He smiled and pulled up a chair so he could see everything. The nurse did not seem to mind that a gentleman had entered the room and began to speak.
“I was just informing madam that she would need to see the doctor soon for a medical examination and a proper medicinal cleansing. This one enema will not be enough. Why she has not been cleansed since childhood!”
Cassandra groaned. “I know no Doctor Westbrook. I don’t have to go, do I Frederic?” she asked, fighting the urge to shake off the nurse’s hand as it lay on her bottom
“But of course, my wife. You did not have a premarital exam, as there was not time. I will make an appointment with the doctor post haste. I will make certain that you receive a most thorough examination and cleansing.“
Cassandra moaned and covered her face, embarrassed to think of what the doctor would do to her - yet another ordeal looming in her immediate future. She lifted her head and shook it back and forth. Before she could speak, the nurse withdrew the thermometer and seemed to be studying it. She gave it a mighty shake and announced that the reading was inconclusive. Cassandra groaned as her cheeks were once more parted and the thermometer inserted in full view of her grinning husband.
After what seemed like several minutes, the nurse once again read it and showed it to her husband for confirmation. The two of them pronounced her to be in good health and then the nurse was moving the pole holding the liquid solution up to the side of her bed. Cassandra looked up with fear at the nozzle that the nurse was greasing.
“My... my husband... do we perhaps have a small... smaller nozzle?” she whispered as Frederic moved closer yet to hear her.
“Yes, of course, dear,” he announced loudly, loud enough for the nurse to hear. “But it is only suitable for a child. I am confident that you can easily seat this one.” He beamed at her as Cassandra threw a fearful glance at the nozzle. She began to rise, frightened of the size of it.
“Cassandra!” her husband warned. He leaned over and whispered in her ear, “Do you want the restraints?” She looked back at him and moaned, imagining what the nurse would think of her husband tying her wrists to the headboard.
“No Sir,” she whispered back. “God, no.”
Before she could even compose herself, the dreaded nozzle was slipped inside. It hadn’t hurt and the nurse was kind enough to give her a few moments to get used to the feeling. Suddenly she heard a click and fluid began to fill her bowels. Cassandra was reasonably comfortable at first but then she started to feel irritation as pressure began to build. Her tummy began to cramp and she moaned.
“Relax and go with it, my dear. We have only just begun.” The nurse pointed to the bag, which was still full and bulging.
“I... you... have to insert the entire thing?” Cassandra whined.
“Oh yes, madam. It is for your own good. You need to be cleansed from stem to stern.” She patted Cassandra on the bottom. “Now relax and take your medicine like a good girl.”
As the fluid flowed into her, Frederic and the nurse began to chat companionably. He pretended to show great interest in the bulging bag and inquired as to how often his wife should be treated in this manner. The nurse advised that it should become a weekly routine. The nurse showed him her preparations, proud of her job and he smiled at the greased cot lying on the tray. He reached up and squeezed the bag and his wife groaned in response as more fluid than usual flooded her insides.
He leaned over and whispered in her ear. “What does it feel like, beloved? Is it preparing you for my manhood?”
Cassandra looked up at him. Again she felt like crying as her tummy began to swell with fluid.
“Please Sir, please... that’s enough. Make it stop. I need to... ”
“Nonsense my wife, we have only just begun.” He pointed to the still bulging bag and then reached around and began to knead her stomach with great gusto, making sure that the fluid was evenly distributed.
Cassandra squealed and tried to buck away from his probing fingers but he held her tightly around her waist as she continued to take the fluid. Just as she felt she was about to burst, the nurse squeezed the last bit of fluid into her.
Cassandra looked up at her husband as he moved away from her side, praying that she could retire to the water closet now.
“Ten minutes” the nurse intoned, checking her timepiece.
“Ten minutes?” Cassandra squeaked, looking with panic from the nurse to her husband.
“Yes dear,” the nurse serenely replied. “For the medicine to do the most good, you must contain it for ten minutes.”
