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Title: Caroline’s Realm
Author: Euryleia Rider
Synopsis: Wealthy, dominating woman takes in penniless relation.
Contact: euryleia_at_hotmail.com
Part Seven – Caroline’s Realm
Harriet jerked awake. She felt a feather light touch on her backside and shivered as she remembered what happened the night before. She turned her head and saw Caroline standing over her.
“Good morning, Harriet.”
Harriet had to clear her sore throat. “Good morning, ma’am,” she answered. Her voice felt thick from her tears and crying.
“I trust you slept well.”
“Better than I deserved, ma’am.”
“Nonsense. You slept as you did because you had been cleansed of your folly.”
“What do you mean, ma’am?”
“By cleansing? Let me start by saying that I believe in progressive punishments, Harriet. Each subsequent infraction results in more strict discipline.”
Harriet shuddered. She was not sure she could stand anything worse than yesterday.
“But I also believe in wiping the slate following a punishment. Once you’ve been disciplined, there is no need to dwell on the offence or to rehash the incident. It is over unless you err again.”
“I’m sorry I failed you, ma’am.”
“You should be. However, you only failed one of my two tests yesterday, so I am not completely dissatisfied.”
“Two, ma’am?” Harriet questioned.
“Yes. You responded perfectly as a dog. Your reaction after you returned to humanity was duly dealt with.” As she spoke, Caroline scraped her fingernails over Harriet’s exposed buttocks.
Trying not to squirm, Harriet nodded quickly. The touch awakened her bruised nethers and she blinked back tears.
“I would also think that our experiences following the punishment has resulted in a deeper understanding of one another.”
Stretching the full length of her bonds, Harriet was able to place a kiss on Caroline’s knee. “Yes, ma’am,” she avowed.
“Good.” Caroline looked up as Martha entered the room. “You’re to stay in bed today. Martha will give you a sponge bath and a rubdown with a healing ointment. You’ll be fed a light broth at mealtimes. I want you to spend the day in rest and reflection.”
“Thank you, ma’am.”
Harriet was not quite sure what she had done to earn the pampering but she felt almost liquid when Martha completed washing her and giving her a massage.
“There you go, dear. Now, try and sleep for a while. I’ll send one of the girls up with something for you in an hour or so.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Sims.”
Harriet closed her eyes and willed herself to relax. As any tension in her back caused the bruises to throb, she tried to stay still. She soon drifted off.
“Ooh, those must hurt,” Claire said as she brought in a tray.
Harriet was disoriented as she woke for the second time that day. “Pardon?”
“I said those marks look horrible.” She put a pillow under Harriet’s head. “How many did she give you?”
“I asked for fifty.”
“Fifty? Gracious, no-one in the house has ever taken so many.” Claire stared at her in awe before shaking herself and offering Harriet a spoon of chicken broth.
Harriet swallowed the unseasoned liquid and felt it warming her from the inside out. When the bowl was empty, Claire wiped her mouth and removed the pillow.
“Mrs. Sims says that I’m to offer you the bedpan.”
Blushing, Harriet shook her head. “No, thank you.”
“It’ll be the last time someone will be here until dinner.”
“Oh.” Harriet resigned herself to relieving herself in front of the maid. “I guess I need it then, if you don’t mind.”
“All right.” Pulling out the pillow that raised Harriet’s hips, Claire slid the smooth enamel between the bound open legs. When Harriet didn’t release right away, Claire slid her hand under the young woman and gently palpitated her bladder. “Go ahead. Just let go.”
The words had a strange resonance in Harriet’s head. Her brow furrowed as she repeated them to herself, “Just let go.” As sound of her urine splashing in the bedpan echoed in the room, she suddenly remembered every word that Caroline had said to her the night before.
“I am hers,” Harriet whispered.
Claire laughed as she swiped a damp rag between Harriet’s legs. “You’re only now realizing that?”
“I know it now. I really know it.” Harriet pulled slightly against the bonds that held her to the bed. “Please, you need to release me so I can go to her.”
“No, I don’t. You’re to stay in bed all day. I heard her Ladyship tell Mrs. Simms that herself.”
“But…”
“Trust me, Miss Harriet. That she owns you will be one of many revelations you will come to today.” She patted Harriet’s shoulder. “Just leg go and they’ll come to you.”
Harriet sighed and tried to calm down.
“Good girl. Now, someone will be back with dinner.”
