Arabella's Taming

by Golden Angel

  “Hear, hear!”

  All around the table happy couples were toasting, laughing, and kissing. Cynthia squealed for some unknown reason, which everyone ignored by mutual, unspoken agreement. Thomas pulled Arabella in for a kiss, which she returned enthusiastically, tasting of the champagne they’d just toasted with.

  It was, as far as they all were concerned, the happiest of endings.

  Epilogue

  A little less than year later…

  As Arabella was dressing for Lady Huntley’s ball, her husband came into her room. Dressed in his usual blacks and whites, the severe colors and lines suiting him wonderfully, he was as handsome as ever.

  “Thank you, Cammy, I’ll help Lady Arabella with the final touches,” he told her maid, dismissing her. Cammy flashed Arabella a smile in the mirror and immediately scurried away, leaving them alone. Arabella turned her head and lifted her eyebrows at his high-handedness. He’d gotten much better about things like that—especially since she was happy to show him the error of his ways if he became too bossy. It had made for an entertaining Season.

  Some of her punishments were playful, some of them were real, and some were a thrilling mix between the two.

  So far the worst punishment she’d earned herself had been for throwing a glass of champagne in Lady March’s face. How was she to know the woman hadn’t actually been flirting with Thomas, but rather asking after his mother? She flirted with everyone else’s husbands.

  If she’d just pretended to spill her drink down the woman’s dress, like Cynthia did, she likely would have had a more playful spanking. Thomas, however, had been unamused by her slight variance on the move and Arabella had been rather unrepentant, truth be told. She informed Thomas it was a warning shot across the bow, and she swore his lips had twitched before he’d given her a stern look and had her bend over for the strap.

  All in all, being married was frustrating, wonderful, and often exciting.

  The most exciting, to her, being that she would finally join her friends in motherhood later this year. She'd missed her courses the last two months, something she and Thomas were both elated over. Soon they'd be sharing the news, at least with their family and close friends. Arabella was looking forward to asking Gabrielle to stand as godmother for her child; Gabrielle and Felix's daughter Isabella would be only about a year older than Thomas and Arabella's baby when he or she arrived.

  Smiling at her expression, her husband came forward to where she was seated in front of her mirror, his eyes sweeping over her with admiration. Her gown was his favorite shade of garnet red, trimmed with black, and dipped low in the front to reveal a wide expanse of creamy skin and cleavage. Cammy had piled Arabella's hair in an elaborate array of curls, rubies winking from the arrangement, with one lone curl hanging down to rest on the top of Arabella's breast.

  The black lace and ruby necklace, drop earrings and bangles were the only pieces missing from her ensemble, and she didn't really need help with them.

  "You look lovely," he murmured, dropping a kiss where her neck met her shoulder and making her skin tingle pleasantly.

  Arabella met his gaze in the mirror, a smile playing about her lips as she answered him formally, a sure sign that she was teasing him. They'd come to know each other's prods and quirks very well over the past year. "Thank you, my lord. May I inquire what finishing touches you think I require?"

  Looking almost boyish, Thomas grinned as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a long strand of glittering gems that made Arabella gasp. Rubies and diamonds set in a silver collar necklace fit for a princess. Although she knew Thomas had seen the gown before tonight—it had just been made last week—she hadn't known he'd had jewelry made for it.

  "Ohhh..." The word came out as a sigh of appreciation as Thomas draped the necklace around her neck and fastened it. While she did love the lace and ruby necklace she'd been intending on wearing, it didn't at all measure up to Thomas' gift. Standing up, she turned and threw herself into his arms, kissing him soundly.

  Falling back down off of her toes she beamed up at him, her arms still around his neck and his hands resting on her hips. "Is this an early anniversary present?"

  She couldn't think of another reason for the extravagant gift. Although Thomas was very generous and very thoughtful, this was certainly a present out of the normal run of things.

  Thomas chuckled. "No, it's in remembrance of our engagement, which began exactly one year ago today."

