The Manor: Series I Read online

  The Manor

  Series I

  By

  Arabella Kingsley

  Text copyright © 2016 Arabella Kingsley

  All Rights Reserved

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One...................................................................................................................

  Chapter Two..................................................................................................................

  Chapter Three...............................................................................................................

  Chapter Four.................................................................................................................

  Chapter Five..................................................................................................................

  Chapter Six.....................................................................................................................

  Chapter Seven................................................................................................................

  Chapter Eight.................................................................................................................

  Chapter Nine..................................................................................................................

  Chapter One

  The Manor, Hertfordshire. 2041

  The beautiful young woman lay helpless and naked facing downwards across the spanking horse, her wrists and ankles shackled to its sides by metal cuffs and chains. It was one of ten spanking horses in the long rectangular room all neatly lined next to each other but the only one occupied. The woman’s captivating long blonde honey curls cascaded over the front of the horse obscuring her face from view. The pose enhanced her enchanting vulnerability to the men watching her from above in the open gallery running the length of the punishment room. She sobbed quietly as she waited to receive her impending caning as her poor swollen bare breasts pushed down and squashed against the horse in protest.

  In the gallery were ten young attractive wealthy businessmen in tuxedos. They leaned over the rail talking to each other exchanging news, a drink in hand as they too waited to witness the woman’s public chastisement.

  There were murmurs and comments made about the juicy plumpness of her pale buttocks thrusting up in to the air, slightly splayed across the brown leather top of the horse to expose her anus. The entrance was dark puckered and appeared tight. Several of the men discussed whether she had been taken by a man in the small hole before the conversation turned to how much she would fetch at auction and whether she would breed well.

  Two males, employees of The Manor, flanked the woman at either side guarding her naked form, patiently waiting for the Master and owner of The Manor to enter and deliver the punishment.

  A moment later, The Manor’s handsome owner, Richard Templar entered the room. He cast a tall elegant dominant figure with his lean muscled athletic appearance clearly definable in his own designer tuxedo. His short cropped fair hair and perfectly groomed facial hair that seductively wound around his mouth and jaw gave him a sophisticated but arrogant aristocratic appearance and bearing. It only served to lend masterful weight to the proceedings in which the woman was to be publicly tamed for her misbehavior.

  He nodded to the guards who quickly moved away and then addressed the men on the gallery in his crisp highborn English accent.

  “Good evening gentlemen. Welcome to The Manor.”

  “Good evening,” they chorused back.

  He smiled and then turned to gesture at the dainty woman held tight to the horse, every now and again delighting her audience by trying to rear her head and strain on her bonds to escape.

  “To give you a flavor of The Manor and what we have to offer, I have brought you here to witness the punishment of a woman undergoing correction training. If a family is unable to contain a willful daughter refusing to submit to male rule and marriage or a wife who will not obey her husband or the harem master assigned to manage a man’s wives then we can offer rehabilitation.”

  Richard moved to the woman’s side and caressed the tips of his fingers over one fleshy pert globe in a soothing circular motion as he continued. He glanced to his side on hearing the door open to see the husband of the woman brought in to the room.

  Richard extended his hand out to the man who smiled.

  “Lord Dewbury has kindly allowed his new young wife and latest acquisition to his harem of ten to be publicly chastised as a demonstration before she goes to begin her stay in the nursery. A place where we regress an errant wife back to her childhood and strip her of all independence until she is able to trust and become submissive.”

  The older attractive dark haired man in his fifties nodded in agreement.

  “I bring all of my wives here before entering my house. Unfortunately I am attracted to willful stubborn women but I do love to see them broke in to their new life with a firm guiding hand. Something my business does not always allow me to be available for with its constant demands. And I do like to do it personally,” he grinned. “There is nothing like soundly spanking a woman’s bare bottom over your knee when the mood takes you and the punishment is apt.”

  The man rubbed his hands together with glee. There were chuckles and murmurs of agreement from the gallery. Richard returned to the girl’s rump. This time he smoothed his palm over the seat, peering in to her anus, in his mind preparing how to conduct the caning.

  “But sometimes they aren’t enough. Lucia is particularly willful and Richard here is a master in making a woman submissive. Something which is essential before breeding. I have recently made all of my wives pregnant except Lucia. After a spell at the Manor I will be able to breed her successfully and ensure her obedience.”

  Richard Templar took the stage once more. He continued to stroke the woman’s buttocks, running a purposeful finger down between the crease. In a tremble of shock she lifted a little way up from the horse to expose the ripe fruit of her pink pussy hanging between her thighs. A visual treat for his audience.