For a while after she had been left alone, Harriet twisted and shifted restlessly. She wanted to be downstairs with her owner, not up here. Eventually, she responded to her recovering body demands and she fell asleep.
It was an uneasy rest. She was plagued with a number of dreams. In many of them, Caroline was standing over her, repeating again and again, that she was very disappointed. A few had her lost in the darkness, trying to locate the voice that called her to service.
Harriet finally pulled herself awake after a particularly disturbing dream of her standing over a bound Caroline. Harriet saw her dream-self holding a bullwhip. Caroline had yelled, “Nothing could hurt me as bad as your refusal to obey.”
Stunned, Harriet lay on the sweat soaked sheets and cried. She realized that her disobedience did not just result in a set of spectacular bruises. She had damaged her relationship with her cousin.
When she arrived at Hastings Manor, she had simply obeyed her cousin in exchange for a place to stay. Now, she knew that submitting to her powerful cousin was essential for her well-being.
The fucking she received last night (and she blushed as she thought the word) affected her more profoundly than the beating. With the cane, Caroline had exposed the false pride that hid her true heart. It was with the phallus, though, that Caroline had plumbed her depths.
Harriet lay quietly, thinking over her actions of the past several weeks. There were many times that she had balked. It was as if she had been a child, testing the limits of parental control. Last night’s outright refusal had been her most egregious but there were many other small acts of defiance that Caroline had had to deal with.
Like a parent, Caroline had not withdrawn her affection because of Harriet’s rebellion. From her actions in the room today, Harriet knew that her cousin had forgiven her. Harriet was extremely grateful for her cousin’s continued affection and support.
The hours passed as she mused about her situation and Harriet was startled out of her reverie by a knock on the door.
“Yes,” she called.
A young maid entered the room. She bobbed a curtsey and set the tray down with shaking hands. She fed a bowlful of broth to Harriet without speaking a single word. Several times, Harriet caught the young woman’s eyes staring at her backside.
As quietly as she arrived, the maid packed up her tray and left. Harriet fell asleep again.
Martha came into the darkened room and roused the slumbering Harriet. “Do you need the bed pan?”
Dazed but utterly compliant, Harriet said, “Yes, please.”
She had just been cleaned when she felt the air change in the room. Turning her head, she saw that Caroline had entered. She could not help the smile that blossomed on her lips.
“Hello, Harriet. Have you had a productive day?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Harriet could not find the words to convey how pleased she was to be in her owner’s presence.
Caroline inclined her head in recognition of the intense emotions. “Excellent.” Leaning over, she examined Harriet’s back and legs. “Martha, could you bring me the arnica?”
Harriet nearly swooned when Caroline began applying the cool oil to her butt and upper thighs. “You are healing quickly but I think another day of bed rest will do you good.”
“Oh, no, ma’am,” Harriet replied. “Please, let me serve you or just be with you. I don’t think I could stand another day.”
“You’re not going to get into the habit of saying no to me, are you?”
Harriet blanched.
“I’m just making fun, dear Harriet. I will agree to let you up tomorrow but I don’t want to hear a single word or sound of complaint.”
“Of course, ma’am.” Harriet breathed a little easier.
“Go to sleep now and I will see you in the morning.”
“Good night, ma’am. Thank you.”
Caroline dropped a quick kiss on Harriet’s temple. “Good night, Harriet.” She left the room and seemed to take all the light with her.
Harriet felt a prickle of tears but comforted herself knowing that she would not be alone when tomorrow dawned. She fell asleep with a smile on her face and it was still there when Martha came in to rouse her.
“Up we go.” Martha very gently coaxed her out of bed. She kept Harriet from having to put much weight on her still tender backside and helped her into the bathroom.
Harriet was anxious to complete her morning routine and to be allowed downstairs. Martha had to reprimand her to brush all of her teeth but soon the two of them were walking downstairs. Martha in her crisp black uniform and Harriet wearing nothing at all.
She nearly ran across the dining room toward Caroline. Flinging herself to her knees, she kissed both of her cousin’s shoes before sitting back. She winced slightly when her buttocks came in contact with her heels but uttered not a word.
“Good morning, Harriet. I’m glad to see you looking so bright eyed today. After breakfast, I want you to work on finishing the last chapter of the Eastern tales. I’ve got a publisher interested in looking over them and I want to send them off tomorrow.”
“Yes, ma’am. I only have about fifty pages left to copy.”
