Held Down

by Pamela Prim

  “His likes and dislikes are the least of my concerns.” She told the horrified blonde and walked down the corridor toward the stairs leading down.

  She walked down the winding staircase, admiring the fine woodwork and exquisite finish. Melinda hurried along behind her. The dining hall was to the left and Lauren stepped right into it. The table was large enough for a dozen people, and yet only three chairs were set. One at the head and two on either side, about four chairs down each. Breakfast was already laid out and Lauren felt her belly rumble. She realized she hadn’t eaten since the lunch she had on the way there. The food looked very good to her. They hadn’t been able to afford anything more than eggs and bread and some fruit at the Crabtree Estate for a while and the sight of meat, fish, fresh vegetables and fruit, hot buttered bread and tall glasses of milk almost weakened her resolve to get expelled from there.

  “Good morning, my ladies.” Jane Peabody greeted them as she set a pitcher of cream on the table. “Please be seated, the master will be joining you shortly.”

  “Can we start before he…” Lauren stared at the fine repast with salivating eyes.

  “Oh, no, silly.” Melinda replied nervously. “Lord Langdon presides over all meals… we must wait for him.”

  “That is utter nonsense.” She exhaled as she sat down before the mouth watering spread. “I am going to start…”

  “Disregarding house rules calls for severe reprimanding.” Peabody suddenly appeared beside her. “Including restriction in rations.”

  “Well, fuck your master and his house rules.” Lauren spat back and grabbed a thick slice of buttered bread and a large wedge of cheese. “I am too damn hungry to care about anything else.”

  “Young Lady Crabtree.” A deep and resonant voice filled the dining room.

  “Lord Langdon.” Melinda stood up hurriedly and curtsied even as Lauren stuffed her face with food.

  “Melinda.” The lord of the manor nodded at the flushed blonde as Lauren looked up at the tall man walking up to the head of the table. “Please be seated.”

  “Thank you, my lord.” Her cousin said and sat down quickly, her face red and breath labored.

  “And you, Lady Lauren Crabtree.” Langdon addressed her. “I believe I was denied the pleasure of your company at dinner last evening.”

  Lauren shrugged her shoulders and stared defiantly back at the man. She didn’t want to give off the impression that he had affected her in any way. But oh, he certainly did. Never had Lauren, in her life of nineteen years, seen a man quite like him. Lord Nathaniel Langdon was most dashing indeed, and in the devilish sort of way that Melinda had described so ardently. As she glared at him, Lauren drank in those deep, intense eyes and that stern yet so ruggedly handsome face. Sharp nose, tight lips, a strong chin and even stronger jaw-line sent shivers down her back. She shifted uneasily as her eyes roamed across the rest of him. Broad of shoulder and deep of chest, he looked a most powerful sight indeed in his elegantly cut blue coat and exquisitely embroidered sash bearing his family crest. He did indeed take her breath away, and she realized what a fool she must look then with her mouth filled with food and her slept-in dress and messy hair.

  “And so that you know, my dear Lauren,” He said most authoritatively, “we here do not appreciate tardiness and severely look down upon the usage of profane language.”

  She blinked. Was she getting intimidated by this man-god? No, that would simply not do. She had her own agenda and nothing could ever hinder that, not even the most handsome man she had ever seen. She swallowed down the food and took a sip of cool milk. She filled her heart with defiance and courage and looked straight at him.

  “And what, in your exalted opinion, is profane language?” She asked with a snarl.

  “L-Lauren?” Her cousin’s eyes went buggy with disbelief at her belligerence.

  “If you need to be told that, you have indeed come to the right place.” Langdon seemed quite pleased with her response. “And since you are already in breach of several, if not all, of the house rules… I must welcome you here with the first phase of our reprimanding procedures.”

  “Do whatever you want, your lecherous lordship.” Lauren retorted and took a large bite of ham coated in egg. “I will never…”

  “Mrs. Peabody.” She heard the master of the house softly call before her chair was forcefully pulled back.

  Strong hands grabbed hold of her and pulled her up. She would have screamed if not for the mouth filled with ham and eggs. Peabody surprised her with her strength as the slender woman, seemingly with no effort, threw her over the table and lifted her skirt over her head. Lauren spat out the food and looked around frantically. She felt something clamp down on her wrists and ankles, her own skirt bunched over her head made it hard to see what was going on.

  “Very good, Mrs. Peabody.” Langdon’s powerful voice resonated in her ears. Then she felt her knickers being roughly pulled down her legs and a cool draft on the exposed flesh of her buttocks made her hair rise on end.

  “What the fuck is going on?” She managed to shout from under her skirts. “Melinda! Help me… stop these fuckers… Melinda!”

  “Melinda.” Langdon’s deep voice resonated. “Do you think your cousin deserves this punishment?”

  “I… yes, my lord.” She heard her cousin’s timid reply. “She does… indeed.”

  “Then you have no objection to watch.” Langdon said coldly.

  “Not at all, my lord.” Lauren could have slapped her across the face for that. Here she was, bound and held against her will, with her nether regions exposed and at the mercy of strangers, and what does her only kin do? She agrees to her predicament and also sits there to watch. Oh, would she have more than mere words with the stupid girl once all this was over. But what was this that was happening?