“Would you like the plug?” her ever-helpful husband asked.
Cassandra whimpered and then wailed. She wasn’t sure she could hold it that long. “Y... yes... Sir, please put in the plug.” She couldn’t believe she was asking for that thing! If it would help her hold it though, it was worth it.
Frederic left the room and immediately returned with the plug. “I’m removing the nozzle now, so squeeze tight,” he directed. She squeezed as tightly as he could and prayed there would be no accidents during the upcoming procedure. The nozzle was removed and soon the plug was poking at her entrance. She hissed through the sides of her teeth as her husband maneuvered it inside of her. Once it was seated, she felt a bit more secure but embarrassed at how she must look to the nurse and her husband.
Her husband and the nurse continued to chat as Cassandra began to huff and puff. Frederic took it upon himself to tap the top of the plug frequently. It was a horrid reminder of the churning going on deep inside. This ordeal could not end soon enough. Finally, finally the nurse told her that she was done and could excuse herself. With tears of gratitude in her eyes, Cassandra carefully rose. She walked to the water closet naked and hunched over, the black plug still protruding from her backside. Where had her robe gone?
She was shaky and exhausted, as she emerged from the water closet, still naked, desperately covering herself with her arms and hands, her robe nowhere to be found. She had left the blasted plug in the bathroom sink. To her disbelieving eyes, the nurse was standing there holding another bulging bag of fluid!
“This is the clear water rinse darling. Don’t worry, it shouldn’t cramp as much,” her husband volunteered with a twinkle in his eye. Cassandra hesitated and then most reluctantly assumed the humiliating position once again and moaned her way through the procedure as it was repeated for a second time. She kept her eyes closed, her hands over her ears, not wanting to even know that her husband and this strange woman were in her room watching. She was shocked when the nozzle was withdrawn and her husband was once again pulling her cheeks apart as he seated the plug. Would this ordeal ever end?
After what seemed like an eternity, the entire abhorrent experience was over. Cassandra sat at the foot of her bed, wrapped once again in her robe. To her horror, she heard her husband speaking to the nurse about next Saturday. Would she have to endure this again? Afterwards, she was bathed and then shown to her husband’s room.
“How are you doing,” her solicitous spouse inquired?
“I am hungry and I feel weak and drained.” she replied shakily.
“We will eat late tonight. You wouldn’t want your ordeal to be for nothing, would you? I for one am quite looking forward to breaching your last barrier; taking your final virginity, as it were.” Frederic chatted on as he directed his little wife to kneel on the floor before him.
Cassandra quavered, her bottom hole was sore, she felt like she’d been turned inside out. Now her husband expected her to-
“What’s wrong, my wife?” Her husband asked as she dissolved into tears.
“Did you make an appointment for me to receive another enema next week?” she asked, her voice rising in panic.
”Of course, beloved, you will be thoroughly cleansed on a weekly basis – it is only proper. Then we will retire to my suite and we will take advantage of the situation. Won’t that be fun? I enjoy variety and thus it is your responsibility as my wife to provide it. And that thing you did, on your kne
es in the carriage? I liked that too. We will do both frequently, rest assured.”
He sat on the side of the bed before his wife’s kneeling form. “First you will bring me to full mast, my dear.” He arranged his dressing gown on either side of his thighs and slowly opened his legs. She knew her duty. She crawled between them and went to work on her husband’s manhood, pleasuring him with her mouth. Her husband’s body was tan and sleek but he’d said he was larger than most men and she believed him.
Just last year she had seen Hayden punished, she’d been reading in her father’s study when she heard him out in the hallway yelling at her brother. She’d quickly hidden behind the armoire that her father kept his punishment implements in. Her father’s study was off limits unless invited, but the servants had been on a cleaning spree and her room, both parlors and the library were being cleaned noisily and thoroughly. She remained hidden behind the armoire as her father lectured her brother.