  Arabella stilled, her mind immediately working. It had been a year since his forced proposal. A little giggle bubbled up inside of her as she remembered her riotous emotions that evening and her determination to make Thomas' life as miserable as hers. Instead, they'd made each other happy... it could have all gone horribly wrong and she was so lucky things had turned out as they had.

  "What's that expression for?" he asked, tilting his head as he looked down at her, a bit bemused by her reaction.

  "I was just thinking I could have never predicted this outcome when I trapped you," she said honestly, teasing him slightly.

  He guffawed. "Trapped me? You had a drunken moment of... something, passion or insanity, that resulted in us falling in the fountain. You weren't in control of yourself."

  "Of course I was," she retorted, a bit affronted. Passion or insanity?! "I was very, very tipsy, maybe a little drunk, but I knew exactly what I was doing."

  Her husband’s mouth opened. Closed. Arabella realized her mistake as his hands suddenly tightened on her hips and the look in his eye hardened to sternness. Apparently he was not amused. "You did, did you?"

  "Wait!" Arabella squealed as she found herself being hauled towards her bed—the one they rarely ever slept in anymore, as Thomas' was larger and more comfortable overall. Somehow whenever she'd earned a punishment though, it ended up occurring in her room, in her bed. "Lady Huntly's ball—there's no time."

  "Yes there is," Thomas said, ruthlessly hauling her across his lap and flipping up her skirts.

  "My dress is going to wrinkle!"

  Ignoring her protests, Thomas pulled apart the split seam of her drawers, exposing her bottom. They were horribly out of fashion, but no one knew she wore them except for him and her maids—and Thomas preferred them. Arabella knew she wasn't the only one among her friends who was so unfashionable either; the husbands certainly had their preferences when it came to their wives' undergarments. It was certainly convenient for them at times like this.

  "Thomas!"

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  She squealed again, her legs kicking as she realized he was absolutely intent on his direction.

  ******

  Now that his wife couldn't see his face, Thomas couldn't help but grin as he began to beat a steady rhythm onto her bottom, watching the cream of her skin turn pink under his hand. Apparently he hadn't been spanking her enough recently, otherwise he doubted she would have made such a confession, even with the apparent safety of a ball they needed to leave for.

  Fortunately, his mother and Mary were attending Lady Colfax's event before joining them at the Huntleys' tonight and so had taken a separate carriage. After having dismissed Cammy the way he had, the staff likely wouldn't be surprised that he and Arabella were running late or if they never came out of their room at all. It had happened once or twice over the past year, although not so far during the Season.

  His friends had reassured him there was no harm to spanking a wife, even one in her condition, until much later in the processes. Since Arabella's stomach was as flat as ever and she'd had plenty of rest this afternoon and seemed in high spirits, he had no qualm about administering one now.

  Trapping him into marriage, indeed! He'd truly given her the benefit of the doubt and hadn't thought about exactly how they'd become engaged in... well, in close to a year.

  SMACK!

  "Thomas! Stop! We're going to be late for the ball. And you can't possibly be angry at me, you're happy we're married."

  He snorted. "That doesn't
excuse you deliberately trapping me into it, minx."

  SMACK!

  "Ow! But you wouldn't have married me otherwise."

  Thomas paused, his hand in the air as he considered her words. They were likely true. When everything was happening he'd been considering her the trapped one rather than the other way round.

  Still. He shrugged.

  SMACK!

  "Thomas!"

  "I've decided you still need a spanking, minx, and this is as good a reason as any. Just count your luck that I don't feel the need to match your bottom to your dress."

  SMACK!

  Her creamy cheeks were already turning a delightful shade of pink, making his cock jerk in his tight breeches as the flesh danced and jiggled for him. Kicking her legs slightly whenever he landed a particularly hard blow, gave him glimpses of her wet pussy. Between her cheeks the little star of her anus winked at him as she clenched and relaxed.

