The Rescue

by

The Rescue
first published as an eBook in 2013 by Chimera eBooks.

ISBN
9781780803791

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This novel is
fiction - in real life practice safe sex.

In my
twenty-ninth year, my grandfather and I received an invitation to
attend a 'spanking weekend' at Cropton Manor, the home of Lord and
Lady Newburn, near the village of Chapsom Parva in Kent. My
grandfather was by that time too frail to travel, but insisted I
attend nevertheless.

'The century
is almost ended, Jamie,' he said, 'and my generation of spankers
along with it. Time to hand over the reins to younger folk. This
Lord Newburn is a fine fellow, by all accounts, and he's on good
terms with some very influential people. You must go and make his
acquaintance.'

Advice from my
grandfather was not to be squandered, for the man was a god to me.
It was he who'd raised me, my mother having died bringing me into
this world and my father just a few short years after. A spanker
his whole life long, my grandfather had trained me thoroughly in
the noble art, as his maids could testify. It was a rare night
indeed when one of them at least didn't cast off the bedclothes to
cool her hot, sore bottom.

On the morning
in question, shortly after dawn, I set off for Chapsom Parva. As
she so often does, however, Fate had a say in the matter, for my
horse threw a shoe on the way and I arrived several hours late. As
I rode up the drive I heard a rustling noise off to my right and
caught a glimpse of something pale flitting through the dense
shrubbery.

I reined in,
but all was quiet and the pale object failed to reappear. I was
about to move on when I heard a faint whimper. Intrigued, I
dismounted and pushed into the thick undergrowth to investigate. To
my astonishment I found a young woman hiding behind a bush,
entirely naked but for a red mask over her eyes. She looked fragile
and vulnerable, crouching there in the thicket, shivering like some
hunted animal. When she saw me staring she rose slowly to her
feet.

She was
slender and not too tall, no more than eighteen years of age, I
guessed, with auburn hair arranged in a practical yet pleasing
fashion. Her breasts were small, tipped with pale nipples, and a
neat clump of silky hair showed between her legs. I half expected
her to bolt, or at least cover herself with her arms, but she did
neither: she simply stood her ground and looked me up and down.
Then, quite unexpectedly, she ran forward and flung herself against
my chest, hugging me tightly. As you might imagine I was
considerably surprised at this, even alarmed.

'Help me, sir,
I beg!' she whispered. 'There are men at the house who would beat
me and do lewd things to me!'

I had no idea
how to respond to this startling request. She was clearly a maid
who'd somehow escaped the spanking party, though why she should be
masked eluded me; I could only think it was part of a game Lord
Newburn had devised for the amusement of his guests.

Holding her, I
discovered she was thoroughly chilled, for though it was near
midsummer the afternoon breeze was decidedly cool. I took off my
cloak and put it around her shoulders, rubbing her back and
shoulders through the thick wool to warm her.

'Will you
rescue me, kind sir?' she begged plaintively. 'They're cruel,
wicked men, and the master of the house is the worst of all. Should
I fall into his clutches he'll thrash me without mercy for trying
to escape.'

I was facing a
considerable dilemma at this point, for the idea of stealing away
one of Lord Newburn's maids was quite preposterous; though by now I
was beginning to doubt she was a maid, as she was too well-spoken.
A governess to his children seemed more likely, though she was
surely rather young for such a position. Whatever the truth of it
the problem remained; I couldn't steal her away, but neither could
I simply abandon her.

'What is it
you wish me to do?' I asked.

'Take me to
the summerhouse, sir,' she said. 'Perhaps I can hide there.'

Lacking any
better plan I did as she asked, though it was she who led the way.
I tethered my mare in the trees where she wouldn't be seen, after
which the girl and I went inside. We sat together on a bench, my
young fugitive snuggled up beside me. I slid my hands inside the
cloak and rubbed her for comfort and warmth, though all too soon
other notions entered my head.

I wasn't the
only one having ideas, it seemed, for she turned her face up to me.
'Will you kiss me, sir?' she asked softly.

'I will if
you'll take off your mask,' I said.

'Kiss me
first.'

And so I did,
and she responded in kind - and a more tender, loving kiss I'd
never received in all my life. I found myself fondling her firm
breasts without conscious thought, but when my hand slid lower she
pressed her thighs together.

'Do you wish
to do lewd things to me too, sir?' There was no anger or resentment
in her voice, just a hint of melancholy, perhaps.

It was
tempting to say no, to reassure her, and then have my way with her
by slow degree, but I found I couldn't stoop so low. Some quality
about her demanded honesty and respect, despite her lowly
status.

'I confess I
do,' I said, 'for you are a truly delightful creature, though I
don't know your name.'

There was a
moment's hesitation before she spoke. 'Please call me Bella.'

'And you must
call me Jamie.' I had no idea why I said it, for only those close
to me used the diminutive. At that moment, however, holding her
tightly, it seemed entirely appropriate. 'And now may I remove your
mask?'

'If you wish,
Jamie.'

