This morning she was meeting with James again. The familiarity of him still nagged her. As she got dressed, Victoria questioned his request. He had wanted her to wear her floor length, furred lined cloak. Under it, she was to have black, silk stockings and her shoes.
The weather had turned bad overnight, with temperatures dipping below freezing. Icicles hang from the eaves, and there was a thin coating of blue ice covering the ground. Victoria couldn’t fathom the idea of being naked under her coat in this weather.
She descended the stairs to find James waiting for her. His expression stopped her dead in her tracks. The usual gentle, friendly look had given way to a stern one.
“I would have thought that you would have obeyed my request,” he said, “After all, I did ask, instead of order.”
“It’s too cold, James. I don’t want to get a lung ague,” she explained.
His expression remained the same. She thought she had acted rationally, but was beginning to question herself. Fidgeting, she waited for his reply.
“Do you honestly think that I would allow you to get sick? Your cloak is warm, and there are blankets in the carriage,” he explained, “And if you’re worried about your modesty, your cloak covers you from neck to ankle.”
He approached her, and gently grasped her elbow. Leading her back upstairs, James guided her to her room. They went inside and shut the door. He undressed her, like she was a child, and when she was standing before him in nothing but stockings and shoes, he pulled her over his lap.
“Victoria, I’m afraid that I must teach you a lesson. When I ask you to do something, I expect it to be done. Dr. Reeves has entrusted part of your care to me, and you will do as I ask. How do you expect to get better, if you question your treatment?” he stated.
Unsure at what to do, Victoria remained still. The linen from his trousers was stiff against her breasts, causing her nipples to harden. Her ass was high in the air, and her feet dangled.
The first swat caught her off guard, and she yelped, as her body jumped. The second and third swats came quickly and sharply. Her ass cheeks felt hot and tingly. More amazingly, her cunny was throbbing.
James noticed her wiggling. His light spanking had aroused the lady. Rubbing the red hand prints on her white globes, he pulled them apart to view her pussy.
Puffy and damp, her rosy inner lips protruded from between the swollen outer ones. He traced their outline with the tip of his finger, watching her pussy contract. That simple touch even made her tiny anus flinch.
James pulled her slit open. Her pink skin was shiny with lubrication, and her sheath moved, as if it was sucking an invisible cock. He could feel his dick hardening.
Apparently, this man knew how to make her hysteria manifest itself, because her cunny felt so heavy. Victoria could feel her heart beat in her throbbing pleasure bud. Even her rear entrance pulsed.
“Who would have thought that playing with her bum would feel so good?” she pondered.
She wiggled her ass, hoping he would touch her star. James chuckled at her obvious attempt. He couldn’t stay cross at her, not when she was in need.
“You seemed to like having that tight, little ass played with,” he commented.
Lifting her off his lap and instructing her to stay put, James crossed the room to the closet and pulled a box from the shelf. Victoria strained her neck, trying to see the contents of the small box. When he found what he was looking for, he replaced the box on the shelf and returned to her.
“Come here, lovey,” he said, patting his lap.
Victoria sat down on his lap. James pulled her into his embrace, tilting her backwards. Their lips locked in a scorching kiss, which left them both aroused and out of breath.
He laid her back fully on the bed, and then parted her thighs. Victoria watched him uncap a small bottle. He dipped his finger inside the bottle. When he pulled it out, a strong spicy scent filled the air.
“What is that?” she asked.
“The liquid in this bottle is a potent little potion,” he mused, “The last time I went to China, I bought this…got it from a peddler in the local whore house. It’s said to cause a throbbing pulse to anything it coats, and the only way to relieve the tension is to have it licked off.”
She watched, as he smeared a thick layer all over her clit and inner lips. Within seconds, the coated skin tightened and tingled. Victoria, overwhelmed, immediately reached to rub the burn. James grabbed her hands and pulled them away.
He recoated his finger with the itching liquid and painted her puckered rear hole with it. Her anus twitched. The burning itch was maddening.
“Oh!” she cried, “It burns!”
“Are you in pain?” James asked, concerned.
“No…I don’t think so,” she answered.
James helped her up, chuckling softly at her wiggling. He knew just how strong the concoction was. Just recently, a Chinese geisha had used it on him.
He wrapped her in her cloak, securing it tightly, and escorted her back downstairs. Victoria’s breath hitched, as she stepped outside. The air was sharply cold. A frigid draft of air sneaked up her cloak, causing her already tight clit to tighten even more.
James assisted her up and into the carriage. It was several seconds before he joined her. When he did make himself comfortable, Victoria noticed a large icicle in his hands.
He knocked on the roof, signaling the driver to go. James rubbed his hand over the tip of the icicle, making it blunt. He watched her expression, as the heat from his hand melted the sharp end.
“Open your legs,” he said.
Not wanting a repeat spanking, she slowly opened them. James knelt on the floor board; his big body keeping the open wide. Before she could say a word, James opened her cloak and pulled it off her shoulders.
“No!” she cried.
“Why?” he asked.