Alice And The Colonel

by Jaye Peaches

  “Kiss it,” he said, nudging her head with his hand.

  Alice kissed the slit and the rounded tip of his cock twitched.

  “Lick it,” murmured Edmund.

  Her tongue, the tip only, trailed from the base of his shaft up the vein until she reached his glorious rounded end. It tasted neither disagreeable nor delicious. A cocktail of saltiness and what she guessed to be her own juices. She raised her head and waited for his next command.

  “Place your legs astride me, like a man mounts a horse,” he instructed.

  Alice followed his guiding voice without thinking. His hands held her waist tightly, holding her steady over his awaiting erection. She rubbed her slit against his ribbed shaft until her folds parted about his cock. She felt it enter her vagina, a slow tantalising penetration as she impaled herself on him. There was a slight sting as she sank down and allowed him to fill her once again. The second time was easier, she could feel the slippery surface of her vagina give around him.

  “Now, Alice, ride me like a horse,” he commanded.

  Alice bounced up and down on his hard cock. She leaned forward, gasping, hands resting on his chest and hair dangling over his face. Her buttocks slapped on his thighs and instinctively she clenched around him. Each time she squeezed her innards, Edmund groaned.

  A thumb touched her clitoris. The little organ, one she scarcely noticed before that night, had been unveiled and its purpose discovered. He circled the sensitive clit, round and round as she rose and fell, she lost her momentum a few times as the sensation she had experienced earlier returned with unstoppable consequences. The orgasm, her first, built upon itself, level after level of pleasure climbed out of the tiny centre. She hollered, reached out and grasped at the shambolic bedcovering, fisting the fabric in her hands.

  As she completed, Edmund twisted and turned her over on to her belly, positioning her face down and thrust hard into her. Once, then twice with a force she hadn’t expected and he grunted. She felt the unmistakeable heat as he had spurted his seed. A joyous sense of satisfaction enveloped her. Surely, she had performed well for her first time?

  Spent and relaxed, they slowly took the time to explore each other with tender fingers, gentle caresses and embraces.

  “You’re divine, Alice,” whispered Edmund. “I have to confess, I didn’t think taking your virginity would be quite so pleasurable. I had feared you would resist or hold back. You must always take your pleasure with mine. It makes me happy to see you so blissful.”

  “And I too. If that is how you show your love to me, Edmund, it is most wondrous,” confessed Alice. Her skin glowed, her body still had a rhythmic pulse as if her orgasm had lingered on forever. Her heart took time to steady and find a calmer beat.

  A finger traced along his chest. She noted the scars. The jagged thin ones and the puckered one by his shoulder. His war wounds on display and not hidden behind his uniform.

  Edmund stopped her hand from exploring with his own, holding it tight by the wrist. “Another time, when I am able, I will tell you their story.” He let go and rolled away from her. “Sleep.”

  She watched him settled under the covers. What raw nerve had she touched? Or was it simply he didn’t wish to speak of his past. How could she come to know him better if he refuse to open up to her? “I want to know all about you, Edmund,” said Alice sleepily.

  “As I do you, dearest. And I shall. I shall unpeel you like a sweet orange.” His seductive words drifted into her ears as she fell into a deep slumber.

  Chapter Five

  Alice saw little of her husband the next morning. Rising early for breakfast, he left her dozing in bed. By the time she had bathed and had her own meal, Edmund had disappeared to deal with the numerous issues that had arisen in his long absence.

  Left to her own devices, Alice explored the house. During her betrothal it hadn’t crossed her mind how Edmund, a colonel in the army, had managed to amass substantial personal wealth. Now, her curiosity about its origins grew.

  “How came your family to have this estate?” She asked Edmund when they met briefly at luncheon.

  “My ancestors, the Seymours, built Westfell Hall, and other properties, during the reign of the first King George using income from plantations in the Americas. My grandfather inherited the estate after another died childless. I am proud of my lineage.” The conversation ended abruptly with Edmund being summoned away.

