Message-ID: <20142eli$9902220523@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: np98rb@mail.telepac.pt (Christine & David Stevenson) Subject: Repost: The Governor's Wife Part nine Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <36cff9a3.59679629@news.ip.pt> Reposted to assm at request of moonpie Warning: This story is about non-consensual domination. It is fiction, and erotic - despite or perhaps partly because it is non-consensual. - - - - - - - - - - - - cut-here - - - - - - - - - - - - - The Governor's Wife by Victor Bruno Part Nine It seemed an age, yet was probably no more than about a quarter of an hour, before Frank heard Hettie return to the bedroom. He tensed, feeling the butterflies in his stomach. What was she planning for him? The thought of another belting was well-nigh intolerable. Perhaps, he thought, it's best to give up now .... to escape from the house .... to throw himself on the mercy of the Governor of Oakhampton Gaol. He would show him his marks; tell him exactly what his wife had done to him; reveal that she was a sadistic monster. Surely he would be believed! Surely justice would be done! But even as the thoughts came to him, there was that awful nagging doubt. That he, a convict, would not be believed against the word of the Governor's wife. It would be said that, after a brutal rape, he had fabricated the whole thing, marks and all. He could hear and see them all ganging up on him. Then, in due time, when the Law had taken its course, the doors of Oakhampton would close behind him .... for life. The thought made his mind ache with horror. Nothing, but nothing, but the confinement and stink of gaol for ever and ever. And would not the Governor's wife still always be there. Able to summon him to her presence as the whim took her? Oh God .... no .... NO! Frank ground his teeth. Wasn't it better to take a simple hiding from a woman than endure a lifetime of misery? After all, if he took it all now, he would be out in three months. What was she doing? Frank could hear a faint rustling. Was it her hair being combed? The tension in him increased. Then there was the soft sound of a footfall on the carpet behind him. The next moment there came an agonising, breath-taking pain in his buttock cleft as Hettie kicked with the toe of her shoe. "Get up, pig ...." The tone was commanding and callous. Gasping as the pain went through him like a hot poker.... filled with hate for such wanton cruelty.... Frank staggered up. Instantly he was aware of the hard eyes fastening on his rampant maleness. "What's that still doing there?" demanded Hettie. "I .... I'm s-sorry, Ma'am," Frank half sobbed. He saw that Hettie was no longer completely naked, but possibly looked even more seductively tempting, in a brief pair of panties and a half cup brassiere of black lace. She was shod in gleaming black patent leather shoes, with her customary high stiletto heels. "Sorry!" rasped Hettie, lips curling. "I told you that you were sex mad. You've not stopped lusting since I left the room, have you?" "I .... I .... t-tried ...." began Frank. "There's only one way with beasts like you," interrupted Hettie, "and that's to thrash it out of them ...." "Pleee .... eeease .... I can't help ...." "Silence! It's time you felt the cane, you filthy bastard ....... Perhaps that will teach you some self-control!" "No .... no .... for God's s-ake .... no .... oooo!" Frank found himself on his knees, hands extended imploringly. All pride had gone. He didn't care what Hettie thought of him any more. That he was gutless. That he was a weakling. The thought of the cane falling on his already tender-burning flesh just robbed him of all fibre. "Grovel then .... beg me, you scum .... come on .... crawl to me and lick my shoes," sneered Hettie, her face alight with sadistic delight. Frank crawled .... and licked. "Mercy .... please have .... mercy, Ma'am ...." he kept on saying, whenever his tongue was not licking the highly-polished leather. Hettie looked down with infinite delight. This was how she loved to have a man. Completely in her power .... defeated .... abject.... begging for mercy .... promising anything if only she would spare him! And knowing all the time she had no intention of sparing him! She savoured the moment to the full and dragged it out for a full minute or more. Perhaps, she thought with an inward smile, he thinks, by grovelling so pitifully, he is making some progress .... and that I may spare him. "That will do," said Hettie with sudden sharpness, "kneel up again." Frank did so. Yes .... there was a glimmer of hope in his desperate eyes. It was instantly dashed ....... "I'm going to teach you self-control if it's the last thing I do," came the venomous words. "Go and fetch the cane from my top drawer, you wreck of a man!" - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I'll repost part 9 now. The story, and about 250 other stories are all on the DOMestic website at http://www.mschristine.com/DOMestic/ There are 5 ways that you can see this story in full. 1. Watch for the regular posts of episodes to the newgroups. 2. Watch for the posts to the free DOMestic newsletter 14 episodes so far posted there. 3. Get the episodes from the FTP site - 14 already up. 4. Use your DOMestic password and get them in batches when we update the web site every two weeks or so. 5. Buy the stories (illustrated on CD-ROM if you prefer) sincerely, Christine URL Password Form ------------------------------------------------------ The DOMestic mailing list is free of charge. 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