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Spankedteacher
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Username: Spankedteacher
Post Number: 21
Registered: 04-2006
| | Posted on Saturday, October 14, 2006 - 01:11 am: | 
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Finally! After much anticipation, here it is for those who are still waiting anxiously to hear what happens next!
Chapitre 2: The Garden Walk
By the time Master Hardouin awoke the next morning and arrived at breakfast, he found that Mademoiselle D’Aubigne had finished her morning meal and decided to get some fresh air in the estate’s large park. Taking a quick bite to eat, Hardouin sent his fastest rider with the express and then exited the chateau to join Allyriane in the gardens. As they were quite grand, Hardouin was not sure how long it would take him to locate her. She could have chosen one of three paths. One path led into the garden maze, built with seven foot tall hedges that obscured even the tallest of people from discerning the way over the top. The second path led down the expansive grove of ash trees, limes, and small clearings where he himself liked to ride his horse, Bucephalus, on sunny days, and the third led down into the gardens proper, where what seemed like miles of brightly colored flowers were arranged and the hedges were groomed into the shapes of animals and other objects. Hardouin looked tentatively down each path, and then chose the ash grove.
Allyriane had wandered deep into the grove and found herself in a little clearing. The paved path gave way to a wide, circular clearing where sat a grand fountain, spouting and bubbling merrily as she approached. Three benches were set around the edge of the paving stones, one in each cardinal direction. Allyriane chose the one on the east side and sat down, taking a deep breath of the still cool morning air as she looked about. The sun sifted quietly through the lime trees and a small lime blossom fell from the tree above her. It floated like a five-petaled angel down to rest on Allyriane’s shoulder. She was lightly stroking its fragile petals with her fingertips when she heard footsteps approaching her location. She looked up and met with the turbulent brown eyes of Monsieur Hardouin.
“Mademoiselle D’Aubigne,” he said with a polite nod of his head. “I had hoped that I would catch up to you here. The women of my family have always been fond of it. I am glad to know that you share that fondness. I trust you slept well.”
“Merci, Monsieur, thank you, I slept very well,” Allyriane answered politely.
“I wondered if I might discuss with you my behavior last night. I am certain that it must have seemed odd and come as quite a shock,” Hardouin explained.
“Oui, it is true that I have not been subject to such treatments since my governess was with me, but in my heart I must admit that the event was not entirely disagreeable,” Allyriane replied. Hardouin was relieved to hear that she viewed her punishment with at least a semi-positive outlook.
“I come now to a question that is most difficult to ask. May I depend upon your honest reply?” Hardouin asked.
“Bien sur—of course,” Allyriane replied.
“Would you ever permit me, in your infinite generosity and spirit, to do it again?” Hardouin asked. He waited as Allyriane pondered this question. Surely, this was a delicate idea for a lady to contemplate. Hardouin was not usually a patient man when it came to a question he desperately needed the answer to, but he found himself keeping quiet and allowing his guest to mentally weigh the pros and cons of each possible response. Finally, she looked up at him, her countenance betraying not a little fear.
“I believe, monsieur, that I may safely say that if our play remains strictly within our confidence and provided I can depend upon you to respect the limits of physical pain I am able to endure, then yes sir, I shall be willing to allow this to continue,” Allyriane replied evenly. Hardouin smiled as a mid-morning breeze blew warmly through the ash trees and limes.
“Excellent. I thank you, Mademoiselle D’Aubigne. Were you quite finished with your walk for today, or shall we take a turn together?” Hardouin proposed.
“I would take a turn with pleasure, sir,” Allyriane replied with a gracious smile. The two wandered through the grove for about an hour before Hardouin suggested a stroll through the tall garden maze.
“But, why?” Allyriane asked. “We should be missing forever if we become lost!”
“Fear not,” he replied. “I know the way. There is a very fine tree at the center of the maze that I should like very much to acquaint you with.” Allyriane smiled and agreed to this jaunt. As they walked, she wondered very much what affected this change in him. He had seemed cross and cold the night they met and it made her wonder just how long he had been the sole occupant of this large, lonely house.
When the pair reached the center of the maze, Allyriane gasped softly.
“What say you?” Hardouin asked with a gleam in his eyes.
“Indeed, monsieur, it is a wonderful tree,” Allyriane replied. In the shade of the spreading canopy of the tree was a plain wooden chair and a coil of rope. Allyriane looked apprehensively at her companion.
“You mean to punish me here? In the outdoors?” she gasped.
“I do indeed. Are you prepared or shall we return after we have partaken of the mid-day mean? Either choice makes no matter to me; one way or another I will administer your punishment today,” Hardouin replied.
“But sir, I received your hand just last night and have done nothing to deserve said punishment today,” Allyriane argued.
