The Stolen Bride – A double spanking

Arnaud sat in the master chair before her. The canopy of the top cast him into a shadow. She awaited her fate with a thumping heart and a dry mouth.

“I won’t tell your father. Other than Edgar, nobody else will know of this. And you are not a whore. You made mistakes, misjudged situations, and allowed your lust to rule your body. But that is not a good enough reason for me to reject you.”

She slumped forward and wept with relief.

“I’m not angry with you, Nadia, for losing your virginity to a man you loved. I’m sure you loved him. I understand the power of love. What I will not tolerate is lying. Before we married I offered you the chance to tell me what you kept from everyone else and you held back. A husband should be party to all his wife’s thoughts. And here, in front of me and Edgar, knowing of our agreement, you lied again, forcing me to put you through this humiliating examination. That was part of your punishment. The other part is you will be spanked by me, your wronged husband, and Edgar, too, since he was tricked as well.”

Edgar stirred from where he’d stood quietly. “My lord, that isn’t—”

“It is necessary, Edgar, because once you have spanked her hard, you will come to appreciate how disciplining a wife brings closure. It will put this behind us and we can move on. You will have your fuck, Edgar Raymond. I keep my promises. My honour will remain intact. This woman, my beautiful wife, might not be pious, but she will now submit to us because she has shown quite clearly how she desires my dominance and yours, too.”

Nadia lifted her face out of her wet hands. She’d anticipated a punishment, but she’d not considered it would involve both men. A birching by the prioress would bear little resemblance to what her husband proposed. More shame! “My lord. I’ve never been spanked by a man before.”

“It will not do you any harm to be punished, Nadia. You will lie across my lap, then across Edgar’s. Then to ensure the punishment is complete, you will bend over the bed and submit to a spanking with our scabbards.”

“Yes, my lord,” she whispered. There was little point in protesting. What he offered was far better than informing her father. Her arse had hardened itself to many a beating—this would be no different. Her assumption was based on her experiences of pain. What else would a spanking do other than hurt?

Arnaud leaned forward. “Now, Nadia. Nothing has changed between us, only that you have carnal knowledge. I wish to know the extent of it. Have you had a man’s cock in your mouth?”

Nadia cringed with embarrassment. She could hardly claim to be a virtuous maid, but she’d been more than a little adventurous. “Yes, sir.”

“Swallowed his seed?”

“Yes, sir.” She had done this many times to avoid the risk of pregnancy.

“In your cunny many times?”

“Yes, sir,” she squeaked.

“Your bottom hole?”

She gaped; behind her Edgar moved, as if awakened from a trance. “No, my lord. At least, not the manhood, only his fingers.” The heat in her face had risen with each of his questions.

Arnaud smiled. “See, a virgin after all. Then this will be Edgar’s delight—to take all of you. What say you, Edgar?”

“Yes, my lord. Now, I understand. She is not a fragile petal to be plucked with a careful hand.”

“No, young man, she’s more, much more able. You must show her what we men desire. The night is still young. Come morning, my wife, you will be forgiven, well fucked, and in need of gentle embraces and a warm bath. However, first, we must clear up this matter of your lies. Nadia, come here and place your knees on either side of my legs, your bottom facing me and your hands on the floor.”

She crawled across the floor, discarding the cloak behind her. What she had to do now was what she’d always done with the prioress—accept her punishment with grace and fortitude. Also, from her late lover, she’d learnt how to be meek and willing. But when the prioress had thrashed her, her bottom had been covered. What Arnaud proposed—to spank her bare bottom—was quite different. More intimate, humiliating, and sensual. However, she mustn’t fear the men who’d awoken such an intense feeling inside her. They commanded her in a way she’d not foreseen and the quaking in her legs was due to anxiety, not fear.

Reaching his great oak chair, she twisted her body around and lifted her legs up on either side of his body while her hands touched the floor and supported her weight. Arnaud aided her by holding her in place as she positioned her hips between his knees and lowered her head between his legs. Then, she leaned forward onto her hands.

He faced her raised arse while she saw nothing other than his boots. “My lord,” she panted. “Please be gentle with me.”

“Gentle?” he laughed. “This is a punishment. I shall give you pain, but nothing that you can’t handle. For a novice who has been birched many times, this is more about your humility than suffering.”

He ran his hands along her thighs, then squeezed her arse cheeks briefly before smacking both buttocks at the same time.

“Ow,” she hollered.