  “Now to the punishment. When guiding a stubborn woman to be submissive a bare bottom spanking over the knee is definitely the place to start. However, there are times when stronger discipline is needed. A caning or a whipping is needed and they must be conducted publicly. Being brought to task like a child in front of an all male audience naked shows the power you wield over her. The humiliation will direct her not to misbehave again in the event she should have to repeat the experience,” he educated.

  “However you must ensure the lady is safe and protected at all times. I cannot stress this enough in a world where we are forced to find and breed women where we can. You do not want her hurt or taken from you. Women are now a rare and precious commodity. She should be stripped and made to bear the whipping or caning naked. Preferably she will be bound and perhaps gaged unless you want to hear her cries as you discipline. Something I personally enjoy and that is why Lucia has not been silenced.”

  Richard motioned for one his aides to bring the handled cane he had personally selected. He tested its strength flicking it through the air listening to it whoosh a couple of times and then flexed it. Lord Dewbury stood back out of the way. Before beginning Manor’s master caressed the girl’s spine.

  “Hush, little one. Take your punishment and learn your role in this new world. It seems harsh but it is for your own protection and the betterment of our race,” he whispered to her in a dark velvet voice gently bestowing a kiss at the top of her spine.

  To Lord Dewbury she was but another woman to breed in his harem as per the rules of the country. Some men had be
come hard, cold, bitter and lonely in a world where there were women were in short supply after a virus wiped out the majority and lowered the sperm count in many males. Women had become the new currency in a desperate attempt to find love and procreate in a dying existence. Richard Templar was still naïve enough despite his masculine power to still believe in love with one woman in whatever form it was forced to take. He detested the world of harems and forced breeding despite its necessity and his participation in it. Many men treated their women as objects where he preferred to show kindness care and protection with his strict discipline and dominant taming techniques.

  Richard trailed his fingers down the side of her body opposite him. The white cuff of his shirt under his tuxedo jacket became exposed and caressed the delicate pale skin of her back enticingly, erotically. With a careful gentle hand he caught hold of her body just before the swell of her buttocks began. He placed the cane across her bare bottom and simply continued to hold her. Richard pressed the cane down on to the top of her butt allowing the girl to feel its firm caress and build her agitated anticipation of the pain and yet he hoped, pleasure that was to come.

  Eventually Lucia would become tamed by the cane and corporal punishment. As a female she would learn to expect and welcome it being wielded by a male when she required correcting as a normal part of her life. He only hoped Lord Dewbury and his harem master used discipline lovingly as he would but he was more than doubtful. Still, while the woman was in his care she would be treated well.

  “Take a deep breath for me, Lucia and hold it.” Richard could feel the tension in the gallery build. He knew every man was holding his breath in aroused anticipation. The master knew their cocks were pulling tight as they looked down upon the helpless naked bound woman waiting to be caned, wishing they could be the one to fill and take her hard afterwards.

  “Let it out when I give you the first strike of the cane. I want you to think of the way you treated Lord Dewbury and why you bit him,” he instructed softly. “Consider whether or not you will do it again as your bottom is struck.”

  “No, I will not. He deserved it,” Lucia challenged in an angry tone, trying to lift her body and head again.

  Richard wasted no time in raising the cane as he pushed down on her back to hold her in place.

  ‘As you wish,” he flicked the cane expertly across her bare rump forcing a high pitched squeal of pain from Lucia’s lips and a grateful gasp of release from the men in the gallery. The second strike followed fast. Then the third.

  Richard wielded the cane with expert precision. It was the third caning he had given a woman that day and he came in to his stride quickly. He never hit the same place twice, patterning his strokes, one below the other, each strike inflicting new fresh tender pain.

  Lord Dewbury looked on at his new wife being caned without emotion. Instead his face was stern and cruel making the Manor’s owner grateful he was the one inflicting the chastisement and not her husband.

  Lucia was sobbing her heart out, begging him to stop when he moved to stroke the backs of her thighs with the cane. She now promised never to misbehave again. It seemed the girl was learning her lesson. Her body was bucking against the leather horse like a bitch in heat taken from behind. Richard couldn’t help briefly curling his lips with satisfaction when he spied a line of slick juice from her pussy coating the horse every time the cane forced her to thrust down on to it. The musky scent of her arousal filled the air and hardened his cock.

