He ran one finger up through her slit, and it came away coated with her juices. Some part of her had been extremely stimulated by her correction, although she would probably argue that point. He patted her on her incredibly sore behind and spoke. “Up now and get dressed. We are going out.”
Cassandra was holding her bottom and sniveling, her nose running. She rose up and looked at her husband aghast. He couldn’t be serious!
“I’ll send Liesl in to help you dress. Dinner is being served at your parent’s in one hour.” Frederic walked out.
Cassandra continued to sob; she knew that it would take much more than an hour to compose herself after a correction of this magnitude. She threw herself on her bed, bereft. The next thing she knew, Liesl was helping her up and into her clothing.
“Hurry up, Missus, I know it hurts terribly but your husband wants to leave momentarily.”
Cassandra hiccupped, “I can’t stop crying. My family will know I was just disciplined.”
“And I’m sorry for that madam but it can’t be helped. The master doesn’t say anything he doesn’t mean and he means that you are to go out tonight.”
She held out Cassandra’s drawers for her to step in to but Cassandra shook her head no. There was no way she could stand anything hugging her bottom tightly. She would have to go without them. Before she knew it, Cassandra was sitting across the carriage from her husband for a very uncomfortable ride to her old home. She continued to cry, even though she was trying desperately to stop.
“But my family will know I was just punished... and... I don’t have any drawers on,” she sobbed, pleading with her husband to excuse her from this social engagement. “It’s all just so shameful,” she whispered, bowing her head and crying into her handkerchief.
“And whose fault is that, my wife?” Frederic hid a smile. The thought that his little wife had a very red, bare bottom under her skirts was an image that he would enjoy reflecting on throughout the evening ahead.
She looked up at him and confessed, “It was horrible, Sir. I have never felt anything like that in my life.”
“Yes the cane makes quite an impression. That is why I prefer it to other methods of discipline. You will become accustomed to its bite and then we will graduate to a senior cane. Something to look forward to, my dear.” He smiled and winked at her.
Cassandra tried desperately to compose herself as they pulled up in the courtyard of her family estate. The doors to the carriage opened and her husband helped her down and soon she was in front of her parents, still sniffling. Her parents smiled kindly at her and led them to the dining hall. Cassandra found it difficult to sit after that caning and the carriage ride. Her parents could clearly tell what had happened; how could they not? They well knew what a child who had a hot bottom looked like; her squirming was a telltale sign. Their daughter had obviously needed to be chastised by her husband before she’d agree to come to their house.
Cassandra’s mother made a valiant effort to keep up the conversation, talking about how much they’d missed seeing her and how she was always welcome back at home. They tried to ask her questions about married life. Was it agreeing with her? Was she happy? Her husband nudged her and she responded woodenly in the affirmative. She wasn’t able to eat much even though the kitchen had prepared her favorite dishes and pushed bits of food around on her plate, her eyes downcast, hardly daring to believe that she was once again sitting in her family home.
After dinner her little sisters Emily and Violet were brought down from the nursery to see Cassandra. They squealed and ran to her and Cassandra wrapped them tightly in her arms. She was so happy to see them. “When are you taking us for ice cream, Sissy?” Emily asked, calling her by the name she herself had created when she couldn’t pronounce ‘Cassandra’ as an infant.
“Ice cream, ice cream,” Violet chimed in, jumping up and down.
A lump formed in Cassandra’s throat; she had missed them so. Emily had grown taller, in just the weeks since her wedding.
“We would very much enjoy taking you out for ice cream sometime very soon. Isn’t that right, my wife?” Frederic responded, looking pointedly at Cassandra who had no choice but to nod her head in agreement. This is what she’d feared – being sucked back into socializing with her family. Being forced to put aside the unforgiveable and pretend that everything had returned to normal; that the injustice done to her had been forgiven and forgotten, when it most assuredly had not. If she quickly assimilated back into her family without much fuss or bother, her parents would then congratulate themselves on her successful marriage. They would have learned nothing and then who knows what they would do to her little sisters when they grew up – marry them off at 15 to the highest bidder? After more hugs and kisses, the little girls were removed by their nanny.
“Little Emily is growing like a weed,” her mother sighed. “She is keeping Madeline busy letting down her hems.”
Just then Hayden and Theresa arrived, joining them for dessert. They had been to a dinner party but rushed home to see Cassandra and Frederic. Cassandra was truly happy to see her brother and his fiancée and was a bit more herself by that point. Seeing her tiny sisters had alleviated some of the tension in the room. She even managed to hold up her end of the conversation, although she refused to look directly at her parents.
Frederic studied his wife as Hayden and Theresa discussed the dinner they’d just attended. Cassandra’s demeanor was so different with her siblings than with her parents. What was the problem? Why was she so upset with Lord and Lady Newblythe? Did she really mean to excise her parents from her life? The conversation took an unfortunate turn as Hayden and Theresa began to discuss their wedding.
“We want you - both of you - to be in the wedding.” Hayden said. Theresa, an innocent in what had transpired between Cassandra and her parents, leaned forward to agree. “It would mean so much to us if you’d agree. Please say yes.”
