His fingers slowed, then finally stopped.
My eyes were closed, my head still swimming in the murky depths of pleasure as he unshackled me and helped me to stand. I leaned back against the table. I felt my nightshirt being put on over my head. Then I felt myself being lifted, cradled like a child in his arms.
I put a hand on his chest and gave in to the clawing grip of sleep. The last thing I remember was settling into the softness of my bed.
Chapter Fourteen
Dr. Renshaw
I awoke exhausted but exhilarated the next morning to the sound of Mrs. Gibbins pounding at my door.
“Come!” I called, bleary-eyed but smiling.
“Dr. Renshaw!” she cawed, storming into the room and pulling apart the blinds. The sun burst in and I shielded my eyes against its glare and the woman’s energy. “It’s almost nine o’clock! Have you had another bad sleep? Your breakfast will be cold!” she scolded.
“Yes, yes… no, no, my sleep was fine. Please, Mrs. Gibbins, I’ll be down in a moment.”
She put her hands on her hips and shook her head as if unsatisfied that her admonishment had not elicited a more rousing reaction in me, then she stormed out the door, letting it swing shut behind her.
I dressed quickly, my mind filled with memories of the previous night. Though the same thing had happened the night before, my heart still beat a little faster at the possibility that everything would change once I saw the girl.
Perhaps she’d had a change of heart in her sleep and now thought back on the whole thing with regret? I steeled myself for that possibility. If that were to be the case, I would have to let go of my excitement and carry on as if none of it had ever taken place.
When I came downstairs, Tennie was already seated at the table and was wearing a brilliant smile on her face. The surge of warmth that rose up inside me at the sight of it made my head spin and I nearly reached out to steady myself on the door frame. It was not just relief that she did not seem fazed or to have changed her mind about the situation. There was a giddiness to it that took me by surprise. I felt more energy in my step and could barely help my smile.
“Good morning, Tennie,” I said, sitting down. “Pardon my lateness.”
“Good morning, sir,” she replied, her voice soft and her expression demure. She glanced at me and I saw a smile begin to break across her lips. It brought the same warmth with it I’d felt at seeing her. She bit her lip and looked down at her plate as Mrs. Gibbins walked in to begin serving breakfast.
I did my best to act normally, taking my paper and opening it, but mostly for show. For suddenly, all I wanted to do was look at the girl sitting across the table, to be alone with her.
And then it came. The memory that always surfaced the moment I began feeling happy about anything in this life. The memory that pushed me back and made the smile fade from my lips. The memory that everything could be taken from me in an instant and that once again I would be left alone. I stared into the open pages of the morning paper as Mrs. Gibbins poured a cup of strong, black coffee. When I put the paper down, I saw Tennie looking at me.
“Might we start in the garden this morning?” she asked. “It’s such a beautiful day!” It was the first time I’d heard anything approaching enthusiasm in her voice and it took me by surprise to find how contagious it was. I let myself smile.
“Of course we can!”
Mrs. Gibbins cast me a sideways glance, no doubt about the strange cheeriness of my reply, but I shrugged at her and she wandered back off into the kitchen. So what if I sounded a bit more cheerful than usual? Everyone had good days and bad.
When I looked at Tennie again, she had obviously seen the glance as well because she covered her mouth and giggled and that once again made me smile. It all felt a little mad, the giddiness, but I let myself enjoy it. It happened seldom in my life and it made everything lighter and there was nothing wrong with that.
* * *
Tennie
I couldn’t stop looking at him all morning. I had wanted the garden because I wanted to walk in the sun with him, listening to him talk. I had dreamed about him all night and now that I had him next to me again in flesh and blood I wanted to soak in every moment, every second for when I had to be apart from him again.
His gentle explanations of flora and fauna in a voice that resembled nothing of the man the night before were like a soothing balm on my still aching flesh. Even though I felt the welts that had risen from my correction the previous evening, I had spent a good part of the morning fantasizing about that night and how I would once again steal down into the secret room.
But as the morning wore on and he seemed lost in his lectures and I lost in the image of him walking in sunlight and shade through the garden beside, I felt like the excitement of it all might make me burst and I couldn’t help when it came out.
“Sir?” I asked, interrupting one of his longer trains of thought about the nature of some bird or other.
“Yes, Tennie? What is it?”
“Will I see you again? Tonight, sir?”
The bottom fell from my stomach as I watched his easy expression furrow into a furious scowl and his breathing quicken. Had I done something wrong? Had I said the wrong thing? There was no one around to hear; why did he seem so shaken by what I’d said?
“Tennie,” he said and it was in that voice, that growl that until then I’d only heard in the deepest, darkest room of the house and it made me excited and scared, hearing my name spoken like that in broad daylight. He drew a breath and I waited for what surely was going to be an admonishment. But none came. “That will be enough for our lessons for today. I will see you tomorrow at breakfast.” And he was gone.
It felt like the ground had begun to shake beneath me at this reaction and I stood there open-mouthed, staring out into the flowers and the trees and wondering what I’d done to provoke him. Did he really mean that I was to see him tomorrow?
