Lords and Ladies: Two Medieval Spanking Novellas

by Renee Rose, Korey Mae Johnson

  She bit her lip and let out a brave sigh. She turned around and looked up at him, nearly getting trapped by the sight of his bare chest with his defined shoulders and etched muscles. More heat came from her. She looked up at him.

  She could trust Talus. Certainly he was a grumpy old bear, but she had known that when she devised a plan to marry him. He would never betray her trust. If he said he could make her feel good, he would do it. She took a deep breath and let her fears go.

  She raised her lips to his, and he looked down at her, prepared to kiss her back. “You have to catch me, first,” she told him, and then with a push and a splash, she swam away from him, a mischievous smile on her face.

  He grinned at her wolfishly and then tore through the water after her.

  He was playing with her now; they splashed around in the warm water as the sun set around them. Eventually he caught her, and he grabbed her ass with splayed hands and pressed his lips against her mouth.

  This time, as he crushed her body against his broad chest, she didn't let the progression of his movements worry her, not even the hot manhood pulsing between their bodies. His body felt good to her, after all, and unless a horrible trick was being played on her, it would continue to feel that way.

  She figured that any moment he would pick her up and take her back to the cottage, but he didn't. He pressed her up against a stone towards the coolest part of the spring, and he found her folds with his finger. He pushed one of his thick fingers into her, and with his thumb he was doing something equally wonderful to the nub of her pleasure.

  Her lids hooded with ecstasy and she arched her back against the stone. He wasn't kissing her, wasn't talking; he was just watching her intently. When she moaned and even began panting, writhing against his touch, he put in another finger and thrust. There was a slight pinch, but no true discomfort; it went away in a second as he continued to thrust.

  He gave a slight moan as well and found her nipples with his mouth. He sucked on one of them, then, kneading the small pink pebble with his lips and tongue. “Oh!” she said, feeling lightness in her stomach. He glanced up at her. “Oh…” She bit her lip. Nothing had ever felt so good before. Nothing… The pleasure seemed to build on itself, growing and spreading through her.

  Suddenly, her eyes widened. She felt like she was losing control. “Husband!” she cried, digging her fingers into his shoulder. She suddenly clenched, unable to control her spasms, and with every spasm came a nearly numbing wave of pure pleasure. She was practically seeing double!

  Afterwards, she found herself panting. He looked extremely pleased with her. “What happened?” she asked him.

  “Just the beginning, my love,” he said, and moved his body next to hers. He pushed her up further on the stone and picked her up so that her legs crossed behind his hips. “Look at me,” he told her, his voice huskier than ever. His thumb was now replaced with his manhood, which he was pushing up and down her nub, recreating the madness within her.

  She looked down and he chided her, “Look at me, my angel girl,” and she obeyed.

  He placed his manhood at her entrance and helped her spread her legs wider to accommodate his girth. His manhood stretched her as he found her entrance and pushed himself inside of her oh-so-slowly.

  She closed her eyes, fluttering, finding that she wanted to pay attention to this feeling of fullness within her. The head of his penis stopped pushing, and seemed stuck in one spot. She gave a little puppy-dog whimper, grinding against him, wanting more of him. “I want more of you,” she cried out, reaching her chin up to kiss his shoulder.

  She felt drunk in a way, her inhibitions completely gone. She wanted anything Talus would give her. “More,” she begged.

  He grabbed her ass, and gave a firm push of his hips. She let out a surprised chirp; there was a pinch of pain, but then he held still. She put her hands over his chest, feeling him pant over her. “So… tight…” he breathed. She was about to apologize and blush, thinking she'd hurt him somehow. But then his eyes darkened as he said, “It… Feels… So… Damn… Good…” He began to trust deeper into her, and deeper.

  She threaded her fingers through his dark hair. His hands were everywhere, possessive as they gripped and rubbed against her swollen ass and her back. His motions became frenzied, and she found herself breathing along with him, grinding in tune with his movements to make the sensations even better.

  It was happening again. She held her breath, but she couldn't keep it from him.

  He gritted his teeth. “I can feel you clenching…” He looked like he was feeling more pain than pleasure; he pressed one of his hands to the stone over her head as her body began to spasm again. “I… can't… stop…” she said, excited about the pleasure coming to her yet nervous about losing control again. Her heart seemed to flutter… and then it happened.

  He thrust even harder as her muscles tensed and loosened over and over…

  Finally, he let out a roar, and she could feel him pulse inside of her, filling her with his seed. She could feel it inside of her, soaking her womb, and she had never felt so wonderful, so warm, so satisfied.

