His Lordship · Part 2

His Lordship · Part 2 (2/2)
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rl’s tightly pinioned body and tease his nipples again. He certainly did enjoy his bondage, she thought, and she was quite happy about that. She reached under the bench and again lightly stroked his hard cock for a few moments. Again she heard a dull murmur of pleasure from her husband’s gagged mouth.

Finally, satisfied with her husband’s position and degree of excitement, she stood next to him and said, “There we are! Bye, bye, for now sweetheart. You are going to have to wait a little while before your caning begins.”

The Earl heard the click of her heels move across the room and heard the large library door open and close. This was also part of their ritual. He was always forced to endure a waiting period in bondage before his punishment, for at least a few minutes and sometimes for as long as half an hour. It was his wife’s thought that this enhanced the thrill of his situation, his bondage, and she was certainly right. He could struggle, in complete futility, and appreciate the full degree of his helplessness and vulnerability, which he so craved. He could appreciate his complete dependence upon the whims of his lovely wife.

The Earl savored this period; the dread of waiting for the painful thrashing which was inevitable. The dread was part of the thrill; and his absolute helplessness to prevent the thrashing and to avoid the pain. He fully appreciated that very soon he would struggle in earnest to escape his bondage, and that he would wish that the gag was not so secure in his mouth, so that he could beg his wife to release him, or at least go easier with the strokes. He loved it before the punishment session began. And after he loved it, especially as his wife stroked his cock to an astonishingly satisfying orgasm. But there was no doubt about it – the thrashing itself was very unpleasant. A price which had to be paid, and well worth it.

Just to reassure himself, the Earl struggled against his bondage, and the straps which held him so immobile. In the privacy of his own library he screamed into his gag, to test its effectiveness. He soon reaffirmed that he was totally helpless, unable to even make more than the dimmest sound. He could do only one thing, and that was to patiently await his wife’s return.

And now, suddenly, hearing Isabell’s voice, his predicament had taken on a decidedly different nature.

Part 2 Isabell cleared her throat again, before speaking. Although the Earl could not have seen it, Isabell had curtsied when she first entered the room and was then nervously adjusting the apron of her maid’s uniform and her little white cap to make sure that they were properly arranged. This was purely out of habit and, had Isabell fully considering the peculiar circumstances, was completely unnecessary.

“Your Lordship, I have a message from her Ladyship. In fact, I have a letter which I was told to read to you.”

Lord Harrisford heard the footsteps of Isabell approaching across the large room, to within only a few feet of his tightly secured body. He heard the unfolding of paper and Isabell began.

“Here is what she has to say, your Lordship.”

Dearest Henry, I’m taking a break from our usual routine and Isabell will be administering your caning today.

Isabell thought she heard a muffled sound coming from the Earl and, glancing up from the papers she held, she thought she noticed the tiniest movement as his body strained, as if to struggle against all the straps. Just the slightest of smiles involuntarily appeared on Isabell’s face as she resumed. Isabell continued reading;

There! I’ve said it! I can well understand how you might be quite surprised. I gave great thought about just how I should inform you of this change in plans. I decided to wait until the last minute, so to speak, as I did not wish to engage in any arguments about it. So please resign yourself, dearest, as there is nothing that you can do about it now.

It’s not that I don’t enjoy caning you, darling. I thoroughly love it, as I do all of our little games. I just thought that we were getting into something of a rut, and thought that a change of pace might be interesting. And this will add an extra element of excitement and mystery and apprehension in our little games since, after today, you will never know in advance whether it will be myself or Isabell who will be wielding the cane.

So, what prompted me to change our little routine? I think I had been thinking about it for some time, worrying that we were becoming stultified. But then it all took form in my mind several weeks ago at the dinner given by Lady Brandley. My goodness, Henry, you can sometimes be so pompous; holding forth about this bill or that bill in your House of Lords. It occurred to me that you desperately needed a taste of humility. I’ve been thinking about what to do for several weeks, my dear, and making preparations. And so here we are. Your need for humility will be satisfied through a painful caning delivered by your wife’s maid.

