An Unacceptable Arrangement

by Victoria Winters

  “Cassandra,” Frederic stopped and took a deep breath. “I am your husband now, you know.”

  Cassandra buried her face into her hands and shook her head from side to side. He took her hands in his and lowered them to her lap. With one finger he lifted her chin until she looked into his eyes.

  “What are you afraid of, my dear?”

  “I’m so sorry, my husband. I know I’m a married woman now but it’s all so sudden. I barely know you. I’m sure that if we’d courted and gotten to know one another - had stolen kisses and shared intimacies - I’d be better prepared for this. Perhaps...” She looked up at him hopefully. “Perhaps if we went slowly... in time...” Before she could go further, Frederic stopped her.

  “Cassandra, I too would love nothing more than to ease into this intimacy but it is of the utmost importance that our marriage be consummated this very night.”

  Cassandra gasped and looked around, scandalized that he was discussing this subject outside of their private suites where any servant wandering by could hear. He was staring at her intently and she knew he expected a response.

  “Yes, Sir... yes... I know that... um... why is it important?”

  “Because we are not legally wed until the marriage is consummated. You must give your virginity to me this very night.”

  Cassandra’s face flushed so red that it felt painful. This was the first time she realized how very different her husband was from British men. No gentleman of her acquaintance would ever have said something like that aloud. Before she could respond however, Frederic kissed her again.

  She relaxed this time, determined to focus on the sensations her new husband was igniting in her rather than the strangeness of it all. Those fingers, they were once again at her breast, touching her ever so delicately but then they began to rub against the point until she began to feel a clenching down between her legs. Soon his wandering fingertips were rubbing both of her nipples. She moaned out loud as she felt her breasts swell. This was feeling very, very nice. Her husband knelt on the floor before her and took her breasts in his hand, pressing kisses against the exposed swell of her bosom and rubbing his thumbs over the fabric covering her nipples. The sensation was exquisite. She needed... she yearned... she knew not what for.

  Just then her husband stood and turned off the record. She was panting now, collapsed back against the loveseat and looking up at him, shocked that he had elicited such feelings from her within just a few short minutes. If this was what making love felt like, she wanted more! He helped her up and led her to their room, which was aglow with candlelight. He led her to his bed. It was enormous, and she looked back at him nervously. Frederic soothed her with a kiss and began to unbutton her dress, but she stopped him.

  “Perhaps we should get Liesl,” she said to him weakly. She had several layers of clothing on, too many for a gentleman to navigate. “I could come to you once I am ready.”

  Frederic paused and took a breath, letting his heart rate return to normal. He put his hands around her waist and smiled at her. “Whatever you are most comfortable doing, darling. Don’t take long.”

  Her bedrooms were next to his and she found Liesl waiting to help her disrobe. She flushed; the woman would know what she was about to do. She longed for a moment to just clear her head, but Liesl was all business as she readied her mistress for her wedding night. Cassandra was quickly undressed and then sat at her vanity naked as Liesl removed her combs and let down her long hair. Unpinned it hung down to her waist. Once her hair was brushed, she was then put into her thinnest wrapper. Cassandra looked around for one of her nightgowns but Liesl shook her head no.

  “You go to your husband on this night as you were born,” she instructed her mistress. Cassandra flushed.

  “Do not be shy, Mistress. You have a beautiful body; your husband should enjoy it very much.” Cassandra looked at her; no one had ever spoken to her like that.

  “Do.... Do you really think so?” she asked.

  “Of course, Madam. Now go to your husband.” Liesl turned Cassandra around and walked her to her husband’s suite and knocked on the door, then departed.

  Chapter 6

  Frederic answered the door looking most handsome in a silk dressing gown. Smiling, he held his hand out and led his wife inside. The dozens of candles in his room were flickering away brightly. While romantic, Cassandra found the glow too bright.

  She indicated the candles beside the bed, “Could we blow out a few, my lord?” she asked her husband, her voice quivering with nerves.

