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Lady Danvers crouched above the footman, Dennis.

He was being punished…again.

Dennis was lying on his back on the wooden bench. His arms were tied down to the sides, as were his ankles. Naked, he waited upon his lady’s pleasure. He wore a leather strap over his mouth and around his head. It was black and sported a long, thick penis pointing straight up.

Lady Danvers lowered herself onto it and felt the penetration of her labia with a soft sigh.

“Don’t move. Don’t cry out. You know what happens if you do?” She murmured to his wide eyes.

He blinked once to say yes. Dennis was being objectified right now. He received no pleasure from face fucking his lady, and if he moved or cried out, then she would unleash a golden shower over his face. He was a human dildo right now and was learning his place. He was her toy.

Dennis had once again been caught flirting with one of the maids! He hated being used like this, and she knew it. This was a lesson in humility and humiliation. She’d already laid into his back and ass with a strap, so her crushing down was very painful for him.

“You will learn that you are mine and no one else’s.” She bored her eyes into his as she began to pump up and down on his face. “Disobey me again, and I will sell you to Lady Withers.”

Dennis’s eyes widened. Lady Withers only ever used a footman for sex in a certain way. Oh, Dennis had been pegged by Danvers, too, but she was kind about it compared with Withers, who didn’t care about letting her mounts time to heal or using proper lubrication.

Danvers sped up as Dennis kept his position, then rocked onto his face with her thighs trapping his head. He could breathe, mostly. Her hand went into his hair to clutch a handful as she rode on to a lovely orgasm. Shuddering, she dismounted his strap-on. Reaching down, she undid the strap around his head.

“You’ve learned your lesson, Boy?” She whispeed.

“Yes, Mistress.” He nodded and kept his eyes lowered.

“You will next go to Kitty and tell her she may peg you nightly for three nights in a row. That should put any ideas of flirting out of your head.” She told him.

Dennis blushed deeply. To be fucked by the young woman he’d been trying to woo? Yes, he’d learn his place. Kitty would be kinder to him than most. She might even let him cum. That was her choice.

“Beg her prettily enough, and she might take pity. You understand?” Lady Danvers asked him.

“Yes, Mistress.” He whispered, and she noticed his cock ripening under his breeches.

Jessica Danvers reached down to swipe a finger through her juices and sucked on her fingertip. Dennis watched her closely. She did it again and placed it between his lips, where he dutifully sucked her finger hard and sighed a little.

He was a pretty boy, and she knew he enjoyed being owned by her. “Thank you, Mistress. I’m sorry.” He apologized.

She stroked his cheeks. “I know you are. I’m not joking about selling you if you step out again.”

“Understood, Mistress.” He nodded.

Reaching down, she undid the straps holding him to the bench. He groaned as he sat up. The welts on his back and ass would be screaming at him. “Now run along to Kitty.” She pointed for him to go.

“Yes, Mistress. Thank you.” He whispered.

“Remember, the women do the fucking in my household.” Jessica grinned as she watched him go and admired her handiwork on his flesh. She enjoyed owning her pretty boys.

She went back upstairs to her room, where Maddie had prepared her bath for her mistress. In reality, Maddie was Maxwell but had been changed to a lady’s maid. Maddie wore the dresses, the bloomers, and the corset. He made a pretty girl.

“Did my mistress enjoy teaching the boy?” Maddie asked as she peeled off Jessica’s clothes.

“I did.” Jessica stepped into the hot bath water with a sigh. It was good to be the queen of her household. “Scrub my back.”

“Yes, my Lady,” Maddie answered and reached for the brush.

After a good brushing and cleaning, Maddie dressed Jessica in her riding habit. The crop Jessica held was well-used, and Maddie was no stranger to it. She had a lovely, curved ass that Jessica rode frequently. Maddie was a little anal slut who begged to be fucked and fucked hard.

“Have my horse readied. I go to visit Lord Jon Randall.” Jessica commanded and felt her nipples harden at thinking of him. He was a wily one she had pursued for a while now.

Maddie frowned but nodded and went to obey her lady’s orders.

Jessica shook her head. Maddie was jealous of the attention Jessica paid to Lord Birchings. It might be time to remind Maddie of her place.

Going downstairs and outside, Jessica grabbed the reins of her stallion and mounted him. No sidesaddle for Jessica. She enjoyed the feeling of the strong, male equine between her thighs. She used the crop more sparingly with her horse than with her peg mounts.

Lord Randall became aware of Jessica’s approach as he heard the hooves of her large stallion enter the courtyard of their estate. He smiled. Jon knew how much Lady Danvers hated being the pursuer. She was strikingly beautiful with a figure that cried out to be tamed and used.

One night, he’d had a little too much brandy and disclosed to her he was curious about being ridden as opposed to riding. He was clear it would be only a rare occurrence, with him being the rider the majority of the time. Jessica had become intrigued.

“My Lord?” She called to him as she opened the door.

“Lady Danvers, what a pleasant surprise.” He grinned.

Jessica knew he’d never called her “my lady” yet. Further pushing his position over her. Why did she find his blatant attempts at dominance so delicious?

