by Powerone
Lord Michael let his hand roam over her upraised bottom cheeks, feeling her flinch in pain. “That's twenty five, twenty five more to go.” Her sobbing grew in intensity as soon as she realized that she had not even got half of the spanking. He let his fingers casually roam up and down her crack, standing in the way so Lord Henry didn't see his intentions. Anna did little to stop him except to tighten her cheeks, his prick jerking in pleasure at the thought of her cheeks clenching on his manhood. He let his finger trail down her crack, all the way down until he touched her womanhood, her sobbing increasing in intensity, her thighs tightened as she fought the urge to close her legs.
Anna sobbed as Lord Michael touched her intimately, wondering why her father didn't stop him. He was touching between her cheeks, his fingers sawing up and down her crack. He forced her to rise up higher, his fingers finding her womanhood, rubbing up and down her crease. She wanted so bad to close her thighs and end this humiliating fondling, but knew that it would only increase her punishment. And then she felt it, barely able to comprehend the feeling. She felt a rush of arousal between her legs. A wetness that she felt when her fingers did the same thing that Lord Michael's fingers were doing. She felt shame as his finger sawed up and down her slit, hoping that he didn't feel the moisture from her womanhood.
Lord Michael saw a gradual change in Anna. Her hips began to move gently from side to side, barely distinguishable. And he felt her heat, her womanhood opening up to his caresses, her juices beginning to flow, her bloomers moist with her arousal. He wished Lord Henry wasn't here, wishing he could plunge his prick into her virgin hole and make her scream in pleasure. His prick needed release soon, his balls aching in lust. He needed to find an available female to take his lust out on. But first he had to finish Anna's punishment. He began to lash back into her cheeks, his blows more powerful, her body dancing beneath his hand. He took out his arousal on her haunches, landing twenty five more powerful blows on her lovely bottom until his arm was tired. He left the room suddenly, his lust needing to be satisfied.
Anna could barely cry any longer, her throat hoarse from screaming out in pain. Lord Michael was beating her bottom with such ferocity that Anna feared for her life. It seemed like hours before he stopped, leaving as abruptly as he started. Her father brushed her skirt and petticoats over her bottom, Anna crying out as she stood up, her cheeks feeling like they were branded.
The ride home was silent, Anna barely able to sit down in the carriage. Nothing was ever said about the incident until Charlotte brought it up that night. Lord Henry had confessed to Charlotte that same night about what had happened. And his shame in not being able to stop Lord Michael from his evil task. He never forgave himself for it, taking his shame to the grave with him.
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"I don't know if I can control Lord Michael. He is coming to the house tonight and I fear the worst.” Charlotte tried to explain the situation to the girls. “Anna, you already had a problem with him last year and I'm not sure if he feels that it is settled. He might attempt to bring it up again. You will just have to submit to a punishment again in hopes that will be all that is required of you."
"Oh Mother,” Anna squealed. “It hurt so much when he spanked me last time. And it was humiliating when he hiked up my dress.” Anna didn't even mention the way he had touched her. Or the way she had responded. She was more afraid of her arousal than the punishment.
"It will be difficult, but you are both grown women now. You no longer have your father to protect you.
Jenna's mind began to race. Not in fear, but arousal. She had always looked at Lord Michael in a different way. Not like a father figure, but as a man. A dominant man. Ever since that night in the barn with the First Mate, her mind always conjured up fantasies where a strong man dominated her. Making demands on her. Sexual demands. And her submission to him. These mental images and the ivory dildo brought such delicious orgasms to her virgin body. Even going so far as to suck the dildo as if she was being ordered to. “Yes Mother,” Jenna responded. What would her mother have to do? Would Lord Michael take her in her own bed? Her mind raced with images of Lord Michael thrusting his rampant weapon into her mother.
Jenna knew that her life was going to change quickly and there was nothing that her mother or she could do to stop Lord Michael. She only hoped that he wouldn't find out her secret. The knock on the door startled all of them.
