An Unacceptable Arrangement

by Victoria Winters

  “Cassandra, you must have faith that your parents did what they thought was in your best interest and that all will work out in the end. We all have destinies thrust upon us that we are required to fulfill and yours can be no worse than anyone else’s. Can it dear?” Frederic asked kindly. But Cassandra was beyond responding, his sonorous voice and gentle rubbing was lulling her into the arms of Morpheus. Her eyes began to close and her final thought before sleep claimed her was the hope that it wouldn’t always be like this. Perhaps one of Frederic’s numerous business propositions would pay off some day and they could increase their standard of living. She fell asleep dreaming an impossible dream of jewels and pretty dresses and she and her husband dancing at an elegant ball as the crowned heads of Europe gathered to watch.

  Chapter 8

  Frederic went off to work the next morning but not before warning Cassandra that she was to start accepting callers. She now knew that if he gave an order, he meant it. She dreaded the arrival of callers that day. Whoever comes calling, please let it be someone who is not stuck up or a gossip, she prayed.

  To her delight, when the Butler bowed with his tray of calling cards, there were only two – from her dear friends Nanette and Paulette. Cassandra was thrilled, they were the least snobbish girls in the world and would probably think her home was wonderful and even if they didn’t, they’d never say so.

  Helmut actually appeared pleased when she gave him the go ahead to admit the callers. Soon the girls were standing in her presence and the three of them gathered each other into a group hug and squealed, hopping up and down. Cassandra wiped away a tear; she’d forgotten how wonderful it was to see familiar faces, especially those two dear ones.

  “Dearest Cassandra,” Nanette smiled as she and her sister Paulette wiped away tears. “You married so quickly and then disappeared off the face of the earth. Finally your mother told us where you were staying. Is this your new home?”

  “It’s our London home. My husband... we... also have a large estate in Germany.”

  “Quite impressive for a second home, I’d say.” Paulette said, looking around in awe. Cassandra smiled at her, she knew the girls would like her home. She proudly gave them the grand tour. When they returned to the parlor, the butler was setting an elaborate tea service. Evidently Cook had also been pleased that the mistress had callers and had quickly and skillfully put together a lovely tea. There was a tri-level platter filled with little sandwiches and petit fours and a platter of fresh fruit and cheeses, as well as fresh scones and marmalade. Cook had provided both tea and coffee, knowing her mistresses’ fondness for the drink. After the servants had left them alone, Paulette began, “And how do you like keeping your own household?”

  “My husband was a bachelor for a very long time,” Cassandra smiled in response. ”The house pretty much runs itself.”

  Nanette asked, “So who did you end up marrying, this Baron Von Dresden? Was he at the ball? None of us had ever heard of him.

  “Do you remember The Mystery Man?” Cassandra asked.

  Nanette grew quiet as her eyes opened wide. “That’s Baron Von Dresden? The one with the stunning eyes? Why Cassandra, he’s the only man you even mentioned that night and you pointed him out to me twice. How very amazing that you ended up with him, of all people!”

  Paulette asked, “Was he the only man who caught your eye that night?”

  “Well, yes, I guess so,” Cassandra admitted, nodding thoughtfully.

  “Perhaps you would have found your way to each other even without your father’s help.” Paulette smiled. She was a great believer in pre-destiny and soul mates.

  Nanette was still filled with wonder at the coincidence. “And he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her the entire night.”

  “I’m sure there were many men who couldn’t keep their eyes off of the Lady Cassandra, the Deb of the Year.” Paulette grinned at Nanette knowingly.

  “What are you talking about?” Cassandra asked.

  “For goodness sakes, didn’t you see the Times the next day?” Nanette exclaimed. “There was a picture of you dancing with the Prince. Everyone was predicting that you’d be named the top debutante but then we all heard you’d married and you just dropped off the face of the earth.”

  “Was it much of a scandal?” Cassandra asked, fearful of the answer.

  “A bit,” Nanette admitted, as Pauline threw her a disapproving glance. “Really sister, she might as well know the truth.”

  “And how has the season been?” Cassandra eagerly asked, bored by the scandal talk. There was nothing to be done about that now. She wanted to hear all about the parties and balls she’d been missing.

  “Oh you know,” Nanette replied, “It’s the same people at every event. At first it was exciting but now we all just sit and stare at each other and gossip about who is taking up with whom.”

  Cassandra smiled at her, dear Nanette, only she would make Cassandra feel as if she wasn’t missing out on a thing.

  “Who is taking up with whom?” Cassandra asked, leaning forward and wanting to hear some good gossip.

  Nanette told her how the widowed Duke of Crandon had finally found love again with one of the girl’s aunts who had been chaperoning at one of the balls. Everyone was pleased that he’d found someone closer to his own age, and they seemed quite taken with one another. Cassandra asked if Nanette was still interested in the second Wimbledon boy. Nanette replied vaguely in the negative but her outspoken sister Paulette piped up with the real reason.

  “That young man is more interested in horsing around with the other single gentlemen than in keeping company with any of the ladies.” The girls all laughed at this, even Nanette.