“Understand, mademoiselle, that I place you in charge of our secret activities. If at any time you wish to stop, you need only utter a ‘safe’ word. Once you have spoken this word, I am bound by our agreement to stop, no matter what,” Hardouin explained. Allyriane nodded and then glanced at the rope.
“Must you tie me down?” she asked.
“If you are able to maintain your position I will not tie you down,” he agreed.
“What position is that, monsieur?” Allyriane said softly. She inwardly cursed herself for being so informal. Hardouin raised his head from preparations and grinned.
“For that, ma’amselle, you will begin by parting your drawers and laying over my knee,” Hardouin replied, trying desperately to maintain composure as he sat down in the chair. Allyriane’s heart raced as she obeyed, allowing Hardouin to guide her over his knee into the correct position.
“Wait,” Allyriane said suddenly. “The word…what is it?”
Hardouin smirked, leaned over her to get closer to her ear, and whispered it to her. Allyriane nodded silently. Hardouin sat up and began by lightly caressing the skin of her smooth, finely cleft bottom. Allyriane waited tensely as Hardouin took his time inspecting her. The dark, blush pink color he had wrought on her the night before was gone, but he had a sneaking suspicion that she was still a bit tender.
-Smack!-
Allyriane cried out when his hand came down, but she quickly quieted herself before the next swing. Slowly he picked up the pace, evenly turning each cheek bright scarlet; always careful not to wear her out too quickly. Hardouin took a moment, after every few swats, to sooth the burning and sting of his hand by rubbing each cheek, first one, then the other.
When Hardouin was satisfied with the results, he carefully released his grasp on her and Allyriane collapsed to her knees, where he allowed her to catch her breath as he stroked her hair. When Allyriane looked up at him, he softly kissed the top of her head and assured her that everything was all right.
“Would it be all right if we paused for our noon meal and then returned after a bit? Another session such as this on an empty stomach and I am like to faint!” Allyriane murmured.
“Very well,” said Hardouin, helping her up. “We shall take our meal, rest a while, and return later in the day.”
For a while, Allyriane nearly clung to her companion’s arm as they walked, but by the time they reached the end of the maze, she had regained a great deal of her strength and now walked well on her own. They returned to the house to find their meal waiting for them. Afterwards, Allyriane returned to her rooms and Cerise arrived promptly after her.
“The post is come, Ally—I mean, ma’amselle,” Cerise corrected herself. She was hoping that she had not been heard and could possibly escape reprimand. Allyriane just smiled.
“So long as it is just you and I, it matters not what you call me,” Allyriane assured her.
“I thank you, Ally. I wasn’t sure how long I could go calling you ma’am!” Cerise teased. “The post is come and you’ve a letter!”
Allyriane took the envelope from Cerise and turned it over in her hands. She sank slowly onto the bed, wincing at the pain from hers and Hardouin’s morning activity. Relieved that Cerise didn’t see her grimace, Allyriane opened her letter and began to read. The nap she wanted to take would have to wait. |
Bethie
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Post Number: 1170
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Thursday, October 19, 2006 - 12:13 am: |
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 Thank you for continuing this, Spankedteacher!
But now you've got me wanting to know what happened next. Please don't make me wait too long, I'm not sure I can handle the suspense... |
Tammynx
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Post Number: 1370
Registered: 10-2005
| | Posted on Thursday, October 19, 2006 - 10:51 am: |
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Well done!!
Bethie is right don't make us wait to long for the next chapter!! |
Prissietl
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Username: Prissietl
Post Number: 50
Registered: 07-2006
| | Posted on Thursday, October 19, 2006 - 11:52 am: |
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MORE MORE!!!! it's a wonderful story! please finish it!!
Once a princess always a princess
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Buenaventura
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Username: Buenaventura
Post Number: 225
Registered: 04-2006
| | Posted on Thursday, October 19, 2006 - 11:54 am: |
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Good story very professional. |
Spankedteacher
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Username: Spankedteacher
Post Number: 23
Registered: 04-2006
| | Posted on Friday, October 20, 2006 - 12:44 am: |
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Thank you everyone! I do apologize for it taking so long. My latest novel has been consuming my time and this kinda got shoved to the back burner (shame on me!) but it was fun to write the outdoor spanking scene at the middle of the maze.
When I posted this chapter I came back to check it every day and was really getting discouraged because no one had read it yet. THank you so much for everyone's comments!!  |
Cheekychipmunk
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Post Number: 168
Registered: 05-2006
| | Posted on Friday, October 20, 2006 - 08:39 am: |
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Wonderful story. Can't wait to read the rest of it.
"Success in almost any field depends more on energy and drive than it does on intelligence."
Sloan Wilson
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Tplayer
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Post Number: 164
Registered: 05-2006
| | Posted on Wednesday, October 25, 2006 - 02:57 pm: |
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Hurry up!!! I want more
It's all a matter of perspective
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