An Unacceptable Arrangement (11 page)

“We want you - both of you - to be in the
wedding.” Hayden said. Theresa, an innocent in what had transpired
between Cassandra and her parents, leaned forward to agree. “It
would mean so much to us if you’d agree. Please say yes.”

Cassandra lowered her eyes and studied the
hands she had folded in her lap. Her bottom itched and throbbed and
she was upset with all of them - all except her brother’s fiancée.
However, she had no intention of being in this wedding, not after
the way she’d been treated. She had inherited her father’s
stubbornness as well as his temper.

Frederic broke the tension by speaking, “Of
course we’ll take part, won’t we my wife?” he asked, putting
Cassandra once again on the spot.

Cassandra looked up and finally spoke,
choosing her words carefully. “I regretfully have to decline your
kind invitation. I will be unable to participate or attend your
upcoming wedding, but I wish you both every happiness.”

Socially, her response had been correct. One
was not required to give an explanation when declining an
invitation – only to make one’s refusal quickly and clearly so that
the person issuing the invitation could make other arrangements.
But Cassandra’s mother gasped audibly and her father began to
bluster.

“This is outrageous!” her father raged. “You
are being a spoilt child. What will people think if you don’t
attend your own brother’s wedding, when even the Queen will be
there?”

“Why, it will create a scandal! First your
hurried marriage and now refusing to appear in public? People will
think... ” Her mother’s distressed voice died out. She could not
even voice the unthinkable – that people would assume her daughter
had to get married. Why, the scandal would bring about their social
ruin!

Cassandra could not resist addressing this
issue. “If my absence embarrasses you socially, perhaps you should
have thought of that before you banished me to a foreign country
forever. This is just the beginning of the family events I will be
unable to attend.” Her parents looked stricken and just stared at
her without speaking.

Cassandra continued in a cold voice, “Explain
to people that your daughter is preparing to reside in Bavaria,
which is the truth, and soon they will stop asking. One day people
will forget that you ever even had a fifth child. Your family will
then be just as you wish it.”

Frederic cleared his throat. He really needed
to talk to his wife and get to the root of this issue. She did
appear to be behaving childishly though and her parents looked like
she’d just stabbed them in the heart. He spoke up, attempting to
alleviate the tension now again permeating the room. He addressed
Hayden and Theresa, “If you won’t mind keeping your kind invitation
open, my wife and I will soon let you know our final answer.”

Cassandra glared at her husband, she did not
want this ongoing pressure to bow to her family’s wishes and
pretend publicly that all was fine. She turned away but then peeked
back at her husband. Was she in trouble? He didn’t appear to be
angry but she well knew they would discuss this matter at length
when they got home until he was satisfied with her explanation.

Frederic made their goodbyes and they
journeyed back home in their carriage. This time Cassandra made the
journey kneeling on the floor of the carriage. Her bottom was much
too tender for any more sitting. She could hardly bear even the
weight of her skirts upon it. Frederic smiled at her. He’d had
trouble focusing at dinner, knowing what lay underneath his little
wife’s skirts. He’d very much wanted to reach up under her skirts
at dinner and caress her, but they had not been seated close
enough. His eyes began to twinkle and he moved the walking cane
that he had between his legs. He signaled Cassandra to move forward
until she was right between his thighs. He looked down at his lap
and then back up at her.

“There are many ways to pleasure me, my wife
and you will learn them all. Since you insist on taking this
journey on your knees, let’s put you to work shall we?” Cassandra
looked up at him, puzzled. What was he talking about?

“Take me out, Cassandra,” She just stared,
trying to understand what he was asking. “Unzip my pants, my wife,
and remove my manhood,” Frederic patiently instructed. Cassandra
flushed as she understood. She unbuttoned his pants and then his
drawers. She looked up at him again and he nodded at her to
continue.

