Lucy shall be Clarissa's mistress, indeed her lord

"Th-thank you, Lady Downs," Clarissa whimpered as she lay across Edmund's lap in the tiny airship cabin. She canted her bum upward, displaying the fresh pink mark of Lucy's open-handed blow.

Lucy held both hands to her mouth, Clarissa's sharp female scent filling her nostrils. Her heart raced. With her nightshirt torn open in front, she felt exposed.

"I knew I had married a wanton," Edmund said. "But I demand discretion."

Clarissa whimpered and squirmed atop Edmund's lap.

"And now that Lucy is known to be Lady Downs in her own right, I insist you must respect her," Edmund said.

Edmund looked up to Lucy. "Lucy, where Clarissa was once your mistress, you are to be hers. She shall obey you as she obeys me." A grin lit up his face. "In fact, let it be that you shall be Clarissa's husband and master as much as I am."

Lucy shook her head, appalled. "But Clarissa."

"We shall have peace when there is order," Edmund said. "You are my lover. We are her lords. She shall be our wife and serve us."

"Yes, Lucy, please!" Clarissa cried out.

A farrago of images bedeviled Lucy's thoughts. Clarissa as a finishing school girl and her French Sapphist lover. Clarissa dancing at a society party in daring décolleté. A wanton demi-vierge surrendering all but her cunt to a dozen eager pricks. Edmund mastering his bride. Edmund offering a heavily pregnant Clarissa to his card-party fellows to baptize his unborn daughter with their spunk. Clarissa's full, matronly bottom spanked and spanked again. Lucy admonishing Clarissa like a truant housemaid. Lucy's heart swelled within her breast.

"Yes," Lucy said. A wave of tingling warmth spread across her body.

"Claim her, Lucy," Edmund prompted.

Lucy stepped forward and placed her hand upon Clarissa's red tresses. "Clarissa, I am your lord." The dimly lit cabin seemed unusually bright and sharp to Lucy's eyes.

"Yes, yes," Clarissa whimpered.

"Now it is as it should be," Edmund said. "Clarissa is your bride now, Lucy. Take her."

"Yes," Lucy said. Her fingers knitted into Clarissa's red hair.