Guardian Girl (The Chronicles of Staffordshire) (40 page)

Lenore gaped at the forethought the Master had put into the room. "Rory! Did you do this all by yourself?!”

"No," confessed the typical male. "My assistant, Miss Nichols, did most of it. She and Raquel have become quite intimate these past few months."

"Really? I think I like this Miss Nichols already!"

"But there is another room just for you, darling."

"There is something that can top this? You must work very hard to achieve that, Rory."

With a grand flourish, Rory led Lenore by the hand to another walk-in closet at the other side of her vanity. Inside, Lenore found hundreds of pairs of shoes arranged neatly, row upon row, color coordinated to make selection easier. More eclectic and edgier than the clothes, the assortment included everything from thigh-high leather boots, to sky-high pumps, to calf-wrap sandals, (Lenore’s favorite of all), to cross-trainers, runners, and riding boots. The room represented a shoe fetishist’s heaven on earth.

The shoe closet caused Lenore to do a double take. And a triple take. And a quadruple take.

Rory broke through her astonishment. "Did we do well, Lenore?"

"ARE YOU SERIOUS? YES! YES! A thousand times YES!” Lenore ran to Rory and threw her arms around his neck, hugging and kissing. “You did this
beautifully
, Rory! Miss Nichols, again?

"Of course."

“I positively LOVE this woman! Will I meet her today?”

With a dirty grin, Rory assured Lenore, “Yes, you will definitely meet Miss Nichols today. You will get to know her quite intimately, as well.”

Lenore released her grip on Rory, pointed at the bed, and moved toward it. “May I test this out?”

“Of course, love. One day it will be your bed, too.
However
…” Rory paused for dramatic effect, holding up his index finger as a note of caution. "If you disturb the sheets, dear, I regret I must punish you. Maricela just made the bed and I would hate to call her back just to clean up your mess.”

“Ex-
cuse
me?” Lenore spun and glared at Rory, stunned by the word, “punish.” “Did you just say you would ‘punish’ me? What does that mean, dear? We are not revisiting the ‘hag’ incident, are we?”

“I meant just what I said, dear,” Rory said with a glorious smirk. “If you disturb the covers I must punish you. It is the Staffordshire way.”

With a naughty, childlike squeal Lenore ran toward the bed and leapt. She landed face down, flipped to her back, and writhed seductively against the perfectly smoothed sheets. Lenore clawed, and pawed, and ground her bottom into the slick fabric. Propping herself on one elbow, Lenore grinned at Rory. In a flash to a playful, childish side, she stuck out her tongue.

“Did you just stick out your tongue at me, Lenore?”

“I don’t know, dear. Did the ‘hag’?” she teased. The sheer allure and size of the house intoxicated Lenore. She played with Rory in taunting, enticing ways she never dared do in public.

Rory walked casually to the nightstand by the bed and picked up the phone. He pressed a speed dial number. “I warned you, Lenore. If you disturbed the sheets I would see to your punishment.” He smiled throughout, satisfied he baited his naïve girlfriend into precisely the position he desired. A male voice answered the call.

“Hello, Joshua. Would you please come to my bedroom? I have a very naughty girl you must punish for me. Thank you.”

A note of irritation pursed Lenore’s lips. She squinted. “Rory St. Cloud. Did you pick up that phone and ask someone named ‘Joshua' to come up here and ‘punish’ me? And did you just call me a ‘naughty girl'? Is that what just happened?”

“I warned you, darling. You were not to disturb the bed. You disobeyed. At Staffordshire, such impudence demands firm discipline.”

Rory relished the game. He moved closer to the bed, bending to caress Lenore’s face. “After all, dear, if you are to be my wife… If you are to be the Mistress of this grand house... You must first be disciplined.”

Rory kissed Lenore, sucking playfully on each of her lips. Lenore responded eagerly, forgetting that someone named Joshua was on his way to the bedroom. Also lost on the impish bed-besmircher was yet another invocation of the “M” word.

As Joshua came through the door Lenore gasped. In comparison to Rory, a 6’1”, 210 pound, former rugby player, black-suited Joshua stood 6’4” tall and weighed nearly 240lbs. Shockingly handsome, Joshua sported a square-jawed northern European face and short-cropped head of blond hair. An affinity for Norse gods made Lenore’s titties tingle.