  She found out soon enough as she felt a large, rough hand gently rest on her exposed lower back. She gasped and went stiff at the touch of a man’s hand over her naked buttock for the first time in her life. Langdon was resting his hand on her soft buttock and feeling her up in quite an ungentlemanly manner. She shook with anticipation of what was going to happen next when he removed his hand. She heard his feet shuffle and then something struck her hard and fast. It was his hand and he struck her again. His hard fingers stung her soft flesh, and the sting from the blows made her eyes water.

  “You have been quite the disobedient brat, my dear.” Langdon’s hateful voice rang in her ears. “This is the first of many punishments to follow, if you do not amend your ways.”

  “Is that all, just a few loving swats.” She couldn’t help cry out from under her skirts. “You get yourself off my playing these games with helpless young girls, do you?”

  “Precisely, young lady.” Langdon laughed. “And heaven knows young girls like you are in dire need of these games.”

  His hand came down on her smarting flesh again, much harder and the sound of the impact echoed around the room. Lauren bit her full lower lip hard to stop herself from crying out. His hand came down with force a few more times against her soft bare flesh. She trembled, straining at the bonds on her wrists and ankles. He struck a few more times and her tender flesh stung like hell. She was sure that red welts would have covered her creamy white skin by now. His fingers were like iron and each strike made her arch her back and knock her knees together. She whimpered and moaned as she fought back the urge to beg for mercy.

  “Ah, and what have we here?” Langdon raised his voice excitedly. His hand caressed her sore buttocks and he slipped a finger into the slit of her wet pussy. “You are enjoying this punishment… and that is what I wanted, it is time to take this to the next level.”

  The man slipped in two fingers into her virgin pussy, pushing and prodding at the protective web that guarded her virtue. The sensation of his probing touch sent waves of ecstasy through her. The pain from her buttocks mingled with the pleasure of his fingers inside her pussy made Lauren’s body go stiff. She felt her stomach clench and her thig
hs tremble to the knees. Her first orgasm at the hands of a man she barely met shook her hard. She let herself go, relaxing against the bonds on her wrists and ankles as cascading waves of ecstasy rushed through her tight young body. Yielding to the sheer bliss of release, she exulted in the joy of her orgasm. Pain and pleasure mingling as one took her to the pinnacle of sensations she had never known.

  Lauren felt her breathing ease as the last throes of her orgasm ebbed through her. Langdon removed his hand from her quivering pussy and struck her smarting ass one more time, with a lot less force. She felt her bonds being undone and collapsed to the floor. Her skirts fell away from her head and she looked around the room as if she was in a drunken stupor. The master of the house was walking away and only Melinda sat before her. There was no sign of Peabody, and her stupid cousin just stared at her with wide eyed wonder.

  “What just happened?” She asked the dazed blonde.

  “Uh… you… he punished you… but you seemed to… love it.” Melinda’s voice was a bemused whisper.

  “I… he hit me, that bastard.” She gritted her teeth as rage filled her mind. “And then he touched my… my private parts… that fucker, I’m getting out of here and going to the constable’s office.”

  “You-You can’t.” Melinda shook her head. “You can’t go anywhere. Uncle and father sent us here, Lauren… the law will not hold this against him.”

  “I don’t care.” Lauren stood up on unsteady feet and smoothed her skirts back down. “If that lecher touches me again… I’ll… I’ll kill him.”

  “Oh, Lauren… you poor silly girl.” Her cousin said sadly. “You truly are in need of this correctional.”

  *****

  Lauren fumed all day. The midday repast was served in her room and she was grateful for that, but then she was told by Peabody to attend dinner in her finest dining gown. It was difficult to sit on her rump, it hurt whichever way she tried and thinking of her finest gown was the last thing on her mind. She was angry at herself. Not for her predicament but for the way her body reacted to that man’s harsh touch. It was as if she wanted that. And she realized that she did, and that made her more angry than anything else. She made up her mind to make that clear at dinner that evening.

  At the stroke of eight she ran down the stairs, definitely not in her finest gown. No, but in a dress that would not allow the skirts to be pulled over her head. She walked up to the large table. Melinda was already there, seated at the right side of Langdon, who gave her a very warm smile. It sent her heart racing and her belly aflutter. This handsome devil really made it hard to hate him. Why, she longed to feel his hands on her again instead of loathing him. But she fought away such base instincts and took her seat to the left side of the man.

  “Good evening, lady Crabtree.” Langdon nodded at her. “As I was informing your lovely cousin sister here, your lessons will begin tomorrow. Once in the mornings and again before dinner.”

  “I am in no need of lessons.” She replied coldly and picked up a soup spoon.

  “Ah, and so you may think.” The man smiled. “And yet you are here, sent by your aggrieved parent, along with your lovely kin to see to it that your lessons are not in vain.”

  “Is that why she is here?” Lauren snorted. “And here I though she just wanted to be fucked by you.”