He alternated, slapping her bottom cheeks one at a time, swiftly and without pause. She rapidly concluded hands hurt just as much as a birch, if not more. The weight behind each spank was nothing like the thud of thin twigs. She jolted forward each time, requiring concentration so not to topple off his lap. When she struggled with her balance, he held her about the waist and continued to spank with one hand, switching between her throbbing buttocks with sufficient time to raise his hand high enough to cast a shadow before her face.

If this was the first of her spankings, how would she manage the scabbards? “Oh, sir. I’m not used to this.”

Again, he chuckled. “I should hope not. However, a naughty girl, especially one who likes to lie, needs regular spankings. Mark my words, Edgar. See how her arse turns pink and her pussy lips swell. She is not innocent in the slightest.”

She heard Edgar’s boots scuff on the boards. He was close by.

“She has a pretty arse, lord,” Edgar murmured. “Very pretty.”

“Once you have your cock between her cheeks, then you will find it more than pretty. Nice and tight, too.”

“Indeed, sir. I don’t doubt it.” The younger man spoke softly, almost inaudibly, unlike Arnaud’s overly confident voice. Two conflicting tones and it mirrored her own swirling emotional state.

The spanking continued undeterred by Arnaud’s lecturing. A consummate liar, he declared, an unbecoming attitude for a gentle woman. Her fair face, which hid her dark soul, needed to reflect a purer nature.

She squealed, mortified by the combination of their detailed conversation and embarrassing spanking. It was nothing akin to the punishments the prioress inflicted upon her. This was something else, almost too much, but at the same time, it left her awash with desire. But for whom? Her ageing, impotent husband, or the strapping young man who would leave the next day?

“Mark my words, Edgar. If I tame this creature, she will be more than a beauty to behold. She will worship me. See how she leaks. She responds to chastisement. It is more than an act of discipline. She reaches beyond it and fights with her desires. It means she can be taught many ways to pleasure a man. Remove the misery of punishment and she will thrive.”

“Yes, my lord. Your tutelage will be welcomed by her.”

“There. You have two blazing arse cheeks,” Arnaud declared. “Now it is Edgar’s turn to show you his displeasure.”


Edgar wasn’t entirely sure he was displeased. In fact, he struggled to hide his erection. Witnessing the spanking of Nadia, especially the humiliating position of her bottom up in the air and her head between Arnaud’s legs, had given him a painfully swollen cock. Perhaps Arnaud’s pleasure in voyeurism wasn’t as strange as it sounded.

Yes, she’d lied, but not actually to him. Arnaud had expected her to reveal the truth to him before the wedding, but given the high regard her priory had placed on virginity, her reticence to reveal the truth was understandable. On the other hand, she shouldn’t lie to her husband. He helped her to her feet. Her bottom was glowing and he wanted to feel the warmth, and what lay between her legs.

However, he’d been promised her virginity and she’d not admitted to losing it, so maybe he was justified in spanking her. Damn it to hell, he would spank her regardless because they both needed to address her behaviour and put an end to the matter.

“Come over here,” he told her. He led her toward a stool. Having sat on it, he drew her over his lap. “A good hard spanking is what you need, isn’t it?”

“Yes, sir,” she whispered.

“So, don’t be expecting me to ease up if you start hollering.” He wondered if that sounded too harsh, but when she wriggled her bottom at him, he decided probably not.

He lifted his hand a little too high above her rump, so he lowered it and brought it down on her rosy cheeks with a smack. She didn’t make a noise or stir from the position over his knee. He raised his hand again, higher and brought it down quicker.

She yelped and flattened her hips against his lap, as if to lower herself away from his hand.

Somewhere in between, he guessed. Now he had a measure of the technique, he proceeded to smack her bottom with a rhythm. He also discovered the art of pausing and rubbing. He circled her left cheek, felt the heat rising up and traced the shape of her perfect contours. This he could enjoy many times. He held her tight about the waist and while she paddled her feet on the rushes, he walloped her bottom.

Across the room, Arnaud watched, impassively, as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening in his castle. Edgar now knew the special relationship Arnaud had with his first wife probably involved plenty of spankings. If they cleared the air and prevented discord in marriage, then Edgar would make use of them also.

He admired her bottom. “You will be a good girl, yes?”

“Yes, oh, yes,” she hurried to agree.

“No more lying?”

“No. Not unless my life depended on it,” she added.

Edgar smothered his laughter. She had flair and energy—something vibrant in her that called out to him. She had lied repeatedly, not to make mischief or trouble, but to protect her love affair. Moreover, although Arnaud expected her obedience, Edgar wanted something different from her, not just honesty and respect. Something else.


~ The Stolen Bride