Tempting Gemma 1

by Josie Litton

  2. Placement in a restrictive device, i.e. chastity belt, shackles, gag, other.

  3. Public performance of penance, exact nature to be determined by the disciplinary committee

  4. Extended period in the school stocks

  5. Other

  In the case of punishment regimens 1 and 2, class attendance and participation in all assigned activities will be maintained.

  In the case of punishment regimens 3 and 4, punishment will be carried out in the main courtyard of the school. Public viewing by the student body is compulsory. Staff is welcome to attend.

  In addition, miscreants may be subjected to: spanking, paddling, flogging, whipping, caning, and/or other at the discretion of the disciplinary committee.

  Such procedures, when carried out for disciplinary purposes, are not to be confused with standardized use of the same in the course of instruction.

  Welcome to the Mary Magdalene School for Young Females! You’ve taken the first step toward becoming the perfect you. We hope your time with us will be memorable!

  Appendix B

  Ardsley Manor

  From: Country Homes of England, 12th edition, The Right Honorable Maurice Rochford, Editor; pub. Wheedles, Ward & Company, London 2015

  Ardsley Manor is an outstanding example of the British Neoclassical school of architecture. Designed by the renowned 18th century architect, Fenton Delacroix the Elder, it is located near the ruins of the 14th century Ardsley Castle in Wiltshire. The property is one of the most extensive private land holdings in England and has belonged to the same family for almost eight centuries.

  Numerous members of the royal family and the Imperial British government, as well as heads of state and representatives of many other countries have been honored guests at Ardsley Manor. So, too, have many of the world’s leading financiers, industrialists, and technocrats.

  Although renowned for its architecture, the beauty of its gardens and the luxury of its appointments, Ardsley Manor also harbors a dark reputation. Shortly after its completion in 1789, it became the subject of rumors regarding the presence there of a branch of the infamous Hellfire Club.

  Local residents claimed that young women were imported from London and elsewhere for immoral purposes. On at least a dozen occasions, females were found fleeing the manor naked and in a state of hysteria. Local authorities deemed them to be women of ill repute and therefore not credible witnesses. They were soundly whipped for their effrontery and transported to Australia.

  In 1897, the diary of a young woman was discovered during renovations of an 18th century townhouse in the Mayfair area of London. In this journal, she claimed to have been present at the manor on one occasion and to have personally witnessed “all manner of debauchery and wickedness.”

  According to her testament, she was taken to the manor from her home in London shortly after her sixteenth birthday, forcibly deprived of her virginity by the then Marquess of Ardsley, subsequently required to engage in sexual congress with numerous men including in “vile, unnatural ways” and variously humiliated, beaten and otherwise abused over a period of several days after which she was returned to the city and dropped off naked in a public street.

  Efforts by scholars to identify the young woman, who wrote anonymously, have been unsuccessful although some believe that she may have been Lady Annabelle Withers, daughter of the Baron of Swanson who was known to have owed a large, unpayable debt to the Ardsley family.

  In an interview given two years ago, The Most Honorable Charles George David Bonville, present Marquess of Ardsley revealed that the Hellfire Club, Ardsley branch had existed but had been disbanded in the 1970s when the sexual revolution made the organization, as he put it, “redundant”. His lordship later denied having made any such statement.

  Although it has never been confirmed, letters in the possession of the Librairie de France appear to indicate that the Marquis de Sade was a guest at the manor during the summer of 1790 shortly after his release from the Bastille. The manor’s libraries are known to include various works by and about the Marquis including treatises on the subjects of flagellation, bondage and his personal favorite, sodomy.

  In addition, Ardsley Manor is home to a renowned collection of devices and furnishings dating from the time of the Inquisition to the present day. The family does not comment on the existence of this collection but access by scholars and other interested parties has been permitted.

  Unlike some of the great homes of England, Ardsley Manor is never open to the public. Visitors to the area are advised that trespassers are subject to physical injury, arrest and summary judgment before the local Crown Court, The Most Honorable Marquess of Ardsley presiding.