“You required my service, Master?”

“Yes, Joshua. Ms. De La Fuente disobeyed my orders. She has disturbed the sheets on my bed and she must be disciplined for her disobedience. You know what you must do…”

Twenty Eight

Joshua took a menacing step toward the bed. The word “discipline” caught Lenore’s attention. With a waver in her voice, she asked, “Discipline? Rory, what is going on…?

“Don’t worry, darling. Consider this ‘play’ discipline. Joshua is just going to ‘play’ with you. He may be big, but he’s really a teddy bear, isn’t that right, Joshua?”

“Absolutely, Ma’am,” Joshua nodded, lifting his hands for emphasis. “Totally de-clawed.”

Trusting but wary, Lenore calmed. “Alright, Rory. I will play along… As long as it is only ‘play’.”

“Trust me darling. You will enjoy this playtime. Oh Joshua… One more thing before you administer the discipline…”

“Yes, sir?

“Ms. De La Fuente has no safe word. A simple ‘no’ or ‘stop' will suffice.”

“Yes, sir.”

The waver was back. “’Safe word,’ Rory? What is a ‘safe’ word? Why do I need a ‘safe’ word?”

Rory waved his hand, dismissing all concern. “It’s just a formality, Lenore. After all, darling, discipline — even ‘play’ discipline — is a contact sport. Joshua will touch you on my behalf and I want to ensure that he does not accidentally hurt you. He is, after all, a very big boy.

“Now, Lenore… Joshua is here because you have been a naughty little girl and you must be disciplined. Joshua is going to touch you as he plays with you, so you should pretend to struggle. You can grab him, slap him, punch him… Whatever you wish. He can take it. It will be more fun that way. It’s always more fun if everyone is in character. Do you understand?

“Yes… I think… You want me to struggle a little bit…?”

“Yes, Lenore. You won’t hurt Joshua, so feel free to fight back. Now… You may proceed, Joshua.”

The man-mountain stepped to the bed, grabbed Lenore, who had been reclining on her side, lifted her, and flipped her over onto her stomach with rag doll ease. Mid-flip, Lenore slugged Joshua’s arm. Just for play, of course. It felt good to hit a man as big and strong as Joshua and not have him fight back. Joshua didn’t flinch. Lenore giggled.

As Rory expected, the manhandling excited Lenore. Lying on her stomach, she extended a hand and wagged her finger at The Master. “Rory, dear… You did not tell me Joshua would flip me like a hamburger…”

“Joshua, please position Ms. De La Fuente so I may better supervise your activities. And remember, Lenore… Keep struggling. You are a naughty little girl, so be naughty.”

Rory moved to a maroon leather, wing-backed, button-tufted chair located near the foot of the bed, sat, crossed his legs, and relaxed in regal style. With one hand Joshua held down Lenore’s shoulders, with the other he reached under her stomach and lifted her hips, aiming her two-million-dollar ass directly at The Master. Lenore tried to push up on her shoulders. Joshua shoved her back down. She reached out and punched his thigh.

“That’s good, Lenore! Keep struggling. Now, Joshua… Please lift away Ms. De La Fuente’s dress.”

The tour suddenly took a decidedly unexpected and kinky turn. Rory said nothing about exposing Lenore’s multi-million-dollar ass to the help. Lenore immediately propped herself on her palms and glanced between her legs to Rory’s smiling face. Was she a willing accomplice in her “discipline?” Did she want to beat a hasty exit and forget about marrying into the kinky family St. Cloud?

“Rory... Darling... You said to struggle. You said nothing about removing my clothes.”

“It’s alright Lenore. I promise. It’s all for play. Remember, if you want this to end at any time, a simple ‘no’ or ‘stop’ will suffice.”

Her arousal building, Lenore decided to play along. For the moment. It did feel a little bit exciting to know that another man was about to see her Sardi-coached, cover-worthy ass.

“But Rory, is lifting my dress… Is it really necessary?”

“Well, darling, we can’t very well administer a spanking through your dress, can we? Go ahead, Joshua… Spank this naughty little girl.”

“Spanking? Rory, what kind of… OUCH! HEY!”

