Jane chewed on her lower lip as she followed his instructions. She placed her hands in front of her private region as she returned to stand in front of him.
“Do you see that piece of furniture against the wall, the one that looks like a narrow table? It is called a trestle. Bend over it. I am going to restrain you to prevent you from hurting yourself.”
“Papa?”
Philip pointed to the wooden platform and tapped his foot impatiently. Jane trembled as she leaned over the narrow surface and gasped as Philip skillfully restrained her hands with silken ropes, securing them to hidden hooks located under the edge. He then spread her feet apart and fastened her ankles to the table legs with long silken scarves, forcing her bottom into the air.
“Papa, I am truly sorry. Please…” Jane held some hope that she could beg her way out of serious punishment only to be answered with a sharp smack across her bottom. “Ow!” she yelped.
Philip made a tsking sound behind her. He placed the cool leather strap upon the smooth curves of her rear end and drew his arm back. The stroke landed straight across the field of her orbs and Jane cried out, wiggling to relieve the awful burn. A second, then a third stroke slashed against her flesh and Jane began to sob as she desperately wriggled, trying to save her bottom from further onslaught of pain.
She begged, “Please, please stop,” gasping for breath at each harsh blow. Ten lashes, each more biting than the previous one, left Jane’s bum flaming in pain. She hung her head in pure exhaustion—brought on by both her tears and the struggles to escape.
“We are not finished here, young lady,” he said firmly, releasing her from the restraints and wrapping his fingers around her upper arm. “Over my knee.”
“No more, Papa,” Jane pleaded, kicking her feet as he placed his palm upon her swollen, hot flesh.
“You’ve been a very bad girl and bad girls get spanked.” Philip said, smacking his palm firmly against her right cheek.
But then, he left it there. The warmth of his hand as he cupped her cheek actually felt good! He applied a second swat to the opposite side, and again cradled the tender mound in a soft hold. He returned to the right side, this time jiggling her flesh under his hand.
“Papa?” Jane was confused. What he was doing to her bottom was not at all unpleasant.
“Hush.”
Despite the remnants of pain from the strapping, Jane shockingly discovered that she was becoming aroused! How could this be? Without thinking, she started to lift her bottom and invite more spanks. Philip willingly obliged, continuing in hard, but slowly administered slaps that were instantly soothed by the same hand that delivered them.
Jane clutched Philip’s calf and spread her thighs slightly, no longer caring that his eyes could study her secret folds. Philip grazed his fingers down the backs of her thighs and then up the center, brushing her sex ever so slightly. Through the remaining sniffles, she began to moan, spreading her legs further apart to give him access to her body.
“Did you like what Usha did to you, Jane?” Philip asked, his voice heavy with lust.
“Yesssss,” Jane whispered, his fingers now making lazy circles around the inner folds of her sex.
He hooked his finger through her ring and moved it back and forth, and then dipped a single finger into her flowing garden. “You are so incredibly wet. On the bed, Jane. On your hands and knees.”
“What are you going to do?” Jane asked nervously.
Philip smacked her rear again, making her cry out. “Do you need another lesson with the strap?”
“No, sir!”
“Then obey me,” he ordered helping her to her feet.
Jane grimaced, reaching behind to rub her aching bottom. She looked up at Philip with big, sad eyes before turning to climb onto the bed. She shivered, holding her breath, as his hand ran over her sore backside and thighs, teasing her with the tips of his fingers. He gently probed her wetness and urged his finger into her depths, stretching and easing his long digit past the tiny opening and exercising care not to tear her maidenhead.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked with concern.
“No,” Jane panted, “I want more. I want…I want…”
“Do you wish me to take you, Jane? Do you want me to claim you as mine?” Philip’s finger grew more insistent as it pumped within her. His thumb hooked her ring and it moved with his hand, and Jane responded by pressing her forehead to the coverings and offering herself to him in full. She spread her legs wide to his ministrations, clutching the covers with her fingers.
“Yes. I need to feel you inside of me. Now.” Her words came out in harsh gasps as he continued to play with her ring and fuck her with his finger.