  Thomas shifted her slightly on his lap, turning her so that he could spread her legs a bit more and spank her right down the sensitive crease.

  She shrieked, bucking as he did so, his fingertips snapping against her tiny hole.

  "Thomas please!" The tone of her voice had changed and it was highly debatable whether she was pleading with him to stop or to keep going... or possibly to stop and fuck her. His cock was throbbing, but he wasn't done yet.

  A slightly darker hue of pink would be more pleasing... and then he was certainly going to mount her, but not in the way she thought. He alternated his blows from cheek to cheek and then the third right down the center again.

  SMACK!

  SMACK!

  SMACK!

  ******

  By the time Thomas stopped, her bottom was burning—not just the cheeks, but all over. Her husband's crisp swats had kept her hovering somewhere between pain and pleasure. The position over his knee with her bottom in the air had put her breasts in such a precarious position that with all her wriggling and jerking, they'd fallen out of the neckline of her dress and were now completely bared. She was covered everywhere except for where it was important.

  Pressing her thighs together as Thomas rubbed her sensitive skin, a few tears dripping down to the floor—although not nearly as many as if he'd truly wanted to punish her—Arabella felt her lower body throb in anticipation of what was to come next.

  But then she felt him leaning over and heard the drawer of her nightstand sliding open. She knew exactly what he was retrieving.

  "Thomas nooooo..." The plea would go unheeded, as it had every time before.

  Over the past six months her husband had grown increasingly interested in her bottom hole. Not content with just his fingers, he'd eventually introduced her to a diabolical set of dilators—and Arabella constantly cursed Wesley for the 'wedding gift' which was apparently standard issue among their friends. She found anything touching that hole to be a rather ambiguous pleasure.

  That was, she liked it but she wasn't sure she wanted to.

  So far Thomas had been content to use his fingers at the same time as his mouth was on her pussy, or insert the dilators before or after a spanking and stretch her out so that she was sore inside and out afterwards—and several times he'd fucked her while the dilators were inserted which had given her the most intense orgasms of her life. But, mentally, she had even more trouble admitting to liking it than she did confessing she liked the spankings.

  Her body made it far too obvious that she liked both, however, and Thomas had quickly realized it.

  "Such a naughty girl deserves to have her bottom punished thoroughly, inside and out," he said sternly, his words making her lower body clench in anticipation. Why she became so aroused at having a disciplinarian she couldn't understand, but her pussy always responded to being called a naughty girl... or a good girl... or a minx.

  The oiled tip of a dilator pressed against her bottom and quickly pushed in. Arabella whimpered as she clenched automatically, trying to push it back out. As always, Thomas had started with the smallest one, and he'd played with them often enough that it inserted easily. There was a slight burn, a little sting at the initial stretch, and then she almost immediately adjusted.

  Pumping the dilator between her rosy cheeks, her husband's free hand kneaded the soft flesh of her bottom, obviously enjoying himself as he tormented her. Her pussy clenched emptily. The slick glide of the dilator in and out of her forbidden orifice made her moan, too quickly becoming far too arousing to bear without embarrassment.

  He didn't take long with it however, before replacing it with the next one in size. This one took a little more effort on both their parts to work into her body, and Arabella cried out a little as the widest part slid in. Still, with Thomas continuing to frig her with the blasted thing, it wasn't long until that too had her writhing. It was such a different sensation than having something in her pussy, and yet so similar as well.

  "One more," he murmured, pulling the second one away, and Arabella nearly sighed with relief. So far he had never used the fourth, largest one and she dreaded the day when he would. Probably a day when she had actually earned a true and rather harsh punishment. What did it say about her that she was sure that day would eventually come?

  She groaned as the third one began to press into her poor hole, forcing it open. The muscles around it quivered as they were stretched open, making her feel as though she couldn't possibly be any fuller. It was both thicker and longer than the first two and the large bulb just before its base was the hardest to work in. Arabella shuddered, more tears sparking in her eyes now from the intensity of the sensations pulsing through her.