  The subject of domestic discipline came up. Paulette squirmed uncomfortably in her seat and admitted that her hotheaded husband seemed to be partial to taking her hairbrush to her sit down spot whenever he was unhappy with her. Cassandra shared that her husband didn’t discipline her often but when he did it made quite a memorable impression. Nanette eagerly took all of this in; she was both thrilled and terrified over the idea of one day having a husband who would see to her in such a fashion.

  The girls talked for a long time, staying much longer than the customary fifteen minutes and when Frederic arrived home that night he was very pleased to find that Cassandra had become reacquainted with the two friends she’d told him so much about.

  The next Sunday at breakfast, Frederic and Cassandra were passing the travel section of The Times back and forth to each other. Frederic pointed out a lighthouse tour; Cassandra was interested in lighthouses and he thought she might be interested in a trip of this type. Cassandra admitted that it sounded intriguing and then showed him a small article about a cemetery tour in northern England. They were both history buffs and agreed that such a tour could be quite fascinating.

  “Well,” Fredric said, shaking out the paper and reassembling it, “Perhaps it is time for you and I to take a small trip. Wouldn’t that be nice?” Cassandra agreed, it wasn’t a proper wedding trip but at least it would be something. It sounded affordable and it would be nice to get out of the house for a change.

  “I will make the arrangements. My affairs will be in order in a couple of months and we should be able to steal away for four or five days.” He patted his wife’s hand and then rose. He put his hand out to his little wife and helped her to her feet and then led her towards his rooms.

  Cassandra smiled, her husband was a creature of habit and liked to return to bed after Sunday breakfast and indulge in some leisurely lovemaking. She reflected upon her husband’s strengths. He wasn’t a bit hotheaded, she had never seen him show the slightest amount of rage and he was quite patient with her displays. Perhaps he was closer to the sort of husband she’d wanted all along than she’d originally thought. Whether or not that was true, she knew in her heart of hearts that he was definitely the kind of husband she’d needed.

  Frederic quickly undressed his little wife and arranged her on the bed in one
of his favorite positions with her tummy on a pillow and her bottom in the air. He went into the water closet and returned gloriously naked and with two items she’d never seen before. One was a jar of some sort of lubricant and the other was an item that made her squirm. It was black rubber and looked somewhat like a cork from a wine bottle but with a bulging bulb at the top. Frederic noticed her squirming and directed her to take hold of the headboard and not let go. She couldn’t help it; she continued to wriggle, drawing her knees up under her. But somehow that position made her feel all the more vulnerable, even though her husband was allowing it. She lowered her knees and held still, to her husband’s approval.

  “Do you remember my saying that I intended to one day avail myself of all of your openings?” Frederic asked. She reluctantly nodded; remembering when he’d first touched her in that most private place and said that he intended to claim her there too. She’d hoped that day would not come for quite some time but apparently time had run out. He sat down beside her. Cassandra let go of the headboard and tried to rise but Frederic’s smile turned to a frown.

  “You are not holding still, wife. Do you need to be restrained?”

  “Oh no, Sir,” she mewed. “Please no Frederic, don’t.” She hated being tied in place but her husband seemed to have a fondness for it. She groaned as he gathered two silk ties and proceeded to tie her hands to the iron headboard.

  Once again he sat beside her and showed her the items in his hands.

  “This, beloved, is an anal plug. It can be used for many things. For example, when you are being cleansed I will have it inserted in your bottom to help you hold your enemas.”

  Enemas! Cassandra looked at him with disbelief. She used to have them when she was small and sick but not as an adult. Could he... would he... order that to be done to her? Who would do it? Him? He didn’t say he’d insert it, he said he would have it inserted. She shuddered at the thought.

  “But otherwise,” he continued, “We will use it to enlarge your anal opening in preparation for the insertion of my manhood. I do not know if you are aware of this, my lucky little wife, but I am larger than most men. You will need to be prepared for my entry.”

  Cassandra flushed and tried to pull away from the headboard but her husband had tied her tightly and there was no way to flee. She whimpered as she watched him apply a generous amount of lubricant to the black plug. “Please Frederic, please,” she begged as quietly as she could. She didn’t want anyone to hear this.

  “I am moving as quickly as I can my dear, be patient,” he replied, smacking her rump smartly. He well knew his wife’s propensity for skittishness. His little filly was already bucking and trying to crawl away. He had developed a sixth sense about when restraints would be needed.

  “No, you don’t understand. I don’t want you to...” but before she could continue she felt his finger penetrate her opening. She squealed as he applied lubricant to her bottom by repeatedly inserting his finger and withdrawing it.

  “Calm down, Cassandra. Does it hurt?” Frederic asked in that matter-of-fact way of his. Cassandra stopped writhing about and focused on what was happening. “Well, answer me. Does it hurt?”

  “No, it doesn’t hurt exactly... it just feels... well... I’m afraid... I might...” She couldn’t believe she was talking about these matters out loud!

  “Hmmmm,” Frederic responded. “Perhaps you’d be more comfortable if you were cleansed before we traveled down this particular... ahem… path?”

