by River Belle
Was the Duke implying that he intended to marry me? Surely not! I almost hated myself for allowing the thought to enter my mind. And yet… it was really rather difficult to read the letter in any other way. And what a strange phrase: ‘adopt you as my wife’. Something about that sounded wrong, but what was it?
As for the garment contained within the parcel, all I had was this handkerchief… I sat down on my bed and opened out the fabric, a terrible realisation dawning upon me. This was not a handkerchief. It was a white lace nightdress. I held one of the tiny, delicate straps between my fingertips, my hands shaking, having never touched a material as fine and fragile as this before. I looked closely at the intricate lace pattern, seeing that it bore a pattern of white lilies, a symbol of innocence, and I swallowed hard to think he wanted me to wear such a thing.
Suddenly, a great anger coming upon me, I scowled and threw the nightgown onto the floor. I stamped on it with my dirty shoe and let out a wild growl. How dare the Duke instruct me to wear such a thing? I was not his object, to be used however he wished. He had not bought me to be his cheap courtesan, existing only to pleasure him until he lost interest and bought someone else’s favours. I was a living, breathing human being. I was not some… some harlot.
And yet… looking at the lacy object had aroused my suspicion. What might I look like in a skimpy little outfit like this? The Duke obviously saw something in me, something he desired. Would it hurt to just try the dress on, if only to laugh at his ridiculous dress? He was not to arrive for another half hour or so yet. I would have plenty of time to change into this thing, and then put my normal, raggedy old clothes back on before he arrived.
I made sure my door was closed properly, in case Rory or some servant boy was lurking outside, and I hung an old shawl over the door handle so that nobody might peep through the keyhole. Then, I removed my dress, looking with dismay at my dirty, rough skin, thinking that even if the Duke was to see me like this, he would no doubt be revolted with such a young commoner. I lifted up the lace off the floor, and was even more dismayed when I saw I had left a dirty mark on it, and had even ripped the lace on part of the bodice.
I pulled the nightdress over my skin, wondering at the beautiful softness of the fabric, feeling like I was wrapping myself in angels’ wings, until the dress was hanging off me delicately, sweeping out slightly at my thighs, but pinched in at the waist, showing off the fullness of my figure. I gasped as I looked at my breasts. They were held firmly and securely in the lace, pert and buxom, and looked almost twice the size they looked normally, without any fancy brassiere like the one sewn into this garment. There was, however, one problem, which was that the hole I had ripped was in fact in the bust of the dress, and my left nipple poked clean out of the fabric, my pink, puckered skin looking like it was breaking out of the dress, straining out as if desperate to be touched by some caressing finger.
Suddenly, I heard a creak behind me, and saw the door opening. Into my chamber walked my Master, the Duke, and his eyes were drawn immediately to my near-naked figure.
‘My my, Nellie,’ he said, closing the door behind him, his eyes running down over my bust, then down to my flat stomach, and my long, lean legs.
‘I came here early, as I couldn’t wait, and now I can see I was right to be impatient.’ He licked his lips and took a step towards me, but then, suddenly, his gaze darkened. ‘What’s this?’ he asked, looking at the rip in the fabric, exposing my nipple, which was shivering in the cold and hard as a button.
‘Looks like someone’s been a little ungrateful with their new present.’
He took another step forward, and then reached out to touch the tear in the fabric. ‘What terrible behaviour,’ he said, his fingers running around the edge of the tear now, encircling my nipple, making it stand even further on end, erect and desperate for his touch.
But, suddenly he pulled his hand away. ‘I had hoped you might have grown up a little on your eighteenth birthday, Nellie,’ said the Duke, looking down at me like a scolding parent. ‘But it seems you still need to learn some respect, little one.’ He sat on the edge of my bed and patted his knees. ‘Time for your punishment, my girl.’
‘Punishment, sir?’ I asked, crossing my arms, trying to hide my naked nipple, but to no avail.
