The Rescue (2 page)

'Well,' I
said, sorry to have to shatter her illusions, 'you would normally
be over a master's knee for a spanking with the hand. That would
obviously hurt more, as he could put more force behind it.'

'Oh,' she
said, the smile faltering. 'How much worse would it be?'

'Easier to
show you than to explain,' I said.

We moved back
to the bench, where I sat down and drew her across my lap. Her
buttocks were only slightly pinked at that point, but they rapidly
took on a rosy hue when I began slapping them in earnest. I didn't
stint, for I wanted her to understand that her treatment up to now
had been relatively mild. She was soon gasping and squirming under
the relentless assault, which I sustained for several minutes.
Afterwards she rose and rubbed her bottom, looking rather
subdued.

'You were
right, Jamie,' she said ruefully. 'It did hurt more. Is that the
worst I can expect?'

'Not quite,' I
said, 'for I wasn't hitting with my utmost strength. Or I might
keep the strength the same, but spank you for longer. But that's
just my hand, of course. Most spankers prefer to use an implement
of some sort, such as a cane or a paddle. They're noticeably worse
than a man's hand, I'm sorry to say.'

She nodded
thoughtfully, biting her lower lip. 'Gerty said something about
implements, but I wasn't listening properly.'

'Who's
Gerty?'

'The kitchen
maid. She said the master has a tawse, whatever that is.'

'It's a short
strap,' I said. 'I can show you, if you like. Wait here.'

I left the
summerhouse, naked as I was, and went to where my mare was tethered
in the trees. My travelling case was fastened to the saddlebags,
for as my grandfather had drummed into me, no gentleman spanker
would dream of journeying without one. It was the height of bad
manners to travel to a stranger's home and immediately demand of
one's host that he provide the necessary implements.

I took the
case back to Bella and showed her the contents - one medium cane,
one medium tawse and a narrow-bladed wooden paddle of medium
weight. She regarded them with round, anxious eyes, reaching out
tentatively to touch the paddle's varnished surface, then drawing
her hand back quickly as if the thing were red hot.

'So these hurt
more?' she said.

'They do
indeed. Shall we try one, to give you an idea? Just briefly, of
course.' I picked up the paddle, since it was that which had caught
her eye.

'Shall I lie
over your knee, like before?' she asked, her voice wavering a
little.

'No,' I said,
'that's usually reserved for hand spankings. When using an
implement most masters would normally specify a standing position,
either upright or bending over. Kneeling and lying face down are
other possibilities, though rather less popular. We'll try one of
the so-called "standard" positions - the Half-Squat.'

I sat on the
bench and had her stand close to me, facing to my left with her
hands clasped behind her head. At my instruction she opened her
knees and squatted down a little, though not too far.

'You must hold
the position until I give you permission to rise,' I said. 'That's
most important, Bella, no matter who's spanking you, for if you
move you'll almost certainly be given extra strokes. Neither can
you rub your bottom until I say so, even if it's stinging fiercely.
You understand?'

'Yes, Jamie,'
she whispered.

'Very well,' I
said, grasping the paddle firmly. 'Let's begin.'

I started to
slap her buttocks, alternating left and right, light strokes she
barely registered. I gave her a dozen or so, then stepped up to
medium strength without a pause. A dozen of these, then I switched
to firm. She was certainly feeling them now, uttering a breathless
little gasp at each stroke, accompanied by a jerk of the hips.

Without
pausing in my endeavours I reached to her groin with my left hand
and began to caress her there. Many new slaves find this a useful
distraction, helping them to bear the unaccustomed pain. I fingered
her slit diligently, therefore, continuing to spank her all the
while.

When I
focussed my attentions on her clitoris her gasps became more
heartfelt and her hips began to rock in a coital fashion. She
squatted a fraction deeper, as if seeking harder contact with my
finger, but I had no thoughts of bringing her to climax. In
situations such as these, though they invariably welcome the
stimulation, few women can reach orgasm as the pain is simply too
intrusive.

