Alice And The Colonel

by Jaye Peaches

  He hunted about the gardens without success. With long strides, he reached the outhouses and pursed his lips. Would she have entered the laundry or dairy? He doubted she would seek company of other women, especially the washerwomen. He walked past the buildings and on to the stable block. He ignored a groom who scampered off in the opposite direction. Only the neighing of horses could be heard.

  In the corner block stood the tack room. A movement in the window caught his eye, and he went to investigate.

  * * *

  Alice fingered the saddle. A fine leather one laid over a saddle horse. Her tears had dried up and she wiped her nose with the back of her hand, scowling at her own unladylike conduct. She didn’t know quite how she had ended up in the stable block. She had headed away from the house and gardens, strode into a cobbled yard and then lost herself amongst various storerooms and outhouses before wandering into the stable area. Surrounded on four sides by buildings, she had turned to backtrack when a young stable hand had appeared. Darting into the tack room, she took sanctuary and the familiar smell of polished leather and brass kept her there, uncertain what to do next.

  Her bottom had lost the fiery raw pain, and now it throbbed with a warm afterglow. She wondered what it looked like. Once again, she cast her mind back to the fateful evening in Macclesfield. The barmaid’s bottom had gone a rosy pink, then a deep red. She bit on her lip. How long would it stay in such a shameful state?

  Her husband had spanked her. The enormity of the event still had yet to sink into her mind, and she couldn’t help but sulk at the humiliation. Unlike the serving woman, who had been publically spanked, Alice at least had the dignity of privacy. But that did little to curtail her dislike of being spanked. The finger tracing the stitching of the saddle paused. Had she really disliked it that much?

  The soldier, even after she had confessed, had continued to spank the serving girl and she seemed to enjoy it in some strange fashion, as had the soldier. Alice shook her head in disbelief. Not her. She would not contemplate pleasure in humiliation. She feared the idea. Her finger resumed its journey, following the contour of the saddle as she pictured her crimson bottom and Edmund’s determined hand holding her down, ready to spank her. Her lower belly released a small flurry of butterflies. No, no! It was not possible. How could her silly sex be thrilled by such an image?

  “Alice?”

  She jumped, spun about, and pressed the palm of her hand to her thumping chest. In the doorway, silhouetted by the sunlight, stood Edmund. He didn’t move, but remained framed by the brightness in a seemly relaxed pose with his hands unclenched at his sides.

  “What are you doing here?” His soft voice held no trace of anger or annoyance.

  “I got lost. I mean. I needed space to think,” she finally conceded.

  Edmund stepped forward and his features came out of the dark shadows. She saw no malice on his face. “I understand. You’re shocked by your punishment.”

  “Naturally. I didn’t think you could do such a thing to me.” She tried hard to not sound haughty, but inside she still fumed at his effrontery.

  “I gave you my views on marriage. I assumed you knew what I meant.” Another small step forward.

  Perhaps she had but hadn’t wanted to acknowledge it in any way. “Please explain them again, Edmund, because I wonder if you love me.”

  He stopped moving forward—an abrupt halt, which caused him to falter on the balls of his feet. A perplexed expression came over his face and his shoulders sagged. “I’m sorry you feel I treated you harshly. I spank you, dearest, because I love you. Do you not see that?”

  The pain in her bottom told her differently. She shook her head.

  “I need you to do as I wish because, then, I truly believe we will both be happier. If you need to be reminded of my wishes, then I will spank you. I would that it was not so, but you have this unfortunate petulance to your manner. I do love you, Alice. I’m sure it is why I feel strongly about this.”

  Confusion remained buzzing about her head, she collected her thoughts, dug out her own emotional needs. “I fell in love with you the day I saw you on your horse, marching through town. That day, it never crossed my mind you would become my husband. I know I am fortunate to have you. I am grateful. I do want us to be happy and do wish to please you. Be patient with me.”

