Innocence Examined

by Emily Tilton

  She had folded her hands before her in an adorable attitude of prayer. Now she held them close to her face and pleaded, “If I suck your cock well, and the seed comes, will you only spank me a little?”

  James found that the dominance in his nature would not let him be gentle now. “We shall see, Caroline. You were very naughty to come here, and now you must pay the price. Suck my cock now.”

  Caroline gave a little whimper at these stern words, and she turned her eyes back down to James’ cock, and then she took the head in her mouth, looking up anxiously to read in his eyes, he thought, whether he found her pleasing. “There,” James said, much more gently. “I know it is a big thing to have in your pretty little mouth, but now that you been so very naughty, you must learn to submit to my rights this way. From now on you will often suck my cock.”

  Brown’s idea of Caroline’s role as innocent observer must surely either be essentially flawed, or Brown must mean something else besides the literal prevention of Caroline from doing anything but observe. James had had every intention of trying to uphold Brown’s policy, but he had thrown all those intentions to the winds now: yes, Caroline would often suck his cock, from now on. She would come to his chamber when he told her to come, or he would go to hers and wake her up so that he could have her mouth, fucking her there so that he could bring himself off the boil without ravishing her cunt or her bottom.

  Caroline turned her eyes downward, as if in reverence at the sacredness of the act she performed: the pleasuring a submissive girl owed to a natural man. James stroked her hair and encouraged her. “That feels very nice, Caroline. Take me deeper now. There you go. A man likes to be as deep inside a girl as he can be, whether it’s her mouth he fucks, or her cunny, or her bottom. You may use your hands to stir my balls. That’s it. Did you like seeing Mary with the cock in her little bottom?”

  Caroline whimpered at that, as if she were imagining what it would be like when a man fucked her backside for the first time; when Sir Gerald, according to the scheme laid out by Brown, took her maidenheads on the stage before the invited guests. James looked down at her beautiful face, mastered by his cock. He loved to see the way she struggled to please him, and he stroked her cheek to tell her that despite her inexperience she did give him great pleasure.

  Suddenly he felt he must see her cunt and her bottom—must be the first man to kiss them, right here and now.

  “Get on the bed, Caroline,” he murmured. She gave him a questioning, worried look, not taking her mouth from his cock, as if she thought he was putting her in position for her spanking already.

  But James said, “I’m going to kiss your little cunny, and your little bottom, while you suck my cock.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  James—how could she not think of him as ‘James,’ now?—pulled Caroline to her feet, and then made her lie on her side on the bed, outside the covers, while to her surprise he reversed his own position and pulled up her night rail. She blushed to think of what he saw at such close range now: her wanton little cunny, dripping with all the wetness she had called there when she had touched herself endlessly, lying awake all night.

  In front of her lay James’ loins, his beautiful hard cock glistening in the moonlight, because she had sucked it. Not only was it wrong for a girl to suck a man’s cock, but it was especially wrong because Caroline had sucked a different cock than the one she had vowed to serve. Why did it feel so right, then?

  “Suck, Caroline,” James murmured, and she took him in her mouth again, trying instinctively to make her mouth a nice soft place for the cock of the man she loved. She had watched the way Mr. Vance and Sir Gerald had fucked Mary, and she had seen that they liked to thrust into the places on a girl where their cocks would be received and engulfed. She remembered the way Mr. Vance had held Mary’s head and thrust into her mouth over and over, and how much pleasure that had seemed to give him; now she felt James’ hands come around her own head, and he began to move his hips, so that his cock pushed deeper than Caroline had yet taken it, though James did not move anywhere near as violently as Mr. Vance had.

  She remembered that he had liked it when she touched the little pouch that had his balls inside it, and she did it again, very gently. He gave a little gasp of pleasure, and then he kissed her, right on her cunny, for the first time, at the same time forcing her to bend her knees and lift the left one, so that as she pictured it in her mind, she blushed to know that he could see everything down there: her cunny and her bottom and even her little bottom-hole, where Mary had to have Sir Gerald’s cock, and where Caroline would have to have Sir Gerald’s cock, too, when the time came.