Cassandra lowered her eyes and studied the hands she had folded in her lap. Her bottom itched and throbbed and she was upset with all of them - all except her brother’s fiancée. However, she had no intention of being in this wedding, not after the way she’d been treated. She had inherited her father’s stubbornness as well as his temper.
Frederic broke the tension by speaking, “Of course we’ll take part, won’t we my wife?” he asked, putting Cassandra once again on the spot.
Cassandra looked up and finally spoke, choosing her words carefully. “I regretfully have to decline your kind invitation. I will be unable to participate or attend your upcoming wedding, but I wish you both every happiness.”
Socially, her response had been correct. One was not required to give an explanation when declining an invitation – only to make one’s refusal quickly and clearly so that the person issuing the invitation could make other arrangements. But Cassandra’s mother gasped audibly and her father began to bluster.
“This is outrageous!” her father raged. “You are being a spoilt child. What will people think if you don’t attend your own brother’s wedding, when even the Queen will be there?”
“Why, it will create a scandal! First your hurried marriage and now refusing to appear in public? People will think... ” Her mother’s distressed voice died out. She could not even voice the unthinkable – that people would assume her daughter had to get married. Why, the scandal would bring about their social ruin!
Cassandra could not resist addressing this issue. “If my absence embarrasses you socially, perhaps you should have thought of that before you banished me to a foreign country forever. This is just the beginning of the family events I will be unable to attend.” Her parents looked stricken and just stared at her without speaking.
Cassandra continued in a cold voice, “Explain to people that your daughter is preparing to reside in Bavaria, which is the truth, and soon they will stop asking. One day people will forget that you ever even had a fifth child. Your family will then be just as you wish it.”
Frederic c
leared his throat. He really needed to talk to his wife and get to the root of this issue. She did appear to be behaving childishly though and her parents looked like she’d just stabbed them in the heart. He spoke up, attempting to alleviate the tension now again permeating the room. He addressed Hayden and Theresa, “If you won’t mind keeping your kind invitation open, my wife and I will soon let you know our final answer.”
Cassandra glared at her husband, she did not want this ongoing pressure to bow to her family’s wishes and pretend publicly that all was fine. She turned away but then peeked back at her husband. Was she in trouble? He didn’t appear to be angry but she well knew they would discuss this matter at length when they got home until he was satisfied with her explanation.
Frederic made their goodbyes and they journeyed back home in their carriage. This time Cassandra made the journey kneeling on the floor of the carriage. Her bottom was much too tender for any more sitting. She could hardly bear even the weight of her skirts upon it. Frederic smiled at her. He’d had trouble focusing at dinner, knowing what lay underneath his little wife’s skirts. He’d very much wanted to reach up under her skirts at dinner and caress her, but they had not been seated close enough. His eyes began to twinkle and he moved the walking cane that he had between his legs. He signaled Cassandra to move forward until she was right between his thighs. He looked down at his lap and then back up at her.
“There are many ways to pleasure me, my wife and you will learn them all. Since you insist on taking this journey on your knees, let’s put you to work shall we?” Cassandra looked up at him, puzzled. What was he talking about?
“Take me out, Cassandra,” She just stared, trying to understand what he was asking. “Unzip my pants, my wife, and remove my manhood,” Frederic patiently instructed. Cassandra flushed as she understood. She unbuttoned his pants and then his drawers. She looked up at him again and he nodded at her to continue.
Cassandra gingerly reached inside and found his manhood. She gently lifted it out of its hiding place. It was large and soft, folded on itself, but as she held it in her hand it began to grow. She gasped; she had never seen it this close from this angle before. It had always been erect when she’d looked upon it in the past. She had an overwhelming urge to bend forward and kiss it. She stared at it with fascination and then gave in to her impulse and leaned forward and kissed its rounded tip.
Frederic was very pleased indeed. Even after her first caning of just a few hours ago, she was being respectful and loving. “That’s right, my love. Kiss it all over, from top to bottom.”
Cassandra obeyed, pressing her plump lips lovingly against her husband’s shaft. The top was soft, like satin under her lips. Underneath the stem was a sac and she gently squeezed it, there seemed to be two round objects inside. She began to stroke the sac with her fingertips. Her husband moaned and she looked up at him. She adored it when she could make him moan aloud.
“Yesssss,” he hissed. What she was doing felt so good. His wife seemed to be a natural at what he was asking of her. She didn’t seem at all put off, unlike some women. “Now lick it Cassandra, make it wet.”
She began to lick him with her tongue, putting it at the base and then licking upwards in one long stroke, like licking a lollypop. She looked up at him. His eyes widened and he put his hands on the back of her head. Without further instruction she took him in her mouth and sucked lightly. He put a gentle pressure on the back of her head and she began to move it up and down, squeezing his shaft with her lips while being careful not to scratch him with her teeth. Frederic moaned aloud. This was feeling good, too good. His excitement soared at the sight of his highborn wife kneeling before him, laboring over his manhood, her head rising and falling as she sucked and licked him. He was quickly reaching his culmination, much more quickly than usual. “Soon I will come, Cassandra. You will swallow it, all of it. Do you understand?” Cassandra nodded and kept up the pace of what she was doing. He felt the pressure began to build within and then he cried out. He began to squirt and at first his little wife pulled back but he wouldn’t allow her off of him. She swallowed and then moved in closer again and seemed to be drinking him down. He groaned and released her and collapsed back upon the seat.