I untied the
ribbon and lifted the red mask away. My first thought was that she
was the loveliest woman I had ever set eyes on, with her flawless
complexion, sensuous lips and beautiful, astonishingly clear green
eyes. My second was that she was a little older than I'd thought -
in her mid-twenties, perhaps.

'But who
are—?'

Before I could
finish the question she clamped her mouth to mine. Our first kiss
had been tender; now she was all fire, her lips bruising mine and
her tongue thrusting into my mouth. She started to undress me,
tearing at the buttons on my coat and shirt while showering me with
kisses all the while. Soon I was assisting her efforts, casting off
garments left and right, so that in no time at all we were rolling
naked on the summerhouse floor in a fever of anticipation.

'Fuck me,
Jamie!' she gasped, wrapping her legs around my waist. 'Fuck
me!'

Such words
from those sweet lips sounded shocking indeed, but I had no time to
ponder it, overwhelmed by need as I was. She let out an ardent cry
and threw her arms about my neck as I entered her. I thrust deep,
half fearful of hurting her, half wanting to hear her scream, while
she clung to me panting. I lasted a few minutes only, as fierce and
urgent as our coupling was, so that all too soon I was grunting as
I drove into her to spend my seed. We lay gasping for many long
seconds, then I rolled over onto my back, pulling her on top of me
so we lay face to face.

I drew my
cloak over us and we rested there, Bella sighing contentedly as I
stroked her neck and back, murmuring endearments to her all the
while. When eventually I grew stiff again she took hold of my cock
and lifted her hips, as though to take me in that fashion. I was
having none of it, however. The first time I'd left her far behind
in my selfish haste, but that wouldn't happen again. I rolled her
gently onto her back, kissing her lips, throat, breasts and belly
as my lips tracked down that firm, slender torso. I parted her
thighs and nuzzled my face in her groin, my tongue seeking her
slit. She moaned and grasped my hair, pulling me closer still. I
tongued her slowly, to prolong her pleasure and mine.

Though
self-praise is no recommendation, I can say that I was then, and
indeed still am, highly skilled at cunnilingus. It would be strange
if I weren't, for I'd been practising on my grandfather's maids
since I was old enough for them to take me seriously. And every
trick I'd learned over the years, every technique I knew for
pleasing a woman, I used there in the summerhouse with Bella. She
sobbed and stiffened beneath me as I sucked her clitoris, her back
arching to lift her buttocks clear of the floor. I continued
tonguing her languidly until she became still. After a while I
turned onto my back and drew her on top of me once more, a position
that seemed both natural and thoroughly agreeable. With my cloak
over us for warmth, I felt content to lie there forever.

As we rested
quietly in the aftermath, her head on my chest, I again rubbed her
back for comfort. Inevitably my hand slid down to her firm round
buttocks, which I patted absently. She tensed, and I realised I'd
unwittingly reminded her of what awaited her at the house.

'Will it hurt
very much, Jamie,' she murmured, 'when they spank me?'

I was about to
say no, to ease her fears, but caught myself in time. That might be
the unkindest trick of all, not knowing these men or what they
planned to do to her. Some spankers - my friend Humphrey, for
instance - were almost gentle with their slaves, whilst others
could be brutal indeed. I was somewhere in the middle, perhaps,
moderate at times, particularly where the spanking was for sport,
harsher on occasion. With a true punishment beating it very much
depended on the nature of the offence, but even here I set myself a
strict limit. I would never beat any woman so severely as to leave
permanent scars, no matter how serious her crime.

I knew a good
few spankers who had no such qualms, however, and would thrash a
female with every ounce of their strength. If Lord Newburn or his
guests fell into that category, Bella was in for a dreadful time
indeed. Somehow I needed to prepare her for the worst, without
scaring the poor girl to death.

'Possibly it
may, Bella,' I said. 'Spankings vary greatly in that regard; some
merely tingle, whilst others can be fierce indeed. Whatever comes,
my dear, you must try to bear it bravely.'

She shivered.
'When I learned my master was planning this party I tried spanking
myself, to see what it felt like. I thought if I grew accustomed to
it I wouldn't be so afraid. I couldn't do it properly, though.'

As if to
demonstrate she reached back to tug the cloak aside, then proceeded
to smack her bottom. She was quite right, of course; she could
bring little force to bear, twisted awkwardly as she was. I
couldn't help smiling at her frown of concentration as she made a
valiant effort nevertheless.

'Here,' I
said, 'allow me.'

My swing was a
little restricted, but I managed to smack her firmly enough even
so. I'd never before spanked a woman in this position, naked and
belly to belly as we were. I realised I'd been missing out on a
veritable treat, for it felt utterly delightful when Bella started
to wriggle under the stinging blows. It was comforting to know that
the noble art, even after a decade and more, still had the capacity
to surprise me.

Finally I
called a halt, interested to learn how she'd found her first
spanking.

'Actually,'
she said brightly, 'it wasn't as bad as I was expecting. I'm sure I
can cope with that, Jamie, even if they all decide to spank me one
after the other.'