The Duke Wants Her Curves: Taboo Historical BBW Forbidden Erotic Rubenesque Romance Read Online Free Page A

- I hadn’t worn any undergarments for the trip! I was quite nude beneath my large dress - I found it much more comfortable to have my underparts in the open air, but, if he were to lift my skirts before smacking me, he’d be able to see everything! My bottom, my pubis, my little quim. The thought made me panic and when I didn’t move for a few moments he locked his grim eyes on mine.
    ‘Come here, right now, and lie across my lap young lady, before I lose all of my not inconsiderable patience!’
    I could try to run, but the door might be locked and that frightful maid might stop me. Maybe it was for the best that I just take my punishment like a good girl. I knew that I had been defying him by wearing a coat over my dress, and he was taking me in and looking after me, as well as providing for my family. Maybe it was right that I let him discipline me as he pleased. I thought of my uncle, telling me that I had to make my new husband happy, that it was my duty to be a good wife.
    Shaking with nerves, I walked up to the brute. As I was about to lay down on him, he took an elegant-looking, freshly-pressed white silken handkerchief from his top packet, and carefully laid it across his lap. ‘The doctor tells me that you were quite forthcoming with your, shall we say, juice. We don’t want any of Madame’s wetness to stain my trousers, do we?’ he asked. I’d never been asked such a vulgar question as this before, and I felt my cheeks start to burn red with embarrassment. I didn’t know what to say, so I carefully laid myself across his lap. I felt almost immediately dizzy, as I’d arranged myself so that my head was quite low down and my behind was sticking straight up in the air. I couldn’t see the Duke’s face, but I could have sworn that I heard the revolting sound of him licking his lips.
    ‘Now,’ he said, ‘it’s very important that you understand the reason that this is happening. It’s not because I’m cruel, or that I hate you, nothing could be further from the truth. I have,’ he said, as he started to lift the skirts of my pretty white dress and petticoat up my legs, ‘only your best interests at heart. I know that your uncle is a rather worm-like man, with no backbone whatsoever,’ he continued, revealing the backs of my gartered legs, and surely the merest hint of my bottom, ‘and in order to make a young woman strong and good, she must be taught that she can’t act in whatever way she likes, whenever she…’ He stopped short. He had seen that I was wearing no underwear.
    I felt the a cold lick of a breeze on my bare bottom, I felt my tender, virginal quim totally open to the air.
    ‘My goodness, Briony, it seems that you’ve come quite prepared for our little encounter here today,’ said the Duke, and then I felt his rough, coarse hand on my backside.
    He began to stroke my flesh, pushing my hefty buttocks away from the centre of my behind. He felt so strong, as though he could tear my flesh away from my bone should he so wish, but, for the moment at least, his movements were careful and considered.
    ‘You have quite an exceptional form, my dear. Quite exceptional. You’ve almost distracted me from my task.’ I felt my little pussy being pushed down into the silk of the handkerchief beneath me, my lips squashing into the fine fabric as he rested a heavy hand on me. It felt so different from my encounter with the doctor. He was so firm, so strong, so commanding.
    ‘Now, I’ve got the unhappy task of administering corporal punishment to your backside, my dear. I’m going to smack your bottom so hard that it turns red.’
    ‘Oh,’ I said, not thinking, ‘please sir, not that.’
    ‘Yes,’ he said, and I’m sure I heard cruel relish in his voice, ‘I’m afraid it’s my only recourse. Now, it’s imperative that you thank me after each and every slap, you hear? The punishment is ten slaps, but if you don’t thank me, they won’t count.’ It was about this point that I