Continued from Disobedience at the Dressmakers Part I
The delivery of three beautiful ballgowns might normally have been an exciting occurrence, but in this case, Kitty groaned. “Take them upstairs and put them away in my trunk,” she ordered her maid.
“You don’t want to try them on first?” her maid exclaimed in surprise.
She glanced over her shoulder toward the study where her husband was reading, hoping he hadn’t heard, only to find him leaning in the doorway with a satisfied smirk. Her heart did a backflip.
“No, not this time, thank you,” she said quickly.
“Leave them on the bed,” Harry instructed the maid, then gave her a heavy-lidded gaze. “I am looking forward to seeing you try them on for me.”
She squeezed her buttocks together, remembering clearly what he had in mind. “I had hoped you had forgotten about that. Surely you’ve forgiven me by now?”
He walked forward and put his arms around her waist, brushing a kiss against her neck. “Certainly, darling. But that doesn’t mean I won’t follow through on a promised punishment.”
Just the word “punishment” made her heart beat harder against her ribs and she clicked her lips nervously. “When? Today?”
He smiled broadly, enjoying her discomfort. “Right now. As soon as I make a visit to the kitchen.”
She lifted her chin, realizing there was nothing to do but make the best of it. “Fine. I’ll be waiting upstairs for you.”
Perhaps it would not be as horrible as it sounded. But she found herself stomping her feet a bit on the way up the stairs. She couldn’t believe he was actually going to stick ginger up her arse like a horse!
Her maid was waiting for her, the dresses laid out on the bed. One was a navy, another a maroon. The last was a dark green. She had given the dressmaker specific design elements to include, and they had turned out perfectly.
“Shall I help you out of your day dress, my lady?” Her maid asked.
She sighed, turning around to offer her back. “Yes, please.” When she was divested of the dress, she told her maid that Harry would help her with the rest. Fortunately, it was not such an odd pronouncement, as it was a quirk of her husband’s that he preferred to be the one to undress and dress her. She smiled thinking of the dark intensity, the almost reverence with which he disrobed her, as if unlacing her corset was a privilege to be savored. Yes, he sometimes punished her, but it was with that same passion and was always followed by the tenderest of care.
He’d been looking forward to this punishment, which had irritated her on her way to the bedroom, but now made her soften. It couldn’t be so horrible if it caused such a gleam in his eye. She looked at herself in the glass and pulled the pins from her hair, rubbing her lips together to bring out their natural color. She did not remove her corset, since it would be needed for trying on the dresses, but she did remove her drawers, leaving only the stockings and garters on below her waist. Then she curled up on the bed between the dresses to wait.
Harry opened the door and leered appreciatively at the sight of her. His eyes had gone dark and she could see a bulge tenting his trousers. “That’s my kitten,” he murmured.
He walked straight to her, leaning over the bed to press a hard kiss on her mouth as his hand delved inside her corset to seek her breast. Then he pulled abruptly away, shaking himself, as if not wishing to be sidetracked. He tossed one of the dresses on top of another to make room for himself and sat down, patting his lap. She crawled over it obediently.
His hand came down on her bottom with a loud crack and she jumped. He continued to pepper her backside with spanks.
When he struck her thigh, she protested, “Harry! Unfair!”
He gave a low chuckle. “Yes, kitten, but I could not resist. Besides, you might prefer it to what is coming next.”
She squeezed her buttocks together so tightly her legs lifted straight out.
He gave her cheek a pinch and held it. “None of that, or I’ll give you a slippering. Relax this,” he said, shaking the pinched flesh.
She released the muscular contraction slowly.
“That is it,” he encouraged warmly. He kneaded her bottom, causing the tingling warmth he had created on the surface of her backside to spread into her core. She opened her thighs slightly in hopes he might reward her there. Instead, he parted her two cheeks, spreading them wide. She flinched and started to squeeze again, but he slapped her right between the legs, smarting her sex with the reprimand.