I spent the rest of the day haunting the halls of the house, hoping to run into Dr. Renshaw, hoping that I would get the chance to apologize or ask him to explain. The only person I ran into was Mrs. Gibbins, who would cast me sideways glances, obviously wondering what had happened and why I wasn’t at my lessons.
I became so distraught that I finally went to my room and lay down on the bed, crying quietly into the pillow until I fell asleep.
When I woke, it was in darkness. It took a moment for me to remember where I was and what I was doing fully clothed in my bed. Then, the memory of what had happened earlier in the day rushed into my mind, making my heart swell and my throat tighten. I sat up and stared out the window at the moon, wondering what time it was and what I should do.
My mind drifted down the stairs again and into the darkness of the dungeon and before long I was dressing in my nightshirt and scurrying down the stairs with my stomach in knots, wondering if he was going to be there.
The door handle twisted. The latch opened. I stepped inside.
“Remove your clothes,” the familiar rumble came from behind me.
I nearly burst into tears at the command, so relieved was I at hearing it. I frantically removed my nightshirt and underclothes and was soon standing naked in the room again.
He stepped in front of me, his imposing figure blocking out the light of the candle behind him. He held a wooden paddle, the kind I’d seen hanging on the wall of Mrs. Everton’s office in the orphanage. My eyes widened in surprise that he might use such an implement of correction. She had often warned us of it but had never used it on any of the girls or me, thinking it too harsh a punishment for women, one that should be used only on particularly unruly boys.
I looked up into his eyes. I felt my nipples tighten and my sex begin to sweat again at being so exposed in front of him.
“Do you know why our lesson ended so abruptly, Tennie?” he asked.
For some reason hearing the question made me feel better, though I knew by his tone that he was still upset by what I’d done. I shook my h
ead, not daring to speak.
“No one knows what happens inside these walls, Tennie. This is a space that must not be spoken about in the rest of the world.”
“But no one was…”
“It doesn’t matter. You will not speak about what transpires here again. Do you understand?”
A part of me was dismayed that I’d upset him so by bringing it up. I knew even as I’d been asking the question that I should have kept it to myself and yet my excitement was just too great. What made it better was the fact that he seemed to be giving me another chance. That he was still here, that he’d still been waiting for me to come.
“I understand, sir.” I tried to sound as apologetic as I could and I lowered my eyes to the floor. He stepped toward me and raised my chin with a finger, so that I had to look up into his eyes.
“I’m glad you do, Tennie, but I’m afraid I must impart the gravity of the seriousness of the situation upon you.”
A fear and excitement gripped me because I knew he meant to use the paddle he was holding to reinforce the lesson he wanted me to learn.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, my still sore backside preparing for another round of his correction.
He stepped back. I saw that he had prepared a step at the foot of the table and when I looked at him, he glanced to it, indicating that I should mount it. I did, standing a little taller than before.
“On the table, Tennie,” he ordered.
I wasn’t sure I understood what he meant. I glanced at him and once again he looked at the table, showing me that I should mount it. I did, on my knees this time as I could not stand for the ceiling. As soon as I was on it, I felt his hand pressing against my back, lowering me until I was on all fours, then finally until my face was pressed against the wood and my backside sticking up high into the air.
He put the paddle down beside me and took first one hand, then the other, pulling them both between my legs. I saw him pick up an iron bar with four shackles attached to it and soon felt myself being affixed to it. First one wrist, then one ankle. Another ankle, the other wrist. As the last clasp was locked, I realized that I now could not move either hands or feet and had to stay in that position, my head resting on the table, my bottom up in the air. I realized, too, that both my holes were completely exposed to him and this made a wetness begin again between my legs. But as he picked up the paddle, I knew that first I would have to endure the fierceness of his discipline, if I were to have any hope of feeling pleasure by his hand.
The first burst of pain in my backside was preceded by a fearsome whistling as the paddle sailed through the air. I screamed as the sharp pain of it landing on my still tender flesh seared through me, scorching into the highest part of my skull. He did not relent. I heard the paddle swing again, then felt it crash against the other cheek, hitting some of the welts left there from the evening before.
I let out another vicious scream, not knowing how much more of the pain I could tolerate without fainting. Another crash. More burning pain shooting up my spine and inhabiting every last crevice of my body. Another crash. The room began to blur.
The sound of the paddle being set on the table beside me roused me and made me open my eyes. The sound of water somewhere in the room made me want to turn and see what was happening, where it was coming from. Alas, with my ankles and wrists in the shackles I was powerless to move and could only wait to see what would happen next.
The sensation of a cool, damp cloth pressing against my burning skin made me wail anew. It was at once soothing and painful as the water stung at the cuts in my flesh. He did not relent. He pressed it against my backside firmly and I was forced to sink into the stinging pain until it surrounded me and didn’t hurt quite so much anymore.
The same happened when he lifted the cloth, moistened it again, and pressed it against my other cheek, though this time I was prepared for the sensation and didn’t yowl, only sank into it with a hiss. This seemed to please him because he put a hand on my back and pet me gently.
