My Lord and Master (5 page)

Eventually, the moment came that Angelica had been so fiercely anticipating. For Mary came to her chambers to summon her.

 “Prepare yourself,” said a sombre Mary. “Lord Sutherland wants you in an hour. You know where.”

And just as quickly as she came, Mary was gone again. Angelica couldn’t help but smile to note that once more, Mary was unable to unable to look her in the face.

Poor, shy Mary! She must have seen so much, heard so much, working here. And yet, she was so prudish!

Angelica resolved to be gentle with her, to shield her as far as possible from the goings on with Lord Sutherland, and particularly the growing desire within her own young bosom.

But there was little time to ruminate on this further. She had only an hour to dress for her Lord, and this time, she was determined to present herself in a manner pleasing to his eye.

Exactly an hour later, Angelica found herself standing outside the door to his room, dressed once more in her silk bloomers and cotton petticoat. She knocked timidly on the heavy wood door and waited, her breath shivering past her lips, her whole body atremble.

“Enter,” came the cold, booming voice from inside the room.

Angelica turned the cold brass handle to the door then stepped inside, once more finding Lord Sutherland sitting like a king upon that purple throne-like chair, his legs spread wide apart, his black leather boots gleaming, his eyes burning and bright as he took her in from head to toe.

“So, Angelica,” he began in such a cold, measured tone it gave her chills all over, “how are you settling in to your new life so far?”

Angelica was taken aback by her Lordship’s thoughtful question. There seemed to be genuine concern in his voice. Perhaps they were to have some kind of relationship after all?

And as she thought back on her last few days: relaxing in bed, eating fine foods, and of course exploring her own body, a contented smile flashed across her pretty face.

“Very well, My Lordship,” she replied honestly, realising with a jolt of surprise that she hadn’t missed home the way she thought she might, her thoughts hardly ever straying back to that crooked little tumbledown house, or her poor old mother and father.

“And what exactly have you been
doing
to amuse yourself?” Lord Sutherland persisted. “After all, you’ve had plenty of time on your hands, wouldn’t you say?”

At this, Angelica felt a hot blush rise to her cheeks despite herself, as she thought back to her main activity: all those hours spent with her fingers between her legs, causing that same intense, shivery pleasure that she’d grown to crave ever since Lord Sutherland had touched her there ...

“Nothing much, My Lordship,” Angelica said, trying to will the hotness from her cheeks, but instead feeling the burning sensation increase, her whole face breaking out in a tell-tale bright crimson colour.

“Oh, is that so?” Lord Sutherland replied sternly, piercing her with his gaze. “Now tell me something truthfully, girl. Have you been
touching yourself
, the way I touched you? Have you been playing with your little cunny until it splashed?
Answer me
.”

And by the way he said these final words, Angelica knew that there was simply no use in lying to him. It was as if he could see directly into her soul anyway, and anyway, her blushing cheeks no doubt gave her away. So what was the use in deceiving him?

“Aye, My Lordship,” she said quietly, ashamed. “Aye, I have.”

“Good. I’m glad you have decided to be honest with me,” he replied with a cruel smile. “But perhaps it slipped my mind to warn you during our last encounter, Angelica. You see, you are
never ever
to touch yourself there without my permission, do you understand. Is that clear?”

Angelica nodded again, quickly, her slender body now trembling in fear of this imposing man, sitting there before her.

“And how many
times
exactly would you say that you have touched yourself, Angelica? If you were to hazard a guess?”

Angelica felt her blush increase, her shame flooding through her tenfold as she thought back on the sheer number of times she’d toyed with her sex.

“I suppose around ... thirty times, My Lordship?” she replied quietly, her eyes fixed firmly on the floor. 

‘
Thirty
?” Lord Sutherland bellowed, loud enough to make her jump. “Good God, child, you
have
been busy haven’t you! Well, Angelica, I’m afraid I must punish you for your wickedness; one stern spanking for each time you touched yourself. Understand?”

Angelica shivered. Spanking? She’d not been
spanked
since she was a naughty little baby. Was this childish punishment really necessary? But then again, who was she to disobey Lord Sutherland? Wanting only to please and obey her new master, she timidly nodded her head once more.

“Good,” he said quietly, the cruel smile returning to his lips. “Now remove your bloomers, then place yourself across my knee.”

As Angelica slipped her pretty silk bloomers down over her thighs, her body responded with a flood of excitement, her skin flashing with goose bumps and the sensitive little button between her legs once more beginning its throbbing, aching call. But, Angelica knew that this was to be a very different experience, and she tried to ignore the sensations of pleasure that seemed to mix in with her feelings of shame and fear as she stepped out of her bloomers, then padded timidly towards Lord Sutherland, sitting there in his plush velvet throne, legs wide apart.

“Good girl,” he murmured. “Now place yourself over my knee like so,” he said, indicating his right leg.