  He smiled and shook his head no. “I very much wish to look upon you, my wife.” Cassandra flushed as her husband pulled her to him and kissed her until she was breathless. As he led her to his bed, Cassandra began to tremble and soon was shaking so hard her teeth began to chatter. Frederic stood facing her and began to kiss his new wife more gently. Cassandra quickly forgot her nerves and melted into his embrace. He stopped and looked into her eyes. She felt her lower lip begin to quiver and buried her face in his neck to hide the tears. Frederic held her, feeling incredibly protective of his inexperienced bride.

  “I... know... I mean... I don’t know... what to do,” she whispered in his ear. “I have...heard... things, but I’m not exactly certain...”

  “Of course you are inexperienced, my precious wife. That is how a bride comes to her groom. I promise I will go slowly, Cassandra. Nothing will happen that you don’t want to have happen.” Cassandra found his soft murmurs to be most soothing. She began to relax in her husband’s arms. “You must trust that I want nothing more than to give you the greatest pleasure. I will teach you all that you need to know. You just need to lie back and open yourself to me – your body, your soul and your mind."

  Frederic’s hand slid into the opening of her robe and soon he was holding a full, soft breast with a nipple that was quickly hardening in the palm of his hand. His Cassandra was very responsive indeed, even if she was not yet aware of that fact. He gave her a moment to become accustomed to the feeling of his hand on her bare skin and then he used his other hand to undo the tie on her robe, which fell to expose her entire body. He squeezed her breasts and then held her to him and rubbed her back as she began to moan. As her arousal grew, he easily lifted and held her, luxuriating in the feel of her skin against his, rocking her back and forth for a moment. Then he laid her down on the bed and looked down upon her. Her breasts were round with coral nipples that pointed up towards him, eager for his attention. Her eyes were glazed and her lips parted as she looked up at him. He climbed onto the bed and sat back, then parted her knees to gaze upon her womanhood. Exposed to his gaze was the most exquisite femaleness that he’d ever laid eyes upon. Her soft ginger curls left her charms most visible to his eager eyes.

  Cassandra raised her arm and covered her eyes, embarrassed that he was looking upon a part of her body that she herself had never seen. As Frederic parted her nether lips, he smiled. Her little clit was pointing up at him as saucily as her nipples, begging for his attention. The tang of her building excitement tickled his nostrils and he inhaled deeply, reveling in the scent of her. He lowered his head to her and pressed his lips upon the delicate tissue. His tongue snaked out and he pressed the point against the tip of her clit. Cassandra jerked as she suddenly felt a tongue in so private of a place. She froze, trying to become accustomed to the feeling and then began to move as that tongue insinuated itself into her innermost nooks and crannies, seeking out her excitement.

  As he loved her with his mouth, she began to feel a lassitude come upon her and she opened herself wider. Her husband continued to nuzzle and lick her between her legs; she didn’t recall Paulette saying anything about something like that happening, but it felt very nice indeed! Suddenly all of her nerve endings seem to gather in that very private spot and her excitement began to build. She wanted... more. She... wanted... She began to feel frightened as the intensity grew. What was happening? Cassandra whimpered as she felt herself losing control. She tried to wriggle away but her
husband held on firmly to her thighs and kept licking. The building excitement culminated in an explosion inside her head as she cried out. Her cunny spasmed in a wave of pleasure she’d never thought possible.

  When she opened her eyes her husband was on top of her, his manhood pressing into her cunny. She hadn’t even felt him begin to enter, but then he pressed further. Before she could cry out, he had broken through her barrier! It had hurt sharply but just for a moment. Her husband leaned down to kiss away her tears.

  “There, there, precious one. It is over. There will be no more pain, I promise.”

  Cassandra looked up at him, into his eyes. She felt her heart begin to stir. This man had claimed her. She now belonged to her new husband. Frederic held his position for a few moments before beginning to move again gently. Cassandra froze but after a few strokes found herself instinctively moving against him. She felt the last vestiges of her fear and discomfort melt away and she opened herself fully to Frederic, wrapping her legs around him and opening her lips to allow his questing tongue to enter her mouth.