“Ooh!”
Before she could recover, her cheeks were parted and a hard, cool object was pressed against her anus. She froze, listening intently.
“Relax and open for it,” Harry commanded.
Instead she started to squeeze again, but he pressed insistently so that she was forced to open to avoid pain. It felt better the moment it entered, with the same satisfying and slightly frightening feeling of having his finger there--a feeling of being too full and too excited all at once. There was a slight burning around the ring of her anus where the ginger touched her flesh, but it was not too uncomfortable. If this was all he had in mind, it was not so bad. Still, she didn’t want him to think it was a failure, so she made a few more “oohing” sounds and rolled around on his lap, enjoying the feel of his hardened cock beneath her.
“It takes a bit for it to start working,” he said, dashing her hopes that it had failed. “So I think I’ll spank a little more while we wait.”
“No!” she kicked her legs. “My lord, I don’t require more spanking!” She changed her tone to a more suggestive timber. “Perhaps you could think of something else?” She spread her legs wider on his lap.
He rewarded her with another slap directly on her sex, which had grown moist with the stimulation of her back hole. “Ah, I think you like that,” he remarked, slapping her there again.
“What makes you say that?” she snapped, but her body had already betrayed her. Not only had she not closed her thighs, but she was arching back at him, as if eager for any kind of touch there, even if it was a spank. He obliged, delivering several more swift slaps, which jostled the ginger, creating more of a burn, as well as more arousal.
“Harry!” she gasped.
****
Harry stroked his wife’s beautiful bottom, letting his hand caress the backs of her thighs and travel back up again. “Yes, kitten?”
She didn’t answer, but he could tell she was growing more and more aroused, perhaps as the sensation of the ginger was beginning to increase. He knew from the stable hands that it took a half an hour to take effect for a horse. He had no idea if it was the same for humans, but the idea of keeping her draped over his lap for thirty minutes certainly had its appeal.
He allowed his fingers to dip between her thighs, not surprised to find her folds swollen and slick. She moaned and pushed back eagerly. He chuckled and gave her another light slap there, knowing by the way she’d groaned his name she was already looking for release. But he planned to make her wait. Which didn’t mean he couldn’t tease her a bit. He slid his fingers between her legs again, circling the sensitive bud and spreading her juices around. She writhed against his cock, which strained with excitement. Sliding two fingers deeper within her, he pushed in and out a few times before withdrawing completely, eliciting a grunt of protest. His handprints had already faded from her bottom, so he set to work leaving new ones, at the same time moving the ginger in and out of her back hole with his other hand.
She grew more and more agitated, not even protesting when he slapped the backs of her thighs, which she hated. She clawed at the covers, rubbing her face in it like a cat with catnip. He had to purposely calm his breath, so great was his desire to forget the rest of her punishment and simply skip ahead to his reward. With a great effort, he stopped spanking and thrusting the ginger and ordered her to stand.
It took her a long time to obey, and he guessed her mind had been far away by the way her body trembled. A sheen of sweat had gathered on her low back as the ginger heated her insides.
She tottered to her feet with his assistance, her face flushed, her eyes glassy and wild.
“I am ready for you to show me the dresses now.”
She stared at him as if the words traveled a very long distance to reach her brain, but then curtsied, mumbling “Yes, my lord” with slack lips before she began to shift from foot to foot in discomfort. She walked stiffly to pick up one of the gowns, a lovely dark green satin, which she pulled over her head, returning to him for help with the buttons. She fidgeted more and more as he fastened her, her breath coming in hisses and gasps. When the gown was fastened, he gave her bottom a slap, knowing full well it would further embed the ginger. She gave a cry and jumped, just as a spirited horse might. He grinned. “Go on and prance for me, kitten.”
“Prance?” she asked doubtfully, perspiration glistening on her lovely decolletage. He gave another slap and she seemed to know exactly what he meant by prance, stepping quickly away from him, then sashaying about the room as if she were, indeed, a show pony.