“Do you want to feel me here?” He wiggled his finger inside of her pussy, “Or here?” He pressed another finger against her tight pucker.
Jane moaned loudly, “Both! Stop torturing me and fuck me, Philip!”
“Fuck you? Where in the world did you hear such language?” he scolded lightly, pulling his finger out. “You need another spanking for that, don’t you?”
“Oh, Lord…” Jane mumbled as he began to spank her lightly. She did not hear his trousers being removed through the loud cracks of flesh meeting flesh. She stiffened when he unexpectedly pressed the tip of his cock to her moist opening.
“What…”
“Sush.” Gently, he urged the bulbous head inside the thin, velvety folds while continuing to spank her protruding buttocks. Jane felt her outer muscles grip his flesh; longing to pull him in; wanting more than just the tiny taste of his glorious manhood. He moved slowly, not yet penetrating the fullness of her virgin entrance, and made her beg for more as his finger returned to playing with her ring and starving clit. Her breath was shallow and raspy as her body began to stiffen and pull; preparing to launch into bliss. Jane sensed that he was waiting—waiting for that delicious moment when nothing else mattered. Waiting for the ethereal second when her spirit soared from her body and he cut through the air and then soared by her side.
She tensed and then opened her womb to receive him. Her cry of exhilaration joined a sob of pleasure as she felt her body topple over the edge of carnal joy, tumbling over and over in waves of trancelike stupor. Philip plunged fully into her hot, sweet tunnel and held still as her muscles clamped tightly around him—muscles that felt both shock and satisfaction with being filled to the hilt. With his pulsating manhood still buried inside of her, Philip returned his finger to moving her ring over her clit. She groaned and he began to slowly pump his rigid manhood back and forth, in and out, rousing her immediately for another surge of delight.
His strokes grew demanding, fast and hard, plummeting into her newly deflowered body as he claimed her as his. He slapped her ass several times, forcing her to lift her bottom higher into the air. His fingers dug into her hips, pulling her pelvis against his as he drew close to spending.
“Reach between your legs,” he commanded. “Pleasure yourself!”
Jane obeyed, no longer caring about demeanor, protocol, or any other silly thing that society would have prevailed upon her. Her fingers found the ring and the small, swallow nub beneath it, tickling and caressing it to the point that she tensed again. Holding her breath, she fought against releasing herself until Philip was prepared to join her.
He was close. His cock felt longer and thicker than when he had started, and his strokes rubbed sensuously against the roof of her inner womanhood. It felt different, this peak that was forming. It felt deeper, more intense and was definitely brought about by his hard movement within her. His chest was hot against her back and his warm testicles slapped across her swollen lips, all cumulating toward the sensation given by her fingers.
“Argh!!” both cried out as they crested together. He sunk deeply, filling her to the base of his shaft. Jane accepted him, clutching him, her body swallowing him to the very depths. His strokes slowed and with several final deep plunges, he bathed her soft sanctum with his seed.
Philip’
s long arms stretched out on either side of Jane’s kneeling body and he rested his cheek upon her shoulder, panting heavily as he recovered from the sensual play. Jane lowered herself to the mattress, weighed down by Philip’s body across her back, and smiled as he collapsed next to her.
Philip reached across to stroke her face. “Does it pay to be a bad girl?” he asked, lazily running his thumb over her lips.
Jane smiled sleepily, “I think it does. You are not angry with me, then?”
“No. I was disappointed that you had lied to me when it was clear you had been up to some sort of mischief. I also know that trying to confine you is a chore. Just be careful. I fear for your safety. There are things, and people, in this country that can bring you harm.”
“I cannot see any of these people harming me.”
“Not those of this country. I am speaking of the ones from ours. I do not trust the soldiers or the sailors that frequent the area. Please do not leave the grounds again. At least, not without me by your side.”
“I won’t. I do prefer to have you by my side during most of my adventures anyway. Philip?”
“Yes, my love?”
“Would it be wicked of me to ask that you pleasure me again with your mouth? I think I might be suffering from hysteria again.”
Philip lifted himself to his elbow and grinned. “Not at all. I found that as therapeutic as you did.”
