Purity Ch. 08 - Sex Stories

Purity Ch. 08

... nether cheeks were almost too sore to lightly stroke with her fingertips. She couldn't imagine how much they would smart when he applied his heavy, masculine hand to them.

'Quickly now, girl. We have much to do today.'

And with a resigned nod of acceptance, she stepped up onto the bottom rail of Edmund's stool and tentatively put both hands on his far thigh, easing herself down across the unforgiving platform of his lap before reaching down to grasp the bottom rung on the far side.

The stool was so high that neither her fingers nor toes could reach the flagstone floor, and she felt very vulnerable balanced in such a way. Not as vulnerable as she would feel moments later, however, when he barked out, 'Skirts, Alice!'

In her heart, she'd known that her daily spanking couldn't possibly be as forgiving as to take place over her clothes, but having to reach back and pull handfuls of the fabric up to her waist until she had entirely bared his intended target made her feel like a sacrificial lamb awaiting the slaughter.

Twenty crisp spanks later, her bottom was flaming, the welts burning as hotly as when Seth had first applied them, and she was pushed back off his knee as Edmund rose to stand.

'On your feet now, girl. We are going to revisit the scene of your crime.'

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Alice was reeling from Edmund's revelations.

Instead of being sent away to the Sisters, she was going to stay with Edmund. And become his wife, no less! Part of her thrilled with joy ...

... that this stern man, whom she had come to love and fear in equal measure, would take her hand in marriage. The other part of her stilled in dread at the threat that her every pleasure would be under his strict control.

Already, she felt different, as though accepting that she would become Edmund's betrothed had changed something deep within her. Or possibly it was the feel of the soft cotton drawers that he insisted she wear, which slithered sensuously across her throbbing backside with every step. Never before had she worn fabric so close to her heated core, and it felt scandalous!

The drawers consisted of two leg pieces, which fell to just above her knee and were held around her waist with a length of pink ribbon. The centre seam was not joined, and so a draft still reached her damp folds as they walked swiftly along the path. As they passed other parishioners, Edmund greeted them politely, but she seemed to have lost her words entirely, blushing deeply as though they could see through her skirts to the shameful garment.

And now, making their way to the smithy, she had a sinking feeling that Seth would become reacquainted with her womanly parts in far less pleasurable circumstances than her last visit.

'Blackstone, I believe you owe me a service.'

Seth turned from where he'd been standing over the forge and eyed Edmund cautiously.

'What do you need, Father?'

'As you are aware, my ward needs a firm hand to keep her on the virtuous path.' Seth shuffled ...