  Appendix C

  The Cabinet

  From the privately kept Ardsley Manor Household Inventory, vol. 13, 1802-1803

  Item: Cabinet

  Location: Study, ground floor, main wing

  In the style of: Chinoiserie

  Origin: London, workshop of Sheraton & Hepplewhite, 1802

  Materials: Black lacquer over walnut, ivory inlay with bronze banding, raised on carved claw feet, custom fitted interior

  Dimensions: 108 in. H x 60 in. W x 24 in. D

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  Gemma was not at all pleased when she discovered the contents of the tall ebony and ivory chinoiserie cabinet in Charles’ study. In addition to the paddle he used to punish her for being rude to Sister Ismay, its fitted shelves, drawers and compartments contained a great many other implements that filled her with trepidation.

  Dildos from the farthest reaches of the Orient were displayed on mirrored, velvet-lined shelves. In an exotic range of materials--jade, pink onyx, malachite, rose quartz--of various lengths and girths, some were smooth, others ribbed. There were even several appendages sculpted to resemble the imagined cocks of fantasy creatures. The large prick of a hippokampos, one of the sea horses who drew the chariot of Poseidon was particularly impressive, if not to say daunting.

  Fitted drawers held filigreed glass vials and porcelain jars filled with unguents and perfumes from imperial Persia and the legendary Spice Islands designed to increase arousal and prolong release. Gemma could not help but notice the addition of the devilish concoction acquired on their honeymoon.

  Black lacquered cedar boxes contained ivory ben-wa balls from Japan, inserted into the vaginas of geishas to maintain them in a perpetual state of arousal. They were accompanied by solid gold chopsticks studded with diamonds, ideal in pairs for use as clamps on both nipples and clit.

  Floggers made by the master leathersmiths of Spain hung in a tall, narrow compartment on one side of the cabinet. Their strands were interwoven with beads of amber, polished mastodon bone and the barbs of the rare alabaster murex shell.

  But worst of all to Gemma’s fearful gaze were the canes of varying thicknesses made from Javanese bamboo that occupied the other side of the cabinet. Some were intended for standard forms of chastisement on buttocks and thighs. But others, the thinnest and most flexible, were designed for the dreaded ritual of the bastinado.

  It was to this infamous practice that Charles turned when he decided that his lusty young wife needed help learning how to restrain her orgasms. No matter how hard she tried, she kept coming without permission. Clearly, it was his duty as a husband to change that.

  Next Discover how Charles disciplines

  poor, lovely Gemma

  in the scene that follows.

  Appendix D

  Gemma is Disciplined

  There really is no reason for you to go to such trouble,” Gemma said nervously. She was seated in an antique bastinado chair rumored to have been acquired for the manor’s collection from the estate of the Marquis de Sade himself.

  This menacing object occupied a shadowed corner of Charles’ study. So ominous was its appearance that she had never done more than glance at it nervously. Until, that is, she found herself within its clutches.

  Strapped naked in the high-backed wooden chair, wit
h her elbows and wrists secured to the arm rests and her legs stretched out straight in front of her, Gemma struggled to convince her husband that what he had planned really wasn’t necessary.

  “How I wish that were so, sweetheart,” Charles replied as he rolled up his sleeves and prepared to get down to work. “But we both know the problem. You keep coming when I tell you not to. It’s not that you don’t try; I can see that you do. You just don’t possess enough self-control.”

  He gave her a little pat on the head before securing her ankles in the attached wooden stockade. Her bare feet with her pink-painted toes protruded, exposed and vulnerable. As an added benefit, the stockade has the effect of spreading her legs wide.

  “But don’t worry, you’re going to get much better. It’s my responsibility to see to that. Now open your mouth. This going to require concentration. I don’t want to be distracted by all those lovely sounds you make.”

  The gag he fastened around her head contained a rubber protuberance intended to simulate a large cock. As she struggled to adjust to it, Charles went over to the cabinet and selected a thin bamboo cane.

