BDSM Spanking Story

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“Who made this fire?” Lord Svinton’s voice bellowed through the chamber.

Isobel sighed silently and approached the lord. “That must have been Joan, Milord. Is there anything the matter?”

“Just look at it, woman. Does that seem like a good fire to you?”

She bowed her head. “No, Milord, I apologize. Let me make it in order.” 
She went over to the fireplace and adjusted some of the twigs and logs. The flames flared up happily.

“There you go, sir. If there’s nothing else?”

“As head of the household, I do expect better work from you, Isobel. My toast was burned this morning, the shirt I wanted to wear still needs mending, and now my fire was nearly out. I expect better of you.”

Isobel swallowed. Yes, this was part of her position and responsibility, but that man could drive her insane. “Yes, Milord, it won’t happen again.”

Lord Swinton shook his head. “Sometimes I wonder why I keep you around. Not a day goes by when I don’t miss Astrid.”

Isobel’s chest was heaving, and her hands balled into fists. She took a step closer to him.

“Now listen to me closely, young man. I understand your station in life is different from mine, but that doesn’t give you the right to belittle your staff who are working their fingers to the bone for you.”

“So what will you do about it?” He leered.

“A good spanking is what you need.”

“Ha,” he scoffed. “Nurse Maud gave me plenty of those when I was little. Too bad I’ve outgrown that now, don’t you think?”

“Oh boy, don’t you tempt me.” She was twenty years his elder, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t take him on.

He squinted at her. “It looks like your hands are itching. Are you sorry you don’t have any little ones of your own you could do this to?”

“That is it.” She marched over to her Lord, pulled him by his ear and yanked him over her lap at the chaise longue.

“Ow, ow, hey,” he protested, even louder when she yanked down his breeches and bared his buttocks. She slapped him hard.

“Ow, you did not just do that!” he exclaimed.

“I just did, and I will do it again.” She slapped him a second time.

“No, that hurts.” He tried to get up, but she had an amazingly firm grip on him.

“I don’t think you have learned your lesson yet.” She hit him ten times in a row until his white buttocks had a nice red glow. 
She rubbed his ass. “What do you think? Have you learned your lesson yet?”

She grinned as she felt his rigid member poking through her skirt. She trailed her fingers over his assaulted skin. “Or do you think you want another lesson?”

“I don’t need another lesson,” the Lord said begrudgingly as he rose from her lap.

“Kneel!” Isobel ordered.

If it was from the shock or from the sudden strict tone in her voice, she didn’t know. But to her surprise, the Lord obeyed and knelt in front of her.

Isobel bared her nether parts. “Please me, boy.”

“What? No.”

She grabbed his hair and pulled him towards her crotch. “It’s just another lesson, boy. Please me like you do the girls behind the stables.”

He looked uncomfortably from left to right. Slowly his hand approached her, and he slid a finger between her labia.

She hissed in anticipation. It had been too long since anyone had touched her there. 
“More, boy,” she pleaded through clenched teeth.

He let one finger slide inside of her.

“Ah, yes,” she uttered.

Now with a faint smile, he fingered her harder. She rocked from left to right at his touch.

“Oh, Isobel, I want to…can I?” he asked shyly.

“Do it, boy, give it to me.” To hell with decency, rules and regulations. She longed to be taken. She was a woman still.

He scooted her ass towards him to have a better position and sank his hard member deep into her wet pussy.

Isobel arched her back and moaned at the pleasant intrusion. It had been so long.

He fucked her hard and fast as if too was afraid to be stopped before completion.

Isobel relished the connection, the smell of a young man between her legs, his sweat beading on his forehead.

Too soon, he shot his load deep inside of her.

With an uneasy smile, he pulled out of her and pulled up his breeches. “No one can ever learn of this,” he said stiffly before turning around.

“Remember my lessons, and it won’t have to happen again,” she replied with a sly smile.

For the first time, she was actually looking forward to the Lord misbehaving. Some lessons just begged to be repeated.


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