We carried on
in this fashion for some considerable time, her bottom growing ever
more red. Watching her as she squatted there, gasping in pain and
pleasure, her slender body jerking under the dual assault, I felt a
deep sense of satisfaction. Bella was as close to the 'perfect'
spanking slave as one could possibly imagine - beautiful,
vulnerable and responsive - and I did wonder briefly whether Lord
Newburn might consider selling her to me. Such notions would have
to wait until that gentleman and I were far better acquainted,
however.

The young
woman's bottom was by now a deep red. Though I didn't doubt this
treatment was psychologically beneficial to her, preparing her
mentally for whatever may lie ahead, I wasn't blind to the fact
that I was also doing an excellent job of 'tenderising' her
buttocks. Whatever beatings Lord Newburn and his guests intended
for her she'd feel them twice as keenly, given this thorough
preparation.

I desisted
finally, feeling just a little guilty. I'd continued longer than
was needful, concerned more with my own enjoyment than with what
was in the girl's best interests. As I lowered the paddle and took
my hand from her groin she gave a forlorn little cry - at the loss
of the latter, no doubt - and turned to me in dismay. Being new to
all this she didn't understand the consequences of what I'd done,
of course, which made me feel more guilty still.

'Very good,
Bella,' I said. 'You may now rub.'

Without
another word I packed away the implements, then picked up my
scattered clothes and began to put them on. Bella rubbed her
buttocks absently as she watched me dress, her lovely eyes
thoughtful. When I was once again decently attired I took the
travelling case back to my horse. As I was strapping it in place I
remembered the jar of Bosworth's Ointment in the saddlebag. I'd
debated whether to bring it along, not knowing whether my host
condoned the use of such medication, but finally I'd slipped it in
with my spare clothing, just in case. I retrieved it now, thinking
it would help undo some at least of the damage I'd done.

Back in the
summerhouse I sat on the bench and patted my lap. 'Come, Bella
dear,' I said. 'Lie over my knee, face down as before.'

'Is it to be
another spanking, Jamie?' she asked plaintively.

'No indeed -
just the opposite.' I showed her the jar. 'Bosworth's Bum Relief,
as it's often called by those with playful natures. It will ease
the tingling pain in your bottom.'

She draped
herself over my lap as instructed and I proceeded to anoint her
delightful posterior. The twin orbs felt decidedly hot to the
touch, though the salve would alleviate that somewhat, for this
marvellous concoction both cooled and soothed abused flesh. As I
gently rubbed it in Bella gave a sigh of relief and relaxed, her
thighs parting in unconscious invitation. The sight of her pouting
pink labia peeking out from a curly nest proved irresistible.
Another fingering was what sprang to mind, this one assuredly to
climax.

Wishing to
watch her sweet face at the moment of orgasm, I turned her over in
my lap and went to work on her in earnest. I stroked her slit with
the tip of my middle finger, already well lubricated with
Bosworth's, rubbing the delicate folds of her vulva and the nub
half-hidden within.

Her eyes were
closed as she lay in my arms, sighing enchantingly. I slipped my
middle finger inside her, my thumb now assuming responsibility for
clitoral stimulation. I brought her on slowly, for such delights
should never be rushed. After a time her cheeks and neck flushed
prettily, telling me her arousal was proceeding apace. Her clitoris
swelled and stiffened, at which point I thumbed it more rapidly.
Her lips parted, pink tongue quivering as she began to gasp.

'Ah... ahhh...
ahhh...!'

Her vagina and
indeed her whole pelvis convulsed, a series of rhythmic pulses my
fingers felt distinctly. As these gradually diminished in intensity
her hand moved to rest lightly upon my own. I continued to stroke
her clitoris, slowly and very gently now, till her orgasm was
entirely done.

I held her
afterwards, breathing in her wildflower perfume and relishing the
feel of her in my arms. I was drawn to her in a way that made no
sense at all, yet was undeniable. Though we'd known each other but
a very short time, I felt closer to this young woman than to any
other in my life.

All too soon
drifting clouds dimmed the sun and cast a shadow over our refuge.
Something changed then, and Bella shivered, as though she felt it
too.

'I think we
must soon go up to the house, my dear,' I said.