  “Good, I’m glad you see things as I do.” His feet moved forward again, the gap narrowing rapidly. She pushed back against the saddle, her pulse quickening. His face slowly broke into a delightful smile. “Today’s lapse in your behaviour is dealt with. Let’s move on.”

  Alice shivered. Not because of the cold, but because she could feel his moist breath and smell his manly perspiration, and the exotic combination made her spine tingle.

  “Cold?” he asked.

  She shook her head, unable to speak. Her bosom rose and fell rapidly. His proximity overrode many unwanted emotions—her departing anger, the fear of being spanked again—bar one, her desire for him. His hands cupped her face, warm palms on her damp cheeks and she rose up on her tiptoes to meet his mouth. The delectable kiss initiated ripples of tiny quivers over her flesh, starting out from her heart-pounding bosom and heading straight to her awakening nub, which began to sparkle with enthusiasm. He released her mouth and licked his lips. Her own tongue mimicked his actions and she tasted his special flavour.

  Edmund gave her a pleasant smile. “Is your bottom still on fire? I want to see it.” He twirled a finger round in the air. “Turn and bend over the saddle horse.”

  Beneath her gown, her knees knocked against each other with trepidation. She slowly carried out his request, feeling her way with her shaking hands while her eyes tracked about the room. Upon entering the tack room, she had barely registered the rows of bridles, harnesses and saddles hanging from the bare brick walls, now, as she moved into a position of vulnerability, they represented restraint and control. The thought of containment both excited and worried her—could she be what Edmund wanted her to be—the obedient wife? She bent from the waist and reached forward with her arms. The leather saddle smelt strongly of horse and beeswax.

  She heard his footsteps, moving away from her and then the door creaking. The light dimmed in the room as he shut the door. She turned to peer over her shoulder. He walked towards her, his head to one side as if to admire her. His hand reached down and she whipped her head down to look at the loose straw shifting about on the flagstone floor. The gown rose, along with the petticoat, until it revealed her naked bottom. A rush of air brushed her skin. She sighed in delight as the coolness kissed her heated cheeks.

  A hand stroked over a lobe and her calves quivered in response to his gesture. Unperturbed by her nervous disposition he continued to caress her bottom using both hands.

  “I can feel a residual warmth. Quite noticeable.” His observation spoken softly; almost matter-of-factly.

  His foot nudged apart her legs, exposing her swollen slit. He traced a ticklish finger down her cleft, over her taut anus, causing her to cry out softly. She couldn’t resist deliberately spreading her legs wider, pushing her bottom higher and arching her back. In the space of one day, she had gone from reticence to unwavering desire to have him buried inside her pussy.

  He leant over her back and whispered in her ear. “Ready?”

  “Oh, yes!”

  The bare tip of his cock slid up her entrance, separating her sex lips and pressed into her slit. He rocked backwards and forwards while muttering inaudible words, but she recognised the tone as blissful lust. Another gentle shove and he delved deeper. She felt the friction of his cock inside her pussy and she gave, letting him occupy her gradually. Her hands travelled about the saddle horse, seeking out the wooden structure and she gripped the edge with her fingers. Firm hands took hold of fleshy hips and her pussy stretched farther, hungrily accepting his erection.

  Alice forgot about her inflamed bottom and revelled in the pleasure of having his cock fill her. He hit her belly and slid back out. She su
cked in a lungful of air and as she exhaled, he thrust back with slow, leisurely thrusts, which knocked her onto saddle. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut and concentrated on her clitoris. It rubbed deliciously against the side of the saddle in exactly the right spot.

  With each pummelling thrust, Edmund uttered a muffled grunt and she delighted in the sounds he made. His rhythmic movements slapped her tender buttock cheeks, but she didn’t care. She met his gyrating hips with her own swinging pelvis. Her pussy clenched as he rocked and thrust. Suddenly, he let go of her waist and eased out of her, and she started out of her indulgent reverie. He returned to caressing her bottom, and she loved the smoothness of his palm as it stroked her tender rump.

