Miss Peach needs discipline

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. 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 that once again we were rutting like savages on the bed of my chambers, and when I had hoped to end the improper liaison that Miss Peach seemed to be provoking me 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 firm moral fiber, and nothing I had done so far had made any impression upon her that her future would be highly displeased to learn that his bride had acted the whore before coming to his wedding bed.

She was positioned before me on her knees with her head resting on her forearms and her round ass lifted high into the air. 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 groom Miss Peach," I told the lovely tease with a firmness I had yet to use with her, "I would put an end to these games of yours." 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. "Are you going to listen to me now?" I asked as my hand rose once again high above her.

"But my love, I was only trying to learn how to please ..." The second blow was as firm as the first and landed slightly lower on her buttocks painting more of her skin a rosy colour.

"You would have better pleased me by keeping your pretty knees pressed tightly together." I told her as a landed a third blow on her ass. "I was expecting a virgin bride, instead I got a slut whose been fucked by God only knows how many cocks." The next blow was not quite so hard, but landing as it did on her already warmed ass she still squirmed under my hand, but in no way Sir Williard was she 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 by my rough treatment of her than she had with the more gentle approach I had taken before.

"Would you send me back to my family in disgrace?" 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 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. "I'd keep you as my wife. During the day you'd be treated with absolute respect, but at night in the privacy of our bed chambers I'd punish your tight pussy again and again until you truly understood your place in my household."

"Oh God!" Her gasp Lord Johnson showed little sign that my firm discipline or crude threat 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.