  Richard Templar hadn’t coupled with a woman since his shower that morning and before the night was out he would need to embed himself deep in one of The Manor’s own harem of women he kept for his own personal use and the management staff. Lucia was a beautiful specimen with luscious pert breasts he ached to slap and watch jump to his attention and a large full beaded clit he would dearly like to suck upon and cruelly pinch. But her taking was forbidden. As The Manor’s owner he was expected to keep a distance from the wives. His employees designated with her care could take her as her training required but his position prevented participation. She was bound to Lord Dewbury body and soul and there would never be any escape for the woman.

  It was hard being the owner of an exclusive establishment where every woman in the Manor was kept naked, leashed, aroused and submissive. So many to caress, fuck and spank his cock was always taut. If only he could find a woman who truly satisfied him and not simply the pain of his continuous aroused state he thought with amusement. Still men envied him and women were more than ready to submit to his will and power when he brought them to their knees in the paradox of pain and pleasure.

  Lucia’s sobs rang out loudly and then began to recede as her body grew tired of fighting him. She became more accepting of her punishment as her bottom and the backs of her thighs began to burn and colour crimson. The pattern of his strokes across her butt was attractive. There was nothing quite like seeing the reddened cheeks of a naughty woman after her punishment. It always made Richard acutely aware of his dominating male power and yet he always felt heavily protective of the girl. It fired his desire.

  The last of his strikes were hard, almost cruel to bring the message home. Then he ended them abruptly, the last to the bottom of the backs of thighs. His audience clapped and cheered. He nodded and smiled at the men up above.

  Chapter Two

  “That was very masterful and I must say arousing in its application,” Lord Dewbury told him. “I do believe she will find it very hard to sit down for a long time without remembering the consequences of her indiscretion.”

  “Yes. That is a wonderful addition to the punishment.”

  Richard turned and looked up at the men.

  “There is often an after affect of spanking, caning and whipping as you already know. The woman is often wet and more than willing to be taken by you. It is a good precursor to breeding. If she isn’t, spanking at regular intervals during the day will cultivate this response,” he said with authority. “Let us see if Lucia, is slick and pliant for entry.”

  Richard handed the cane to his assistant and placed his cool hands on to her bottom, cupping and lifting both buttocks. Lucia gave a gentle cry. Her rump was firing heat out at Richard’s hands with the strength of a furnace and the push of his hands against her caned skin was causing discomfort. He repeated the action and produced another small whimper. Murmurs of approval bounded around in the gallery.

  “Good. The pain will remind you of the consequences should you not choose to behave correctly and with respectful submission. Now let us see if a part of you has enjoyed your punishment.”

  Lord Dewbury looked on with interest as Richard slipped his middle finger between her thighs pushed down against the leather surface of the horse. Her pussy was open in the position she had been forced in to for her caning. Her bulbous adorable clit was squashed down. Richard wanted to see it bobbing with arousal as she was entered. The moment his finger made contact with the soft petal folds of her vulva they were coated in thick creamy juice. He grinned and stroked her pussy length ways, saturating his fingers with it. She gave a gentle moan of pleasure through her tears and started to move her hips as he eased his finger up inside her canal.

  “Very good, Lucia. You have done well. Now I think you should experience a reward.”

  He removed his finger and held it up to the gallery.

  “Beautifully wet,” Richard announced.

  The audience clapped with glee.

  “Please bring Lucia in to the middle of the room so that our guests might examine her wetness for themselves and she might be brought to climax,” the Manor’s owner directed.

  Immediately two tuxedoed men moved to lift the spanking horse upon which Lucia was straddled and bound. They brought it out of the line with Lucia still shackled to it and placed it in the centre of the room next to Richard and her husband.

  The men lowered the front of the horse until Lucia’s hair trailed on the rich red and white patterned carpet and her body tilted. The position of the ho
rse thrust her red bare bottom up in to the air. They unshackled her feet and guided her knees in to specially designed supports they pulled out from the sides. The men cupped her bottom to lift it higher before placing her ankles in to a second set of restraints on either side. The effect was potent.

  Her raised buttocks had been forced open wide by the knee supports. There was nothing she could hide from any man in the room. Her anus was stretched open and her clit pouted from her splayed vaginal lips. The men in the gallery peered down looking at the wetness coating the horse where her vagina had settled for her punishment. Then their eyes rose to the heavy dampness coating her the insides of her thighs and glistening like raindrops on her hanging clit.

  “I think, Lucia has taken her first caning well and I think in her honour we should also reward ourselves with a treat and watch her orgasm. Another part of the chastisement can be to force the woman to publicly come and be unable to hold back her pleasure however hard she tries. Once again this enforces your rule and her realization that as the man of the house you control her body, her desire, her menstrual cycle, her impregnation and her bodily functions.”