“Surprise, my Lord?” She asked with a soft glare. “You knew we had a talk planned.”

Jon had to try very hard to hide his distinct pleasure and arousal that Lady Danvers wanted to negotiate with him about the idea of marriage. Their two houses combined would be one of the stronger powerhouses in the Ton.

“Was that today? It must have slipped my mind.” He teased her.

Her eyes narrowed at him. “Am I so easily forgotten, my Lord?”

“Brother? Lizzy called down as she descended the stairs. “Oh, my apologies, Lady Danvers.” Lizzy bobbed a curtsy and kept her eyes downcast.

“It’s fine, Lizzy.” Jessica smiled at the young girl. “How are you doing today?”

Lizzy blushed lightly. “I am fine, Lady Danvers. Pardon my interruption, Sir? You wished for us to speak again in the study?” Her eyes looked anywhere but at Lady Danvers.

Jessica barely stopped herself from grinning. She was completely aware of what a talk in the study could mean for Jon’s sisters. He ruled the family with such strictness that he earned quite a reputation in the Ton. Not only did he keep a firm hand on the girls, but he also made sure they married a husband who would maintain the same level of discipline.

“Yes, come with me. You may attend as well, Lady Danvers.” Jon strode to the study.

Jessica waited for Lizzy to go first and followed. The poor girl was fidgeting with her hands, trying not to cover her bottom, but it didn’t work. Lizzy glanced back over her shoulder at the older woman.

Jessica mouthed, “Sorry.” She saw Lizzy grin and shrug.

When they got into the study, Jon was already standing behind the desk. “Close the door, Lizzy.” He commanded.

“Yes, Sir,” Lizzy responded and did as she was told.

Jessica felt stirrings in her blood at the sight of the level of obedience and submission she saw in Lizzy. No one ever accused Jon of being cruel to them, but he was strict as he was fair. Her eyes went up to the leather strap and the cane on the wall by the door.

“You know why you’re here?” He asked.

Lizzy slowly nodded.

“Tell me.” He commanded.

She sighed. “I communicated with Lord Randall without your permission, Sir.”

“And why did you disobey me?” He still stood, blatantly looking past the girl at the strap and cane.

Lizzy’s stomach dropped. She knew the presence of Lady Danvers wouldn’t stop her brother from punishing her. Honesty would be the best idea, and pray Jon would hear her out.

“Lord Randall was trying to figure out something about me to get a good birthday present for me. I knew he’d received some bad information and wanted to clarify it before he purchased something expensive that I didn’t want.” Lizzy shrugged.

Jon nodded and looked thoughtful. “This necessitated going in person?”

Lizzy swallowed. “No, it didn’t, but I wanted to be able to answer any further questions.”

“Is there a reason you couldn’t have asked me about communicating with Lord Randall before you did it?” Jon asked.

Lizzy fidgeted. “No, Sir.”

“Just so. You had a good reason to communicate with him, but you didn’t wait for permission.” Jon shrugged.

Lizzy nodded and lowered her face. “I understand. I should be…punished then.” She stated.

“You should.” Jon agreed and strode past her to the implements. He got down the strap. “Go over to the desk and face Lady Danvers as you bend over and await me.”

Lizzy obeyed without looking up at either Jon or Jessica.

“Would you like Lady Danvers to hold your hands in place?” Jon asked as he walked behind the girl.

“Yes, please,” Lizzy whispered.

Jessica moved over and took one of Lizzy’s hands in each of her own. It did not escape her notice that Jon was being kind to his sister by assuring Jessica that she would not see any bare bottoms being punished. There was also the feeling of co-topping the situation as she might if wed to Jonathan…..

Jon moved Lizzy’s skirt up higher and then pinned it in place. He pulled down her bloomers just past the curve of her ass. “Fifteen strokes, you will keep the count. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.” Lizzy nodded. “Thank you, Sir.”

“Why thank me?” He asked her.

“Only fifteen strokes, Sir,” Lizzy explained.

“Oh, that.” Jon acknowledged. “That’s because Lord Randall will be giving you a proper spanking for this at the end of the birthday party at his place.”

“Oh!” Lizzy cried out at his news and at the first strike of the strap. “One, Sir. Thank you!” She cried out.

“Yes, I’ve spoken with him about it. It’ll take place at the end of the ball they are throwing for your birthday.” Jon applied the second with more gusto.

“Ohhh, Two, Sir…thank you, Sir.” Lizzy whimpered.

Jessica was aroused to hear how sweetly Lizzy took her strapping and even thanked him for each stroke when not forced to do so. It must be rather standard practice for his strappings that Lizzy defaults to it.

Somewhere around the eighth stroke, Jessica saw Jon’s eyes boring into hers, and he grinned wickedly as she noticed it. He barely raised one eyebrow, but Jessica felt his intention. He was imagining it was her under his strap right now! This meant she was now, and she gasped slightly at the next few strikes.

Lizzy’s strapping was done, but Jon left the strap on the desk.

“Come here.” He commanded.

Jessica let the girl’s wrists go as Lizzy rose and rushed into her brother’s arms.

