A sound spanking

Dear Sir Williard,

It is morning My Lord, and I have taken the time to finish dressing before describing the aftermath of my encounter with Miss Peach in my rooms late last night. I should meet my host family downstairs in the breakfast room, but after last night's debauchery I am ashamed to come face to face with either Miss Peach or her mother. Even breaking my fast with Hunter could be awkward for if he even suspected how I had misused his sister the night before I would no doubt be in considerable danger. Of the four, that leaves only Miss Amber who I might be able to carry out a normal conversation with free of guilt and shame. However, even that option worries me; for after the way I had imposed my lustful desires on the innocent Miss Peach I fear, Sir Williard, that I no longer can be trusted in the presence any pretty young Englishwoman.

More than ever, I am beginning to give more credence to Dr. Smith's warning of the Blush and the way it clouds a man's ability to think and act clearly. This is not in any way an attempt to absolve any culpability on my part, but an honest effort to document the impact of this horrific natural phenomenon. Last night you will recall your Lordship that when I had been trying to atone for the great shame I had inflicted on Miss Peach the situation had deteriorated to the point where I was partaking in her fantasy of a school for the instruction of sweet young maids in the desires of men. I had as you know been firmly committed to ending the improper liaison but somehow Miss Peach had provoked me into a situation where I had to take even firmer control.

In the clarity of the morning sunlight it is clear that I could have easily sent the confused young lady back to her rooms where she would have realized that our late-night meeting was a terrible mistake that we'd have to take extra care to avoid repeating, but at the time my thoughts were clouded in a fog of lust and anger. Miss Peach was without any doubt mocking me for my conservative moral fiber, and nothing I had done so far had made any impression upon her that her future husband would be highly displeased to learn that his bride had acted the whore before coming to his wedding bed. I remember thinking that by playing along with her delusions that a young woman as bright and well bred as Miss Peach would see the error of her ways.

You will remember Sir Williard that Miss Peach was bent over the teacher's table in the classroom adjoining my suite awaiting the punishment for failing to complete her homework. Her head rested on her forearms on the solid table and her long legs were spread and stretched to the floor of the classroom. Her legs were long enough to rest flat-footed but instead she stood on the balls of her feet lifting her perfect ass a few inches higher than the table edge. Her nightgown had been lifted over her hips and her pale white buttocks wiggled in anticipation as I ran my hand across the unblemished skin.

"If I were your teacher Miss Peach," I told the lovely tease with a firmness I had yet to use with her, "I would not put up with your willful disobedience." I then spanked her sharply leaving a red oval on the whiteness of her skin. She squealed in surprise and her slender frame stiffened when the **** of the impact rocked through her. "Is this what you were hoping for Miss Peach?" I asked as my hand rose once again high above her. Sir Williard, even after feeling the sting of a man's hand on her tender body the young lady refused to end the charade continuing instead to play the role of the punished schoolgirl.

"But, I explained that there were no men here except my brother and father ..." The second blow was as firm as the first and landed slightly lower on her buttocks painting more of her skin a rosy colour.

"What about me?" I demanded coldly. "Am I not a man?" A third blow on her ass, harder than the first two. "Your demure little sister had no trouble finding my office and completing her assignment." I cannot say why I even mentioned Miss Amber; the wickedness of expanding her fantasy to include her younger sister should have been enough to break the mood, but instead she moaned in excitement. By now, I confess, I too was fully immersed in the role and the idea of disciplining this innocent young lady in front of a room filled with her friends, neighbors and younger sister excited me in a most shameful manner. My next blow was not quite so hard, but landing as it did on her already warmed ass she still squirmed under my hand. Miss Peach was in no way expressing any indication that she had had enough; if anything, the way her ass wiggled against my palm and the trickle of moisture that I could see running down her inner thigh were an indication that she was becoming even more sexually stimulated. I remember even in the surreal fantasy recalling a passage from one of my medical books (I'll have to look up the author when my library arrives) that linked pain with sexual pleasure in some patients. Miss Peach seemed to respond to my rough treatment of her even more than she had when I had taken before.

"Will I be expelled from the classes?" Her eyes sparkled in excitement even as she tried to make her voice sound meekly chastised.

"No, you little whore." I am ashamed to admit Dr. Johnson, that I was becoming as excited as her and the next slap came from below and hit her on the inside part of her thigh causing her legs to spread wider so I could see both the puckered brown star and pink slit that was dripping with drops of moisture. "You need this discipline even more than any of the others, Miss Peach, if you ever expect to please your future husband."

"Oh God!" Her gasp showed little sign that my firm discipline was effecting any change in her behavior. Looking back at it now it is clear to me that I should have sent her away before I compounded my trespasses but instead I took her again, this time in the most shameful manner. It was a coupling appropriate for only the lowest of whores or native girls who had neither the benefits of civilization nor the teachings of the Church to instruct them, certainly not for a young lady like Miss Peach, a Peer of the greatest Empire the world has ever known.