Held Down

by Pamela Prim

  He released her and said, “Now let that serve to remind you to mind your manners.”

  There was a knock on the door Clarissa hastily yanked her skirts straight and lifted a hand to her carefully arranged hair. He opened the door and said, “Yes?”

  “We’ve found the young lady’s reticule, Sir. It seems a rather large woman had sat up in it.”

  “Oh, of course.” He took her reticule while she fumed, opened it and held her ticket out. It was punched quickly, with the conductor not even looking at the front of it where it was written that she had a cheap seat.

  The conductor left and she said, “Well, I will just be on my way.”

  “Your luggage is here,” he said, pointing to the door, still slightly ajar, and the valises beside it.

  Her face went hot again. “I see.”

  He said, “The compartment is much more comfortable than the seats. If they load on more people, and they shall, you may find yourself standing for much of your journey.”

  “Well, I can’t stay in here with you, Sir!”

  His eyes were a warm and bottomless brown. Her whole body responded to them, and to him. He said, “But why not?”

  She lifted her chin. “For obvious reasons, of course.”

  He said, “Well, there is a second berth, there, above. That bench that makes the lower berth is far more comfortable and longer and wider than any seat out there, but have it your way. Now, if you would like to accompany me to the dining room to have some luncheon I would be happy to pay for your meal.”

  Clarissa paused, torn. He’d just spanked her as if she were a child and she was having a very odd reaction to both that and him, and she wasn’t sure she liked any of it. But she was sure that she wanted the chance to find out if she hated it.

  Besides, she was off on an adventure! Once settled into her new home she might have to wait years to meet the neighbors in a good way, and she would likely be very lonely again. As lonely as she had been for so very long. He was older, so spanking her had likely been a fatherly thing to do.

  Besides, the idea of luncheon was appealing. She’d packed cold sandwiches and then she’d left the basket sitting in the kitchen. Those rotten mean people who’d taken over her childhood home were probably eating the boiled eggs and the jam-and-butter sandwiches right then.

  She’d been living very meanly for a very long time. Since her father’s death and the sale of the stove she’d subsisted on warm tea and the leftovers from the funeral feast as well whatever she had to eat before it went bad. She’d had little in the way of hot meals and her young and healthy body demanded she say yes.

  CHAPTER 3:

  Luncheon had been delicious. Her companion, who introduced himself as simply Paul, was equally delicious. He was educated and polite. He was also devilishly handsome, and when his hand accidentally brushed hers, or his knees pressed against hers for just a moment little thrills shot through her entire body.

  Their conversation turned quickly to her and she had tried to avoid too much discussion on the subject. She didn’t want to talk about the future at all; she had no idea what it held really. She did allow herself to discuss her past and when she said she had a reputation for being too sassy, and that that reputation had been unwelcome to both her parents, and prospective employers, he’d said he wasn’t a whit shocked by that fact.

  Back in the compartment Clarissa took a seat and stared out at the rolling scenery. Hills had been replaced by flat grassy land and small villages huddled past the tracks, and blue sky had replaced the black clouds of coal smoke.

  Paul said, “So, are you on your way to a better position then?”

  “I am.”

  He said, “Then perhaps I can help you.”

  She gave him a skeptical look. “How so?”

  “You are far too impudent. You really must need to learn how to behave properly.”

  There was a glint in his eyes that made her body ache. She said, “I see. I suppose you may be right but you are hardly going to be able to teach me a lesson, Sir.”

  His eyebrow lifted, “I thought I already had.”

  A naughtiness filled her. This was a game of sorts and she knew it. That freedom of hers was new but she wanted to embrace it and this adventure she had been handed. There might never be another one like it, after all.

  “I assure you that you haven’t.” The words were carefully chosen for maximum sauciness.

  He came closer. His bay run lingered on the air and his eyes met hers. His teeth, very white and square, showed between his full lips. “I assure you I intend to change that fact then, Miss.”

  She gasped out, “Indeed Sir, and how shall you ever manage that?”

  He pulled her up from the berth. Her feet came off the floor and her body shook as he said, “I think we will start here.”

  His mouth came down on hers; hard. His lips were warm and firm but soft. Hers yielded below that kiss and then his tongue thrust into her mouth, making her whimper and wriggle against him. A thick hardness on his trousers caught her attention and she managed to break out of his embrace for a moment to stare downward at the plump and full outline of his cock, fully visible within his tight fawn-colored trousers.

  His hands undid her buttons so quickly she was stripped bare before her thoughts could fully form. Her skirt, waist-shirt, and petticoats landed in a crumpled heap on the floor, leaving her in only a thin chemise and her frilly underpants.

  Then those were gone too.

  Clarissa was unused to being nude, and she had never been nude in the presence of another person. Her hands went upward then down as she sought to hide herself from his gaze but he caught her hands and then she was facedown on the berth.

