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…That evening after the servants were asleep, Lady Katherine
replayed Lady Anne's surprising tale in her mind over and
over. But in her midnight musings, it was she, not Lady Anne,
bound and punished by the handsome aristocrat.
But now, as Katherine tugged harder at her restraints, she
regretted her foolishness wholeheartedly. The Duke had given
her a similar choice when he caught her in the act of tucking
the Edenbrook seal under her long flowing skirts. She, like
Lady Anne, opted for private disgrace over public scandal.
The Duke had thought of everything. A suitable chaperone for
an extended visit was found in his older sister, who
disappeared shortly after seeing Lady Katherine's parents off
at the front gate.
The next morning, Lady Katherine was awakened at dawn by a
servant, who styled her long fiery hair and helped her into one
of her favorite gowns, an emerald one with a tight bodice and
flowing sleeves. For breakfast, she dined alone in the estate's
cavernous hall. After the dishes were cleared, she sat
nervously at the massive table considering her fate. Surely,
the Duke would not exact the sort of payment she was
beginning to fear - and yet had sought with all her being.
When the clock struck ten, she discovered otherwise. The
Duke strode in, as always, magnificently dressed and sinfully
handsome. "So my naughty girl, are you ready for your
punishment," he smiled at her. "Or would you rather I let the
magistrate know of your thievery?"
Lady Katherine lifted her head defiantly. "You promised you
wouldn't tell the magistrate," she protested.
"Yes, so I did," he mused. "And I recall that you promised to
let me teach you not to steal. Is that correct?"
She looked at the floor and nodded slowly, feeling her face
grow flushed.
He clapped his hands together, and two servants appeared
seemingly out of nowhere. Each one took an arm above her
elbow and pulled her toward the entryway and into the garden.
As the panic set in, Lady Katherine began to drag her feet and
pull against the two strong men. She heard the Duke chuckle.
"Ah Lady Katherine, it's too late to change your mind now."
With practiced ease, the servants situated her between to two
stone pillars surrounded by white rose bushes. Her arms were
stretched wide apart and pulled up almost beyond comfort.
After they shackled each of her wrists to golden chains
imbedded in the pillars, the servants stepped aside.
Lady Elizabeth began to kick wildly. But with her arms so
impossibly stretched, neither foot had a firm grip on the
ground beneath it. The more she kicked, the more helplessly
she dangled from the chains that bound her.
"You bastard!" she cried, her face growing more flushed.
"Call the magistrate. I don't care. Just let me go!"
"Oh, if only I could," the Duke said with a smile. "But a
bargain is a bargain, and I think a lesson in honesty would
benefit you immensely."
He strolled several feet away and seated himself at an elegant
stone table. "I haven't yet had breakfast," he said. "I think I'll
dine right here and enjoy the view. I have a feeling it's going
to get prettier and prettier as the meal progresses."
Seemingly oblivious to Lady Katherine's discomfort, the Duke
began to enjoy a leisurely breakfast. After the first course, he
mused out loud, "Enchanting, but something is not quite right.
Let me see. Ah yes, I know." He strolled toward Lady
Katherine. As he came near, she tried to kick him. Seeming
to expect this, he dodged neatly to one side. "Temper,
temper," he lightly scolded. "I see you have much to learn."
"Secure her legs," he told his men.
"Together or apart, my Lord?" one asked.
"Together for now. Apart soon enough."
Careful to dodge her angry kicks, the smaller of the two lunged
for her ankles, grabbing them swiftly and holding them
together while the other one wrapped a sturdy piece of leather
around them. After he had knotted the leather binding it to his
satisfaction, he pulled the loose ends down, and finally secured
them to the end a hook buried deep in the ground just beneath
her dainty feet.
After inspecting his men's work, the Duke approached Lady
Katherine and ran a finger down her cheek. His touch
tantalized her, but with a toss of her elegant chin, she moved
her head away. "Get away from me!"
He pulled a knife swiftly from his belt and held it to her chest.
She shut her eyes tightly. Surely he would not kill her?
Suddenly, in one practiced motion, he cut open the front of her
gown, making her breasts tumble out of their bindings. She
gasped as he reached out to her, touching a single finger to one
of her rosy nipples. Lady Elizabeth flushed crimson, but the
Duke did not seem to notice. He turned on his heel, strode
back to the table, and then sat down to enjoy the second course
of his breakfast.
As she felt the warm sunlight dapple across her firm, full
breasts, she glared at him, her eyes blazing in defiance. "I said
let me go!" She tugged at her restraints with renewed vigor,
making her naked breasts sway tantalizingly in the process.
"Come, Lady Katherine, you understood the terms of our
agreement. If you continue to act like a spoiled child, I shall
have to treat you like a spoiled child. Now, please be quiet so
I can enjoy my breakfast."
