Thread: The Ward... A Victorian RP  (SHARPii & ThomasWaller)

Mrs. Baddeley, rested her back against the closed door. It's not right. It's not right at all. She remembered herself being taken from the village as a young girl and then taken physically by Williams' father, John. She gave her head a quick shake and set off to perform her household duties. She resolved not to think about the upstairs apartments. Goren, tapped with one knuckle on Sir William's chambers. We're eer sir. He spoke softly and could not help himself but to give the young mistress's hand a reassuring pat. He knew it was a liberty but thought her too pretty a thing to be treated so dreadfully. Goren pictured a trampled bouquet of flowers as he waited with Estella. Come in then. Don't prove yourself the dullard we expect. Come in man. William was dressed in a fine cotton night shirt and a silk, quilted robe. He wore no slippers nor hose. He was ready for bed by all appearances. He fetched a straight backed wooden chair from his writing desk and placed it in the center of the expansive room. He next placed himself in said chair. He crooked a finger for Goren to lead Estella to him. You'll stay, Goren, until we decide you are not needed. Sir. Goren stared straight ahead above the head of his Master. He did not want to add to the girl's shame and dismay by watching this. He assumed the ramrod pose of a soldier at watch. William reached out for the girl and pulled her forward, closer to him. He enjoyed her obvious turmoil and inner struggles. He opened his knees to pull her in tighter still. Five schools... expelled from each... a disregard and violation of any and all authority... abuse of the staff... Is it any wonder that your aunt, or any other sane household would refuse to take you under their roof... You are the author of your own demise my lovely Estella... My pretty Estella... you have rendered yourself unfit for civil company... Well, you shall meet no civility here. William ran his fingertips up and down Estella's arms as he spoke to her. Then he roughly spun her about and pulled the releasing ribbon on her outer skirts. She balked and made to escaper. Goren held out a blocking arm and corraled the girl, lifting her effortlessly back into place. He never looked down at her or the master all the while. You are not about to escape the punishment that you deserve my angel. Indeed things will get much harsher if you insist on a wrestling match. I would enjoy that immensely and if you are seeking those kind of pleasures, please continue to flee. As he spoke he pulled the skirts and petticoats to the ground. Estella wore lose cotton britches which descended to just above her knees. William pushed her to arms length to admire her posterior and the shape of the girl. He held her by the arms just above her elbows. A splendid arse is a joy to behold, a joy and a temptation beyond endurance my sweet. His grip on her arms increased painfully. Then, he released that grip and began to unbutton her bustiere. I see no reason why you stiffen and recoil my dear. One can see as much in a bathing costume at a public beach. Presently he removed the bustiere entirely and Estella stood before him in her under garments, her upper half constructed of the same loose fitting cotton as the lower. Both decorated in frills at the edges and an interwoven blue ribbon. He spun her around between his legs until she now faced forward. For the longest time he just admired her shape and the heaving motion of her breasts. He adored the redness which painted her cheeks, trailed down her neck and adorned her entire upper chest. In a startling, sudden, even shocking move William clasped Estella about the waist and hefted her in the air and settled her over his left knee. His right leg crossed over the back of her thighs and scissored together with his left, trapped her helplessly in place over his lap. His display of strength was both surprising and intimidating. For balance, Estella was forced to place her palms on the floor, which bent and displayed her bottom deliciously to William's penetrating stare. He placed his left hand on the middle of her back and pushed down. This rendered her immobile and more vulnerable than Estella could ever have imagined. She began to plead, but William was too mired into his own lust to notice. His cock was now at full erection and he pressed it into the side of her thigh, rocking his hips back and forth as he admired Estella's sensually rounded bottom. With his right hand, he began to stroke the object of his desire. The thin cotton material allowed little protection from his hands exploration of her tightened cheeks. He traced the crack of her posterior with a long delicate stroke. It's a fine arse, like little melons my dear. And just as delicious, I'll warrant. His fingers explored the recess always stopping just short of her vagina as he slid it back and forth. Oh please continue wriggling like that my sweet, it has a seductive and sensual effect...opening your little rosebud for more intimate explorations. He proved his point by pressing on that exact spot . Then, without warning he yanked down her only protection from his intruding eyes Estella's naked bottom was unveiled. His hand continued it's smoothing and fondling. He quickly half rose in the chair and just as smartly pulled his own nightshirt up and over his straining cock. In a nonce he was back with them both in position, but now his erect cock pressed naked into her outer thigh... flesh on flesh. The clear sexual fluid from his cock head moistened her leg. This spanking has been a long time coming my dear. You earned it and deserved it, every smack of it. Let it be your first foray into a true education. You must thank me for it after I am done. His oration was interrupted by a loud CRACK! His first blow on her delicate ass cheeks. He watched the hand print form in bright red. Let's begin shall we...