Charlotte got up and went to the door, but not before checking to make sure dinner was almost ready. She didn't want to have too much time before dinner, easier to hold a conversation while eating. She opened the door, Lord Michael standing there. She looked at him for the first time as a man, not as her husband's partner. He was handsome, many of the women in town allowing him the favor of their bodies. Was he as good in bed as the women said he was? He dressed impeccably, much better than Henry did. Henry was more interested in covering his body instead of looking good. And Henry had always failed to give Charlotte what she was looking for. An orgasm. Only Henri so many years ago had taught her the delightful pleasure, her fingers able to duplicate it, but with less intensity. “Good evening Lord Michael,” Charlotte bowing slightly in reverence to him.
"You look ravishing tonight Lady Charlotte. And you may call me Michael. I think we will become much more intimate in the future.” He looked at her, smiling as he saw her ripe body. Her dress revealed a wide expanse of very luscious cleavage, hoping that she wore it in an attempt to entice him. Because she succeeded in doing just that, his prick rising up to the occasion.
Charlotte blushed slightly. She hoped his term intimate didn't mean sexually, but his eyes seemed to be devouring her body. It was partly her fault, picking out her most risqué dress, the plunging neckline revealing more cleavage than Henry would have approved of. But she hoped that if Michael took an interest in her, he might leave the girls alone. She would sacrifice anything for her twins. “You make me blush Michael,” smiling sexily at him. “Come in, dinner will be ready in a few minutes."
Lord Michael followed her, watching the full hips and the gentle sway of her magnificent bottom. It seemed to almost beg him to touch it. He looked at the girls seated in the living room, Jenna and Anna the perfect specimens of virginal innocence. He smiled broadly at Jenna, but gave Anna more of a smirk. Tomorrow he would get the respect that he deserved from her. She would pay dearly for the humiliating slap she gave him. “It is a pleasure to see such beautiful young girls. A spitting image of the beauty of their mother.” He sat down, the maid already bringing him a brandy. His hand went to his crotch, not even attempting to hide the obvious shifting of his rigid member. It fact he did as much as he could to catch all three of the females attention, the girls looking and then turning away, Jenna taking longer to look away than Anna.
Lord Michael wasted no time with preliminaries, getting directly to the point. “The Magistrate has appointed me as Administrator of Lord Henry's estate. I heard that you had a,” pausing for a second “disagreement with your Barrister because of the outcome. The court would never allow a woman to control such a worldly sum of monies. You can be assured that I will take care of you in the manner you have grown accustomed to.” He could see the girls faces light up, Lady Charlotte less accepting at face value his response. “Lord Henry was more protective of the girls than I will be. You are both grown women now and need to learn your roles in life, not be protected from them. I will take this task on personally.” The girl's smiles vanished instantly. “You will be taught to respect and obey your elders.” He let this one sink in for a second before he continued. “And it will start with Anna tomorrow after school. I want you in the library as soon as you get home.” He saw her eyes begin to tear up. “We still have some unfinished business.” He saw Lady Charlotte's mouth opening, ready to defend her daughter. His voice rose up. “I demand absolute obedience from all.” Her lips closed. “I take the responsibility the court gave me very seriously and will spend considerable time here to accomplish that. I will take Lord He
nry's library to use while I am here. And I may stay some nights,” gazing at Lady Charlotte, “due to the late hour. I will be accommodated as I see fit. And where I want."
Jenna couldn't believe what he just said. Or at least what she thought he said. But by the surprised look on her mother's face she was thinking the same thing. He would decide whose bed he would sleep in. Who he would sleep with. The sudden loss of her innocence scared her, but it also aroused her far beyond what her tame dreams had conjured up.
Lady Charlotte had to do something. “I would be more than willing to accommodate you Lord Michael.” She looked at him, surrendering to him. “But my daughters are innocent, not versed in the worldly ways.” She had to protect them.