  The feeling of being filled by this man was indescribably wonderful. He had claimed her as surely as if he’d branded her with his mark. She moaned again and began to buck against him. Why, sex was wonderful! She could do this forever. Suddenly her husband’s movements became more intense and he gripped her almost painfully and thrust hard. He too cried out and then continued to pump until he exploded inside of her, bathing her insides with his seed.

  Cassandra sighed with contentment as her husband pulled out and then laid back and gathered her into his arms. Her head lay on his shoulder and she once again nuzzled his neck.

  “Are you all right, darling? It did not hurt too very much, did it?” he asked.

  “Just... just for a moment but actually it was mostly wonderful! Can we do it again?” she asked in all innocence.

  Frederic chuckled and cuddled her closer. “Yes my love, we will do it often. But first a bit of a rest.”

  They snuggled closely and Frederic covered them with blankets. Before either of them realized, they were waking to the morning light coming in the window. Cassandra lay next to her new husband. He was curled up behind her and she loved the closeness. But then she felt the need to use the water closet. Rolling to her stomach, she reached over the side of the bed for her robe, which had fallen on to the floor. As she lay on her stomach, Frederic sat up and looked at his bride’s buttocks in the light of day. They were quite bruised and battered. He didn’t move as she struggled into her robe and then headed towards his bathroom, but upon her return she found him sitting on the edge of the bed blocking her from climbing back in.

  He leaned back on the bed, staring at her. “Remove your robe, my darling,” he ordered in a deep, hypnotic voice.

  Even though he had looked upon her body in their bed the night before, Cassandra flushed at the thought of standing naked before him in broad daylight. She felt unkempt and unattractive. If she’d had a clue as to how much her husband was enjoying her sexy, tousled look, she would have basked in his adoring gaze. Instead, she silently scolded herself. You belong to him now and he can look upon you in whatever way he wishes. He IS your husband after all. She locked her eyes on to his and slowly undid the belt at her waist, flushing with embarrassment as she opened the robe inch by inch.

  Frederic found himself holding his breath. He had been entertained at the great burlesque halls of Europe but he had never seen anything as tantalizing as his highborn bride reluctantly, obediently baring herself to his gaze. Finally he was able to catch a glimpse of nether lips that were visible through a light sprinkling of ginger curls and then pretty coral nipples. He stared unashamedly, enjoying his wife’s shy striptease very much. Her robe opened completely and his eyes roamed over her body, captivated. Her breasts were beautiful, round and full. She had the palest skin he’d ever seen. Her pretty little nipples were as hard as two little pebbles and pointing at him, begging once again for attention. She lowered her arms and the silk robe slid off and fell at her feet. She kept her head lifted and did not look down. For a moment she stole his breath away with her courage and her composure but as he looked closely, he could see that she was beginning to once again shake with nerves.

  “Come to me, beloved,” he ordered. She walked on tiptoe, her pretty little titties bouncing as she came towards him. He stood and took her into his arms.

  “So exquisite, so beautifully formed. I am a very fortunate man,” he murmured. She let out a breath in response, a faint sob. She’d longed to hear him say it.

  He stood in front of her nude, then, so she could look upon him. He had kept himself in fine shape. Cassandra ran her hands over his collarbone and shoulders. “So wide, so strong,” she whispered, taking him in. Her new husband was better endowed than most men, but he knew she did not have any basis for comparison. She was taking in the sight of him as avidly as he had stared at her. He had a sprinkling of light brown hair on his burnished chest and she ran her fingers through it down to his tapered waist. Her hands traveled down his slim hips and then ever so delicately they tickled at his scrotum and stem. He gasped and almost doubled over, his arousal at her touch shocking him. He was fully erect now and straining towards her, wanting to claim her once again.