'I know that,
Jamie,' she said disconsolately, sitting up on my lap and then
rising reluctantly to her feet. She picked up the red mask and put
it on, tying the ribbon in a bow at the back of her head. 'It was
foolish of me to think I could escape my fate. No one can help me
now, for wicked Lord Newburn and the rest will surely have their
way with me.'

So despondent
and forsaken did she sound my heart went out to her. She'd begged
me to rescue her, at the start, and rescue her I would. 'They won't
harm you, Bella,' I said with grim determination, 'you have my word
on it.'

I put my cloak
about her once more and we left our sanctuary, circling to approach
the house from the rear. My mare remained back in the trees, for
she would only draw attention. My aim was to find a servant who
could show me to the guest quarters, where I would deposit Bella
before setting out in search of my host. Once I'd found him I would
explain the situation and try to resolve matters, hopefully to
everyone's satisfaction. One thing I would not do was hand her over
with no assurances as to her safety.

'Courage, my
dear,' I murmured. 'Stay close to me and do exactly as I say.'

We'd almost
reached the kitchen door when it swung back and a man stepped out.
From his attire it was evident he was a gentleman, and evident too
that he'd been watching from a window, for he showed no surprise at
seeing us there. Bella, on my left, pressed close to me.

'It's wicked
Lord Newburn!' she gasped, seizing hold of my arm and clinging
tightly.

He didn't look
particularly wicked, I have to say. He was a short, stocky fellow a
year or two older than myself, with an open, honest face that
presently wore a beaming smile. 'So you found her at last,' he said
in a friendly tone as we drew close. 'We've been searching high and
low. Well done, sir... though I don't believe I know your
name.'

'James
Montague, my lord, at your service,' I said, with a short bow.

He held out
his hand and we shook. I apologised for my late arrival, explaining
about the thrown horseshoe.

'These things
happen,' he said. 'Just glad you made it here safe and sound. Where
did you find our escapee, by the way?'

'In the
rhododendrons, my lord,' I said. 'After that we spent an hour or so
in the summerhouse, as Bella was chilled.'

He seemed
somewhat nonplussed at my words, possibly wondering why I would
take her there rather than to the house itself, but he recovered
his composure quickly enough. 'Bella was, was she?' he said with a
twinkle in his eye. 'Serves Bella damn right, I say, for breaking
the rules. You warmed her up, I take it?'

'As best I
could,' I said, dismayed to feel myself blushing.

He gave me a
knowing look, then turned to the young woman standing meek and
silent beside me, still holding fast to my arm. 'And what does
Bella have to say for herself, eh? No going outside - those were
your strict instructions, madam, were they not? No wonder we
couldn't find you. Our most honoured guest Percy has been on hands
and knees peering under the beds, which is hardly a dignified
occupation for a duke's son and heir, is it? Jasper said you must
have sneaked out, but I assured them you would never break hunt
rules. They'll think me a prize chump now, won't they?'

Though his
tone was bantering rather than bullying, Bella seemed to shrink as
he admonished her. She pressed even closer to me, if such a thing
were possible.

'Well,' he
added, 'thanks to our new guest you're back in the fold, so now you
must pay for your misdeeds: six of the best from every man present.
With Mr Montague that comes to three dozen altogether - and no
complaining, for you only have yourself to blame, you hear?'

Head hung in
shame or fear, Bella made no reply, though a faint moan escaped her
lips.

'I'm sorry, my
lord,' I said, 'but I cannot allow that. This young woman is under
my protection.'

My host stared
at me as though I were a madman, then unexpectedly threw back his
head and roared with laughter. I stiffened, jealous of my honour
and angry he should consider the notion derisory. If he believed me
too far beneath him to offer her any such thing, he was in for a
rude awakening.

'Your
protection
, sir?' he spluttered.

'Yes indeed,'
I said coldly, drawing myself up to full height, for I topped him
by a good six inches. 'No harm shall befall Bella while I am under
your roof. Should you order me to leave, then I will take her with
me. I'm sorry if this inconveniences you, my lord, but even a
member of your staff may seek the protection of a gentleman, should
she fear for her safety.'