  Returning to her explorations, Alice marvelled at the quality of the furniture, the rugs and drapes. It made her excited seeing the largest reception room, a long room populated with statues and paintings, but little furniture. She guessed it served as a ball room and it initiated an idea, one she was keen to discuss with Edmund.

  Her wandering ended when the housekeeper pinned her down in the morning room and Alice discovered her responsibilities as mistress of the house.

  “Do you wish to have venison or game for dinner?” asked the housekeeper. Alice bit her lip and shrugged. What did it matter? Meat was meat.

  “The drapes in the dining room have been ruined by moths. Do you wish to oversee the replacements?” Another boring domestic statement. Alice stared out the window, not quite catching all the enquiries, requiring the patient housekeeper to repeat her questions until Alice could think of satisfactory answers.

  Once left alone again, Alice reflected on the major change to her life. No mother to keep her company, nor friends to meet and gossip with over coffee and cakes. Alice felt lonely in many ways and it brought about a rising sense of melancholy. She had hoped to share her idea with her husband over the luncheon, but Edmund had seemed to be more interested in keeping his wife abreast with the changes he had planned for the wider estate. She had drifted off when he mentioned timber from the woods and letting more land for the farmers.

  Edmund sought her out eventually and suggested a late afternoon walk in the gardens and beyond. She perked up, seeing the sun peep out from behind the grey clouds and gladly accompanied Edmund on his tour of the grounds. They began at the rear of the house in the ornate formal garden with its fountains and rose bushes. The latter had yet to break out into bloom, as summer hadn’t arrived.

  Strolling along a tree lined terrace, her arm looped about Edmund’s, Alice decided she had his full attention and quickly outlined her plan. “I wish to be acquainted with the local gentry. I do not know Buxton well and I want to have a ball and invite everyone. Lots of dancing and music.” His arm stiffened.

  His profile had remained unchanged as she spoke and there was no smile of approval, instead his expression hardened.

  “No, Alice,” he said firmly. “There will be no ball or dancing.”

  Alice stopped in her tracks. She hadn’t expect a categorical refusal. Edmund walked to the wall abutting the terrace and a wooden door in a portal. Opening it, the rusty hinges creaked and he waved her through. On the other side was a walled garden, secluded and rectangular. Something nearby produced a pungent sweet smell. Alice inhaled the scent.

  “I have collected many exotic seeds on my travels abroad. The gardener is pleased with the cultivations and variety,” remarked Edmund, shutting the door behind Alice.

  Alice didn’t want to speak of horticulture. She would persist with her idea. Her father often rejected her schemes and then as she plagued him with pleadings and fluttering eyelashes, he would succumb. She believed the same determination would win Edmund over.

  “Would it not be better to send out invitations for a party here? I think many would enjoy seeing our house. I am impatient to be out.” She jutted out her chin and began to flicker her eyelashes rapidly, smiling sweetly at the same time. He would cave into her soon; her looks would win him over.

  However, Edmund merely frowned and gave a small shake of his head. A clear indication of his feelings and one that Alice didn’t wish to see.

  “I said, no. The matter is closed.” He pivoted on his feet and walked away from her.

  Unperturbed by his dismissive gesture, Alice sc
urried along the path after him. “Closed! We have barely discussed it. I have been thinking all morning about this and you dismiss it with little consideration.”

  He halted and turned to face her. “I have considered it, before we were even married and I prefer a gentler route to your introduction to society. One that will be conducted gracefully and slowly. A ball is too great an undertaking for you. You have little experience of arranging such things.” He spoke pedantically, irritating her further.

  “I can learn. I want to learn. You just don’t like the idea,” she huffed, her foot itched to stamp on the grass.

  “It is of no matter what I like and dislike, I have made my decision and you will abide by it,” said Edmund sharply. His voice had changed. She noted it was the tone of an army officer accustomed to having his orders obeyed without question. She resented the implication.

  “Abide by it! An order if ever. I am nought but a foot soldier to you,” she grumbled. Annoyed at his stance, Alice crossed her arms in front of her. She knew it to be a most unladylike gesture and insolent. She was quite prepared to goad him, test his willpower.