Cassandra gingerly reached inside and found
his manhood. She gently lifted it out of its hiding place. It was
large and soft, folded on itself, but as she held it in her hand it
began to grow. She gasped; she had never seen it this close from
this angle before. It had always been erect when she’d looked upon
it in the past. She had an overwhelming urge to bend forward and
kiss it. She stared at it with fascination and then gave in to her
impulse and leaned forward and kissed its rounded tip.

Frederic was very pleased indeed. Even after
her first caning of just a few hours ago, she was being respectful
and loving. “That’s right, my love. Kiss it all over, from top to
bottom.”

Cassandra obeyed, pressing her plump lips
lovingly against her husband’s shaft. The top was soft, like satin
under her lips. Underneath the stem was a sac and she gently
squeezed it, there seemed to be two round objects inside. She began
to stroke the sac with her fingertips. Her husband moaned and she
looked up at him. She adored it when she could make him moan
aloud.

“Yesssss,” he hissed. What she was doing felt
so good. His wife seemed to be a natural at what he was asking of
her. She didn’t seem at all put off, unlike some women. “Now lick
it Cassandra, make it wet.”

She began to lick him with her tongue,
putting it at the base and then licking upwards in one long stroke,
like licking a lollypop. She looked up at him. His eyes widened and
he put his hands on the back of her head. Without further
instruction she took him in her mouth and sucked lightly. He put a
gentle pressure on the back of her head and she began to move it up
and down, squeezing his shaft with her lips while being careful not
to scratch him with her teeth. Frederic moaned aloud. This was
feeling good, too good. His excitement soared at the sight of his
highborn wife kneeling before him, laboring over his manhood, her
head rising and falling as she sucked and licked him. He was
quickly reaching his culmination, much more quickly than usual.
“Soon I will come, Cassandra. You will swallow it, all of it. Do
you understand?” Cassandra nodded and kept up the pace of what she
was doing. He felt the pressure began to build within and then he
cried out. He began to squirt and at first his little wife pulled
back but he wouldn’t allow her off of him. She swallowed and then
moved in closer again and seemed to be drinking him down. He
groaned and released her and collapsed back upon the seat.

When he came back to himself, Cassandra had
her head on his thigh and was looking lovingly up at him. She had
kept him in her hands, so that his manhood would not get cold. He
blinked back tears. He did not deserve her, his new wife. She was
loving and attentive and considerate. Even though he had just given
her the correction of her life, she was still being wonderful to
him. He petted her head lovingly as they pulled into their
portico.

Back home, Frederic instructed Liesl to get
his wife into her nightgown and then bring her to his room. He
wished to have a long talk with her. Liesl clucked over the state
of her mistress’s bottom as she dressed her in one of her
nightgowns and escorted her down the hall, knocking on her master’s
door.

Frederic bade her enter and Cassandra stood
before him in her flannel nightgown, with her hair down. She was
self-conscious, afraid that her get up made her look too childish.
She would have felt much more alluring in something more adult. She
did not realize that how she looked appealed to her husband
immensely.

Frederic urged her to sit down in the very
chair he’d tied her too earlier that evening. When she balked, he
smiled and brought her a second cushion to put in her seat.

“Sir, do you mind if I stand?” she asked. She
really was not up to putting any more pressure on her burning
nates.

“Here my wife, lie here.” He moved a pillow
down to the center of the bed and had her lie over it. The bed had
already been turned down for the night. He lifted the hem of her
nightgown with reverence and uncovered her little, lush buttocks.
They were red now and appeared to be throbbing; he swore he could
see a pulse in the giant blister that covered her beautiful bottom.
Frederic went to the bathroom and returned with numbing cream,
which he began to massage into the welts. At first Cassandra tensed
at the touch of his fingers, but then she relaxed. Her bottom
actually began to stop hurting. She looked back at her husband and
smiled. He began to question her.

“Why are you so angry at your parents, my
love? Why won’t you attend your brother’s wedding?”

“I appreciate that you are asking me how I’m
feeling Frederic, rather than just ordering me about.”