  Now James began to lick at the top of her cunny, there, right where the most feeling lay. Caroline cried out around his cock at the lovely sensation. James stroked her bottom with his fingers, as if to remind her again that she must be fucked there, too, and licked all the way up and down the place where Caroline knew now her true maidenhead must lie, for that was where Mr. Vance had put his cock when he fucked Mary.

  “So naughty, Caroline,” James murmured. “So very naughty. You have a naughty little cunt and a naughty little arse. And naughty girls must be fucked in their bottoms, to teach them their lesson.”

  Caroline whimpered at those words, and James said, “Get ready, Caroline.” Now he held the back of her head tightly, and thrust in hard. He gave a little grunt, and then Caroline felt the cock pulse in her mouth, and there was a warm, bitter liquid there, and she knew that James had honored her by spending in her mouth. His whole body grew very tense, and even shook a little, but then it was over and he was moving her face away.

  She looked down the length of her body, saw James smiling at her, and her heart filled with warmth at the smile. The fucking of Mary had been the most wicked, most exciting thing Caroline had ever seen, but somehow when she had touched herself in bed afterward all she could think about was this: pleasing James and seeing him smile. Still looking into her eyes, he gave her cunny one last kiss. “I don’t think I shall give you a spend, Caroline, right now. It is time for your spanking. Turn over upon your front.”

  Her heart beating faster, Caroline obeyed, bending her arms and propping herself up a bit on her elbows. She felt James shift his weight on the bed, and then rise from it. Caroline looked about to see what he was doing, but he said, “Eyes to the bed, Caroline. When I punish you, I am in charge of your backside, and you will learn what I do to it from my hand, and not from your eyes.”

  He put a pillow under her hips to raise her bottom and then, standing on the left side of the bed, he said, “I shall spank you now, Caroline, for touching yourself and for sucking a man’s cock, which are both things you are not allowed to do, as a modest young woman in training to serve the natural rights of men. If I discover you have played with yourself again, you shall be caned.”

  “Yes, James,” Caroline whispered, and then the spanking began.

  James spanked her steadily, each blow falling at almost the rate of Caroline’s heartbeat, or the seconds on a clock. He began in the middle of her bottom, where it was roundest, and spanked her there until she was weeping silent tears, and she felt her bottom begin to squirm.

  “Hold still,” James said, spanking her very hard in the same place.

  “It hurts,” Caroline sobbed. Her backside’s most sensitive spot felt like it was on fire.

  “It should hurt,” James said, beginning to alternate spanks between her left and right bottom-cheeks. “You were naughty, and now you’re learning your lesson. A man who must teach a girl a lesson has the duty to teach that lesson thoroughly. All day, Caroline, your bottom must remind you that you are not permitted to touch yourself between your legs, or to touch a man’s cock.”

  He returned to the middle of her bottom with even harder spanks, and she cried out, “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry.”

  It was odd, Caroline thought, that she should be punished for sucking James’ cock, for he certainly could have prevented her, or stopped he
r long before he had shot his seed into her mouth. But at the same time, the idea that Caroline must be spanked even for doing the shameful things that a man allowed her to do made a strange appeal to her ever-increasing submissive passions: to have James serve both as her wicked seducer and as her righteous chastiser made her melt with pleasure, even while she felt his hand spanking her so hard that she knew she would indeed have a sore bottom all day.

  She realized that she had fallen into a kind of reverie of pain and submission: she lay still, just whimpering a little, as James spanked her and spanked her. Finally he said, “There, Caroline. Have you learned your lesson, do you think?”

  “Yes, James,” she sniffled.

  “Very well,” he said. “Get up, then.”

  When she had, and they stood in the moonlight regarding one another, Caroline realized that her tear-stained face must look frightful, but James’ smile was still so warm, and even loving, that Caroline suddenly wondered what would become of them. They had met because this household did not follow the very pattern they, James and Caroline, seemed to have embarked upon.