In the three years that she has been with us, my dear, I have observed that Isabell is a very bright girl. When I approached her about this little interlude I found that she was well aware that all was not perfectly traditional in our household. It is so hard, darling, to hide things from one’s maid! She could not help but come across certain unusual items. She did, however, have the good taste and sensibility to keep these discoveries to herself, as I am sure she will continue to do so in the future.

And, dearest, I am happy to say that when I revealed to Isabell some of the details of our singular domestic arrangement, she seemed very, very interested and sympathetic to the idea of a woman having such unusual power within her household. And she had the greatest admiration for a husband, such as yourself, who had the foresight and good sense to give over power to his wife and periodically submit himself to some well-deserved domestic discipline. As we have discussed, my dear, it is the coming thing!

I have spoken with Isabell at length about how women are sometimes called upon to service their husbands in different ways, some quite unorthodox. She greatly respects you for appreciating that husbands might require punishment from time to time, and is thrilled that our household is so progressive. And I have no doubt that Isabell will approach her duties with diligence today, in my absence, and at other times in the future.

Just as an aside, dearest Henry, there is an extra, added benefit to this new arrangement. With Isabell as our sympathetic confederate we can perhaps expand our adventures, especially on Sundays when she is the only servant in the house. Perhaps she can be of service in other ways. Who knows, darling, on those days when I have you securely bound and fastened on your knees, naked, and am prompting you with my dog whip to lick my boots, I might ring for Isabell to bring me a glass of wine.

The Earl, hearing this last passage, knew that his creative wife had added it just to add to his embarrassment and consternation. His present situation was bad enough, he thought. Now he had to wonder whether Isabell was privy to all their domestic secrets and to wonder what he might have to look forward to in the future. For her part, Isabell noticed that a quiver had entered her voice and hoped that his Lordship had not noticed. She cleared her throat before continuing to read, thinking how she would love watching a bound and naked man, especially his Lordship, chained on his knees and forced to lick a woman’s boots.

But all that is a fantasy at the moment, dearest. Right now you have something more tangible to endure.

You are probably wondering why I decided to use a blindfold today. I felt that this was called for during this very unusual situation, this introduction, both for the comfort of yourself and that of Isabell. It saves each of you from making eye contact with the other. Such contact might embarrass you, were you capable of more embarrassment than that which you are suffering at the moment. And it might impede Isabell’s ability to properly carry out of her duties, on this first occasion.

Additionally, of course, it gives Isabell a certain necessary freedom, without any embarrassment to herself. It enables her to examine you, and your situation, in close detail, without feeling self-conscious about it. In the future, as Isabell acclimates herself to her new duties, and as you both become more comfortable with this new arrangement, the blindfold should not be necessary. After all, it may come to pass that it will be Isabell who fastens you in preparation for your punishment.

While you are receiving your punishment, I shall be having tea with my sister Jane. I hope to be home in time to see the finale of your punishment, but I might possibly be delayed. You know how chatty Jane can be. If Isabell should finish before my return, I have instructed her to leave you in position, so that I might examine her work.

I must admit, dearest, that I am chuckling about your present situation as I write this, as I shall, no doubt, be chuckling about it at the moment that this letter is being read to you. Jane will certainly notice my giggles and inquire as to why I am in such a cheerful and frivolous mood. It will be all I can do to keep our little secret. When Jane asks after your health I shall do my very best not to say, “Well, his bottom is going to be quite sore before the afternoon is over. Because right now he is in the care of a servant girl. He is tightly and helplessly bound and gagged and naked and strapped down over a whipping bench and my maid Isabell is about to administer a lengthy and severe caning to his backside.”

Have no fear, darling. I have given Isabell very detailed instructions about her duties today. We even practiced caning a pillow, and I feel that she is well prepared. And, for this first try, I have left out for her only the light, wispy canes. Nothing heavy enough to do much damage. But those wispy canes do sting like the Devil, don’t they sweetheart? I have told Isabell to administer each stroke as hard as she can. Although she is quite a strong girl, and even though she is quite capable of wielding the cane as hard as I might, especially on this first occasion it occurred to me that she might be inclined to reticence and might, intentionally or otherwise, moderate her strokes. It is for this reason that I have increased your punishment today by an extra 20 strokes.