  “Do you mock me? What of our marriage vows? Your pledge to honour and obey me?”

  Alice shrugged her shoulders. “I didn’t believe you would be this disagreeable… and… pig-headed.”

  Edmund glared at her, his grey eyes piercing like a lance. “You ungracious child. After all that I have done for you, salvaging your reputation and now you insult me. Your defiance will not go unpunished.”

  “Punished?” Alice dropped her arms to her sides.

  Edmund took hold of her elbow, pinching it tightly between his fingers and marched her down the length of the path. Alice stumbled to keep up with his long strides.

  She saw his thin lips pressed together, as if to suppress an angry outburst. His manner alarmed her. “What are you going to do?”

  In the corner of the garden stood a wooden structure. A small gazebo with a timber frame and slatted roof, which had ivy woven into its slats, casting a shadow over the interior. Inside the small alcove sat a white marble bench. Edmund continued to lead an uncertain Alice towards the seat, and then turning, he seated himself upon it. Released from his grip, she backed away slightly.

  His shoulders straightened. “A child is spanked. So shall you be until you learn appropriate behaviour towards me and honour your vows.”

  She couldn’t believe her ears. His idea inflamed her further. Heat rose about her face with her anger. “Spank me! You shall do no such thing. My father never took the rod to me—”

  “Perhaps that is where the fault lies in your upbringing. He did good as say so to me. He knows of my intentions to discipline you and he didn’t express any grievances or objections. Now, lift up your skirts and bend over my knee.”

  “No!” squawked Alice shaking her head vigorously. She looked about the walled garden, hoping the gardener would appear and thwart Edmund’s plans, but they were quite alone and invisible behind the high walls.

  “Very well,” said Edmund placing his hands on his hips. “If needs must, I will force you over my lap and bare your bottom.”

  Alice went to back away farther, but his sword arm was swift and strong. Taken by the upper arm, he easily dragged her down and over his lap. With both hands upon her, he imposed his will and even managed to take hold of her skirts and pull them towards her waist.

  She kicked, struggled and tried desperately to heave her body upwards and away from him. Her right arm he held on to tightly and pinned it across her back while the other continued to seek out her naked flesh.

  His speed surprised her. Try as she may, she couldn’t shift his heavy limb. Panic-stricken, she resorted to pleading. “Please, Edmund, please don’t do this.”

  “It is too late for such petitions,” he said gruffly. “You called me pig-headed.”

  “It was spoken in haste. I didn’t mean it,” she rebutted, praying her recanting might work.

  “Words spoken cannot be taken back. They were in your thoughts and I am sorely disappointed in you, Mrs Seymour. You will not be the wilful, petulant nineteen-year-old, who was spoilt by her generous parents. Not with me.” He used her newly acquired title and it reinforced her position—she had sworn the previous day to be his obedient wife and now she understood its significance. Her life before had gone. Now she belonged to her husband.

  He hoicked up the petticoat and shift, gathering it about her waist and a cool rush of air shot across bottom. She held out for him to change his mind. He would not go through with it. Any moment now, he would release her and admonish her in another way.

  The smack, loud and forceful, reached her ears before the pain. Then she felt it. A sting, neither sharp nor dull in nature and before she could assimilate it, another landed on the other cheek. Without pausing, he switched his flat palm between each buttock in rapid succession.

  Alice howled, sobbed and wriggled. His actions had humiliated her and made her feel no more than a child, which she knew to be his intention. Now she regretted everything she had said to him.

  “It hurts!” she wailed.

  “Punishments generally do,” he confirmed. “If you lie still, and stop fighting me, it will hurt less and be over quicker.”

  Alice didn’t want to do as he said. Why should she? Then, she recalled the spanking she had witnessed outside the tavern. The barmaid had baulked noisily and the soldier had ignored the protestations and put the girl over his knee. Alice remembered she had wanted to dash over and rescue her. Now, faced with the same humiliating predicament, she didn’t know what to do. The barmaid had resisted until she admitted her fault. Should she do the same? She had foolishly claimed her marriage vows were of no importance, yet, did struggling and fighting back help recover her dignity?

