Read Bought and Trained Online
Authors: Emily Tilton
Tags: #Literature & Fiction, #Erotica, #Bdsm, #Romantic Erotica
Each time, he gave her a hug and a kiss, and a little pat on her bottom. Really, he
could tell she was playing, and enjoying the play so much she wanted to make it go
on forever. “It will hurt so much, won’t it, Master?” she would say, as he hugged
her. “I’ll be brave, I promise. I know I deserve it.”
David would say, “It will be alright, Rose. We both need this.” And Rose would run
back to Hannah, and Hannah would hug her, and they would go off into a shop or for
a little walk down to the Seine.
“Take off your nightgown, Rose,” David said, “and lay yourself down over the piano
bench. It’s time for your caning.” He had in his hand the stiff cane he had bought
from the little store Abigail ran out of her office at the Institute, thinking that
he would save it to use upon Rose on a special occasion. He slapped the end of it
against his palm, and felt the sting even from that light stroke.
Rose obeyed him, and now, as Grace and Hannah sat watching on the couch, Grace’s arms
around Hannah, Rose presented her bottom to them all, for punishment, with her legs
together but a little hint of her pussy peeping through her shut thighs nonetheless.
David’s head felt light at the sight, and at the thought of how he would mark that
bottom before he finished her whipping.
“Rose,” David said, “it’s time for us to understand one another as well as we possibly
can. Do you agree?”
“Yes, Master.” Rose’s voice came up muffled, as she spoke into the leather-covered
cushion of the piano bench.
“When I cane you, in a moment, I will not be punishing you for resisting Peter when
I gave your ass to him.”
“You won’t, Master?”
“Indeed, I won’t be punishing you at all. You resisted Peter because you wanted to
decide to whom your ass belonged.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Even if our relationship were truly some sort of barbaric bond of chattel-ownership,
I might I suppose punish you for that, but when I begin to beat you in a moment it
won’t be a punishment.”
“Why, Master?” Rose’s voice sounded a bit breathless, and in fact David noticed that
a slight sheen had arisen where the cleft of her pussy was just visible between her
thighs.
“Because your caning is, in truth, actually a communication—a sharing—between me and
you, my sweet girl. I am saying to you that I want you to be mine, and no one else’s,
and you are saying that you want to be mine, and no one else’s.”
As he finished enunciating the possessive ‘s’ of ‘else’s,’ he brought the cane down,
very hard and, as Rose screamed and screamed, in real pain, he continued to beat her.
Soon, her hands were flying up to try to cover her blazing backside, where the welts
were quickly forming in a crisscross pattern, and he was holding those hands behind
her back and caning her still. He heard Hannah crying, and Grace saying “Shh, Hannah.
It will be alright. They both need this.”
Rose’s screams gave way to harsh panting intermingled with little sobs, and her rear
became a mess of stripes from waist to knees. At last, David dropped the cane, and
knelt next to Rose. He stroked her hair and her tear-stained cheek, saying, “Good
girl. Such a good girl. I love you.” He ran his forefinger gently along her beautiful
collar, put his hand softly around her neck and cherished her little chin in his hand.
Rose said, through sobs, “I love you, Master. Thank you. Thank you so much.”
Gently, ever so gently, David, still kneeling next to his beautiful concubine, put
his hand between her thighs. Rose gasped; her legs instantly parted.
“Naughty,” chided David, as he claimed her with his hand. “So very naughty.”
“Oh, look,” he heard Grace say, as he went to kneel behind Rose, between her knees,
and he knew that Grace wanted Hannah to turn her face away from Grace’s bosom and
to the sight of David giving Rose what she needed most in the world right now.
“What’s Master doing?” asked Hannah, charmingly as only (David thought) she knew how.
“Master is making Rose feel very nice,” Grace said.
“Oh!” said Hannah. “Why does it sound like he’s still hurting her?”
“Sometimes when a girl feels very, very good, it sounds like that.”
David kissed, and touched, and licked, and Rose screamed, “Master, may I come?”
“Yes,” David breathed, straight into his sweet, beautiful Rose’s pussy. “As many times
as you like.” Tenderly, he placed his middle finger against her crinkly pink bottom-hole,
and pushed just a little bit.
At that, Rose began to come.
* * *
Abigail lay in Joanne’s arms in the lovely hotel room—of the sort Joanne could now
afford, once in a while, thanks to the finder’s fee she had collected when Rose had
stayed with David and Grace for a year.
“Abigail?” Joanne said.
“Yes, Mistress?” Abigail said.
“There’s something I’ve wanted to ask you for quite a while.”
“Yes, Mistress?”
“You are so very good at dominating your girls…”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
“Are you always a submissive, in bed?”
Abigail looked up at Joanne from where she lay with her cheek pillowed on Joanne’s
big left breast, and smiled. “Maybe, Mistress,” she said, “and maybe not. Would you
like a spanking?” Abigail’s voice was suddenly the harsh one she used with girls at
the Institute, and her words did not inquire as much as they threatened.
“No, thank you, Abigail,” Joanne said. “I’ll be the mistress here, thank you very
much.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Abigail said, obediently and happily, and snuggled back into Joanne’s
arms.
“But… you
are
a submissive.”
“Yes.”
“Like Rose.”
“Yes.”
“Were you…” Joanne’s voice fell to a whisper, “… broken? Like… like Rose was?”
“Yes,” Abigail replied, “I was. It’s a story that’s even longer than Rose’s, perhaps,
because eventually of course it landed me at the Institute, responsible for the breaking
of others, like Rose.”