  Returning to stand beside the chair, he flexed the cane as he said, “Did you know that the foot contains more than seven thousand nerve endings? That’s close to the number found in the clitoris which, by the way, is double what the penis has. If that isn’t proof of nature’s favoritism of females, I don’t know what is.”

  To demonstrate just what all those nerve endings could do, he ran the end of the cane along the arch of her foot. Her toes curled helplessly. Smiling, he did the same to the other foot. Gemma’s bare bottom squirmed in the hard wooden seat.

  “Some people will tell you that it’s even possible to make a woman come by massaging her feet properly,” he said. “Isn’t that amazing?”

  A gurgling sound escaped her. Charles laughed. “Of course,” he said, “nothing beats the direct approach.”

  Probing with a hand between her spread legs, he began stroking her sensitive little bud. “Is that good, sweetheart? Actually, you don’t have to tell me. I can feel how wet and swollen you are already.”

  Smiling, he continued stroking her as she fought her mounting arousal. Her nipples were painfully hard and her breathing had become ragged.

  “Don’t come, baby,” Charles said as he continued tormenting her.

  Gemma struggled valiantly to obey. She drew a mental topographical map of the continent of Africa complete with rivers and mountain ranges. She silently went over the periodic table, all 118 elements, including the atomic number and weight of each. She even recalled the entire list of infractions subject to corporal punishment that was posted throughout the halls, classrooms and dormitories of dear old Mary Magdalene.

  Nothing worked. Despite all that, she was right on the edge of release when Charles stepped back and delivered a sharp crack with the cane across the bare soles of her feet.

  The shock of the blow had its intended effect, ruining her orgasm.

  “That was five minutes,” Charles said, calling Gemma’s attention to the hour glass he had set up nearby. Flipping it to start again, he added, “Not bad but let’s try to get you to ten today, shall we?”

  He began playing with her already ultrasensitive nipples while rubbing the end of the cane between the lips of her swollen pussy. Meanwhile, the gag in her mouth had the effect of reminding her of how stimulating she found it to suck his cock. In those moments when he was most in thrall to her, she glimpsed a power that she longed to turn to more useful ends.

  As her arousal mounted once more, he repeated his warning. “Don’t come, wife. Not until I say you can.”

  Panting, she managed to hold off a little longer but she was once more on the very verge when he delivered a second, harder strike to the soles of her feet. The shock derailed her orgasm again.

  “Seven minutes this time,” Charles observed. “Still a way to go.”

  Poor Gemma’s stinging feet were nothing compared to the torment of her soaked, swollen cunt. She wanted to beg him to stop but the gag prevented any such effort. She could only endure as the devilish tutorial continued.

  Finally, on the fifth try, she managed at last to hold out for the required ten minutes. Charles was very pleased. He removed the gag and applied an unguent to her feet before massaging them tenderly and for rather longer than she thought strictly necessary.

  She was writhing in frustration when he released her legs from the stockade and moved it out of his way. With an engaging grin, he knelt in front of the chair to which she remained secured.

  As her eyes widened in surprise, he pulled her a little forward and said, “Such a good girl. You deserve a reward.”

  It required very few swipes of his tongue over her swollen clit to bring her to a screaming orgasm. So few, in fact, that he insisted on making her come a second and third time.

  Finally, when she was pleading with him to stop, he bestowed a smile of approval on her.

  “I think it’s fair to say that we’ve made an excellent start.” Standing, he continued, “We’ll repeat this as much as is needed.”

  His strong fingers made short work of the cuffs holding her in place. “Eventually, you won’t be able to come at all until I give you permission.”

  Steadying her on her feet, he chuckled. “How long shall I make you wait…?”

  Gemma moaned, torn between dread and shameful anticipation. Looking up at her handsome husband, she couldn’t help wondering what new and inventive torments lay ahead.

  ∞ ∞ ∞

  With the honeymoon over and the new couple settling in at home, Gemma discovers that her duties as Charles’ wife are many and varied as

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