  Full, but not where she wanted to be... pleasured, but she didn't want to admit it... exquisitely punished in the most delicious way possible.

  "Oh..." Her fingers scrabbled at the floor as Thomas worked the dilator firmly. "Oh... Thomas... please..."

  She wanted him to stop—needed him to stop—because she needed him inside of her. The hard rubber dilators weren't enough, especially because of the location he inserted them.

  A moment later, Thomas was withdrawing the dilator and changing her position yet again. Arabella was propped on her elbows, her nipples brushing against the bedding, skirts still rucked up around her hips and probably becoming horribly wrinkled but she didn't care anymore. With her legs spread she could feel air wafting over all her sensitive, inner parts which were aching for him.

  To her surprise—although she couldn't call it shock because deep down she'd known this day was coming—the head of Thomas' cock pressed against her anus rather than her pussy.

  "Thomas?"

  "Just relax, minx," he said. "That's a good girl."

  A shudder went through her body, not just from his words but because he had started to press. The dilators had stretched her enough that her entrance gave way easily enough, but the head of Thomas cock was much thicker than the hard rubber. It was also both softer and yet somehow just as unyielding.

  The foreign sensation of something large, hot, and throbbing forcing its way into that narrow aperture made Arabella whimper. It felt horribly invasive, exquisitely painful, and so intimate it took her breath away. The difference between the dilators and his cock was one she couldn't quantify, but it was very real.

  "Oh..." Her body spasmed as he sank deeper, stretching her more than the dilators had, pushing into territory they'd never touched.

  The guttural groan he gave as his groin met the hot cheeks of her bottom was intensely erotic, nearly making the straining sting of her poor channel worth it.

  ******

  From the panting way Arabella was breathing, Thomas could tell she was struggling slightly with being so perversely full. He held himself still inside of her, feeling her small muscles moving against the length of his cock while the tight ring of her entrance gripped him like a vise. The pink of her cheeks contrasted with the white ring of her stretched out opening, straining around the girth of his cock.

  Since he had to hold himself still anyway
, giving her time to adjust to his proportions, Thomas memorized the view.

  When he felt her hips move against his hands, experimentally rocking forward, he began to withdraw. She gasped again, whimpering slightly at the sensation as he pulled away.

  When he'd reached about the halfway point, Thomas reversed course and began to gently but firmly sink back into her again. A whimpering sob rose from her throat, her body shuddering, and he knew she must be balancing on the edge of pleasure and pain.

  Releasing her hips, he reached up to cup both of her breasts which had fallen out of her low-cut neckline after all the jostling. He kneaded the soft flesh, adding to her pleasure and tipping her in that direction. She uttered a soft little cry, arching her back and thrusting her bottom up to meet his cock as he moved.

  The hot, tight sheathe of her ass gripped him, the very perverseness of the act adding to the eroticism. She was dressed as a proper lady, adorned as a proper lady would be, but deep down she would always be his wild Arabella, and having her bent over with her spanked bottom in the air, taking his cock up her ass while she was dressed for a ball seemed somehow so very her.

  Thomas pinched her nipples, making her clench and moan. She was moving back against him now, meeting his pumping hips, her soft cries slowly becoming less ambiguous and leaning more towards pleasured. Releasing her right breast, Thomas swept his arm around and under her skirts in the front, seeking out the swollen bud of her clit.

  When his fingers touched the sensitive nub, she nearly screamed. He rubbed, pressed.

  "Thomas! Oh... lord... Thomas!" Arabella practically pitched forward, her braced elbows no longer holding her up, her ass gripping him tightly enough to drag him down with her.

  He groaned at the hot sensation of forcing his entire length into her as he pinned her between himself and the bed. The muscles of her channel massaged his cock, practically sucking the cum from his balls as she quivered in her own ecstasy, climaxing with his cock up her bottom. Even without the physical pleasure, just knowing she had achieved her own culmination during the perverse act might have been enough for him to reach his.