Isabell had moved close to the Earl’s face and, as she read this last line, she was sure that she detected a faint moan coming from the vicinity of his tightly gagged mouth and a slight quiver as the Earl again strained against his bonds. She realized that she was feeling warm, and that her face was flushed. She took a deep breath before she continued reading.

So there we have it, dearest. Your thrashing will begin shortly, by a slip of a girl less than half your age, and there is nothing that you can do to prevent it.

I look forward to seeing you sometime later in the day and learning how this new adventure has played out.

All my love, Elizabeth

After she finished reading, Lord Harrisford could hear Isabell moving around him, taking in all the details of the strange picture before her; his nakedness, his bondage, his still-hard cock. For, in spite of his surprise, he had never lost his erection. His cock had been hard ever since his wife had first begun putting him in bondage. He found the situation strangely stimulating. He thought he could even hear Isabell’s breathing — deep breaths, and surmised that she might be leaning closer, examining everything in detail.

The Earl detected that Isabell walked around him several times, taking in the view from all angles, and then he heard her return to her original position.

“That’s all the letter, your Lordship. Shall I read the instructions which her Ladyship gave me?” The question was asked automatically by the nervous maid, and only after she had spoken did she realize that her employer had no way to answer. After a slight pause she continued, “Yes, of course. Here is what she wrote.”

Isabell, here are some precise instructions about your special duties on Sunday;

Do not touch his Lordship with anything but the cane and administer the cane only on his buttocks and the backs of his upper thighs; do not touch him anyplace with your hands.

Be particularly careful not to let the cane hit his cock or his balls.

Feel free to change sides, and change hands, as you choose, to see which approach suits you best. Although we have practiced, you must develop your own technique. You may well be called upon to render this service again in the future.

Spread out the cane strokes across the complete areas specified. Do your best to avoid hitting him in the same place more than once but, as the caning progresses, I appreciate that this might be unavoidable.

Strike as hard as you can. Since your caning skills are not yet perfected, and your arm muscles not developed for this purpose, I have increased the number of strokes from the usual. The usual punishment is 30 strokes. Today the number will be 50.

The strokes of the cane are to be administered in sets of 10, with strokes given one minute apart. This is so that the pain of each individual stroke might be fully absorbed and appreciated by his Lordship. After the first 10, give his Lordship a 5-minute rest period.

After the rest period, administer the second set of 10, followed by another 5-minute rest period. Then the third set of 10. After the third set of 10, give his Lordship approximately a half hour rest. During this time you are free to go downstairs, if you wish, and get yourself a cup of tea.

After the half hour intermission, administer the 4th and 5th sets of 10, with a 5-minute rest period in between.

In the unlikely event that the cane should break, I have left two spares. Just continue with those.

If I am not back before the punishment is completed, simply leave his Lordship in his position and go about your other household duties. I shall want to inspect the marks before his Lordship is released.

Isabell stopped reading and said, “And then, your Lordship, it is signed ‘Lady Elizabeth’”

For almost a minute there was almost total silence in the room. But through some light footsteps the Earl could detect that Isabell was walking over toward the area of his desk. He remembered that was where his wife had left the canes. He heard Isabell returning to his pinioned form and again there was silence. Then, suddenly, there was the sound of the swish of the cane. The Earl’s automatic reflex was to flinch, but it had only been a practice stroke. Isabell had been watching him closely as she swung the wispy cane through the air, and had seen his muscles tense, and observed that the tight bondage had prevented any other movement whatsoever. The Earl could not have seen, of course, the satisfied and slightly sly smile of delight which crossed her face as she noticed his reaction to the practice stroke.

It was no more than a few seconds later that the Earl heard Isabell say, in a voice which seemed to him more confident than usual, and possibly a little too enthusiastic and cheery, “So, your Lordship, I believe it’s time to begin.”

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