was then pinned into a knot on top of her head.
When Marjorie finished, she bid Serenity a good afternoon and left her alone.
Her cunny thrummed, her arse tingled. Whatever Lucien had in mind for her, she was
ready.
She slipped from her chamber and made her way to the room down the hall. Her
feet fairly flew over the soft carpeting.
Serenity knocked on Lucien's door and heard him bid her enter. When she
opened the door, she found the room dimly lit. Candlelight from the sconces danced on
the sunshine-yellow walls in strange, slow shadows. The large, tastefully appointed
space included a sitting area in front of the white marble fireplace and a large bed with
an iron bedstead. Simple, crisp white bedding lay neatly in place.
Lucien sat ramrod straight in the middle of the room, his shirtsleeves rolled up to
his elbows and one leg crossed over the other. His large, muscled arms and broad
shoulders looked formidable, breathtaking. Her legs became weak, and she had an
intense wish to run to him.
His eyes fixed on her with a dark, enigmatic gaze. "From this moment on, you
are completely under my control. You shall be happy when I am happy. Your
spankings will teach you about yourself and your sexuality. They will make it possible
for you to surrender your body to me completely. You will do anything for me because
I ask it of you. When you learn to relax into whatever pain I impose, and allow your
body to live for that pain and the subsequent pleasure, you shall truly discover who
you are. You shall be able to derive exquisite pleasure out of our life together. I shall
instruct you along the way, teaching you things about yourself you have no idea of at
the moment."
Her tears fell freely; small whimpers became convulsive sobs.
Lucien approached her, helping her to undress, slowly, sensually, stopping to
caress and fondle her at his will. Then he circled her, looking her up and down,
touching as he walked.
"You have a beautiful body. I like your firm, high breasts and slim hips. Your
nipples are delectable." He licked first one then the other.
Serenity moaned and dropped her head back. He teased her nipples with his
fingers until she screamed for mercy.
"Your bottom is firm, yet supple, perfect for what I most enjoy doing to it. What a
lovely red color." He skimmed his hand over her warm cheeks.
As she stood naked before him, devoid of any of her usual coverings, she felt
much like a vulnerable child. Though as fraught with need as she ever could remember,
she kept her hands folded in front of her, in an attempt to cover her shaved mons.
"Serenity, this session won't be an easy one. It will involve more than a
spanking."
He led her to a strange looking bench. The thickly padded top was curved into a
crescent shape, upon which she was to lie on her stomach. When she was in place,
Lucien restrained her wrists and ankles in a spread-eagle position and secured her
waist with a supple strip of leather. He didn't speak again but went about his work.
Lucien spanked her with his hand. He took his time, swiping from the tender
round underside. Her buttocks burned with each strike. Serenity gave a low, approving
moan each time he touched her, her heart beating a grateful tattoo.
"You are pinking nicely," he observed as he walked to a walnut armoire. Once
opened, it displayed numerous implements used in spankings and punishments as well
as the erotic games she assumed went on at the Sapphire Club.
He showed her a riding crop and flicked it lightly across her already reddened
cheeks, not inflicting pain, but continuing her warm up. He was light-handed, almost
playful.
He explored her cheeks and the small anal pucker. Her mind reeled with the
sensations. As he teased her, she raised her bottom. "You want attention there, I see."
"Oh, yes, please."
He walked to the armoire and opened a drawer. She was unable to see what it
was he took out, for he put whatever it was behind his back. She heard the familiar
sound of a cover being unscrewed from a container and then felt his finger at her anus,
rubbing cream around the pucker. Then he delved in, slowly, wiggling his finger. Soon
he added another finger and began to pump her, driving her mad with the burning
sensation, which, as her body adjusted, soon became pleasurable. She moaned loudly,
at which point he removed his fingers altogether.
The void was unbearable. Within a moment, she felt something cold at her rear
entrance. "Relax, my dear, and it will go in better. I am preparing you. You must relax."
He flicked her bottom with the riding crop in admonishment. She attempted to
concentrate on releasing those tight muscles as he requested. He was pressing at the
entrance with the object, which was considerably larger in circumference than even his
two fingers. She felt the intense burn as it slipped past the pucker and rested just inside.
"That's it. Now allow your body to accustom itself to the size."
"What is it?"
"It is a phallus. I shall have you hold it inside you during your spankings as I
desire. It and the lash will aid you in focusing on your arse and on nothing else."
His hand patted her gently. Soon he was pushing the phallus in deeper. She
groaned and cried out, but he did not heed her. He was gentle, but firmly pushed the
phallus to the hilt, filling her with pain and pleasure.
"Soon I will have my cock in your arse."
She felt the thickness of the marble prick and her muscles contracting around it.
There was a strong urge to expel it, but as she involuntarily tried, he kept his hand
firmly on the end.
"You must hold it for me. Keep it in place, until I take it out. Submit to it,
Serenity." His voice was like a warm blanket.
Her buttocks quaked with the strain, but soon she did indeed relax, absorbing
the pain into her body. She learned the pain lessened as she resisted the urge to fight.
Soon she settled into the phallus's presence, rather enjoying the feeling of fullness.
Without warning, he gave her a swat with the crop, followed by several more.
They stung, but did not hurt as she expected. "Very good, my dear," he said in a deep,
resonating tone. She smiled tearfully, pleased at what she'd endured.
She felt a wooden object upon her and braced for what was to come. He started
lightly, eliciting gasps and a cry from her with each strike.
"Breathe deeply, exhale upon impact." He continued and increased the severity.