Joshua’s massive hand came down upon Lenore’s rump, spreading cheek to cheek with the over-sized width of his meaty palm. A red welt in the outline of Joshua’s fingers peeked past the edges of Lenore’s hip-hugging panties. Lenore rubbed her ass.

“OUCH, Rory! That
hurt
!”

“Spankings are supposed to hurt a little, darling. But… Perhaps Joshua played a little too hard. Joshua, spank her again, but more gently this time. Remember… ‘play’ Joshua…”

“Yes sir.”

"Rory, dear, wha… Ohhh WOOOOWWWWW!" Lenore’s mouth gaped, her jaw trembled. Her nipples tingled.

Once again, Joshua brought his palm down against Lenore’s bottom, but instead of a resounding slap, he pressed it into her flesh, gripping and groping her ass instead of slapping it. He reached in with his other hand and spread her cheeks, tugging on the fabric of her panties and driving it into her crack.

“OH MY GOD! RORY! Ohhh… Ohhh… Yes… Yesss… Wowwwww…”

Joshua’s hand visited for a time, wriggling his beefy digits through and around her panties, probing deeper into Lenore’s bottom. The delicate intrusiveness of Joshua’s powerful touch rekindled lewd yearnings in proper, elegant, dignified Lenore. She moaned with delight.

“That was much better, Joshua. Do it again. But more finger this time.”

Lenore gasped. “More
finger
…?”

“Silence!” Rory exclaimed.

"Rory, this is really much more than.... OHHHHHHH MY GOD!!! OH my God! Dios mio! AY… Huh ! AY… Huh!”

Instead of a painful slap, Joshua mauled Lenore’s ass, grabbing each cheek and thrusting his fingers deeply between her legs. He spread her thighs, cupping her brown eye and clam. He wiggled the tips of his fingers into each of crack and crevice and tested Lenore for her erogenous zones.

“Oooohhhh… Ohhh my… Rory… What is happening...? What are you doing to me?” Lenore’s passion built with each intrusion of Joshua’s digits. “Rory… Ohhhhh… Oh God… Oh God…” Lenore panted.

“Joshua, I don’t think this is achieving the desired effect. This does not appear to be very effective discipline. It seems you must have direct access to her bottom. Please remove Ms. De La Fuente’s panties.”

Joshua tore Lenore’s panties from her bottom in a single motion, leaving mild strap burns across her tanned flesh.

"OUCH! RORY!"

Rory ignored Lenore's protests. “Thank you, Joshua. That’s much better. But her dress has slipped back. Please lift it away so I can better direct your work.”

“Yes, sir.”

Joshua flipped Lenore’s dress up to her neck, offering up her lithe body, trimmed beaver, and virgin shitter to her boyfriend’s gaze. Rory became stiff at the sight of his super-lover’s naked flesh. Lenore’s succulent breasts dangled over the bed.

Lenore - stimulated and hesitant - attempted a half-hearted protest. “Rory… I think… I think this has gone quite far enough. I think...”

“SHHHHH! I did not give you permission to speak!” Rory snapped.

The look on Lenore’s face suggested a woman teetering between terror and ecstasy. Sensing he pushed the boundaries of Lenore’s trust, Rory lifted his hand and halted Joshua’s progress. He approached the side of the bed, knelt, and pressed his lips to Lenore’s ear.

“Don’t worry, darling. Joshua will only do exactly as I ask and I promise he will not hurt you. And remember… All you need to say is 'no’ or ‘stop.’ Understand?”

With titillated fear in her eyes, Lenore nodded. The words “no” and “stop” did not leave her lips.

Rory kissed Lenore’s cheek and returned to his seat, taking in the spectacle playing out on the bed.

“Joshua, spank this naughty little girl again. And Joshua… Slip your fingers into Ms. De La Fuente’s pussy. Slip them in very,
very
deeply.”

“Yes, sir.” Joshua spit on his fingers.

“RORY! Did you say…? AY DIOS MIO! AY DIOS MIO! Ohhhhh my God… Oh my God… Ohhhh… Ohhh God…”

Joshua came down around Lenore’s ass with practiced precision, wrapping his hand and fingers far around her crevice, pushing his middle finger into her saturated cunt, with his thumb he teased her anus.

“Oh God, Rory… Dios Mio… Ohhh… Ohhh… What is happening? What are you doing to me?”