“And…”
“May I guess what you want to ask me, Mistress?”
“Yes,” Joanne replied, as always amazed by Abigail’s perspicacity and wisdom.
“You want to ask if it turns out OK, when a girl decides that she doesn’t want to
walk away with the money and have a normal life.”
Joanne nodded. “Yes. I mean… I know your story isn’t exactly the same, but… you chose
not to marry that alpha guy you told me about once, right?”
“That’s right. I chose the kind of family that looks different—very different.” She
paused, and looked into Joanne’s eyes. “And I lived happily ever after.”
The End
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The Count’s Discipline
When Robert de Lourcy’s wife spurns his desire to spank her, the young count contents
himself with disciplining other women of the court, until a rash decision to chastise
the women of a captured castle arouses the ire of the local bishop and Robert is forced
to seek absolution. In an act of penance, he visits a cathedral and stumbles upon
a young girl named Sophia who has been set upon by robbers. Remembering his promise
make amends for his sins, Robert takes pity on the destitute child, placing her in
a convent so that she may be properly educated.
When Sophia comes of age, the nuns at the convent grow more firm with her. The young
woman is simultaneously drawn to their discipline but also unconvinced that their
motivations are particularly noble. After Sophia’s education is complete, Robert brings
her into his household to serve as his secretary. Though he has decided to never spank
another woman again, when Sophia begs him to chastise her as the nuns did he cannot
resist the opportunity to take her over his knee.
The two begin a happy relationship based on Sophia’s acceptance of the count’s discipline,
but he remains devoted to his wife until she dies tragically in childbirth. After
that sad event, Sophia expects the count to marry another noblewoman, but will that
new wife be jealous and send her away? Is she doomed to be cast back onto the streets
from whence she came, or will Robert break the shackles of society and wed a commoner?
Geoffrey’s Rules
For as long as she can remember, Chloe has imagined what it would be like to be utterly
and completely dominated by a man. When she meets Geoffrey—a man who can make her
blush red with shame and quiver with lust at the same time with nothing more than
a word or a glance—Chloe begins to wonder if her fantasy could become reality.
As hot as her desire burns, though, Chloe struggles with herself. How can a modern
woman feel this way? Should she not berate herself for longing to be taken over her
man’s knee for a bare bottom spanking? No matter how she yearns for it, does she really
belong on her knees at Geoffrey’s feet, naked and waiting for him to take her any
way he pleases?
When Geoffrey offers her what she knows deep down she has always wanted, will she
turn him away, or will she submit to his rules and allow her new master to take her
fully in hand?
Tamed by the Highlander
When raiders fall upon Urquhart Castle, Elisabeth Grant, the daughter of the castle’s
lord—a highlander by birth, but educated in the lowlands—is left defenseless when
her cowardly father abandons her. At the last moment, her life and her maidenhead
are saved from the raiders by Angus MacGregor, the proud highlander she had only hours
earlier ordered locked in the pillory for his insolence toward her.
Vowing that she will see her home rise from the ruins after the attack, Elisabeth
resolves to stay as close to the castle as possible. With her father and his soldiers
gone, however, she has nowhere to turn for protection except to the highlander who
so recently rescued her. When Angus informs her that he has no interest in a ward
or a servant, she impetuously offers to wed the uncouth, yet undeniably brave and
handsome highlander whose firm words and strong arms both terrify and excite her.
Angus agrees to marry Elisabeth on one condition: she will serve and obey him as a
proper wife should, and if she fails in her duties, she will be soundly spanked. She
agrees to his condition, but when she surrenders to his touch one moment and defies
him the next, his desire for her only grows fiercer. Though it quickly becomes clear
she will not yield without a fight—and a taste of his leather strap upon her bare
bottom—he soon discovers she is like no woman he has ever known, as being chastised
until she is writhing and begging only increases her lust for him.
But when her father returns to rebuild the ruins of Urquhart even as the threat of
another assault on the castle looms, Angus wonders whether Elisabeth will abandon
him and return to the life of a noble lady. Even if she stays by his side, will their
newly forged bond be shattered in the heat of battle, or will their love and courage
be enough to withstand the swords of the marauders?
Their Firm Men
When she hears about the engagement of her sister, Esther, to one of San Francisco’s
wealthiest merchants, twenty-five-year-old Amelia Lander decides it is high time she
obeyed her mother’s last wish—that she watch over her younger sister. Amelia leaves
her teaching job in New York City and travels by train to San Francisco, where she
loses no time in calling on Esther and her new husband, Samuel Allen, and providing
them with proof that she is Esther’s sister and that her existence has been intentionally
concealed by their father for seventeen years, since Esther was a toddler.
Samuel suggests that Amelia live with them, but when Esther says something impolite
and Samuel tells her—in front of Amelia—that she can expect to be soundly spanked
for her rudeness, Amelia is shocked. Samuel informs Amelia that he will run his house
as he sees fit, and when she responds with insults and defiance, Amelia soon finds
herself over the knee of Samuel’s business partner, Michael Sullivan, for a long,
hard spanking on her bare bottom. In spite of her shame and fury, however, Amelia
cannot help but be drawn to the man who chastised her so thoroughly.
When she learns that her father is once again up to no good, Amelia runs straight
to Michael with the news, and he and Samuel form a plan to stop him. But can Amelia
bring herself to obey Michael and stay out of the way, or will her foolhardy actions
cost the life of the man she has reluctantly come to love?
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