  “AArrrgggh” Cassandra threw back her head and yelled. Sometimes being married could be a pain in the... She turned and looked back as her husband approached her with that... thing... that black thing. “I would prefer not to travel down this path at all!”

  Her husband chuckled and lovingly parted her cheeks, examining her bottom hole. She fought the intrusion of the plug though with all of her might as her husband wriggled it from side to side trying to seat it.

  “Cassandra, you must relax and bear down. Open yourself up to it.” Frederic patiently explained.

  “And why should I?” Cassandra pouted, although it didn’t have the same effect when her husband was studying a very different part of her anatomy than her face.

  “Because I wish it,” and that was all her husband needed to say. Cassandra bore down as instructed and felt it slip inside. She groaned as he pushed it in deeper and flushed at the image she must present with that ridiculous thing sticking out of her. Her knees inched upwards of their own accord and soon she was squatting like a little frog.

  Cassandra whimpered; it felt uncomfortable. And if that item, which was much smaller around than her husband’s unmentionables, felt uncomfortable, how would it feel to have his manhood inside of her... wider... deeper... moving... pumping? She groaned at the thought.

  “Per... perhaps it would be better to be cleansed first, my Lord,” Cassandra whispered, not believing that she was volunteering to participate in such a thing.

  And that is how Cassandra found herself the next Saturday afternoon, lying on her bed in nothing but her dressing gown, watching a visiting nurse prepare a large rubber bag with a sudsy solution. Frederic had apologized for not attending to such matters sooner. Apparently it was quite the thing in his country to have the women folk cleansed on a regular basis by a visiting nurse. Frederic swore that his mothers and sisters regularly submitted to such a thing, although only his mother and older sisters were seen to by the nurse, the little ones were attended to by their nannies. Cassandra flushed. Soon this stranger would be shoving – she gasped aloud as the saw the nozzle the woman was planning to use – a very large nozzle deep inside her.

  “Must... must we use that particular nozzle?” she asked the older woman plaintively?

  “This equipment is provided by your husband. It’s all there is.” The woman replied curtly. Cassandra felt like crying. The woman was unpleasant and the experience she was about to undergo seemed even more so. The nurse left the equipment hanging from a pole and then produced what appeared to be a large piece of rubber and spread it on the bed.

  “This is a rubber sheet. It will guarantee that the bedding will not be soiled if an accident should occur.” Cassandra blushed but that was nothing compared to what happened next.

  “All right, Madam,” the nurse instructed in a no-nonsense tone of voice. “Please rise and come over here.” Cassandra moved to the nurse’s side of the bed and was shocked when the nurse undid her wrapper and removed it, leaving Cassandra standing there naked! She tried to act as if she wasn’t a bit embarrassed by this turn of affairs, as if it happened all the time.

  “On your tummy on the bed, Madam. Very good. Now up on your hands and knees.” Cassandra knelt on the rubber sheet and turned her head to look at the nurse. “Now head and chest on the sheet, bottom right up” the nurse ordered. Cassandra could not believe that she was being put into this ignoble position. She had assumed that she’d be allowed to lie on her side, her wrapper lifted just enough for the nurse to see what she was doing – that as much privacy as possible would be afforded her, but that was not to be the case. She bit her lip and tried desperately not to make a sound as the nurse put a rubber cot on her finger and then slathered it in goo. The nurse then inserted the finger with the lubricated cot in her bottom hole and Cassandra wanted to die right on the spot. She knew that her bottom must be as red as her face as the nurse lubricated her thoroughly.

  She squeezed her eyes shut but they flew open when she felt cold glass poking at her opening. “What, what are you doing?” she asked trying to turn back to see.

  “I am taking your temperature first, madam; standard practice before dispensing such a procedure.”

  Cassandra closed her eyes as she felt the thermometer slip inside of her and then felt the nurse’s hand resting upon her bare bottom. Thank god Frederic was at work and would not see any of this.

  “Oh please, can’t you take it... orally?” Cassandra whispered. She felt so young all of a sudden being seen to in this un
dignified manner, almost like she was back in the nursery.

  “Not hardly madam. It is crucial to get a correct reading. When you visit the doctor in his office for a medicinal cleaning, you will undergo the same routine.

  “M… medicinal... what?”

  “When you come to Doctor Westbrook’s office for your regular marital examinations, he will dispense a medicinal cleansing. It is very thorough, I can assure you, much more so than what you are about to undergo.”

  “Doctor Westbrook? I know of no Doctor Westbrook,” she replied.

  “He is a woman’s’ doctor, dear, who is in the same medical practice as the one your husband goes to.”

  As if the very mention of Frederic had summoned him, to Cassandra’s horror she heard the door to her bedroom click open and her husband strode inside. Cassandra panicked. That he would see her like this was unthinkable!

  “Frederic, please, please leave! Please don’t look upon me... I don’t want you to see me like this!” she whined, pleading with him with her eyes as he approached her bed.

  “Nonsense,” her husband replied. “I’m paying for this treatment. I intend to oversee it.” He tried to hide his smile. His little wife looked so embarrassed to have him see her crouching like this, her bottom pointed up towards him, with a glass thermometer sticking out of it, a nurse’s hand resting on her cheeks.