Unfortunately Lord Spencer just looked even angrier at her lack of real explanation. Quicker than a snake he had his hand around her arm and she found herself lifted out of the chair, and just as quickly yanked her back down so that she was over his lap. Squealing, she threw her hands out in front of her, pressing them against the ground so that she didn't slide right off of his thighs. An iron bar was placed across her back, holding her securely in place, and her skirts were thrown up, followed by a quick jerk of fabric that pulled down her drawers.
SMACK!
"OUCH! Stop that!" Outraged, Cynthia bucked, but it was completely useless as his hard palm came down on the other side of her buttocks to give her a matching handprint.
SLAP!
Fire alternated back and forth between her cheeks, no matter how hard she kicked or yelled. When she tried to reach back to cover her burning skin with her hands, the iron bar across her back moved only long enough to gather her wrists in his hands and hold them securely before returning to delivering the first spanking she'd had since before her parents had died.
Tears dripped down her nose to fall on the floor and she kicked out even harder. As if he'd been waiting for that, Lord Spencer's leg somehow wrapped around her calve
s, holding them firmly in place so that his thigh was in front of hers but his calf was behind hers.
And the relentless spanking continued.
"I'm sorry!" she wailed finally. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
Several more blows fell before he stopped. Cynthia found herself hiccupping, her bottom feeling so swollen and hot that she itched to touch and rub it, but his long fingers were still wrapped around her wrists, restraining them. His hand settled on her bottom, making her skin feel like it was itchy, hot and tight.
"What are you sorry for, Miss Bryant?"
"I'm sorry for going out, I'm sorry I didn't tell anyone, I won't do it again!" She hiccupped again in her rush to get the words out.
"I certainly hope not, Miss Bryant, because if you do then I will be forced to do this again."
Cynthia howled as he began to rain down blows on her already sore bottom again, her body jerking as she cried out.
Once Wesley decided that he'd imparted his message onto her bottom, which was glowing a nice, hot red, he finally let her up. His cock was throbbing from the effects of having her over his lap, his hand so close to her womanhood - which he hadn't been able to keep from noticing was dripping wet by the time her spanking was over - but he ignored that. Cynthia was crying outright as he lifted her off of his lap.
She was so overwhelmed she hadn't even noticed the hard bulge at the front of pants. Staring up at him through her tears, she couldn't even find it in herself to glare. She was too afraid that doing so would put her back over his knee.
"From now on you will comport yourself in a manner befitting a young lady," he said sternly. "My mother has had to deal with your antics for long enough. Any more misbehavior and you'll find yourself back in this room over my knee or worse. Do you understand?"
"Yes, my Lord." Cynthia resisted the urge to rub her bottom in front of him, her hands clenched at her sides from the effort.
"Good. You may go."
It only took her a moment to pull up her drawers and then she practically ran from the room. Wesley grinned as he watched her swift flight. She might be a recalcitrant female, but he knew how to deal with those. The chit just needed a firm hand. Surely he could have her whipped into shape and married off within the next month or two and then she wouldn't be his burden anymore.
Trying to forget how delightfully wriggly she'd been against his body and the way her pussy had dripped as he'd punished her, Wesley moved behind his desk to go through the pile of papers that he'd had set there for him. As he sat, he adjusted his cock to a more comfortable position. At least, as comfortable it was going to get until he could find a willing woman in Bath.
******
Humiliated and shockingly hot and aching between her legs, Cynthia fled to her room. That did not go at all the way she had expected. She was even more embarrassed when she saw more than one of the servants witnessing her flight and snickering.
How loud had she been when Lord Spencer spanked her? Had they heard her yelling? Begging?
When she finally reached the safety of her room, Cynthia slammed the door and locked it. That wasn't unusual for her. Most of the servants knew to leave her alone if her door was locked, unless the Countess was looking for her. There were moments when a girl needed her privacy so that she could do the naughty things she wasn't supposed to be doing.
Hurrying over to the mirror, Cynthia lifted up her skirts and dropped her drawers. Hissing at the sight that confronted her, Cynthia gently touched the bright red skin with gentle fingertips and found that it was hot to the touch.
"Ouch," she muttered under her breath.
Touching the swollen heat of her buttocks made the tingles between her legs even stronger and Cynthia nearly moaned. How could she be feeling that way when she'd just been spanked?
Maybe it was because of Lord Spencer himself. Cynthia wondered if his hands would be as rough touching her if he wasn't delivering a spanking.
Another swipe of her fingers over the heated flesh of her bottom and Cynthia couldn't take it anymore. She let her skirts drop and scrambled over to the bed. Lying on her back hurt, but lying on her side didn't give her the access that she wanted and lying on her stomach made it too hard to move her hand.