‘Don’t answer me back, you naughty little thing,’ said the Duke. ‘I’m going to teach you a lesson now.’ He grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards him, and I submitted to him as he pulled me across his lap, my rump in the air. ‘Now then, Nellie,’ he said, his strong, firm hands stroking the lace stretched across my backside. ‘It’s time for Daddy to spank some manners into you.’
Chapter 6
The Duke began lifting the lacy fabric up over my backside, until my plain white knickers were on display. I say they were white, but they were so old and poorly washed that they were more like a horrible shade of grey by now, and I felt embarrassed for him to see me like this. The embarrassment distracted me from my anger for a moment, but when I felt him pulling back my undergarments, revealing my bare buttocks to the air, my anger returned.
‘How dare you…’ I began.
Swiftly, the Duke removed my knickers and pulled them down over my ankles, letting them drop to the floor.
‘That’s better,’ he said. ‘That’s much better.’ He gently stroked the bare skin of my buttocks, while making a strange, low noise at the back of his throat, and I became aware of the sensation of something hard, pressing up into me from his lap.
‘Now I’m going to punish you,’ he said, in a strange, throaty voice, and peeled back the lace dress further, revealing my naked buttocks to him in their entirety, like an enormous split peach lying down on top of his strong thighs. With a final squeeze of my buttock, I felt the Duke lift his hand away from my flesh, and then, after what felt like an eternity of waiting, I felt his heavy hand come smacking down onto me.
My mouth opened soundlessly and my eyes widened with the pain of the strike. Little needles of red hot sensation spread out from his fingers across my flesh. I had not expected him to hit me so hard. Then, without any warning, he lifted his hand again and brought it down with a hard, snapping thwack sound on my bottom, even harder than before. I felt my flesh pucker underneath him, as my body struggled to react to the pain it was experiencing.
‘Oh my…’ I stuttered. I did not know whether I was angry or grateful.
‘It seems perhaps I am spanking some sense into you, little one,’ said the Duke, and on the word spanking I felt that strange, hard object, pressing up from between his thighs, prodding me in the stomach again. It felt as though he had a wooden rod down there!
My thoughts were broken by another slap.
‘Oh, sir!’ I cried, as my whole body shifted forward with the power of the smack. I closed my eyes and took the pain, as it radiated around my buttocks, and through my core, all the way round to my little quim which shivered underneath me, so close to his rough hands.
‘Call me Daddy,’ he replied, in a strange, strained voice.
‘Daddy,’ I mumbled quietly, my cheeks reddening. It was a word I had not uttered for many years, and yet it felt strangely good to say it. Like I had a new protector, like the Duke was looking after me somehow. ‘Daddy!’ I cried out, my eyes gleaming.
I could feel the flesh of my bottom swelling and reddening with each slap as the Duke taught me his lesson, and I felt that maybe, just maybe, I was feeling some of that rebelliousness beginning to seep out of me. Each slap had started to make my pussy began to beat with pleasure, with anticipation. I knew he was looking at me there, because with each strike now he was pinching my buttocks and pushing them up so that he could see that secret little place. I knew that I had started to glisten for him.
‘Oh look,’ he said, ‘it seems like someone’s little sex is positively glowing with all this attention.’ I felt his fingers walking their way back along my rump and settle on the inside of my thighs. ‘I suppose for a bad girl like
you, getting smacked on the behind must have made you wet with lust.’ His strong fingers started to slowly stroke the lips of my rose, smoothly stroking my sweet little organ, causing even more nectar to spill from inside me, as I became entirely consumed with a burning passion.
‘Yes, Duke,’ I whispered, completely beside myself with lust. What was happening to me? How had I managed to abandon my morals so very quickly? Why was I letting this brute treat me like this? I could still feel the sting from his hand on my behind, and the memory of the pain mixed with the utter pleasure his hands began to gave me. His finger was the first part of anyone save me to enter the space between my legs, and his hooked, probing fingers discovered for the first time how soft it was inside me, how hot and how quivering my pussy was. He began to slide his thick, wide-knuckled digits into me while making little deep groaning sounds. I could feel my wetness starting to coat his hands, as he plunged a second finger into me.