Frederic stopped applying the cream at that.
He froze for a moment and then resumed his ministrations. “Of
course I’m asking beloved, I really want to know what the problem
is.”

Cassandra sighed. How to explain this without
hurting her husband’s feelings? She began to speak, hoping that the
conversation would go well and she wouldn’t be misinterpreted.

“I am finished with my family. My parents
gave me away in marriage to a complete stranger.”

“But isn’t that a father’s job, to give his
daughter away in marriage? And I thought we were rather happily
married. It all turned out well in the end, did it not?”

“That’s not the point Frederic. What I’m
upset about is that my will was taken from me. I was given no
choice in the matter. I had to do what my father said and he didn’t
appear to have given much thought to my happiness. I don’t like
being forced to do things and being treated with such disregard. I
would like to at least have met you first and agreed to this union.
I felt like I was being tossed out of the house like a bag of
droppings.”

Frederic could understand how she felt. He
was not given a choice about being the crown prince of his
municipality. His future as ruler of his country was his destiny.
Nobody had ever asked him how he felt about it. He had fled from
his destiny, hidden from it. Even now his own wife didn’t know that
he was a prince or what their future held. Soon she would again be
given no choice but to step up to her responsibilities as the
Princess of Bavaria. Also, her father had wanted to introduce them
first, but it was Frederic himself who had insisted on the
immediate marriage. However, he was not ready to share that
information with her just yet. He wanted their bond to be solid, to
be assured of her love, before she found out why he’d tricked her
into so quickly entering this union.

He spoke carefully. “I understand my little
wife. I truly do. I too have had my destiny thrust upon me without
choice. But perhaps it is time to put those feelings aside and to
find it in your heart to forgive your parents. Would that be
possible? I see your father frequently when dealing with business
matters. It will be most difficult to continue our professional
association if we are unable to socialize together, especially
since we are now related by marriage. Besides, I very much miss my
own family and quite enjoyed visiting with your brother and little
sisters.”

“So I’m just supposed to forgive him when
he... “ Her voice trailed off. She couldn’t voice that her father
had given her away to live beneath her station, the ultimate
betrayal. She was now living in poverty. Well, not poverty by a
commoner’s definition but she was not used to living with no pocket
money and wearing inappropriate dresses. Why just that evening
she’d had to wear one of her childhood dresses so as not to appear
at her parent’s in a debutante gown. She’d told her husband she
needed more appropriate clothing – suitable dresses for a married
woman - but no money had been forthcoming. His only reply had been
that he liked her dresses, which meant, she presumed, that he
couldn’t afford to buy her a new wardrobe. She was left feeling
that she could have done better. Her father’s actions proved that
he did not care about her at all. He had lowered her social
standing and standard of living, apparently handing her off to the
first interested suitor in a hurry to be rid of her. Most
importantly, his lack of caring about her future had hurt her to
the core. And her mother had gone along with it all. She still did
not understand what the big hurry had been, why her parents had
been so eager to be rid of her. How could she forgive that? Why
would she? And even if she could find forgiveness in her heart, how
could she ever forget how little she meant to them? Cassandra
flushed and buried her face in her arms. It was hard to speak
authoritatively to her dear husband when he was rubbing lotion into
her bare bottom.

“Cassandra, you must have faith that your
parents did what they thought was in your best interest and that
all will work out in the end. We all have destinies thrust upon us
that we are required to fulfill and yours can be no worse than
anyone else’s. Can it dear?” Frederic asked kindly. But Cassandra
was beyond responding, his sonorous voice and gentle rubbing was
lulling her into the arms of Morpheus. Her eyes began to close and
her final thought before sleep claimed her was the hope that it
wouldn’t always be like this. Perhaps one of Frederic’s numerous
business propositions would pay off some day and they could
increase their standard of living. She fell asleep dreaming an
impossible dream of jewels and pretty dresses and she and her
husband dancing at an elegant ball as the crowned heads of Europe
gathered to watch.