He mounts her like a breeding mare

Sir Williard,

I must finish this entry quickly as the morning sun continues to climb and at some point the delayed joining of my host family must be perceived as rudeness rather than oversight. However if I do not put ink to paper now, I am afraid I may never find the nerve to describe the wickedness that took place in my chambers late last night.

Bad enough that I had already spanked young Lady Peach as a groom might discipline a wayward bride. However, instead of the firm punishment dampening the erotic notions of the young Miss Peach the pain of the spanking seems to have further weakened both her inhibitions and, I will regretfully confess, mine too. I was completely taken with the role of the strict male disciplinarian and aggrieved husband and I resolved to break Miss Peach of her misplaced notions of how a woman might betray the trust placed in her by her family, her future husband, the Church and the powers of the land.

"Wife," I announced as I rolled her onto her belly and pulled her legs apart. "So far I have shown you the honor a husband might demonstrate for his bride." I can only imagine what she might have been thinking My Lord as I pulled her hips up off of the mattress and positioned myself behind her. "This, Miss Peach is how a man fucks a woman whom he is not bound to by the laws of society and the Church." Miss Peach let out a needy groan and rocked back against my erection wiggling her ass against my stiffness with undisguised excitement. I know Sir Williard, that to mount a woman like a stallion mounts a mare is an act of profound disrespect, however by this point it was far beyond my weak will to avoid plundering Miss Peach like a savage.

"Miss Peach, you now learn how a man might take a woman whom he neither cares about nor respects!" The height of her sex was nearly perfect for what I had in mind and as wet and excited as Miss Peach was it was easy for me to enter her from behind filling her needy sex with one hard lunge of my manhood. I cannot begin to imagine, Sir Williard, that anything in Miss Peach's sheltered upbringing had prepared her for the brutal manner in which I proceeded to take her. My left hand groped her perfect buttock roughly and the fingers of my right hand twisted into the cascades of soft blonde hair and pulled her back to meet each of my violent thrusts. I have seen ape-like longshoremen savaging harbor trollops in the alleys and abandoned warehouses in this fashion, but until last night I had never even considered taking a woman in such a coarse manner. Unlike those uneducated brutes who lacked either the funds or the willingness to procure a bed and basic privacy I had always been able to gaze into the eyes of my partner as we shared the most intimate of moments.

And yet Sir Williard, there I was pistoning away at the backside of a woman with my hand in her hair jerking her back to meet each of my energetic thrusts; and not some lesser brown-skinned native girl either, your Lordship, but a British citizen, a Christian gentlewoman whose standing and wealth far exceeded my own family's.

What made the situation particularly difficult was Miss Peach's response to my savagery. She did not, as you likely imagined, demand an immediate withdrawal and abject apology, nor did she plead for mercy or at the very least pretending that the outrage was out of her control and wait passively for me to come to my senses. No my Lord, Miss Peach was actively encouraging me too **** her using language that might not have seemed out of place amoungst the longshoremen mentioned above. She cried out with each brutal thrust demanding that I punish her like she deserved, at times she became so loud I feared she'd wake the entire household, but thankfully the thick walls and vastness of this estate saved me that ultimate embarrassment.

When at last I collapsed onto her back, pinning her slender body to the mattress with he fullness of my weight she quivered in what I can only describe as deep satisfaction turning her head to the side so she could wink at me.

"It's too bad Dr. Baxter, that you can't be my husband." She giggled softly staring "I'd be most willing to serve as your whore every night if you used me like that; oh don't worry sir, I'd be your demure wife every day, as chaste and proper as the Duchess of Umbria herself but only because I knew your cock was going to punish my ass as soon as all our guests left for their estates." I could feel yet another ripple of her inner muscles along the sensitive flesh of my manhood. "Oh Dr. Baxter, you are going to be very popular on Rajah-4. I'm sure you'll be accosted by my Mother before long, and perhaps if The Blush strikes her as it found me, even my sweet little sister Amber."

I have to wonder what is wrong with me Sir Williard, because my slowly deflating member stiffened noticeably inside the lovely Miss Peach as I contemplated using Lady Peach while her husband was away, or even robbing the other pretty daughter of this notable family of her virtue. I believe now you can see why I am hesitant to leave the sanctuary of my rooms, however I really have ****, so wish me goodwill, for like Daniel I must now face the lions in their den.