"They will be taught Lady Charlotte. Just as you will probably have to be taught in the finer aspects of the world. I feel that Lord Henry has also sheltered you too much. A pity. Such delectable female flesh withering on the vine.” He finished, not wanting any more discussion. “You may serve dinner now."
He dismissed them without any discussion, his decision final and absolute. Charlotte could do little except get dinner served. She walked out with the girls, her arms around them. “It's going to be all right girls,” though she didn't even believe it herself.
Dinner was almost surreal, Lord Michael taking the place of Henry as if he was always there. Charlotte feared what the rest of the night would bring, but Lord Michael acted as if they had been together for years, even joking with the girls. Anna tried to be sociable, but Charlotte knew that her mind was probably racing with thoughts of tomorrow when she would have to face the wrath of Lord Michael. They retired to the living room, Lord Michael excusing the girls with a flick of his hand. Charlotte found herself alone in the room with Lord Michael, sipping a glass of sherry while Lord Michael puffed on one of Henry's favorite cigars. They made small talk, Charlotte nervously replying.
"It is getting late Lady Charlotte,” Lord Michael making a statement of fact.
"One last thing Lord Michael. I am not sure how the financial arrangements will be handled. What am I to do if I require money?"
"All you have to do is ask Lady Charlotte. I can be a very generous man.” He smiled, taking a sip of brandy, a deep drag on the cigar pinned tightly between his lips.
"The girls need some new clothes. At their age they tend to need the latest fashions almost continually. I hope that won't be a problem.” Charlotte waited to see his response. Would it be that easy?
Lord Michael reached into his inner coat pocket, taking out a large black leather wallet. He peeled off four large bills, placing them on the table. “That should be sufficient."
Charlotte bent over to pick them up, grabbing them, noticing Lord Michael's eyes feasting on her hanging breasts. “That is more than generous.” She was surprised that he gave her so much. She got up, ready to show him to the door.
"And now Lady Charlotte. Show me your bedroom.” He said it without any change in the tone of his voice, almost as if she had expected it.
She looked at him, not sure if she heard what he had just said. “My bbbbedroom,” she stammered, taken back by the words.
"Yes. It is late so I am spending the night. And with my liberal generosity, I expect you to reciprocate in kind.” His face was covered in a broad smirk, his prick throbbing to be released from his trousers. Soon he would possess the one thing that he could not for the last twenty years. Lady Charlotte. He could see her hesitation. He added. “And you can see if you can persuade me to be lenient with Anna tomorrow."
His last sentence was all that was needed to secure her cooperation. She would do anything to help Anna and Jenna. Anna was in the most peril. Charlotte had already done things with Lord Bishop that she never fathomed she could do. Now it would require the same degree of cooperation on her part with Lord Michael. At least the girl's bedrooms were a long way down the hall.
"This way.” She walked off to her bedroom as if it were her last time, hearing Lord Michael behind her, imagining the way his eyes must be devouring her from behind, Charlotte self conscious of the way she walked. She opened the door to the bedroom, glad that she took a lot of the personal effects of Henry from the room as if she knew that this would happen. She had to put that part of her life behind her and devote her every effort in helping her daughters in the cruel world just as Henry would have done. Her own large bed loomed so ominously in front of her. She had never shared this bed with anyone but Henry.
Lord Michael looked around the room, the massive bed with high posts in each corner, the upholstered bench at one end, a small couch and chair filling the room. All would be suitable for what he had in mind. “A very nice room Lady Charlotte.” He walked over to the couch, sitting down after taking off his coat and tie. He got comfortable. “Change into something more comfortable.” He paused for a second. “And sexy.” His hand reached down to his crotch, his fingers outlining his rigid prick. “I expect you to take good care of this."