“I doubt that,” Jane giggled, rolling to her back and opening her thighs to make room for him to join her.
CHAPTER 12
The low cut, puffy-sleeved gown fit Jane like a glove, its rich colors highlighting her dark auburn hair and lightly sun-kissed skin. After lifting the elaborate gold train from the hunter green underskirt and draping it over her left arm, Jane twirled before the large dressing mirror provided by Usha. The matching green corset embroidered with gold thread sparkled in the lamp light and crystal beads shimmered among the drapes of golden silk panels. A padded bustle lifted the heavy fabric from her bottom (an addition for which she was eternally grateful that particular evening) and her feet were adorned with soft, matching green slippers elaborately decorated with rhinestones and tiny mirrors. A waterfall of dark red tendrils wafted down her back, secured it in place with a hairpin stubbed with emeralds. Gold filigree earrings dangled delicately from her lobes and a necklace of a single shimmering cushion-cut emerald hung between her breasts—a gift from Uncle Rama.
“You look like a true Marchioness, my love,” Philip stated as he entered her chambers. He tipped his hat and bowed gracefully before her. He was so dapper in his black, long tailed silk dress coat, trousers and gold brocade vest.
“Oh, Philip! This dress is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Thank you.”
“I am glad this gown arrived in time. It was commissioned to Jean-Philippe Worth six months ago.”
“From House of Worth? In Paris?” Jane’s hand flew to her mouth. “Only the very wealthy and famous people wear his creations!”
“Yes, I know,” Philip looked pleased. “Rama used his position to help obtain it. Make certain to thank him.”
“Oh, I will! Wait.” Jane paused suddenly. “I stand before you dressed as a true lady, Philip. Does…does it frighten you? Are you going to leave me again?”
“Never again, my love. And no, this beauty does not frighten me any longer for I know that she who holds it, is mine,” Philip said, lifting her off the ground and turning in a slow spin with her in his hold.
Jane threw her arms around Philip’s neck and kissed him. “I do love you dearly. This is like living in a fairy tale. And you,” she stroked his smooth-shaven cheek, “you are my stately prince. Or, perhaps, a gentleman pirate. I find it very arousing.”
Philip kissed the cup of her palm. “Thank you, my lady. Rama warned me that the magic of India would transform my spirit and my body. He was correct. I am very happy here.”
“As am I. I am very eager for the night to begin. I have never been to a ball before.”
“Speaking of arousal,” Philip smiled, holding her at arm’s length, “how is your bottom?”
“My bottom is well hidden and padded nicely beneath the drawers, petticoats, bustle, back hoop, more petticoats and this fabulous dress,” Jane grinned smartly. “It is quite difficult for you to get your hands upon it.”
“Very amusing. How does it feel?”
“Like it has been chastised and then well loved, good sir.”
Philip folded her in his arms and kissed her lips. “Did I disappoint you? I had not imagined your first time to be so abrupt or brought about spontaneously by punishment.”
“How could I be disappointed? I am a creature of spontaneity and you left me forever wanting a repeat of the day. Is making love always so wondrous?”
“Even more than you can imagine. Usha will begin your training now that you’ve been deflowered.”
“What type of training? I don’t understand.”
“Usha will teach you the art of the Kama Sutra. She will help you with your flexibility, self-discipline, and your sensuality. She will also prepare you for things that I enjoy as well.”
“What kind of things?”
“I have exotic tastes,” Philip whispered in her ear before nibbling on the lobe. His mouth made its way along the side of her neck and Jane felt her legs start to wobble. “So much so that I asked Rama if I could outfit the cottage with some of my preferences.”
Jane raised her eyebrow. “What types of preferences?”
“I employ the use of different furnishings, such as the trestle and saddle chairs, among other such unusual devices. When it comes to passion, I have no restraints.”
“I am intrigued,” Jane admitted. “How does Rama know what you like? Do you openly discuss it?”
“He has been my mentor in the erotic pleasures for years and had introduced me to many exotic delights and personal peculiarities. The Kama Sutra describes how to spank a woman for erotic pleasure and he has taken it to a level that I can only hope to obtain.”