“I’m sorry, Sir. I’m so sorry. I should have asked.” She whispered through quiet tears.

“I know you are. Now, go and thank Lady Danvers for helping you.” Jon commanded.

Lizzy came around the desk with lowered eyes, a sheepish look on her face, and bobbed a curtsey. “Thank you for assisting in my punishment, my Lady Danvers.”

Jessica grinned. This was how Lizzy would have referred to her if Jessica were her own mother, helping punish one of the children.

“You honor me, Lizzy. You took it well.” Jessica praised her.

Lizzy blushed. “My brother has trained me well, Lady. His is a very firm…grasp.”

“Yet it does not chafe?” Jessica asked.

“Not at all. He does what we need, and we all know it.” Lizzy nodded.

“And I daresay, he might enjoy his office?” Jessica asked without looking at Jon.

Lizzy’s eyes rose at this, and curiosity flooded them. “We know he does, but he doesn’t abuse it, nor us.” Her tone made it clear she was praising his abilities as a dominant in their household.

Lizzy paused and smirked. “It has been a while since any of us has been over his lap for a punishment, though.”

“Do you wish to test that out, Lizzy?” Jon warned her.

“No, Sir.” Lizzy scurried out of the study at almost a run.

“They must keep you on your toes,” Jessica commented as they both watched Lizzy leave.

“Aye, that they do, and I let them have their ways of teasing back. It makes for a better environment with intelligent women.” He remarked as he sat down behind the desk. His left hand trailed the handle of the strap.

Jessica watched his hand carefully and felt the thrill of being hunted. “It does. Tell me, did you imagine that strap on my bottom, Sir, as you stared at me?”

“Sir?” His smirk was maddening.

Jessica bit her lower lip. She’d said Sir, and it had come out as naturally as breathing. Damn him. “Will you answer me?” She repeated with sparks in her eyes.

“Will I answer you….” He let it trail off and picked up the strap now. His right hand began to caress the length of the leather.

Jessica’s nipples hardened painfully, and she had to fight hard not to squirm before him. She was in a corner of her own making. She could say, “Please don’t make me say it,” but that would be begging. She could do as he wanted and repeat her question, ending with “Sir.

Jon watched her mind puzzle it out and slowly took in a breath as she wriggled on his hook. She’d put herself there and could easily extricate herself, but he knew he had her close to bending.

“Will you answer me, please, Sir?” She asked in a soft voice, eyes downcast in defeat.

He nodded. “I will…that was a good girl.” He cooed and watched her face flush. “Yes, I did imagine using this strap on your lovely bottom, my Lady.”

Her heart skipped a beat. He’d done it! He’d called her his lady.

“My Lady, you know me, and you know what we’ve done here. I’ll ask this once tonight, and your answer will be quick and honest. Am I understood?” He spoke with all the tone and confidence of a dominant who had already conquered her.

“I do, Sir.” She nodded and felt her knees tremble.

“Would you like me to use this strap thoroughly on your willing, upturned, bare bottom tonight?” He smacked the strap against his palm, and she jumped.

Jessica felt her juices begin to seep a little. “May I ask one question before I answer?”

He nodded. “You may.”

“What will you do with my thoroughly whipped bottom, Sir?” She licked her lower lip.

He laughed. “Put it to good use.” His eyes pierced hers. “The same way you enjoy your pretty boys.”

Oh, God! He meant to mount her ass!!

Slowly, she reached up and undid the bodice of her gown, then continued to strip until she was naked before him. His eyes drank her in greedily.

“Where do you want me, Sir?” She whispered.

Lizzy had barely got back to her room when she heard the unmistakable sound of the strap being applied harder than normal. She darted downstairs and listened at the door.

“More?” Her brother’s voice called.

“Yes, please, Sir.” Lady Danver’s quavering voice begged.

He struck five more lashes. “More?” He asked.

She begged for more again.

Lizzy stood transfixed as her brother whipped the woman into sobs, then came the clear sound of flesh spanking flesh. Lady Danvers’ cries became moans as she submitted to Jon without question and begged to cum, which he did not grant until she sobbed for it.

Common sense overcame curiosity, and Lizzy ran back to her room. It sounded like Lady Danvers had finally done the impossible. She had secured Lizzy’s brother as her husband. This was scandalous, since it was well known that she was dominant in her own way. A squeal of pleasure broke through her bedroom door, even from that far away, as Lady Danvers lost all coherence.

Jon looked down at the gorgeous woman whom he’d beaten harder than any other woman in his life. She’d loved it and begged for more. Her mount was a sweet ride, and it was she who had begged to worship on his cock right now. Her eyes smoldered up into his.

“I haven’t forgotten what I told you to start all this, Jessica.” He murmured. “I shall keep the submission you’ve given me and claim you as my bride, but I also know you sacrificed yourself in hopes of recompense. I will be willing to address you as my Lady sometimes, in private, truly. Will that do?”

Her eyes blazed as she nodded. Her mouth popped off his cock. “I knew…What I was doing.” She gasped. “I’ve never truly given my submission before tonight. You are a powerful one, and you make me burn for you, my Sir. My Master.”