‘What a tight little kitty my baby has,’ he murmured to himself, as he started to push harder, deeper into me. My body began twitching as he explored me, and with each confident pound of his fingers, I gave myself more and more to him, to his mastery, to his power, to his perversion. I now imagined him striking my behind again and again as his fingers stretched my flesh, then, suddenly, he moved his other hand to a space just above my opening, to what now felt the centre of my sexual power, and he began to wetly slide his fingers over a hard nub of flesh there. The pleasure, the surprise of it, was like flowers opening at the speed of light in my mind. I felt streaks of hot joy spread instantly over my body and then, black spots appeared in my vision as I began to buckle on top of him, and finally, without thinking, my mouth made a word that I’d never said before, and I exploded with pleasure, as my entire body stiffened and relaxed.
‘Fuck,’ I gasped, my body collapsing over him.
‘Careful,’ said the Duke. ‘Or I’ll need to spank you again, with language like that.’
I could not help but smile at the thought of that, but my pleasure was quickly interrupted by the feeling of something cold and smooth, parting the lips of my pussy and pressing up inside me.
‘I’m inserting a pair of glass beads into you now, my dear,’ said the Duke, gently pushing the smooth, round objects into my moist, sensitive passage.
‘You have been such a good girl for me, taking my punishment like you did, that I want to give you a reward. You shall walk around my manor house wearing your lace nightdress, with these glass beads jiggling around inside your little quim, giving you pleasure, so that tonight, when it is time for me to take you, to make you my wife, you will be very wet for me indeed.’
The Duke lifted me by the waist, and placed me on my unsteady feet, and I felt the beads jiggle around inside me, my little pussy muscles clenching around them.
‘Ah yes,’ said the Duke, watching my expression change as I felt the beads moving around inside me. ‘You’ll find yourself… how shall I put this… tensing up a little as the beads knock back and forth in your sweet little kitty. If we leave them in for several hours, it will make you all the tighter, and all the sweeter, when I finally enter you tonight.’
I thought he was about to leave, but, suddenly, he pulled a large length of white fabric out from his jacket pocket. Was it another outfit for me to wear?
‘Lie down,’ ordered the Duke, pointing at the bed.
He placed the fabric down on the bed and told me to wriggle down onto it.
‘I understand that Baby is going to be rather turned on by the present Daddy has given her,’ said the Duke. ‘In fact, Baby is going to get very wet down there indeed.’ He began tugging the fabric over my thighs, tying it at the groin. ‘So Baby needs a nice big diaper.’
Oh my goodness! He really was putting a diaper on me! And he was doing it up so tight. I could barely feel the circulation in my legs for a moment. My goodness! It pressed so firmly upon my bladder, and upon my sex. It made me tingle, and pushed the glass beads around inside me as I wriggled around inside it, making me cry out with pleasure.
‘Now be good, Nellie,’ said the Duke, looking down at me and smiling. ‘And I will see you later.’
With that, he spun around and exited my room, leaving me lying there, trembling, the moisture dripping between my legs, onto the square of fabric covering my kitty.
‘Oh, just one more thing,’ said the Duke, putting his head around the door for a moment. ‘Don’t even think about putting any more clothes back on now. I want all the other servants’ eyes on you in your little diaper, all day, as you work in the house. I want them to know what a ravishing little beauty I have here in my service, and what a lucky man I am, that I get to fuck her tonight. Goodbye, my dear.’
I felt the beads quiver in my kitty as the Duke slammed the door shut, and I almost rolled off my bed and dropped to the floor that second, desperate to touch myself and add to the burning pleasure that was already building back up inside me, but I knew that there were potatoes to peel, and I had no choice but to do as my Master had said, and go out there and peel them.