"Damn you! I will not be quiet. I demand you release me right
now!" She was a beautiful sight, the Duke mused, with her
lovely smooth skin, her flashing green eyes, and her full rosy
lips trembling in agitation. With her legs bound together, her
movements were limited, but she continued to struggle as
much as her restraints allowed.
The Duke stood up, throwing his napkin on the table. "Don't
say I didn't warn you, my Lady," he said. "And such
language. I see it's time for our first lesson."
From a large buckskin bag next to his breakfast table, he pulled
out a bundle of fine black leather strips joined together by a
firm black handle. Her eyes grew wide as she watched him
approach. "Lady Katherine," he said. "I am quite
disappointed with you. You did, did you not, agree to our
bargain? Why do you protest so?"
She did not answer, staring at the unusual object in his strong
right hand.
"Ah, I see you are curious," he said, holding the leather object
higher to give her a better view. She looked away, pretending
to be uninterested after all. He ignored her apparent
disinterest. "You see, Lady Katherine," he continued. "I am
disappointed to see you so lacking in self-control. But gladly
for the two of us, I have just the thing to teach you some.
Your breasts are quite lovely, but I think I shall have to punish
them just the same. Your role is simple. All you have to do is
ask me for the flogging."
"Never!" she protested. "And you wouldn't dare!"
Ah, but there's where you're wrong," he said softly. "I would,
indeed, dare. And you will indeed ask me for your much-
needed punishment. Do you know why? Because I am going
to flog each breast, let's see, a dozen times for good measure -
and of course, that is after you have requested what you so
well deserve. Do you understand?"
Lady Katherine remained silent and pulled her eyes away from
his. Like lightning, she felt the first smack of the leather. It
struck her ripe right breast and made her gasp in surprise.
"You monster!" she cried as she twisted frantically against the
bindings on her arms and legs.
The Duke responded by calmly lashing at her left breast,
making her gasp louder as the sting seemed to permeate her
entire body. "Now, Lady Katherine," he said softly. "You've
felt only a single lash to each breast. If you graciously request
your flogging now, you'll have merely a dozen more on each.
What say you?"
Lady Katherine's only response was to tug even more madly
against her restraints, fighting them with all her being. "I see
you are not ready to be reasonable," the Duke observed,
lashing out quickly at her right breast again, and then her left.
The leather made a light smacking sound as it impacted her
firm flesh. Her breasts were warming up quite nicely, and
tears appeared in her eyes.
"Please stop," she cried between gasps for air. "I cannot take
this."
"That is where I must disagree," he responded. "You will,
indeed, take exactly one dozen more to each breast, after you
have dutifully requested it of course."
This seemed to shatter her composure entirely. "I am begging
you," she cried. "Truly, I cannot bear any more of this.
Release me, and we shall never speak of it again."
"Lady Katherine," he said. "You have much to learn. Are you
ready to beg me for your punishment?" She pressed her full
lips tightly together, indicating she would say nothing.
The Duke stepped back to gain a more complete view of his
captive. She was, indeed, a beautiful sight. With her arms
forced high above her head, her full breasts were lifted
enticingly for his viewing pleasure. Lightly reddened from the
punishment, they provided an intriguing contrast to the
remains of ornate emerald gown. Although her eyes were half
closed, and she was deliberately looking away, he could see
the moist glow in her eyes and the redness of her lovely face.
Her thick fiery hair was still styled up over her head, but her
frantic struggles had made a few stray strands escape, and they
lightly framed her alluring eyes and dainty ears. As he
admired his sweet quarry, he considered that he very glad,
indeed, it was she who had chosen to steal his family seal.
Returning to the task at hand, he stepped forward again. Three
times in quick succession, he lashed at her right breast. With
each impact of the leather against her lovely firm flesh, she
turned and twisted, trying frantically to get away. He paused
for a moment, and then he proceeded to lash her left breast,
also three times in quick succession. Finally, she was sobbing
freely and begging to be released.
"My foolish Lady," he chided. "You would be much wiser to
beg for your dozen lashes and be done with it. I can see that,
sadly, you have learned little. I must be a very poor teacher,
but I promise I shall try harder."
With a well-practiced motion, he struck her right breast, and
then her left, enjoying the fine smacking sound and her frantic
gasps. Her breath was coming rapidly, and between gasps, she
suddenly whispered. "Oh please. I am ready."
"Ready for what, my Lady?" he asked.
"Oh, I beg you, do not make me say it," she pleaded.
"Ah, but that is part of your training," he replied. "You must
say it out loud, or I would be a poor instructor indeed." He
waited intently, and then said, "I see you are not quite ready
after all." He made a motion to raise the leather yet another
time.
But her words tumbled out in a quick, desperate whisper. "I am
ready for my punishment..."
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