It turned out that Hayden had lost a great deal of money in a gaming house, a “questionable establishment” her father had called it, causing her to envision more than gambling going on inside. She assumed Hayden would be lectured and that would be that. At age twenty-one, he was a grown man after all. But no, her father had ordered him to drop his trousers and bend over the desk for correction. She heard her father open the armoire and select his implement of choice. Her father continued to scold her brother and then she had peeked around the corner. Hayden was bent forward, his trousers around his ankles. His buttocks were muscular and strong. Her father was standing beside him, holding a vicious looking cane, and then he struck. The cane connected with her brother’s flesh with a mighty whack. Her father seemed to be striking him with the full strength of his male arm. She knew he didn’t chastise her with nearly that much force.
She cringed and saw a red welt form on her brother’s bottom but he hadn’t made a sound. He had buried his head in his arms and just lay there, sticking his buttocks out most manfully. Her father continued to strike and after a dozen or so strokes Hayden groaned and moved his legs apart and Cassandra saw it - his manhood, hanging between his legs. At the time she’d thought it large but it was nothing compared to her husband’s.
Once her husband was fully erect, he rose and led her to their bed and settled her over the pillow. She wasn’t afraid this time, she figured it couldn’t be any worse than the enema but she was wrong. Her husband carefully greased her bottom and then inserted the plug moving it in and out repeatedly. Cassandra groaned. “That isn’t necessary my Lord, I am quite ready for you.”
“Perhaps, perhaps,” her husband murmured as he continued to impale her with the plug. “Relax my love and go with the feeling, it might end up being quite nice.”
Cassandra doubted that. The entire experience seemed like nothing short of an ordeal but she was willing to try it if it pleased her husband. She sighed and wriggled about getting as comfortable as possible as her husband withdrew the plug and then pressed up against her. Couldn’t this happen in the dark? Why did their trysts always happen in bright light, she wondered? Her husband had several dozen candles lit and it was still light outside. Even when the sun went down, the room would still stay brightly lit.
Her eyes widened as her husband began to press inside of her. “Ouuuw, owwww,” Cassandra moaned, tensing and squeezing her eyes closed.
“Relax, wife, and bear down. Open yourself to me.” Cassandra did as instructed, now glad that she’d been cleansed and there would be no accidents. She bore down and felt it, felt the head slip inside of her and slowly advance. Cassandra felt pinned like a butterfly to a mat and dared not move.
“Just breathe,” her husband reminded her as she felt his greased pole slide inch by inch slowly inside of her. She grunted in the lower registers of her voice. She felt violated in a way she never had before. She broke out in a sheen of sweat that quickly cooled in the evening air. She felt a wave of nausea and for a moment she wanted to... to vomit...
“Eureka!” her husband crowed.
“Are... are... you... fully inside?” she tremulously asked.
“I am fully seated, my dear, and it is glorious! You feel like velvet and you are gripping me so very hard,” her husband enthused. He began to pump and she held herself as still as possible, afraid to move even a muscle. It hurt at first, her opening burned and the pressure was most uncomfortable but then it began to feel... it began to feel most... stimulating. She began to move back against him. She wanted him to take her harder.
She breathed the word, “Harder, harder,” as she pressed back against him.
This seemed to stimulate her husband greatly. As she urged him to pump harder, he bucked up against her a few more times and then cried out, louder than she’d ever heard him before. The servants in the kitchen below probably heard. Her husband groaned and collapsed over her. Cassandra smiled, enjoying the feeling of her husband’s body covering hers. She loved it, loved it all. The way he pressed into her, manfully directing the action, the pleasure they brought one another. She felt her love for him soar within her. Her husband had clearly enjoyed himself and she hadn’t minded his attentions in that area. She would definitely be willing to do it again.
Chapter 9
Cassandra had not left the house without her husband since their marriage. But she was becoming restless and decided to go to her favorite bookstore, as it was within walking distance. She had once browsed through a book there about some of the famous people buried in various graveyards around Great Britain. It had pictures of some of the graveyards and the statuary was most beautiful. If the book was still there, she wanted to get it for her husband in preparation for their upcoming little trip. It was Liesl’s day off and the German tutor was not coming, so it was a perfect day to go shopping.