  She jolted when he smacked a hand lightly on a buttock. It felt like a tap compared to her earlier spanking, but it still served to reheat the fire in her behind. She let out a low whimper, uncertain if she wanted him to stop or continue. Another smack and she tightened her grip on the wooden horse.

  Edmund let out a long sigh. She had barely noticed his exerting pants. She felt his breath on the back of her neck, heard him breathing as he buried his nose in her tangled hair, and felt the touch of his lips on her skin. The gentle kiss nipped her soft tissue and she murmured appreciatively. Her clitoris yearned for completion.

  “Am I being too rough?” he asked before kissing her again.

  Alice wriggled her hips. “Please don’t stop… I need you to keep going,” she stammered.

  “Are you sure? It is my pleasure to fuck you so, but if it is too much, you must say.” He removed the hair flopped over her face.

  Alice turned her head, so he could see her eyes and flushed cheeks. “I trust you. Please don’t stop.”

  With renewed vigour he continued, with thrust upon thrust until he achieved his inevitable climax. She hovered on the brink, desperately close to her own orgasm when his body juddered against her with a groan, she felt him spill out down her inner thighs.

  She needed a little help to rise up. He brushed down the creases in her skirts and straightened her bodice. His eyes shone brightly even in the dimly lit room. His strong frame enveloped her into an embrace and she happily burrowed her head into his chest, listening to his still racing heartbeat. For a while, they stood in the tack room. She felt quite secure and didn’t mind his hand gently tapping her back.

  He slipped his finger under her chin and lifted her face up. She gave him a fleeting smile. Her varying emotions remained mixed up and no one thought took precedence. However, he looked content and he was right in his earlier declaration: seeing him happy made her glow inside.

  “Let’s go to dinner. I’m starving,” he announced and with a flourish of his hand, spun her around, out of his arms. Taking a tight grip of her hand, as if to ensure she didn’t run off again, he led her to the door.

  * * *

  The evening light diminished slowly. Alice and her husband dined on pheasant followed by cherry pie, the cherries from the estate’s own orchard.

  Edmund hadn’t worn his uniform that day and it had been disconcerting to see him without it. Instead, he had chosen the fashionable ankle length trouser and double-breasted coat. She admitted, to herself, she quite liked his gentleman’s attire, it certainly hadn’t impeded his earlier coupling over the saddle horse.

  “Alice, it is time for you to retire,” said Edmund, pouring a glass of port.

  “Yes, of course, Edmund,” she said as the footman moved her chair back.

  He spent merely twenty minutes with his glass of port before seeking her out. It gave her time to prepare and attempt to calm her nerves. Would he ravish her again? How many times would he seek her out in one day to satisfy his manly desires? She ventured plenty and noted how the idea excited her sex.

  Perched on the edge of the bed, Alice had the wherewithal to strip off her clothes, but she had stopped short at her chemise again, her discomfort in nudity yet to be fully overcome.

  Upon entering the room, Edmund raised an eyebrow. “The chemise, dearest. You know I asked,” he reminded her gently.

  Her fingers trembled as she lifted the white fabric over her head and lay it to one side. She pressed her knees together and her hands wedged between her thighs.

  “Lie on the bed, on your back.” He stood by the bed and started to remove his clothing, just as he had done the previous night, item by item, tormenting her as he slowly uncovered his trim form inch by inch.

  “What are you going to do?” she asked, lying down in the middle of the bed.

  “You’ll see,” he said.

  Edmund opened a drawer in the tallboy, turning around he held up in his hand his chosen tool.

  Alice blanched. “Clippers!”

  “Yes. Did I not say I would trim your little bush?”

  “But why? For what purpose?” asked Alice, bewildered by the notion.

  “Patience,” said Edmund grinning. “Now spread those lovely legs apart, lift your bottom onto the pillow.”

  She complied out of curiosity. Common sense told her otherwise.