When he came back to himself, Cassandra had her head on his thigh and was looking lovingly up at him. She had kept him in her hands, so that his manhood would not get cold. He blinked back tears. He did not deserve her, his new wife. She was loving and attentive and considerate. Even though he had just given her the correction of her life, she was still being wonderful to him. He petted her head lovingly as they pulled into their portico.
Back home, Frederic instructed Liesl to get his wife into her nightgown and then bring her to his room. He wished to have a long talk with her. Liesl clucked over the state of her mistress’s bottom as she dressed her in one of her nightgowns and escorted her down the hall, knocking on her master’s door.
Frederic bade her enter and Cassandra stood before him in her flannel nightgown, with her hair down. She was self-conscious, afraid that her get up made her look too childish. She would have felt much more alluring in something more adult. She did not realize that how she looked appealed to her husband immensely.
Frederic urged her to sit down in the very chair he’d tied her too earlier that evening. When she balked, he smiled and brought her a second cushion to put in her seat.
“Sir, do you mind if I stand?” she asked. She really was not up to putting any more pressure on her burning nates.
“Here my wife, lie here.” He moved a pillow down to the center of the bed and had her lie over it. The bed had already been turned down for the night. He lifted the hem of her nightgown with reverence and uncovered her little, lush buttocks. They were red now and appeared to be throbbing; he swore he could see a pulse in the giant blister that covered her beautiful bottom. Frederic went to the bathroom and returned with numbing cream, which he began to massage into the welts. At first Cassandra tensed at the touch of his fingers, but then she relaxed. Her bottom actually began to stop hurting. She looked back at her husband and smiled. He began to question her.
“Why are you so angry at your parents, my love? Why won’t you attend your brother’s wedding?”
“I appreciate that you are asking me how I’m feeling Frederic, rather than just ordering me about.”
Frederic stopped applying the cream at that. He froze for a moment and then resumed his ministrations. “Of course I’m asking beloved, I really want to know what the problem is.”
Cassandra sighed. How to explain this without hurting her husband’s feelings? She began to speak, hoping that the conversation would go well and she wouldn’t be misinterpreted.
“I am finished with my family. My parents gave me away in marriage to a complete stranger.”
“But isn’t that a father’s job, to give his daughter away in marriage? And I thought we were rather happily married. It all turned out well in the end, did it not?”
“That’s not the point Frederic. What I’m upset about is that my will was taken from me. I was given no choice in the matter. I had to do what my father said and he didn’t appear to have given much thought to my happiness. I don’t like being forced to do things and being treated with such disregard. I would like to at least have met you first and agreed to this union. I felt like I was being tossed out of the house like a bag of droppings.”
Frederic could understand how she felt. He was not given a choice about being the crown prince of his municipality. His future as ruler of his country was his destiny. Nobody had ever asked him how he felt about it. He had fled from his destiny, hidden from it. Even now his own wife didn’t know that he was a prince or what their future held. Soon she would again be given no choice but to step up to her responsibilities as the Princess of Bavaria. Also, her father had wanted to introduce them first, but it was Frederic himself who had insisted on the immediate marriage. However, he was not ready to share that information with her just yet. He wanted t
heir bond to be solid, to be assured of her love, before she found out why he’d tricked her into so quickly entering this union.
He spoke carefully. “I understand my little wife. I truly do. I too have had my destiny thrust upon me without choice. But perhaps it is time to put those feelings aside and to find it in your heart to forgive your parents. Would that be possible? I see your father frequently when dealing with business matters. It will be most difficult to continue our professional association if we are unable to socialize together, especially since we are now related by marriage. Besides, I very much miss my own family and quite enjoyed visiting with your brother and little sisters.”
“So I’m just supposed to forgive him when he... “ Her voice trailed off. She couldn’t voice that her father had given her away to live beneath her station, the ultimate betrayal. She was now living in poverty. Well, not poverty by a commoner’s definition but she was not used to living with no pocket money and wearing inappropriate dresses. Why just that evening she’d had to wear one of her childhood dresses so as not to appear at her parent’s in a debutante gown. She’d told her husband she needed more appropriate clothing – suitable dresses for a married woman - but no money had been forthcoming. His only reply had been that he liked her dresses, which meant, she presumed, that he couldn’t afford to buy her a new wardrobe. She was left feeling that she could have done better. Her father’s actions proved that he did not care about her at all. He had lowered her social standing and standard of living, apparently handing her off to the first interested suitor in a hurry to be rid of her. Most importantly, his lack of caring about her future had hurt her to the core. And her mother had gone along with it all. She still did not understand what the big hurry had been, why her parents had been so eager to be rid of her. How could she forgive that? Why would she? And even if she could find forgiveness in her heart, how could she ever forget how little she meant to them? Cassandra flushed and buried her face in her arms. It was hard to speak authoritatively to her dear husband when he was rubbing lotion into her bare bottom.
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