  “Lauren!” Melinda’s face was more red that the fresh tomatoes on the table.

  “Indeed, so she may be.” Langdon grinned. “But you, my dear, are in need of lessons, mostly in manners and etiquette that society demands of you.”

  “You will be well advised to keep your hands away from me.” Lauren glared at the handsome devil. “Or you may find yourself behind bars at the local constabulary.”

  “Ah, I see.” Langdon nodded as he sipped on a spoonful of soup. “I take it you did not appreciate the extent of your first correctional here this morning.”

  “I most certainly did not, and you will not dare do such a thing ever again.” She told him with an air of authority as she brandished a table knife.

  “Indeed.” The man smiled again. “This calls for a correctional, right now, after dinner… and I promise you that you will not be touched, even if you beg for it.”

  “I will not subject myself to any more of your correctionals, you filthy old lecher.” She pushed away her plate and stood up.

  “You have little choice in the matter, young lady.” Langdon stood up and held out his hand to Melinda. “Now come, or would you require Mrs. Peabody’s gentle persuasion.”

  “Where are we going?” She demanded and looked around for the slender but deceptively strong housekeeper.

  “To the study where we will do all our lessons, and correctionals.” Langdon walked away with Melinda clinging to his muscular arm.

  Fighting her natural instinct to flee up to her room, Lauren followed them down a flight of stairs to what appeared to be an underground room. It was quite sparingly decorated, but what caught her eye was the large, inviting bed in the middle of the Spartan room. There were a few chairs to sit on and the walls had chains hanging from bolts welded into them. She realized those chains had shackles on the ends and it sent a perverse thrill through her. She imagined being shackled down naked against the wall with Langdon doing all sorts of naughty things to her. She closed her eyes and reprimanded herself for having such thoughts. But was that really such a bad thing? Wasn’t it natural for a woman to want a man, as much as it was for a man to want a woman?

  “You may seat yourself here.” Langdon’s deep voice made her jump. She felt weak in the knees at the sound of it.

  “What’s going to happen?” She asked, looking at Langdon and then Melinda in turns.

  “Melinda has volunteered to be a part of this correctional.” He told her plainly. “Your defiant and unwilling nature cannot be tolerated in this society. Your punishment, unlike the one this morning, will be one of denial… you will be denied what you most desire… until you change your ways.”

  “And what is it that I most desire?” She laughed derisively, looking at the stupid cow who was her own kin.

  “You will soon know, dear cousin.” Melinda said with a strange gleam in her eyes. “And your punishment will be the denial of that desire.”

  “Oh, pshaw.” She laughed again. “I am no mere weakling… what could I possibly desire here in this damnable place?”

  “You already do, and that desire will become unbearable after this correctional.” Langdon grinned and drew Melinda closer to him.

  He stripped her completely naked with practiced ease, and the beautiful blonde stood before him with her voluptuous young body bare for all to see. She blushed red and gave Lauren a shy glance. Lauren’s mouth fell open when Langdon turned toward the naked Melinda and dropped his jacket, shirt and trousers in once quick motion. He stood before her naked and proud as his thick uncut cock, almost a foot in length, jutted out erect and hard, throbbing wildly in the pale glow underground. Lauren stared at the massive impaling thing with wide eyed wonder, sucking in a sharp breath. Melinda too had a mesmerized look on her face as she stared at the huge organ and blushed red.

  Gently, Langdon placed his hands on the blonde’s shoulders and pushed her down to her knees between his thick muscular legs. Melinda’s trembling hands reached over the dense hardness of his thick thighs, and she caressed him with soft moans that sent shivers down Lauran’s back as she watched in stupefied silence. Her cousin ran her hands upward along Langdon’s thighs and reached the base of his erect cock from either side. She wrapped the slender fingers of one hand gently around the thick pulsing rod and cupped his large hairy balls with her other hand. With a deep breath, she licked her lips and then cautiously lowered her open mouth over the Langdon’s rock hard cock. Her full naked breasts bobbed freely as she took the hard density deep down inside her moist mouth. She swallowed more and more of his monster cock and massaged his big hairy testicles with more urgency. The sight of her doing that sent waves of pleasure through Lauren. It dawned t
o her that her stupid cousin wasn’t so stupid after all when it came to these perverse games of pleasure.

  Langdon’s grunts were deep and guttural as the eager blonde took more if his dense hardness down her throat. Her nostrils flared at what would be the musky odor of his manliness, this Lauren too could sense and it made her pussy throb as its wetness trickled down her slender thighs. She watched in awe as Melinda closed her eyes and forced the entire length of swollen cock down her yawning throat. She felt ecstatic, her stomach fluttered and clenched as the pulsing throb between her thighs grew stronger as Melinda slobbered all over Langdon’s twelve inch impaling stick right before her eyes. The master of manor’s animated whimpers made her sure that Melinda was giving him more pleasure than Lauren could ever imagine.

  Sucking energetically, Melinda was going down harder on the engorged cock and Lauren noted her gagging. The blonde suppressed the urge to throw up. She seemed eager to not allow a little uneasiness discourage her as she stared back at Lauren with tear filled eyes.