  “What will happen, James?” she whispered.

  James’ smile seemed to become sad, his nose wrinkling in thought. “I do not know, my… my darling, but…”

  Caroline felt a thrill go through her heart. “Your darling?”

  “Yes,” he said.

  Her soul felt so light that she became saucy, suddenly. “And have you just spanked your darling, Dr. Fairleigh?”

  His pensive air dissipated. “I have, Miss Hollins,” he said. “And I promise that I will keep you safe and happy.” He gathered her into his arms, and she thought she had never felt anything as delicious in her life—even when he had kissed her cunny. “I do not know precisely how, and I think we both know that we will not be satisfied with a… conventional life, but I promise that I will not leave you.”

  “My darling,” said Caroline softly, and she felt him kiss the top of her head.

  “Now, go,” James said gently, and gave her poor little bottom a squeeze. Caroline whimpered and giggled at the same time. She pushed back a little from his chest and looked up into his handsome, clean-shaven face. She saw the face coming closer, then, but his lips were upon hers before she realized that she was about to be kissed there, for the first time. She blushed to realize that she had held a cock in her mouth before a man’s lips had met hers. Then she gave herself to the kiss, until James finally turned her about, patted her bottom—gently, this time—and sent her on her way, with one lingering backwards glance at him, standing in the moonlight: her wicked protector.

  * * *

  “Where were you, you naughty girl?” Anne demanded when Caroline tried to make her way silently into the bed she now shared with Anne and Charlotte. “I am sure that Charlotte and I will be punished alongside you if you won’t stop your wandering, especially now that you must watch us serve Sir Gerald’s and Mr. Vance’s lusts!”

  Caroline thought she could tell that there was more affection in Anne’s voice than there had been the day before, though. “Please don’t be angry, Miss Anne. I couldn’t bear it, and I felt so naughty that I had to go up to Dr. Fairleigh’s chamber and ask him to spank me.”

  “No!” Anne said, smiling now. “And did he?”

  Caroline nodded. “And…” She didn’t know whether she should tell Anne what had happened. She looked into the older girl’s eyes, and then over at Charlotte, fast asleep. “And I…”

  “What?” Anne asked, her eyes wide. “Did you do something naughty? Did Dr. Fairleigh make you do something naughty with him?”

  “I sucked his cock…” Caroline whispered, “and then he… he kissed my cunny.”

  “But,” Anne said in evident astonishment. “I thought Dr. Brown left him here in order that he could make sure you might only watch, and not do such things!”

  Caroline nodded again, feeling how her face grew hot, and knowing she must look terribly confused. Anne had a wonderful, sympathetic expression upon her face, and then she opened her arms, and Caroline eagerly crawled up the bed to nestle inside them.

  “You love him, do you not?” Anne asked softly.

  “Yes,” Caroline murmured. “I think he came to save me, though I did not know I needed saving.”

  “Did you like having your cunny kissed?” Anne asked mischievously.

  Caroline giggled. “Oh, yes. And because I knew I wasn’t allowed, it made it so naughty, and that made it even better somehow. But James didn’t let me spend, and he spanked me. Oh, Anne, I am so wet, down there.”

  “Lie back,” Anne whispered, and then it was she who kissed Caroline’s cunny, murmuring how lovely she tasted. “Sweet little cunny,” she said, licking round and round Caroline’s clitoris until she thought she would scream. Caroline stuffed a corner of the counterpane in her mouth, just as Anne had made her do when the older girl had spanked Caroline, only two days before. Caroline had learned so much since then—and soon she must learn even more.

  “Sweet little cunny,” Anne said again. “How you will scream, Caroline, when you take a man’s cock here for the first time… and then they all shall have you…” Anne seemed to be lost in her own reverie of fantasy about the terrible ceremony that awaited Caroline in the north. Caroline pictured it herself, and her heart seemed to beat like a drum, and yet her cunny seemed to gush with arousal. “They will make you beg to have their cocks in your little bottom, and then they will ride you so hard, there… so hard…”

  Caroline gave a muffled shriek that made Charlotte stir in her sleep, and then Caroline spent, her body shuddering and tensing so much she thought she might break a bone.

