had to show my fury at this insubordination and my face that it would not be tolerated. Mrs. St. Claire had a lesson to learn about obeying her husband and, by God, I'd teach it to her.

Down the hallway to the kitchen. Through the door and there she stood just where I'd known I'd find her.

I walked over, gripped your upper arm and pulled you along with a curt nod to cook and saying, "Mrs. St. Claire, I need to talk with you. Now."

It didn't matter how you tugged and pulled you were no match for my physical strength. Down the hallway, upstairs and into my bedroom we marched.

I closed and locked the door behind us and spun you around, gripped your shoulders and glowered down into your eyes, "Madam, I express told you to come up here and prepare yourself for me."

"Since you saw fit to ignore me, then I'll prepare you myself," and with a two handed jerk the entire bodice of your dress and chemise is ripped down to your waist.

As I continue to rip off every stitch of your clothing, except your stockings and high button shoes of course, your hair comes unpinned and falls loosely down your naked back and over your shoulders to brush your uncovered breasts and large, now erect, nipples.

Your bare shoulders are gripped again and you're shaken like a terrier would shake a rat. I continue while watching your naked breasts jump, bounce and jiggle, "When I tell you to do something woman, you will do it or suffer the consequences.

You're dragged to the big four-poster bed. I sit down and pull your struggling body over my lap. As one hand holds you in place, a leg is thrown over both of yours trapping them. The other hand pulls a pillow down from the under the dark wine red bed spread and puts it where I can now push your face into it and the spanking commences.

My large and heavy hand smacks one firm ass cheek and then the other repeatedly. I pause only long enough to pull your face from the pillow by your hair to allow you to gasp in a breath or two before pushing it down to muffle your screams, crying and pleas - which, strangely, I'm finding highly arousing and then it begins again.

I'm sure that you felt it lasted for hours, but in fact it was just until your alabaster ass cheeks were a deep red and I could feel the heat radiating from them without having to touch your enflamed skin.

Apparently you'd resigned yourself to your fate, because other than the jerking as one cheek and then the other was spanked and some very interesting looking squirming, you'd ceased to truly fight to escape.

I even released the back of your neck and your head remained in the pillow, other than being lifted to take quick breaths. I was able to remove my carvat, vest and shirts while still spanking you and admiring the view of your ass and it's cleft also the lightly furred lips of your pussy that your thighs framed so well and that I very rarely saw.

The spanking ceased and as I loosened my belt and trousers and kicked off my shoes, "Woman, don't you ever trifle with me like that again. For, I promise you, that if you do I will thrash you within an inch of your life.
"I am your husband and my word is law. You'd do well to remember that Mrs. St. Claire."

I picked you up bodily, stood with you under one arm and jerked down the coverlet on the bed. You're then unceremoniously dumped onto the bed.

As I pull down and remove my drawers, revealing my rampant cock, you're told, "Now Mrs. St. Claire, if you don't wish more of the same I suggest that you roll over and spread your legs for your husband and do it right damned now woman and I'll hear not a word about my profanity. You're fortunate it's the only word you've heard after how you acted and disobeyed me.."

 

[Honey_B]

Clarissa St. Claire

Clarissa tasted the warm metallic ooze of blood on her tongue. Her teeth had cut into her lip without her noticing. Sprawled out like a cast aside rag doll, naked, bleeding - Clarissa considered resisting further, but what would be the point. He would have his way in the end.

And who was she to question that.

From the time she could comprehend speech, Clarissa had been groomed to be a lady. A woman of the finer classes did not pander to the barbarism of passion. As a young woman, she had been briefed on her wifely duties and her expected conduct had been drilled into her long before she was married. Clarissa still remembered the trepidation and fear she faced on her wedding night. Nothing her husband did or said could reverse her upbringing. When Vincent had called her a frigid bitch, she had considered the insult as something of a badge of honor - a necessity of being a lady.

Clarissa rolled over, her eyes averted. She had no desire to look upon Vincent's lust. Meekly, she spread her legs and held her breath, as if expecting the worst.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Vincent St. Claire:

Now undressed and prepared for what was mine by right, I watched as she rolled over and averted her face with a resigned look on her's as she did. The sudden cecession of breathing told a tale all it's own.

'No, by God. Not this time. I don't care if she fights like a wildcat she will react and not just lie there as if she was dead,' I think to myself still enraged at her behavior. 'This time it's daylight. So she can see too, if she weren't looking away, as I am for one of the very few times since we've been married that I've seen her naked, but certainly not the last.
'I'd nearly forgotten what a delightful body the frigid bitch has. Look how those firm, full breasts stand up on her chest, look at those hard, large pink nipples and their surrounding lighter halo, look at that bush of soft curls framed by her lovely, long legs I'll be damned if I'm denied this sight any longer. From now on every time I claim my husbandly rights it's with at least one light on so I may see her nakedness.
'And by God she's going to look at my naked body too.'