“It does?” Jane asked with surprise.
“Yes. In fact, he had me memorize the passage and encouraged me to practice it often, so be prepared.” He then held her at arm’s length, his face serious. “Please do not forget that you are always to call him uncle, Jane. It is the honorific in lieu of Raja.”
“Even tonight—in public?” Jane looked horrified.
“Yes, tonight and in public. Show him full submission at all times, even exaggerated in front of guests. Rama is a kind man, but he holds no tolerance for disrespect of any kind. I have seen him stop activities to take an errant wife to his chambers to discipline her.”
“Do his countrymen support his beating of wives?”
“He beats his wives about as much as I beat you,” Philip frowned.
“You don’t beat me,” Jane placed her hands on his chest and looked up into his eyes. “I would never accuse you of that.”
“Neither does Rama. Be careful of the words that you chose, baby. Words can be even more deadly than a weapon.”
“You sound worried,” Jane placed her hands on either side of his smooth face and pulled his lips to hers to kiss. “What is bothering you? I do promise to behave like a perfect lady.”
“I have no concern about your behavior, just your safety. When it comes to you, I am always worried. Janie?”
“Yes, Papa?”
“I love you. I just wanted to tell you that.”
Jane’s stomach fluttered with joy. She tried to remain nonchalant. “I know you do. I love you as well.”
“I want to make love to you again,” he mumbled as his mouth crushed against hers.
Jane giggled as he made a futile attempt to find a way under her skirts. “Believe me, it is quite impossible for you to seek access to anything under there. Perhaps after the ball. You can be my Prince Charming and sweep me off my feet when the clock strikes at midnight.”
“No, darling, I cannot.”
“Why not?”
Jane drew back, injured.
“Because midnight is past your ten o’clock bedtime. No arguments.”
“You’re mean. Balls do not even open until nine!”
“The Raj is opening early because he is allowing his children to attend. They are eager to join the festivities and he is providing them the opportunity for the first half of the event. The older boys will want to dance with you as well. Remember your manners and praise them.”
Jane smiled, “I shall do so. I look forward to seeing Lynette in the role of wife. She acts more like a child than I do.”
“You have yet to see the little girl part of her life, my love,” Philip said with a chuckle. “She provides her husband with many hours of spanking time. Are you ready for dinner? We will dine first with the royal family and then proceed directly to the ballroom to greet the guests as they arrive.”
“I am. Let me put on my gloves.”
“Save them for the dance when you are forced to hold hands with sweaty old men,” Philip advised. “You will not need them with this meal. It is to be served in the traditional style of India.”
“Wonderful!” Jane stuffed the gloves into her waistband. “I do so love eating with my fingers! Although,” she pulled his index finger into her mouth and sucked upon it, looking up at his surprised expression with twinkling eyes, “I enjoy eating off of your fingers even more.”
“You are becoming quite the seductress, aren’t you?”
“And to think,” Jane pulled his middle finger between her lips and began to thrust it slowly in and out of her mouth, “this is just the beginning.”
Philip’s cock grew hard, bulging against the snug material of his trousers. He slowly pulled his hand away and dabbed his forehead with a handkerchief. “I wonder if there is a treatment for men with hysteria.”
“Hmm,” Jane tapped her chin, “if not, perhaps we can invent one ourselves. Our own personal peculiarities, yes?”
***
The stage in the Palace’s ballroom was fitted with large mirrors, lounges, and rich carpeting. Lanterns of colored mica and mosaic glass sparkled in every corner, sending splashes of cheerful light against the polished floor and the happy guests. Refreshments, served in traditional tagines and upon silver, gold and copper platters, were available at every turn, and included mounds of sweet treats. Jane’s mouth watered as she was escorted past the towers of Turkish Delight, sugar coated fruit, cakes, pastries and miniature pies. Bowls of cold punch with large chunks of ice brought in on the giant ice boats were the centerpieces to tables laden with both traditional Indian and English foods. After seeing the amazing display of untried dishes awaiting her palette’s discovery, Jane regretted eating her fill during the quiet dinner with the Raja.
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