She looked at his hand, his fingers curling around the formidable weapon, much bigger than Henry's. Even bigger than Lord Bishop. Strange, she thought, all of a sudden Charlotte was distinguishing between sizes of members. She blushed at the thoughts that were racing through her head. She closed the door behind her, secure in the privacy of the bathroom. At least for now. She opened the cabinet, putting back the nightgown she had previously chosen for tonight, taking out a special one that she had for nights she hoped to convince Henry to join her in lovemaking. It was long but sheer, going almost all the way to her ankles. It was peach colored, going nicely with her skin. She took off her dress, slowly stripping off her undergarments until she stood naked in front of the full length mirror. Lord Michael was right. She was still ravishing even at her age and in spite of having two full grown daughters. Though gravity had taken its toll on her breasts, they were mature and full, capped with large red nipples that contrasted starkly with her white skin. But what were most remarkable were the large brown areolas that circled the erect nubs. It looked as though they were drawn to bring the eyes toward the red nipples that begged to be suckled. Her waist was still thin, an hour glass figure, full hips built for child bearing. She turned sideways, tightening her buttocks. She turned back towards the mirror, her eye gazing down to the neatly trimmed bush that teased the beholder with what lay beneath it. She spread her legs slightly, the tight muscles of her thighs begging to squeeze a man that lay between them. The moisture began to ooze along her thighs. Charlotte felt some shame, but more arousal. What would it feel like to be penetrated by Lord Michael's prick? She dabbed a bit of perfume between her cleavage, putting the bottle back down on the counter. She changed her mind, dabbing a bit at the juncture of her thighs, a devilish smile appearing on her face. What was she thinking?
She picked up the nightgown, sliding it over her smooth, silky skin, feeling the fleshy nub of her nipples swell as the sheer fabric slid over them, caressing them as a man would do. She stood before the mirror, her ripe, full breasts pushing out the front, her nipples displayed so prominently, the dark areolas revealed beneath the sheer fabric. Her gaze fell to her loins, her bush pushing out the front of the nightgown, the dark patch highlighted beneath. She spread her legs, feeling her love juices. She could hear Lord Michael in the other room, his impatience growing. She opened the door, Lord Michael still in the chair waiting patiently for her.
He searched the room while she changed, finding most things he would need. He carefully laid them out so they would be convenient when the need arose. He would bring his toys when he came tomorrow, needing them for Anna's punishment. The door opened, Lady Charlotte appearing as if she were an angel, the sheer nightgown doing little to hide her considerable charms, doing more to entice. He watched the gentle sway of her titties as she walked, not failing to see the erect tips that pushed out the front. Was she aroused by this union? She stood before him as if she were a servant girl brought to service him. He inhaled the sweet smell of lavender, his prick rearing up in lust. He want
ed to see how submissive she would be. Like mother like daughters. “Lace your hands behind your head. Thrust out your luscious bosom for my viewing pleasure.” He waited, seeing the reluctance in her eyes as she tried to contemplate her fate. Her hands gradually moved up, her dainty fingers intermixed to sit behind her neck, her elbows drawn out to the side. His prick jerked in pleasure as her firm titties stood up high on her chest, her back arching to push her swollen nipples out.
She finally relented, her arms going up, her back arching as she posed provocatively for him. She could feel the blood pulsating in her erect tips, pounding so loud that she could almost hear it. His eyes were transfixed on her breasts, his hand in his lap absently stroking his member. She waited to see what he would require of her next, not having to wait long before his voice boomed his next command.
"Spread your legs. Wide. Tease me with the naked treasures hidden beneath that lovely nightgown.” His hand rubbed his prick from the tip all the way down to his heavy ball sack. He felt his prick grow in his trousers, wanting to be released, wanting to feel Lady Charlotte's soft hands wrapped around it. Or even better her wet, silky lips. He squeezed the bulbous head of his prick when her legs spread, able to make out the vee between her thighs, her bush clearly visible. He longed to have his prick snuggled into her hot, tight hole, sure that Lord Henry had not used her very much. “Turn around and stop. Keep your legs spread. I want to see that lovely behind."
No matter how embarrassed she was, she obeyed like a trained dog. It was the only hope she had for Anna. She spread her legs, her bottom thrust out almost obscenely for him to gaze upon.