“Lovely, lovely dear. I do like this dress. Show me another?”
She gave a little whimper but obediently stepped to him, turning around so he could unbutton her. He helped her into the second dress and then the third, watching as she took several turns about the room, looking almost drunk with agitation. When she came to him to remove the third dress, she fell forward into his arms. “Oh Harry,” she moaned, the wanton note in her voice driving him mad with desire. “I need you, Harry,” she begged.
Unfortunately for the new dress, he lost his mind, popping every button as he tore it open in the back. It fell to her feet in a fluffy pool, trampled under both their feet as he spun her around and folded her over the bed.
“Please, Harry,” she pleaded, reaching between her legs and rubbing her fingers frantically over her dripping sex as he pulled his cock free of his trousers. “It’s so warm,” she moaned. “I need you so badly.”
He thrust into her without another second’s hesitation, groaning to finally be inside her hot, swollen sheath.
“Yes, Harry!” Kitty gasped, keeping her fingers between her legs and using them to frantically rub her nub of pleasure, then to scissor around his cock, providing a new tighter sensation as he moved in and out of her.
With her level of excitement, he was not going to last long. He slammed into her, his flesh slapping the exposed end of the ginger, pressing it in her back hole as he pressed in her luscious sex.
“Harry…Harry…Harry…YES!” she crooned, bucking underneath him as her legs gave way and she climaxed. He could not wait any longer, the milking of her muscles sending him over the edge, causing him to spend inside her with his own cry of ecstasy.
When at last their shudders had stopped, he withdrew from Kitty and turned her around. She flopped backward on the bed like a rag doll, her arms splayed out at angles, her thick glossy hair fanning out from her head. Her eyes were half-closed with satisfaction.
He flopped beside her, burying his face in her silky hair. “Sweet little kitten,” he murmured. “You make for a spectacular pony show.”
(c) Renee Rose and Stormy Night Publications
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The delivery of three beautiful ballgowns might normally have been an exciting occurrence, but in this case, Kitty groaned. “Take them upstairs and put them away in my trunk,” she ordered her maid.
“You don’t want to try them on first?” her maid exclaimed in surprise.
She glanced over her shoulder toward the study where her husband was reading, hoping he hadn’t heard, only to find him leaning in the doorway with a satisfied smirk. Her heart did a backflip.
“No, not this time, thank you,” she said quickly.
“Leave them on the bed,” Harry instructed the maid, then gave her a heavy-lidded gaze. “I am looking forward to seeing you try them on for me.”
She squeezed her buttocks together, remembering clearly what he had in mind. “I had hoped you had forgotten about that. Surely you’ve forgiven me by now?”
He walked forward and put his arms around her waist, brushing a kiss against her neck. “Certainly, darling. But that doesn’t mean I won’t follow through on a promised punishment.”
Just the word “punishment” made her heart beat harder against her ribs and she clicked her lips nervously. “When? Today?”
He smiled broadly, enjoying her discomfort. “Right now. As soon as I make a visit to the kitchen.”
She lifted her chin, realizing there was nothing to do but make the best of it. “Fine. I’ll be waiting upstairs for you.”
Perhaps it would not be as horrible as it sounded. But she found herself stomping her feet a bit on the way up the stairs. She couldn’t believe he was actually going to stick ginger up her arse like a horse!
Her maid was waiting for her, the dresses laid out on the bed. One was a navy, another a maroon. The last was a dark green. She had given the dressmaker specific design elements to include, and they had turned out perfectly.
“Shall I help you out of your day dress, my lady?” Her maid asked.
She sighed, turning around to offer her back. “Yes, please.” When she was divested of the dress, she told her maid that Harry would help her with the rest. Fortunately, it was not such an odd pronouncement, as it was a quirk of her husband’s that he preferred to be the one to undress and dress her. She smiled thinking of the dark intensity, the almost reverence with which he disrobed her, as if unlacing her corset was a privilege to be savored. Yes, he sometimes punished her, but it was with that same passion and was always followed by the tenderest of care.