Chapter 7
In the kitchen, I found myself moving more slowly than usual at first, as every movement caused a vibration in my pussy, making me gasp with erotic lust, arching my back in sheer pleasure as I peeled the potatoes. The cook shook her head at me in disdain, but Rory’s eyes looked fit to pop out of his head. I don’t know why, but he seemed to enjoy the sight of a girl in a diaper. Or maybe it was my red cheeks that he liked, and my lips, swollen and wet with pleasure.
‘Can I do anything to help you, Nellie?’ he asked, lingering beside me, but the cook was quick to snap at him. ‘Get out of here , boy,’ she said. ‘You’re slowing her down. Nellie. Chop them spuds at double-speed, would you? And then go and fetch me some hot water.’
I bit my lip as I began to move faster, the beads jiggling faster than ever, building me up to some terrible climax, so that I was barely able to stand up any longer as I worked. When I finished the potatoes, I walked quickly along the floor to go and fetch the hot water, but had to stop halfway, grabbing on to the windowsill, my knees weak as I felt myself about to come.
‘I’m sorry, cook!’ I cried, my legs giving way, my lips trembling. I let out an almighty moan and succumbed to the power of my orgasm, the juice running quickly down into my diaper. I could feel it, clear and wet, like drool. ‘I’m so sorry,’ I panted, managing to walk again, hurrying to get the hot water, but already feeling another climax creeping up on me.
‘Oh, I can’t work like this!’ I cried.
‘What’s wrong with you, you little hussy?’ the cook cried. ‘First you come in here wearing the most brazen little prostitute’s outfit I’ve ever seen. And quite frankly those undergarments look rather like a diaper! Then you start moaning and groaning and falling all over my floor as you work!’ She shook her head. ‘Dear me, the young ‘uns of today.’
‘I’m sorry!’ I cried, running out of the kitchen, holding on to the bannister as I rushed up the stairs, desperately looking for the Duke, to ask him if he might take pity on me and let me release the glass beads a little early. I had become a huge tangle of lust since he had put them into me, like a was a machine with only one object: to satisfy myself, over and over again, and I couldn’t take it any more. I was like an animal on heat. I was a disgrace.
I ran up another flight of stairs, crying out at the pleasure the beads were giving me, and I was so distracted by lust that I burst right into the Duke’s enormous chamber, catching him lying on his four-poster bed, completely stark naked, with a huge, almighty staff of flesh sticking right up between his legs, and one of his hands placed around it, gripping it firmly as he tugged at it.
‘Oh, I’m sorry sir!’ I cried, trying to turn around again, to get out.
‘Come back,’ the Duke growled urgently, and I turned back to look at him. His body was so tight and muscular. He had the most perfect pectoral muscles and the hardest-looking abdomen I had ever see
n. Granted, I had only ever seen the servant boys half-naked, washing themselves in the old tin bath in the cellar once a month in the evenings, but still. This man was a god in comparison to those boys.
The Duke got off the bed and stood up to face me, his great staff of flesh sticking right up, on end, as if standing to attention. I noticed that the end of it was a slightly darker colour, and a little fleshier than the rest, and I wondered what it might feel like to insert something so big and strong inside my moist little kitty…
‘I see you could not wait for me,’ said the Duke, smiling. ‘Well, as you can see, our encounter this morning has got me rather excited too.’ He looked down at his fleshy rod, and took hold of it, stroking it slowly as he continued to speak to me. ‘I had hoped we could do this romantically,’ he said. ‘I could have lit some candles, prepared a bath for you, tied you down nice and securely and fucked you as hard as I could while you begged for Daddy’s mercy…’ He grinned. ‘But I can’t wait for all that now,’ he said. ‘I have needs. I need to spill my seed into you, Nellie, and I need to do it this minute.’