  “Thank you, Anne,” she whispered. “Shall I… shall I kiss you, now?”

  Anne laughed softly, and regarded Caroline in the moonlight, pillowing her cheek on Caroline’s thigh and giving her cunny a tiny parting kiss. “Soon, my dear. But let us sleep now.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  The household removed northward one month later. For much of the intervening time, Caroline was made to wear a chastity belt at all times except when she must bathe or relieve herself. This was after Mary had tattled on her, three days after the ceremony at which Sir Gerald and Mr. Vance had shared the little blond maid. Mary came to Carruthers and Vance with a tale of a lewd afternoon in the library, when Caroline had been observed reading one of Sir Gerald’s naughty books with her hand up her skirts. With Fairleigh’s consent, Vance sent for Dr. Brown.

  “I think,” said Brown, after speaking with Fairleigh for a half-hour, “her fervor is such that we must take a rather more drastic measure.” He produced from his valise a locked belt of leather, and gave the key to Fairleigh. “Summon Miss Hollins, please, Mary,” Brown said. Mary looked to Sir Gerald, and he nodded assent. When the maid had gone, Brown said, “Fairleigh will thrash her first, as he and I have discussed. He will do it over your desk, Sir Gerald, by your leave.”

  “Of course,” Sir Gerald replied.

  “To be caned by Dr. Fairleigh, upon the place where you have used to birch her, and from which you exercise dominion over your household, Sir Gerald, will, I hope, impress upon Miss Hollins the gravity of the matter.”

  Vance said, “I’m sure it will, Brown. But what is this thing you are holding?”

  Brown replied, “The medieval legends of chastity belts are all stuff and nonsense, but in modern times, up-to-date men with a need to keep a girl’s hands from playing where her master wishes his rights not be abridged in any way have invented a functional version. Caroline will wear this until Sir Gerald declares that the time has come for it to be removed. I have it in mind that Dr. Fairleigh should unlock it ceremoniously before Sir Gerald possesses his ward for the first time, upon the stage. Until then, Miss Hollins will have to apply to Dr. Fairleigh whenever she needs her belt unlocked for the purpose of fulfilling her bodily needs. That in itself, beyond the impediment the belt will prove to her auto-erotic activities, will teach her an important lesson
in submission to the rights of natural men such as yourselves.”

  Thus Sir Gerald watched Fairleigh cane Caroline very severely over Sir Gerald’s own desk. Brown made Caroline strip entirely naked, a sight that Sir Gerald could not deny made him hard as a rock—he felt guilty for a moment, but realized almost immediately that that guilt sprang from the old conventional morality he had now left behind. Purposely, he pictured the scene that would soon be prepared in the north, where his hard cock would no longer be denied entrance into his ward’s sweet young cunt, and smiled to find the guilt seep away from his mind.

  Brown had Sir Gerald stand in front of Caroline as she lay over the desk, and hold her hands, while he and Vance stood to the side. In vain did Caroline protest that she had only read the naughty book—Justine by the Marquis de Sade—because she didn’t know what it was; in vain did she deny that she had put her hand up her skirts merely to rearrange them. Brown nodded to Fairleigh to begin the caning.

  He gave Caroline twenty-four cuts of the bamboo in rapid succession, and she screamed her penitence nearly from the start of the thrashing. Fairleigh remained grimly silent while he delivered this chastisement, but Vance, in his usual way, called out humiliating little bon mots, like “You buy your pleasure dear, do you not, Caroline?” and “When you read of Justine’s punishments in that naughty book, did you think you would know them so intimately, girl?”

  At the end, Caroline’s bottom was covered with the weals of the cane, and she sobbed as if her heart would break, vowing over and over that she would never touch herself between her thighs again. But Brown said, “I am afraid that is no longer sufficient, Caroline. I will now place upon your pudenda and your bottom a device that will prevent you from pleasuring yourself.”