But she suddenly recalled that she had no money. How was she to buy the book? She could put it on account; most shop owners were willing to do that but then her husband would have to settle the account and he might not be able to afford to do something he hadn’t budgeted for. She lay in bed thinking over the matter and then remembered her jewelry. She would sell a piece. Any one item would probably cover the cost of the book and keep her in spending money for a while.
After breakfast, once Frederic had left for work, she went through her jewelry. There were many nice pieces but the string of pearls struck her as possibly the most valuable. They were a very rare set, perfectly matched. She’d received it for her sixteenth birthday and had loved how it gleamed against her pale skin. Cassandra sighed; now was not the time for sentimentality. She put the pearls in their velvet bag and dropped them in the little purse attached to her wrist. She walked out the front door and headed toward the shops. Down the block from the bookstore was a jewelry dealer and she went inside.
Soon she was walking down the street with a hundred pounds in her wrist bag. She didn’t know if she’d gotten a fair price but the jeweler seemed honorable and knew of her family. When she’d looked at the pearls for sale, the amount she’d gotten had seemed fair. She smiled, she had more than enough for the book and would have enough left over to put aside for their trip. If they should come up short of funds, she’d be able to help out.
She tried to envision Frederic’s face as he fumbled to pay the hotel bill, just as he’d fumbled at the altar when asked to produce wedding rings. She’d open her bag and produce the needed funds. No, that might embarrass him. Instead, she would slip the cash into his hand and therefore solve the problem. When her husband asked where she’d gotten the money, she’d say she’d brought it with her from home, as if it had been hers all along... which it had... in a way. The pearls had been hers all along.
The bookseller remembered her from her forays into his shop before her marriage. He knew just the book she was describing and produced it immediately. He even had his shop girl wrap it for her. Cassandra browsed through the shop, she could lose herself for hours in a bookstore. There were many interesting books she’d like to read but now was not th
e time for extravagance. She promised herself that each time she sold a piece of jewelry, she’d buy a new book. Their library would grow, slowly but surely.
After she left the bookstore she ran in to some friends of her mother’s. They were sweet, elderly ladies who were delighted to see her and insisted she join them for tea in a quaint little café on the corner. As she started the walk home, she realized she’d been away from home longer than she’d planned to be but didn’t think she’d be missed. She was quite surprised when their footman pulled up alongside her with the carriage.
“Why hello, Wolfgang!” she exclaimed as he doffed his hat to her. He opened the door and lowered the steps and gestured for her to climb inside. She really preferred to walk, it was such a nice spring day and she tried to explain that to him but he shook his head vehemently and in a string of German words, with the occasional English word thrown in, he insisted she climb into the carriage and so to placate him she did. Within a couple of minutes, they were pulling into the portico and her husband came out of the side door, looking very angry indeed. The butler was behind him, looking most unhappy.
Wolfgang’s mouth was compressed into a tight line as he helped her from the carriage. He actually looked sorry for her. Frederic grabbed her by the upper arm. “Where have you been?” he thundered. Cassandra couldn’t understand where his anger was coming from. She’d never seen him angry before; he was always so calm and collected.
Before she could answer, he pointed for her to go inside. Her cheeks flamed with embarrassment as she ducked her head and walked past Wolfgang and Helmut up the steps and into the house. Her husband pointed up the stairs and she knew where they were headed – to his study. Once they’d crossed the threshold and he’d shut the door, he surprised her by pulling her to him and embracing her firmly and then swatting her on the bottom! He pulled away and held her by the upper arms.
“Where did you disappear to?” he yelled.
“Why Frederic, I just went shopping. We live so close to the shops that I walked. It was such a lovely day and I... I bought you this.” Frederic knocked the package out of her hands and it fell to the floor unopened.
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