Angelica bent forward, placing herself just as instructed, so that her bottom was thrust high in the air and her head was right down between the Lord’s legs. She could feel the musky heat of his crotch bathing her face with its warmth as she waited, shivering and expectant, for whatever might come next.

First Lord Sutherland began, ever so slowly, to slide back the hem of her dress, inch by tantalizing inch, uncovering her pert, milk-white buttocks beneath. Angelica shivered as she felt his hand firmly cup her rump, squeezing her tender flesh with his hot rough fingers, and as he did so, she felt something else, too: a strange hardness that began to press against her face. She shifted her head slightly, to allow the thing more room, realizing with a tremble of surprise that it was Lord Sutherland’s manhood – stirring between his legs as he stroked and fondled her buttocks.

He took his hand away from her rump just then, leaving a long electrifying pause before ...

CRACK!

It was as if all of Angelica’s nerves crackled with fire.

“One,” Lord Sutherland said.

Another pause, and then he struck her bottom a second time – “Two!” – the white-heat of her pain again flashing right through her body, causing her to gasp, sucking the breath past her lips, her brain unable to fully process this strange sensation – because it was
pain,
sure enough, but for some strange reason Angelica found herself actually
enjoying it
, too.

Why, she was even anticipating the third spank now, her whole body poised for it, willing it to be even harder than the last!

Crack.

“Three!”

This time Angelica cried out, unable to hold herself back any longer. Her whole body trembled with the curious admixture of pleasure and pain, the reverberations of Lord Sutherland’s hand against her rump flashing all around her body, which pulsed with anticipation for his next strike. And as Angelica again waited for it, her breath clutched in her lungs, her little nipples so stiff and tingling beneath her dress, and her sex throbbing and aching, growing gooey and hot between her thighs, she found herself even wishing that she’d told Lord Sutherland an even
higher
number, wishing this deliciousness could go on forever.

Crack, crack, crack
!

Three more blows against Angelica’s rump, and as she squirmed and gasped, savouring every delicious new jolt of pain around her thin frame, her attention once more was diverted by the hot hardness of Lord Sutherland’s member, which seemed now as if it might break free of his trousers.

Still moaning and writhing, Angelica could contain herself no longer and she began to softly nuzzle his hot throbbing hardness with her face, working her pretty lips up and down his shaft through the rough cloth of his trousers, wishing she could kiss and nuzzle it
properly
, but not wanting to be so forward as to actually unbuckle his trousers herself ...

“Oh, is
that
what you’re after, little minx?” Lord Sutherland said, when he noticed her actions. “Very well then ...”

And little Angelica’s heart felt like it might escape from her chest, it was pounding so hard, as Lord Sutherland began to unbuckle his belt and trousers, right there with her still wriggling in his lap!

Finally, his manhood sprang free, slapping against Angelica’s cheek, hot and thick, even more pink and swollen than she’d imagined, with thick purple veins running the length of its shaft, its head flushed a deep purple, and to her surprise just as shiny and slick and sopping with clear juices as Angelica suspected her own womanhood to be by now, too.

She moaned softly with desire when she first laid eyes upon it, parting her lips eagerly to shower it with tender kisses, tasting the musky salt of his skin and enjoying his soft groans as she began to pleasure him, running her tender lips lightly up and down the shaft of his manhood.

She gasped as she felt him grab her by the hair, right at the nape of her neck, holding her head firmly in place.

“Keep still,” he hissed, “and open your mouth wide, girl.”

Angelica did just as she was told, opening her mouth wide as it would go, her head held firmly above Lord Sutherland’s hot, musky member, her own sex crying out for him to touch it, knowing that if he did, it would only take the very subtlest ministrations of his fingers to make her positively
explode
in a great shower of wetness, finally soothing the sweet painful ache that grew inside her with each fresh second of this teasing.

Grabbing hold of the base of his cock with his free hand, Lord Sutherland directed his manhood towards Angelica’s open mouth, pressing the hot throbbing head slowly between her parted lips.

“Wider, girl,” he growled, as he tried to push himself all the way between her lips.

Angelica strained her mouth open, wide as it would go, her gasp stifled as she finally felt the hot thickness of his manhood fill her mouth completely. She moaned a muffled moan, as she felt him throbbing against her tongue, and she worried for a moment that she might not be able to breathe, before realizing she could still take air in and out through her nostrils.

“There,” he murmured, still holding her hair, wound tight around his fist at the base of her neck, causing another sweet sting of pain, “now keep still, that’s it ...”

And like that, Lord Sutherland began to thrust himself in and out of Angelica’s mouth, bucking his hips, his thickness filling her up so deliciously, his other hand moving back to her buttocks, cupping her rump, his hot rough fingers sliding between her legs for a moment.

“Good God, you’re positively
dripping
, girl,” he growled, as he worked his fingers a little way inside her.

Angelica moaned as much as she was able, feeling his fingers slide so deep inside her, the pleasure flashing out around her body now. It was something new again – to be filled like this – his hand in one end of her, his cock in the other. Why, it was heaven on earth!