Claiming Her Innocence
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If anything, the repression of the convent brought out her latent rebellion against convention. Penelope was ever eager to present any part of herself to her husband, be it her pussy, her mouth, or her ass. And Alton discovered that the submissive streak he’d detected in his wife early on was deeper than he’d imagined. In Penelope, he had a woman he could spank for both correction and pleasure. Today, he decided, it would be for both.
Lady Westcott had been in a mood, largely due to her husband’s absence. It was late spring—a busy time on the estate. The Westcott holdings included croplands and sheep, and Alton personally made rounds to oversee the production and visit the tenants. Although Penelope knew this was part of his duties, his time away left her moody. Upon his return, his sweet wife could be peevish, and nothing set her to rights like a sound spanking.
On this occasion, he had decided she warranted both the slipper and the cane. Penelope had cried prettily as he brought the leather down again and again, painting oval splotches across the white expanse of a round bottom that of late had grown pleasantly fuller.
Now he stood, putting down his brandy snifter and reaching for the cane resting beside the chair. He could see her tense as he approached to stand directly behind her. Holding the cane out, he touched the tip of it to her clit and then dragged it up her cleft as she shuddered and moaned.
“Do you remember telling me how Sister Agnes caned poor Susan for touching herself?” he asked.
“Yes.” Her voice was small.
“Tell me again how you thought of that in the night…”
It was one of Alton’s favorite pastimes to extract these little confessions from his wife, knowing she secretly enjoyed the humiliation of this new form of confession.
“I would close my eyes and think of how her bottom jiggled,” Penelope said. “I could see her pussy between her thighs. I’d never seen one, not even my own.”
“And what did you think of it?”
“I thought it was… intriguing. It made mine ache to see it. It felt wrong.” She paused. “I liked feeling wrong, even if I didn’t believe it at the time.”
“How did you feel when you saw the lines on her bottom?”
“Excited and afraid.”
He stood back, tapping the cane.
“Bad girls get the cane. Did you want it?”
“Not from a stodgy old nun,” Penelope replied.
“Good answer.” He brought the cane back and with a flick of his wrist landed the first blow. She hissed from the pain. “Of course, if you want your husband to cane you, you only need to ask. It’s not necessary to be churlish toward me for carrying out my obligations on the estate.”
“No, my lord,” she said. “I’m sorry, my lord.”
“I beg your pardon?” he asked, arching a brow.
“No, papa,” she corrected.
The cane fell again. Penelope whimpered and sank down, but he ordered her back into position. When she felt the cane tap her at the juncture of her buttocks and thighs, she looked back pitifully. “Oh, please, not there.”
He smiled, knowing, as scared as she was, that she’d be disappointed if he didn’t do just that. The cane drew back, then forward. As the line began to form across the tender crease, Penelope stamped her feet and rubbed her bottom.
“Three more,” he said. “And you will hold still.”
She put her feet down, and put her bottom up and out. The last three strokes fell hard, leaving reddish purple wheals.
“Will my little wife be more welcoming and less sharp-tongued on my next homecoming?” he asked.
“Yes, papa,” she sobbed. And now he stood behind her, his finger dipping down to her drenched pussy.
“All is forgiven, then,” he said thickly. “And now I shall make it better.”
He circled her bottom hole with his lubricated finger before pushing it in. He’d long used the last of the trainers, and Penelope had learned to take his cock with hungry ease. She groaned and pushed back as he slipped in the first digit.
“Is my wife ready to take my cock in her beautiful ass?” he asked.
“Oh, yes.”
She parted her legs and he sank into her pussy, pumping her several times and holding her hips tightly as she pushed back against him. When she was close to coming, Alton pulled out and lined the head of his shaft up against her dusky rosette. She pushed back, moaning and he watched, mesmerized, as she wiggled her bottom down onto his shaft. The sight of his cock disappearing between the punished bottom cheeks was one he never got tired of seeing.
Her ring of muscles gripped him as he began to thrust into her tight ass. Reaching beneath Penelope, he rhythmically squeezed her clit as he fucked her, feeling the walls of her pussy pulsing through the velvet tunnel of her bottom.
“Oooohhh… yes,” she said, and the sound of her encouragement, the feel of her, unmanned him. Alton held her hips as waves of pleasure rippled through him, forcing his seed into her upraised bottom.
Afterwards they lay on the bed.
“I love you, you know,” she said.
He smiled and kissed her. “And I, you.”
She turned to him. “Do you think we should start having you put your cock in my bottom—only my bottom—sometime around the end of summer?”
Alton looked down at her, puzzled by the question.
“After all,” she continued. “I still want to feel your cock inside of me. But by then I’ll be so full with child…”
He sat up suddenly. “Penelope, why did you not tell me sooner?”
“I thought you would be too gentle with me,” she said. “And I wanted to show you that none of what we do needs to be stopped, at least not right away.” She bit her lower lip. “Betsy’s mother is a midwife, and I had a word with her. She assures me our bed sports are quite safe until late in the pregnancy.”
“You saucy minx!” he said, pulling her into an embrace. “You are full of surprises. Promise me you’ll never change.”
She laughed. “Oh, my dear,” she said. “I am dedicated to keeping your interest. In fact, I’d say it’s my calling.”
The End
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Table of Contents
Chapter One: Downstairs Debauchery
Chapter Two: Upstairs Innocence
Chapter Three: Lord Westcott’s Plan
Chapter Four: The Maid’s Example
Chapter Five: The Visiting Physician
Chapter Six: The Rival’s Barb
Chapter Seven: Lord Westcott’s Correction
Chapter Eight: Wedding Day
Chapter Nine: Lady Westcott’s Gift
Chapter Ten: The Hidden Longing
Chapter Eleven: His Lordship’s New Rules
Chapter Twelve: Her One and Only
Chapter Thirteen: Downstairs Revisited
Epilogue
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Table of Contents
Chapter One: Downstairs Debauchery
Chapter Two: Upstairs Innocence
Chapter Three: Lord Westcott’s Plan
Chapter Four: The Maid’s Example
Chapter Five: The Visiting Physician
Chapter Six: The Rival’s Barb
Chapter Seven: Lord Westcott’s Correction