My hand reached down and gripped her jaw and cheeks and jerked her head around to face me, my hard cock and naked body, "Look Mrs. St Claire. Look damn it or it's back over my knee again and I'll once more you'll be soundly spanked.
"Look at my body woman, look at me and know it's because I lust for you and want you, look at my hardness and know that soon it will be buried deep within you as it as been many times previously, but know that this time Mrs. St Claire, this time, you will move. For if you just lay still like a lump of warm flesh, when I've finished, I will, by God, soundly spank you again.
"It's about damned time you began to be a woman and not a frigid bitch just lying there.
"Keep it all in mind Mrs. St Claire. For by all that's holy I mean every single word of it and you'd better understand that I do."

 

[Honey_B]

Clarissa St. Claire

Clarissa raised a hand, rubbing her jaw as she looked at Vincent. Really looked at him. She could feel the blood rush to her face as she forced herself to look at her husband’s body.

He exuded a power that terrified her and she felt his pulse quicken as her eyes trailed up the power muscles of his legs to the long spear of his erect organ. He had a massive chest and arms that could crush her. His eyes were terrible, brown orbs that gleamed with lust and anger.

Never before had he tried her this way and in her breast rose up an anger that matched her husband’s. How dare he humiliate her thus! The intensity of the emotion caused Clarissa to forget her own nakedness.

“How dare you? How dare you treat me this way! Like one of your common whores!”

She rose up onto her knees and drew back a hand. Vincent caught her by the wrist before she ever got a chance to strike.

“Stop! You’re hurting me!”

His grip was an iron vice around her delicate wrist.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Vincent St Claire:

It took little effort to shove her back onto the bed. Watching her firm, high placed breasts bounce and jiggle was a treat indeed.

"Mrs. St Claire you are far from a "common whore" as you said, but woman you'll soon learn to rut and fuck like one or your ass will be deep red and painful every day of the rest of your life, and perhaps other areas as well," I say eyeing your breasts and thatch of soft hair at the junction of your splendid thighs.

" 'Hurting you' Mrs. St Claire? I've not begun to 'hurt you' and I won't unless you mark me where it can be seen, unless you fail to actively engage in our fucking-and that's what you'll call it woman, unless disobey me again as you did such a short time ago. If any of those occur wife then you'll be hurt, oh indeed you will be.
"I'll spank you front and back from knees to shoulders if you continue with the frigid bitch personna woman and you'd betted damned well remember it for I certainly will and will remind you of what your transgression was with every swat of my hand on your naked body Mrs. St. Claire. Is that all perfectly clear to you woman, wife and if you wish 'common whore'."

 

[Honey_B]

Clarissa St. Claire

This was a turning point, Clarissa realized. She had two choices. One, she could become one of the abused women like those sad creatures in her social circles, the one with the hollow eyes and bruised souls. She had no doubt that if she continued to defy her husband, she would be punished and severely. The other choice was hardly better. She would have to respond to her husband's advances as if she enjoyed them. It was something she honestly did not know how to do. Vincent's words were as foreign as the were foul.

"Mr. St. Claire. No... Vincent, I shall acceed to your wishes."

Clarissa remember Vincent's command to stop playing the frigid bitch. She started again, trying to keep the tremor from her voice.

"I will do what you have asked. No, I wantto do it, but I know not how. You know me as well as anyone."

She resumed her former position on her knees although this time close enough so that her nipples grazed his chest. Clarissa could not help flinching at the contact.

"Show me. Please."

For the first time in her life, Clarissa initiated a kiss. As awkward and tentative as a schoolgirl, she brushed her lips against Vincent's stern mouth.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Vincent St Claire:

Shocked to my toenails is inadequate to describe my reaction to my wife, the frigid bitch's, initial advances after she asceded to my instructions and wishes.

The feel of her hard nipples on the skin of my bare chest was very thrilling, especially as it was a first for her. The first time she'd moved toward me when naked and in bed.

The feel of her inexperienced and tenative kiss, right after the soft plea of "Show me. Please.", was damned near as thrilling and combined it took restraint on my part not to just throw her to the bed and fuck her senseless with no further preliminaries.

However, fortunately, a rational part of my still nearly enraged mind seized control at that point and told me if I wished to enjoy all of this and much, much more for the rest of my life with Clarissa now was the time to take on the role of instructor rather than irate husband and ravisher.

As I moved to sit on the bed one of my hands cupped her face gently to gradually increase the pressure of lips touching lips and my other arm encircled her back to hold her to me as I sat so she was now laying across my lap with her head cradled in one of my arms as we kissed. My other arm was holding her closely enough to press her breasts firmly against my bare chest and the hand began to stoke her back from shoulder to those lovely, tight ass cheeks.

As the kiss went on and on so did the stroking to now include all I could reach from hip to hip across her buttocks and up both sides to the outer swell of each breast.

Light fingertips moved and felt, stroked and teased, rubbed and caressed as the very tip of my tongue peeked out from between my lips to lightly lick both of hers, another first.

Then I awaited her reactions wondering if they'd revert to the atypical 'frigid, rigid bitch' manner or not.