  She lay back and slowly dropped her legs from his waist. He kissed her forehead, looking exhausted. “That was everything I imagined it to be,” he told her, kissing her again, this time by the side of her eye. “How was it for you?”

  She stared up at him, satiated completely. She was the biggest fool in the universe—she had let her cousins keep her from this? “I can definitely see me following you around,” she simpered, biting her lip.

  He chuckled. “There's a lot of ground to cover. We still have a bed to break in.”

  She gave a loud, happy sigh and stared at the stars overhead. “I cannot wait.”

  * * *

  They did break in the bed… and everywhere else. She found herself rubbing up against him in the middle of the night, loath to wear any clothes to bed with him. The summer nights were warm during the day, but the wind blowing against the hills made them snuggle into each other in the night. More than once, they'd both fallen asleep while Talus was still inside her.

  He did teach her to do everything during the day while he worked on projects outside or worked on correspondence. He was a very patient teacher, happy to eat poorly cooked food until she gained her confidence and always happy to lend her a hand with anything she needed.

  When she became frustrated or snippy with him, though, she would always find herself bare-bottomed over his knee in no time at all. He wasn't patient with a poor attitude or disobedience, but she found that she liked this as well. She never felt like she lacked attention as she had so often at home, particularly between Talus' visits. She was rarely out of his eyeshot, and it was impossible to feel lonely with his laughing voice around her all day.

  She felt like they were playing house; everything seemed simpler in the cottage, just like she used to dream it would. The work was harder, but it felt more rewarding. She was happy, and she didn't miss the palace for a moment.

  They were making love outside well into September when they saw Nicklaus' horse trot up.

  Although they would visit the village below about once a week, Wenda was shocked to see a visitor at the cottage, and she felt embarrassed, hoping Nicklaus hadn't seen how they parted and the way she adjusted her skirts afterwards. She rushed into the house to get a plate of food ready.

  “Hm,” Nicklaus said, walking his horse by Talus. “So, things seem to be going well. Is that why you've cast me aside?” He jumped off his horse and embraced his friend for a second before Talus showed him where to tie up his horse. “You promised me you'd return in four months, and it's nearly been five! And I'd thought you wouldn't last a week! Isn’t it time for you to return?”

  Talus pulled his shoulders back. “And take her to your women? Never.”

  “What do you mean?” Nicklaus asked, his eyebrows squirming together with confusion.

  “I mean your sisters and your wife told my poor Wenda all sorts of horri
ble things about the marriage bed!” He explained what the women had told poor Wenda—about the pain and the humiliation and the shame she would come to. Nicklaus' mouth hung open, his own cheeks flushing. Talus went on to say, “And we're both less than excited to hear what they'll say when she's in her current state.”

  Nicklaus frowned, embarrassed and angry. “I didn't know they'd been quite that bad. I'll see to it.”

  “You'll see to it?” Talus asked.

  Nicklaus nodded firmly. “If it means you won't come visit unless my wife's sitting on a pillow at supper, then so be it!” Nicklaus declared, then added, “I miss you both horribly…”

  Talus laughed and gave Nicklaus a pat on the shoulder. “Trust me, a good bottom-smacking can work wonders. If we'd taken Wenda in hand earlier, she'd be running the entire world by now.” Unable to keep himself from boasting, he added, “She can do everything. When she becomes mistress of my new estate, she'll be a hard-to-please mistress with her own way of doing things.”

  “I'm glad married life treats you well. You've put on a full stone since I saw you last,” Nicklaus commented as Talus led him towards the cottage.

  “June was a little hard to get through, mayhap, but Wenda has been fattening me up since July like a prized sow,” he replied with a grin.

  When Nicklaus came into the cottage, Wenda greeted him with a happy chirp and bounced up to him to give him a hug.

  Nicklaus was flabbergasted and, after a short embrace, put her back down on her feet. He blinked and looked at her stomach, even reaching out to touch it. “Are you…?”

  She bit her lip and nodded, looking pink and happy, patting the budding-yet-obvious bulge. “I'm afraid my husband wasted no time.”

  Nicklaus slapped his forehead and turned to Talus. “That's what you meant by her 'current state'!” he pieced together. No wonder Talus was so eager not to take Wenda back to her family's home. “My word! Happy news! If you both had a happier look to you, I'm sure you'd start attracting rainbows. So strange, since this started on an off-note,” he added.

  Wenda pulled up her chin proudly and grabbed for her husband's hand as she replied. “Well, you see Cousin, when it comes to pure happiness—I was quite decided.”

  The End

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