  Another walloping slap of his hand jolted painfully across her tender buttocks. Her legs went to move, to kick back and she realised it served her no purpose. Instead, she gritted her teeth and bit back a cry.

  * * *

  Edmund immediately spotted Alice’s transformation. Instead of frantic struggles and cries, she went limp. The silence—other than his unrelenting smacks—brought about by her stillness endured until his own palm stung from his numerous blows. Her cheeks, having quickly turned pink, were now a deep crimson from crease to lumbar. He held her firmly in place across his lap, ensuring she didn’t fall off. Each spank pressed into her generous flesh, an endowment quite unlike her narrow waist and shapely legs. His hand virtually bounced off her globes and the heat rose up to meet his descending hand.

  Now that she was calmer and accepting his punishment, he slowed his pace and began to rub her toasted buttocks every few blows. Gradually his anger abated. He hadn’t intended to punish Alice while filled with such negative emotions, but needs must and he could not delay his discipline. A point had to be made swiftly and he re-iterated his feelings to her clearly.

  “I am a man of discipline, Alice. I demand obedience from my men and they give it because there are consequences if they do not. I do not wish to demand obedience from you. I expect it. You have vowed to be my wife and you will take those vows seriously, just as I take mine to this country.”

  “I’m sorry, truly. Please stop!” Her shoulders shuddered in time with her sobs. “I will never insult you again, sir.”

  “When you can show proper decorum to me, I will believe you are ready to face society and then, and only then, will I consider hosting such a ball.”

  Alice sniffled. “I understand.”

  Edmund stayed his hand and released his grip on her restrained arm. Rubbing her flaming cheeks with his own sore hand, he waited for her tears to cease flowing. She shuffled off his lap and her skirts fell back down to her ankles. He looked up, straight into her puffy eyes, and he noted the tear-strewn face and trembling lips. Her exceptional beauty transcended the drying streaks of tears and indignant flushed cheeks, but seeing her upset, he ached to comfort her in his arms. His actions caused him no guilt, but
the consequences tugged at his burgeoning heartstrings. However, she had to understand his desire for obedience, as well as love.

  “I hope I never have to spank you again, Alice,” he said sombrely. “I do not enjoy punishing you, but if you defy me, I will do so without hesitation or compunction. Now,” he said lightening his voice. “Let us continue with our tour.”

  A crestfallen Alice stood aghast. “But, Edmund, my bottom hurts. It throbs and I know not if I can walk. Can we not please return to the house for respite?”

  Edmund saw no reason to deviate from their original plan to tour the grounds. He had not spanked her that hard. “We shall walk and inspect the fish pond. You will find the cool air quite therapeutic and if you continue to grumble, I shall insist you walk with your skirts raised and your red bottom plainly visible.”

  It was the turn of her facial cheeks to flush bright pink. Her jaw dropped low and her tear-laden eyes seemed to pop out of her head with horror. “How could you! How can you stand there and taunt me. Make fun of my shame.” Bundling up her skirts in her hands, Alice spun about and dashed at pace towards the garden gate. Edmund wanted to follow, to catch up with her and demand her attention. However, he didn’t move. With a sigh, he realised he had raised the stakes too high. Her childish nature would not acquiesce that easily. She needed more time to adjust to marriage and her new role as his wife.

  She had run away distressed and he could not leave her in such a state. They needed to talk. His own meandering thoughts must be contained and disciplined. The sight of her bottom, her delicious sex lips, which unbeknown to her, had swollen and oozed, glistening with natural juices, reminded him that women were not always predictable. Perhaps secretly he enjoyed spanking her, it had awakened something within him and he greatly wished to explore the sentiment further. He yearned to be ungentlemanly with his wife. To strip her bare, stuff his hardening cock deep in her and hold her tight for his pleasure. For now, though, he had to seek out Alice, placate her and show her how much he cared for her.