He’d been looking forward to this punishment, which had irritated her on her way to the bedroom, but now made her soften. It couldn’t be so horrible if it caused such a gleam in his eye. She looked at herself in the glass and pulled the pins from her hair, rubbing her lips together to bring out their natural color. She did not remove her corset, since it would be needed for trying on the dresses, but she did remove her drawers, leaving only the stockings and garters on below her waist. Then she curled up on the bed between the dresses to wait.
Harry opened the door and leered appreciatively at the sight of her. His eyes had gone dark and she could see a bulge tenting his trousers. “That’s my kitten,” he murmured.
He walked straight to her, leaning over the bed to press a hard kiss on her mouth as his hand delved inside her corset to seek her breast. Then he pulled abruptly away, shaking himself, as if not wishing to be sidetracked. He tossed one of the dresses on top of another to make room for himself and sat down, patting his lap. She crawled over it obediently.
His hand came down on her bottom with a loud crack and she jumped. He continued to pepper her backside with spanks.
When he struck her thigh, she protested, “Harry! Unfair!”
He gave a low chuckle. “Yes, kitten, but I could not resist. Besides, you might prefer it to what is coming next.”
She squeezed her buttocks together so tightly her legs lifted straight out.
He gave her cheek a pinch and held it. “None of that, or I’ll give you a slippering. Relax this,” he said, shaking the pinched flesh.
She released the muscular contraction slowly.
“That is it,” he encouraged warmly. He kneaded her bottom, causing the tingling warmth he had created on the surface of her backside to spread into her core. She opened her thighs slightly in hopes he might reward her there. Instead, he parted her two cheeks, spreading them wide. She flinched and started to squeeze again, but he slapped her right between the legs, smarting her sex with the reprimand.
“Ooh!”
Before she could recover, her cheeks were parted and a hard, cool object was pressed against her anus. She froze, listening intently.
“Relax and open for it,” Harry commanded.
Instead she started to squeeze again, but he pressed insistently so that she was forced to open to avoid pain. It felt better the moment it entered, with the same satisfying and slightly frightening feeling of having his finger there--a feeling of being too full and too excited all at once. There was a slight burning around the ring of her anus where the ginger touched her flesh, but it was not too uncomfortable. If this was all he had in mind, it was not so bad. Still, she didn’t want him to think it was a failure, so she made a few more “oohing” sounds and rolled around on his lap, enjoying the feel of his hardened cock beneath her.
“It takes a bit for it to start working,” he said, dashing her hopes that it had failed. “So I think I’ll spank a little more while we wait.”
“No!” she kicked her legs. “My lord, I don’t require more spanking!” She changed her tone to a more suggestive timber. “Perhaps you could think of something else?” She spread her legs wider on his lap.
He rewarded her with another slap directly on her sex, which had grown moist with the stimulation of her back hole. “Ah, I think you like that,” he remarked, slapping her there again.
“What makes you say that?” she snapped, but her body had already betrayed her. Not only had she not closed her thighs, but she was arching back at him, as if eager for any kind of touch there, even if it was a spank. He obliged, delivering several more swift slaps, which jostled the ginger, creating more of a burn, as well as more arousal.
“Harry!” she gasped.
****
Harry stroked his wife’s beautiful bottom, letting his hand caress the backs of her thighs and travel back up again. “Yes, kitten?”
She didn’t answer, but he could tell she was growing more and more aroused, perhaps as the sensation of the ginger was beginning to increase. He knew from the stable hands that it took a half an hour to take effect for a horse. He had no idea if it was the same for humans, but the idea of keeping her draped over his lap for thirty minutes certainly had its appeal.