  He stepped forward until he was up against her and kissed her deeply, and then grabbed her buttocks with his hands, squeezing. She groaned at the painful sensation and stepped back, trying to wriggle out of his grasp. But he held fast.

  “Ho, what is this? What have we here?” he asked, pretending that he was becoming aware of her wheals for the first time. Cassandra looked up at him in horror; he had felt her welts! Now he would know her secret.

  Frederic sat back down on the bed and before she knew what was happening she found herself lying over his lap, hands and toes grappling for purchase on the floor. He began to stroke her buttocks from top to bottom. He let his fingers roam over her cheeks, dancing lightly over her welts. There were dozens of ridges, some large, some smaller and several blisters where the tips had hit. The birching she’d endured had definitely been recent and severe.

  “How did you come by these, little one?” he asked. She squealed and bucked as he pinched a particularly vivid welt. She looked back at him over her shoulder and nervously explained.

  “My... my father chastised me the day before yesterday, sir.”

  “With what?”

  “Wh... what?”

  “What implement did he use on your beautiful behind, my dear?”

  “He... he birched me, Sir,” she whispered, then hid her face in her hands.

  “On the bare?” he asked.

  “Yes,” she whimpered, ashamed to admit so.

  Frederic closed his eyes, imagining Cassandra letting down her drawers and lifting her skirts, exposing herself for her father’s chastisement. He almost came at the image but pulled himself back from the brink.

  “Your crime?” he asked.

  “Disobedience... and... and sassiness, my Lord,” she replied, her voice choking with shame.

  “Punishable offenses indeed,” he tsked, manfully keeping a chuckle from his voice. He then maneuvered her slightly forward so that he could look upon her little cunny. He spread her legs apart and studied her nether lips. Those, too, were welted. He began to stroke the lines he found there. “Even here you were struck?” he asked with awe, awaiting her reply.

  She gave a start as she felt his fingers stroking her there. “He... he aimed repeatedly for that spot,” she hissed. She wondered what his reaction would be. Would he be outraged that she’d been struck, angry that her father had birched his grown daughter? Would he disapprove of the corporal punishment of females? She got her answer immediately.

  “I’m afraid that is necessary in the disciplining of females,” her new husband murmured. Cassandra had her answer. It sounded like Frederic was a knowledgeable and experienced disciplinarian. She now strongly suspected that she would be bending for correction from him, perhaps even
more often than her father had required. Frederic noted the involuntary clenching at his implied threat and smiled knowingly.

  “Sometimes females are restrained during correction. Did your father restrain you?” He didn’t think he could get any harder as she hesitantly confided the details of her birching to him.

  “No... no Sir,” she spoke, in a little girl voice.

  “You were required to hold position during the entire session?”

  “Yes, sir. If I had risen or tried to cover myself, he would have just started over.”

  “You are a very courageous girl. And how many strokes of the birch were you given?”

  “I... I lost count,” she moaned. Her new husband would think her to be very naughty indeed.

  “The two of you were alone, in his study?” he guessed.

  “No my Lord, my mother was there watching.”

  He closed his eyes, letting a small sigh escape as he envisioned his little wife bent over – a desk, a chair – bottom bared, submissively awaiting her upcoming chastisement. He could not wait to have her bow before him and submit to his discipline. He once again squeezed one of the larger wheals and she jerked and cried out. He let his fingertips travel over the landscape of where the twigs had fallen. Even the skin on the inside of her cheeks, close to her little pucker was marked. She must have suffered extensively. The birching has been severe.

  Frederic helped her to her feet and then moved a pillow half way down the bed. He arranged his bride over it so that her colorful bottom was elevated. He placed her hands on the iron headboard and encouraged her to grab hold of it tightly. He once again arranged himself between her thighs and leaned forward running his lips over her welts. She whimpered and squeezed the headboard, unnerved that her battered behind seemed to be of such interested to her new husband.

  He raised his head. “I have not hurt you, have I darling?”