  Paul said, “Now I am going to teach you to be less saucy.”

  His hand came down on her bottom. Her ass jerked high up in the air and she cried out, her face buried in the small pillows on the berth. Her fingers clawed at the berth’s covering, disarranging them.

  The spanking was a torment and an exercise in ecstasy. His hand came down hard, sometimes he hit with his palm, other times he used his entire hand a long bands of pain radiated out from the marks his fingers left on her pale and rapidly reddening flesh.

  Juices flowed down her inner thighs from inside her swollen inner folds. The outer lips were covered in those juices, and slippery and when his fingers ran down the crack of her bottom, tapping gently at the flesh there so that her legs parted of their will, those fluids lubricated and coated his fingertips.

  He stroked his fingers up and down the seam of her pussy. Her breath hitched in and out. Paul said, “Now, I want to hear you say you are going to be far less sassy from now on out.”

  “I’ll try,” she gasped.

  “I see.”

  Another hard smack. His free hand cupped her fullness and squeezed, putting pressure on her clit and making her toes dig into the berth. Her eyes widened as pleasure coursed through her. She knew he wanted her to behave, but that they were both enjoying her near-refusal to do so. She said, “I suppose I could try harder. I am just not sure I want to.”

  The next slap to her bottom sent her spinning toward orgasm. Clarissa had no idea what that delightful heat, the tightening within her body, meant. All she knew was that she wanted more of it.

  “Tsk tsk, young lady,” Paul said.

  He slid a finger into her depths, testing the tightness of her walls. Clarissa wriggled and thrust backwards, trying to get more of him inside her body. Her limbs shook and her inner walls opened and parted as he added a second finger and thrust even more deeply with those soaked and slippery walls.

  Shivering and close to coming, lost in a haze of desire all she could do was grip the berth as his hands moved over her sore ass. The skin was hot to the touch and his fingers pressed into the muscles below the surface of her skin, teasing little flares of pain to the surface and causing even more juices to spill from her body.

  He pulled his fingers from her with a wet pop. His hand, str
eaked with her oils, smoothed her bottom again and then he lifted her bottom up higher. His hot mouth found her center, his tongue licking away the gathered and beaded juices there on the throbbing flesh of her clit.

  Dazed and excited beyond reason Clarissa whimpered and thrust upward and back. His tongue slid along the seam of her labia, parting the slick flesh. Her cries were muffled by the pillows and she smelled starch and lilac water on the sheets as he pulled her back and up so sharply that her tender nipples, stiffened into tight peaks, scraped across the soft linen in a delightfully pleasant way.

  His tongue massaged her clit and his fingers thrust back into her. Her toes pushed into the mattress and her fingers clutched at the sheets, nearly ripping them from the bed.

  Paul continued to torment her. Her body rocked from side to side as she sought a release from the pleasure and torment, a pleasure and release she didn’t even have a name for. More juices spilled along the thick curls at the junction of her thighs and she shuddered all over as he abruptly stopped. He undid the buttons on his trousers and pressed the thick head of his shaft against the narrow opening to her inner folds.

  He entered her. Pain lanced through her. Her eyes shot open and she went rigid. A quick hard slap to her ass made her go limp and he withdrew then thrust forward again. His heavy and thick cock split asunder her wet and pulsing folds and then slid deeply into her channel, piercing her and taking her right over the edge into a fierce and explosive orgasm.

  Her body went limp as he continued to beat into hers but she rallied quickly and began to thrust toward him as he thrust into her, meeting him halfway in a heart-stopping rhythm that had her gasping and panting, her hair tangled and wet, hung over her face and his balls slapped against her flesh before they tightened and moved upward as he approached his own orgasm.

  Wrapped in aftershocks and fresh desire, with his dick opening her snug sheath so that he could move faster and harder than before, Clarissa came yet again. Her heavy oils splattered his cock and made his passage into her that much smoother. His hands gripped her hips tightly and his breath washed over her bare shoulder.

  He withdrew suddenly and his hot fluids coated her ass cheeks. She collapsed into the bed and he placed a hand near her shoulder, breathing heavily as he tried to recover.

  He said, “Now perhaps you will be more amenable to taking orders.”

  Clarissa allowed him to help her to stand. He guided her to the washbowl and she waited until he turned her back to take up the cloth and soap. She pressed the soft cloth to her nether regions, wincing slightly as she did so. There was a soreness there but it was not unpleasant and there was a recklessness filling her. The train ride would end in a few days, and maybe even sooner depending on where his final destination would be.

  She said, “Perhaps.” There was a laugh in her voice.

  He chuckled. “I see. Finish dressing and we’ll have a chat.”