He allowed his fingers to dip between her thighs, not surprised to find her folds swollen and slick. She moaned and pushed back eagerly. He chuckled and gave her another light slap there, knowing by the way she’d groaned his name she was already looking for release. But he planned to make her wait. Which didn’t mean he couldn’t tease her a bit. He slid his fingers between her legs again, circling the sensitive bud and spreading her juices around. She writhed against his cock, which strained with excitement. Sliding two fingers deeper within her, he pushed in and out a few times before withdrawing completely, eliciting a grunt of protest. His handprints had already faded from her bottom, so he set to work leaving new ones, at the same time moving the ginger in and out of her back hole with his other hand.
She grew more and more agitated, not even protesting when he slapped the backs of her thighs, which she hated. She clawed at the covers, rubbing her face in it like a cat with catnip. He had to purposely calm his breath, so great was his desire to forget the rest of her punishment and simply skip ahead to his reward. With a great effort, he stopped spanking and thrusting the ginger and ordered her to stand.
It took her a long time to obey, and he guessed her mind had been far away by the way her body trembled. A sheen of sweat had gathered on her low back as the ginger heated her insides.
She tottered to her feet with his assistance, her face flushed, her eyes glassy and wild.
“I am ready for you to show me the dresses now.”
She stared at him as if the words traveled a very long distance to reach her brain, but then curtsied, mumbling “Yes, my lord” with slack lips before she began to shift from foot to foot in discomfort. She walked stiffly to pick up one of the gowns, a lovely dark green satin, which she pulled over her head, returning to him for help with the buttons. She fidgeted more and more as he fastened her, her breath coming in hisses and gasps. When the gown was fastened, he gave her bottom a slap, knowing full well it would further embed the ginger. She gave a cry and jumped, just as a spirited horse might. He grinned. “Go on and prance for me, kitten.”
“Prance?” she asked doubtfully, perspiration glistening on her lovely decolletage. He gave another slap and she seemed to know exactly what he meant by prance, stepping quickly away from him, then sashaying about the room as if she were, indeed, a show pony.
“Lovely, lovely dear. I do like this dress. Show me another?”
She gave a little whimper but obediently stepped to him, turning around so he could unbutton her. He helped her into the second dress and then the third, watching as she took several turns about the room, looking almost drunk with agitation. When she came to him to remove the third dress, she fell forward into his arms. “Oh Harry,” she moaned, the wanton note in her voice driving him mad with desire. “I need you, Harry,” she begged.
Unfortunately for the new dress, he lost his mind, popping every button as he tore it open in the back. It fell to her feet in a fluffy pool, trampled under both their feet as he spun her around and folded her over the bed.
“Please, Harry,” she pleaded, reaching between her legs and rubbing her fingers frantically over her dripping sex as he pulled his cock free of his trousers. “It’s so warm,” she moaned. “I need you so badly.”
He thrust into her without another second’s hesitation, groaning to finally be inside her hot, swollen sheath.
“Yes, Harry!” Kitty gasped, keeping her fingers between her legs and using them to frantically rub her nub of pleasure, then to scissor around his cock, providing a new tighter sensation as he moved in and out of her.
With her level of excitement, he was not going to last long. He slammed into her, his flesh slapping the exposed end of the ginger, pressing it in her back hole as he pressed in her luscious sex.
“Harry…Harry…Harry…YES!” she crooned, bucking underneath him as her legs gave way and she climaxed. He could not wait any longer, the milking of her muscles sending him over the edge, causing him to spend inside her with his own cry of ecstasy.
When at last their shudders had stopped, he withdrew from Kitty and turned her around. She flopped backward on the bed like a rag doll, her arms splayed out at angles, her thick glossy hair fanning out from her head. Her eyes were half-closed with satisfaction.
He flopped beside her, burying his face in her silky hair. “Sweet little kitten,” he murmured. “You make for a spectacular pony show.”
(c) Renee Rose and Stormy Night Publications
Read the story of Kitty and Harry's courtship in The Westerfield Affair
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