Her buttocks burned, sending licks of flame throughout her body with each
strike. He paused in between strikes and slipped his hand between her legs. Her clitoris
ached for his touch, which he provided. He circled and evoked shudders from Serenity,
then smacked her again.
"You're wet."
"Mmm," she moaned.
Her cries left her shaken. He allowed her to voice the pain and pleasure she was
feeling.
"Scream if you must," he told her.
The pain exploded, riding her nerve endings to distraction. Her concentration
focused on the throbbing of her hindquarters and on the man delivering such delicious
pain.
"Your bottom is a beautiful deep crimson," he whispered into her ear, his warm
breath somehow comforting.
She panted as he changed implements. To finish this spanking, he used his hand
once again, slapping lighter and lighter, patting and fondling. Serenity sobbed,
shrieked, and howled. Lucien spoke soothing words as he tapped the phallus and
fingered her cleft. Her body was very aware of his touch, which she wanted, and so
much more.
Serenity felt emotions she'd no idea she was capable of feeling. Elation, joy,
satisfaction. Lucien released her restraints and helped her up. He carried her to the bed
and put her on his lap. Her buttocks stung and burned gloriously against the linen
fabric of his breeches. He held her and encouraged her to cry until she had nothing left.
"You will understand your tears are good. Your true submission will come when
you approach me and ask to be spanked. When you select the method and desire the
thrashing, then I shall know you have given yourself and surrendered yourself to my
will. I am looking for righteous submission from you."
Serenity sniffled and snuggled closer to Lucien's chest. He patted her like she
was a favored child. His fingers absently tapped the phallus. He toyed with her clit,
raising her sexual tension to an unbearable level.
"Oh, please," she pled.
"What is it you want?"
"I think you know."
"No, I don't. Clairvoyance is not one of my many talents." Lucien continued to
tease her, inserting two fingers inside her sheath, arousing her, all the while resisting
her entreaties."
"I need you. Please. I need . . . ."
He set her down on the floor and stood. "Bend over the side of the bed."
When she was in position, he took hold of the phallus and began to fuck her with
it, bringing it to the point of withdrawal and then pushing back in, simulating the act
she so desperately wished him to perform. He manipulated her clit, sending fire
shooting through her limbs until she came, her screams of pleasure reverberating off the
yellow silk-covered walls.
"I want your cock in my arse," Serenity cried.
He continued to fuck her with the phallus, but resisted her plea.
"Not yet. Here, let me ease you."
With his finger circling her clitoris, he brought her to climax again, ultimately
leaving her exhausted. Then he opened the placket of his breeches and positioned his
body behind her. Immediately, she moved toward him, attempting to coax him into
entering her anally.
"Lucien, I want you in my arse. Please."
"I know, my dear, but you are not ready for that. I am larger than this phallus,
and I must prepare you. Soon, I promise."
"I need you."
He easily slid into her warm, moist cleft and began stroking.
"Oh, my God, yes, yes."
She moaned when he began stroking her with the phallus in the same rhythm.
She tensed, balancing on her toes as the pleasure consumed her once again. His strokes
became deeper, harder, more punctuated as he abandoned the phallus, and his release
came upon him. Seconds later, Serenity's muscles tightened around his cock, and she
lost herself in yet another glorious orgasm.
* * * * *
Serenity had lain in Lucien's arms for some time, ruminating upon what had just
transpired between them. The spanking had been glorious, almost religious. With each
slap of the paddle or his hand, she felt a part of her heart being given over to him. It
was an amazing feeling, one she'd never experienced, even with Winsor.
She suddenly felt a tremendous feeling of loss as Lucien carefully removed the
phallus. She groaned her disapproval, but for naught, as he'd already taken himself off
the bed. He went to the washstand and began to cleanse the marble.
"When will I be ready?" she asked.
"Only when I determine you are and not a moment before."
"Ready? I am ready."
"My dear, I say you are not."
"But, the feel of the phallus was amazing. It did not hurt after the first few
minutes."
"It is not as large as I am, Serenity. I need to prepare you gradually for my cock."
She gave him a mock pout. "I shall defer to your judgment."
"Yes, you shall. In all things." He winked at her playfully. "Would you like to join
me in the club this evening?"
"What would I do there?"
"Much as I do, I suppose. I greet and make sure things are going as they should.
We could look into some of the public rooms, and you could get an idea of the things I
have told you about. I can introduce you to the members, as well."
Serenity thought about how her life had changed so dramatically, from a rather
rural existence in Nottinghamshire to one steeped in eroticism. With barely a thought,
she knew she wished to join Lucien, that evening and every one that followed. "Yes, I
would very much like to join you."
"Good," he said with a smile. He came back to bed and held her for nearly an
hour. They talked of her experience under his paddle and of the club and what she
might expect. She marveled at his intelligence and wondered how she'd survived the
last ten years, when there had been Lucien Damrill somewhere in the world, waiting for
her to come back into his life. She only wished she'd come back now for more than his
protection and to use his home as a refuge against the ravings of Martyn Thorndyke,
the Earl of Chetwood.
She wouldn't think of that now. She would much rather turn her thoughts to the
man who was presently teasing her nipple with his finger.
"What are you smiling about, little one? I should think you'd be too sore to
smile."
"I rather enjoy the soreness."
"That's a very nice revelation, because I suspect you shall be sore quite a bit."
"I certainly hope so, for you promised as much."
They laughed together, a peaceful, knowing laugh that said more than words
could.
* * * * *
The large reception room held no less than one hundred people, all seeking the
erotic thrills of the flesh. Lucien did not leave Serenity's side, or was it the other way