Check out the tray

Christine was tired, she was frightened, she was worried about Erik, but the sight of the chalice on the tray made her long for a glass of wine. Since that awful day when Prince Henry had arrived at castle Gerard, she's had to make do with water from the rivulets in the old forest and another quick drink this morning from the fountain where she left Erik. Without further thought she made her way to the table and picked up the brass decanter and lifted it to her nose.

It wasn't wine, well it was wine, but like the concoction Erik drank to help him get to sleep, this was wine infused with all manner of herbal extracts. It wasn't exactly a bad smell, but it wasn't the clear sweet wine she was hoping for. She took another deep sniff, inhaling the spicy aroma deep into her lungs. The potent concoction helped clear her head and push back the fatigue and she took an even deeper huff of the fumes.

This time when the silk covering slipped from her shoulders, she let it fall; after all there was no one here to see her naked body anyways. With a smile and one final sniff, Christine breathed a sigh of relief and twirled slowly around in a graceful circle. Her shadow on the floor made a perfect dance partner, and when she bowed in invitation her shadow bowed back as well, like a charming courtier. For perhaps a minute she twirled around the hall letting the air flow over her exposed flesh like a soft caress from a lover.

Her hands followed where before only the cool air had touched, picturing what it might be like to have a handsome Lord gently caressing her body as he tried to lure her to his chambers. Up over her soft belly to the swell of her breasts that tingled with excitement where the hard nubs scraped against her palm sending sensations of pleasure from both her tits and her hands. Unlike her limited experience with men, this was neither the rough groping she might expect from Prince Henry or those dirty vagabonds from the forest, not Sir William's bumbling attempts to seduce her, this was a lover who made her loins melt...

"Heavenly Father, that feels good!" She breathed out in a gasp of excitement, and then the sheer audacity of invoking Almighty God's name as she behaved so wickedly made her giggle. "You are a naughty girl, Lady Gerard." She told herself with a grin. However, the discarded wrap remained on the floor as a new thought bubbled up from her subconscious. "Maybe you need to be spanked." Christine playfully slapped the side of her thigh just under her hip and gasped in shock. She was unprepared for the wave of pleasure that exploded from the point of contact. A second, harder slap on the same spot resulted in an even stronger reaction and the mixture of pain and pleasure made her knees weak and her sex throb.

This was not a totally new experience for Christine. She had touched herself before, just not like this. Every previous attempt had occurred quietly at night, under the covers, in the dark and with tentative caresses that teased the spot hidden between the petals of her flower. Now as she pranced about a room shamelessly naked, she slapped again and again as best she could at her backside even as her other hand fingered her dripping sex with a wild fierceness.

"You naughty, naughty little wench!" She scolded herself even as the 'squishing' of the juices inside her got louder. The drips coating her fingers lubricated their passage as she pressed them even deeper. "You need to be punished ... hard!" One final slap sent her over the edge and her legs clenched together around her fingers as she doubled over, almost incapacitated by the explosion of sexual pleasure that rocked her loins.