  He placed a linen cloth beneath her bottom, brought over a candle, and carefully placed the light source on the bed. Then he settled between her legs, resting on his side. Between his finger and thumb, he collected a tuft of hair and with a quick snip, cut it off.

  She watched as he systematically worked his way about her pussy, shortening her hairs until they were more like bristles.

  He gave her thigh a small stinging slap. “There, now I see you much better.”

  The candle and clippers were put to one side and he knelt between her legs. Alice’s heart thumped with a familiar passion. Earlier, over the saddle, she had been so close to her climax as he pounded her from behind, now she keenly sought what she had failed to achieve earlier.

  Edmund lifted up her legs, hitched them over his shoulders and swathed his mouth directly over her tender clitoris.

  Alice let out a small cry of surprise and immediately slumped in ecstasy. He rimmed her sopping sex with his tongue, pinched her clitoris between his teeth and sucked hard on her. Never had she realised such wanton pleasure could be had from a mouth. His hands held her thighs tightly and she was supported from underneath by nothing but her shoulders.

  She could hear his lips as he tasted her, as if she were a vessel to be drunken from and devoured. It made her even lusher below and her legs began to shake violently with an imminent orgasm.

  She could not help her scream. She didn’t care if the servants heard it way below in the basement. The pulse lasted on and on, as he flicked his tongue repeatedly over her throbbing clitoris. Again, the sense of completion rose and another wave of uncontainable spasms hit her body, leaping out from between her thighs and consuming her whole body.

  “Please no more!” she screeched as her delicate organ grew painful. The entanglement of pain and pleasure confused her senses. Did it mean she wanted more or less? He saved her from finding out by lowering her back down. He entered her, gyrating his hips as he pushed his way into her clenching vagina. His mouth focused on her breasts, neck and lips as he stole kisses between thrusts. Unlike his feverish thrusts over the saddle horse, he took his time. The candle burnt down as he languished in her, stopping and starting, holding off his ejaculation with incredible control and teasing taunts.

  She and Edmund tumbled about the bed, giggling sometimes as if drunk, squeezing each other’s flesh and then caressing gently. For a while, she basked on her belly, while his fingers delved inside, moving briskly. At the same time, he nuzzled his face in her loose hair. All that was lacking from their lovemaking were the accompanying words of adoration. The poetic expressions of passion were absent from their discourse and Alice longed for them.

  Alice shifted her exhausted body on to her back and smiled wearily at her husband.

  “I’ll be quick,” he told her as he parted her legs. Edmund re-established his occupation, quickened his thrusts and achieved his climax, bringing about another satisfactory end to their lovemaking.


  “I shall enjoy bedding you every night,” he said as Alice snuggled against him.

  “Every night?” she asked, amazed by his energy.

  “Quite achievable for a man like me,” he boasted, tucking his hands behind his head. “I am quite accustomed to riding a horse for hours on long marches.”

  “So, I am nothing but a horse!” she said with mock indignation.

  “A very fine filly, my dearest. I will never tire having my legs about you. Now, sleep and do not worry about today’s misdemeanour. I am not a man to hold grudges. Tomorrow is another day.”

  Chapter Six

  Summer seemed tantalisingly closer. The sky, heavy with stormy humidity, held off the rain clouds and allowed the sun to peak out from time to time. Trees, filled with bright green foliage, swayed in the constant breeze. Two weeks since the wedding day and the days had found their own routine. On the rain free days, Alice took to walking about the garden, onwards to the deer park and then to the outskirts of Buxton. Edmund had forbade her from walking farther.

  His days were spent in matters of his estate and other investments. It was in the evenings when they spent their time together, mostly in the bedroom. During her monthly course, he left her alone, content to hold her in an embrace while they drifted into sleep.

  However, the lack of variety in her daily routine let her to make another request.

  “Please, may I visit Buxton and familiarise myself with the town?” Another luncheon conversation and immediately she could see his response would be negative. His mouth drooped into a frown of disapproval.