“You will remember then, Tennie? Never to speak of this room outside of it again?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” I whimpered. It was a lesson well learned and I would never make the same mistake again. What made me happiest, though, was that he had been here waiting for me, even with the paddle. That he still wanted this, even if it was only a fraction of how much I did.
“You took your punishment very well, Tennie. I have something special for you tomorrow. Today, you may have a small reward.”
As he removed the damp cloth from my behind, I felt the cool air of the room soothing my burning wounds. My body tingled with pain and excitement at what surprise might wait in store for me tomorrow and why I would have to wait for it until then. I felt his fingers on my sex again, gliding along my hotly blushing folds.
This time I was completely powerless to move. The night before I had at least been leaning against the table, able to shift my weight one way or the other in reaction to his touch. Now, the only thing I could do was sway slightly from side to side, but I didn’t dare even do that. My bottom could take no more punishment and I knew none would come as long as I was able to stay perfectly still.
My body shivered and shuddered as his strong fingers played with the soft flesh surrounding my opening. I felt his thumb run down the crevice, pressing against me as if he might finally sate the ache between my legs and press a part of himself in there. When his hand fell away I whimpered again, hoping that wasn’t to be the extent of my reward for enduring his treatment of my rear. It proved not to be.
Soon, some object, not his fingers but some other object was pressing at my rear hole. It was hard and smooth and felt foreign and welcome at the same time. I did my best to stay in place, to let him play with me the way he wanted. I could feel moisture dripping from me. I was soaked and ready and it was all I could do not to cry out “Please!” at his ministrations.
Then, finally, slowly and deliberately, I felt the hard thing begin to push into me, opening my center lips as he coated it in my juice. I moaned but held steady as he worked it against my womanhood, never penetrating but twisting and turning it so that its entirety was wet and slippery and warm.
I felt his hand on my buttock, stretching me and holding me open as I felt the thing slide up until it pressed against my rear hole. I felt his weight against it and soon I felt it start to press into my bottom.
“You have a tight ass,” I heard him murmur through the haze of my pleasure and all I could think to do was to let my mouth open and reply:
“Yes, sir.”
My… ass, as he’d called it, began to clench around the thing inside it. It was not so much that I was doing it as that my body was and there wasn’t a thing I could do about it. When I felt him pull it out of me, a mournful sound escaped my lips, one I’d never heard myself make before. I felt the absence in my behind so profoundly and once again I hoped he did not mean to leave me in this state as some continuation and brutal punishment for my indiscretion earlier that day.
His thick thumb pressed into me. I cooed as it filled me, not as completely as the implement had, but enough to appease my instincts. And then he pulled it out again and I felt the rigid thing pressing into me again. He filled me with it completely as my ass tightened around it. Then, I felt his thumb press against my pussy and begin to spin gentle circles. I felt the first swells of a coming pleasure.
My eyes sprang open at once and my body tensed, tugging at the chains that held my hands between my knees.
“Easy now,” he soothed, as a man might to an animal having something done to it that it is not sure of or might not like.
My breath quickened but I knew I had to trust him. Even if I wasn’t able to, I had no other choice! I was his alone and his completely and he would do with me what he pleased in this room.
I felt the faint trickle of my own moisture run from his thumb as he circled my pussy and pushed the implement deeper into my rear entrance. In that moment everything I’d been through seem
ed to mix together. My pussy felt so full and warm as he fondled it. The skin on my bottom still burned, partly from the spankings I’d endured and partly from the raw burning of the water he’d used to clean it.
His thumb pressed more heavily against me and I felt myself tighten at his insistence.
“Relax now, Tennie,” he said softly.
I took a deep breath and did my best and soon I felt him pushing into me, spreading my forbidden entrance.
I felt a spasm travel up my spine as a sudden and unexpected pleasure rippled through me at how I was being so thoroughly dominated. My pussy pulsed as he continued working the hard shaft in and out of me while his thumb raced against my slick wetness.
Every once in a while my body would tense and the sound of the chains holding my arms and legs tied down would rattle through the room. This would only serve to excite me more and soon I was once again perched on the edge of pleasure, but I didn’t dare let myself fall into that chasm for fear of what the punishment for that might be. When I simply couldn’t stand it anymore, when I knew I was going to fall into it whether he ordered it or not, I made one last plea.
“Please, sir! Please, may I come?!”
“Yes.”
That word had never brought me more relief or more elation. I felt the surge of climax well up within me, carrying me up, up, up toward the sky this time as I shrieked at the sensation of being filled in both holes.
Pulse after hot pulse of orgasm rushed through me. I felt my body tightening and releasing, tightening and releasing on his thumb and the hard shaft he’d pressed into me. Until I could tighten and release no more and I felt all my muscles go limp.
He took his thumb slowly away. I felt the thick thing in my rear slip past my ring of muscle again as he pulled it out. I heard it being placed on the table beside me. The clasps were undone one by one and soon I was being lifted up and to my feet.
He helped me put my underwear and nightshirt but didn’t tell me I should go right away. Instead, he stared into my eyes and I thought I saw a look of loss and sorrow in his and I wondered if I was right, but didn’t want to ask.
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