  She dressed hurriedly and when she turned away from the bowl he took her place, sluicing the used water down the clever little drain and refilling the bowl from the pitcher before washing quickly.

  She stared at him greedily. His back was smooth and muscular and his bottom was rounded and curved. His legs were long and straight and very well-formed. All in all he was extremely fit and lithe and she felt a small throb in her crotch as he bent over to retrieve his pants.

  He dressed and said, “Now, let’s talk.”

  They sat and he asked, “So what is a young woman your age doing traveling alone anyway? I should have asked before I suppose.”

  She bit her lips. “I have somewhere to be.”

  His dark eyes scanned her. “Are you deliberately evading my questions or do you not have an answer?”

  “I have an answer.” She sighed. “My father recently died and I have come into possession of another place to live. I know I should not travel alone and that it is not proper for young ladies to travel alone but there was nobody to travel with me.”

  “Not your mother either?”

  She shook her head “No, she died many years ago?”

  “I am sorry to hear that. So do you have a position awaiting you?”

  She shook her head and then said, “I do. I suppose. I have a small…” she stopped speaking. She didn’t want to spill the details. For all she knew he was fortune hunter!

  Paul said, “So how long is your journey?”

  “Until Sunnyside and Beek.”

  “I see. Then I must insist that you stay with me until then. If you wish to, of course. I would never force you. If you don’t care for my company please say so, Clarissa, but I hope you enjoy it as I am enjoying yours very much.”

  “Oh, I am enjoying your company very much as well!”

  She was. She hesitated then added, “I must admit I don’t have a lot of social skills. You might find me boring. My father was the vicar so I wasn’t allowed to really get to know too many people.”

  “I see. My father was a vicar.”

  She blinked. “Really?”

  He nodded. “Oh, yes. I grew up in several parishes. My favorite was right outside London and a stunning little farm. I have a fondness for lawns and gardens, I will admit, and prefer them over the sight of the massive cities.”

  “You saw my former residence at the station. It is all coal clouds and stern people.” She shuddered. “I have no idea of what Sunnyside and Beek is like but it must be better than that!”

  “It is.” His voice was quiet. “It has a lovely little village with many stores and churches, a rather large park for children to play in on holidays—and it is there that the fair sets up every year.”

  Her face lit up.” The fair?”

  “Yes. Do you like fairs?”

  “Oh, very much. Ours were rather poor however. Do they allow people to sell things at the fair?”

  He smiled, “But of course. I sell things there as well.”

  She asked, “Like what?”

  He said, “I make furniture. Small pieces. That is why I travel at times. I must sometimes go to people’s homes in order to see better how what they wish me to make will fit into a room.”

  “That sounds exciting<” she said wistfully then she added, “I’m on a rather grand adventure it seems and yes, I want to stay with you until it is over.”

  He smiled and she saw little golden flecks deep in the dark brown of his eyes. “Then it is a deal,” he said, “But I must warn you I don’t take sass lightly.”

  “Oh, I see. Perhaps I shall endeavor to displease you then.”

  He smiled and leaned closer to whisper, “Oh my dear, I think you will please me often,” and a long shiver ran down her spine.

  As it turned out, he was quite right about that.

  CHAPTER 4

  The train huffed into the station and Clarissa stared out the window of the compartment at the side of the station as it came into view. Her trunk had been brought in and readied to depart the train. Her valises, neatly packed, sat beside her trunk. Her hair was tightly pinned to her head and her hair was up in what she hoped was a slightly sophisticated coil.

  Her eyes stayed on the plain stone and beam building as Paul spoke. “Ah, so, here we are. Sunnyside and Beek.”

  She said, “This is your stop too then?”

  “Of course.”

  She turned her head to face him. “Perhaps we will be able to see each other again?”

  It was a hopeful question, and one she desperately wanted an answer to. They’d known each other but a short time but she was wild about him and she had a certainty that no other man would ever do. Most men would never know she needed regular spankings and to make love to her so roughly. Besides, she would be alone at that large and empty house, and she would be lonely.

  Paul said, “I am sure we shall see each other.”

  It was not the answer she had hoped for but it was better than a no she supposed. The porter came to collect their luggage and take it to the little stairs where they would disembark and they walked down
the hallway slowly, their bodies touching gently as the train swayed.

  They were handed down and Paul said, “Oh, yes, there’s the conveyance that will take us to the house.”

  She blinked. “Us?”

  Paul said, “Yes. I am sorry, it seems I forgot to mention that my last name is Reynolds. I am the overseer of the home in which you are now in possession.”

  Her eyes went wide. Her mouth hung agape. “You are?”

  Paul chuckled. “Yes. I should have told you and I hope you will forgive me for not having done so. It was just that, well, I didn’t want you to feel as if you had to do the things we did because I held your keys in my hands. Literally.”