“Good.” Caroline set a plate of eggs on the floor with a few pieces of bacon crumbled in them. “I believe these will go down nicely after a day of only broth.”
Harriet eagerly bent her face to the plate and lapped up some of the still warm food. “Oh, ma’am. It is delicious,” she replied.
“Don’t speak around a mouthful of food. You’re not a savage.”
Blushing, Harriet slowed down and swallowed. “I’m sorry, ma’am. I forgot myself.”
“You should endeavor not to let that happen. I allow you some leeway because you unfortunately have bad blood running in your veins. You should never forget that you also have my blood circulating in your system.”
Harriet nodded. She was so pleased that her cousin acknowledged kinship that she did not bristle at the dig to her mother.
“Are you through?” Caroline asked. “Let’s go into the study. I think I’ll have you work in here today.”
Eagerly, Harriet followed her down the hallway. She was very stiff and sore but none of it meant anything if she could be beside her owner.
Throughout her mornings work, Harriet would squirm slightly on her perch and glance at Caroline. Her cousin was busy with her own work and ignored the naked young woman impaled across the room.
It was nearing high tea when Harriet announced, “I’m finished, ma’am.”
“Very good. Bring the pages to me.”
Harriet rose up and looked longingly at her chair. Not that she would admit it but she was starting to miss it when there was nothing penetrating her rear opening. She carried the typed pages over and knelt beside Caroline before offering them to her.
She was content to lightly run her fingers over the hem of Caroline’s skirt while her cousin read over her work.
“You’ve done a good job, Harriet,” said Caroline, reaching down and stroking Harriet’s golden hair. “I’ve got something for you.”
She reached to the table beside her chair and picked up a leather bound volume. It looked like one of the books that she had been transcribing from. Harriet took hold of it and glanced up.
“Do you want me to start on this one next?”
Caroline laughed. “Open it, silly.”
Doing so, Harriet saw that all the pages were blank. She glanced quizzically up at her cousin.
“I want you to begin keeping a journal of your experiences. I think that your development has wroth numerous changes in you. The action of writing them down will be helping in reconciling your mind with what your body tell you.”
“My body, ma’am.”
“Yes. Your quick responsiveness and your carnal nature are proof enough. You’re a natural slut.”
Harriet blushed hotly and glanced down at the book. She thought for a moment. “This will help, ma’am?”
“I believe so. I only want you to live up to your potential.”
“Then, I’ll do it, ma’am.”
“Very good. I want you to take it upstairs and start by writing your thoughts from yesterday.”
Harriet started to rise.
“However, first I have a task for you.” Caroline smiled down at her. “I want you to give me pleasure.”
Almost fainting with anticipation, Harriet reached for Caroline’s skirt. She was surprised when Caroline reached out and held her back with her foot.
“It will please me to see you couple with another.”
“Ma’am?”
Caroline rang the bell and sent the servant who responded to get Jenny. She watched Harriet caress her foot as she stared up at her.
“You’ll do this for me, won’t you.”
Swallowing, Harriet nodded. At the raised eyebrow, she stuttered. “Yes, ma’am. Whatever you want.”
“I’m glad to hear that.” Caroline looked up when Jenny came diffidently into the room. “Both of you stand before me.” She smiled at the quick response. “Strip.”
There was a little hesitation before they obeyed. In short order, both women stood uneasily for Caroline to visually inspect them.
Harriet cut her eyes over to the maid and could not help but to admire her form. “What is happening to me?” she wondered. “I’m ogling another woman!” She dragged her attention back to Caroline and met her amused eyes.
“You want to touch her, don’t you?”
Harriet blushed but would not have been able to deny how the pulse between her legs quickened at the thought. She jerked her head up and down.
“Turn towards each other and kiss.” Caroline watched as the two beauties before her obeyed her orders. Soon the kissing led to fondling and the two amorous women could not keep their hands off one another.
“Very nice. Remember, though, that you’re performing for me. It pleases me to see you both enjoying yourselves but I should be the one that you burn to arouse.”
“Yes, ma’am,” answered Harriet and Jenny in unison.
As they went back to kissing and touching, they made sure that as their lips touched and their hands moved, that Caroline’s view was unobstructed. Soon, both of them were shaking from their mounting arousal.
Harriet could hardly stand upright and she was grateful when Caroline ordered them to onto the floor.
“I know that your ass is still painful, Harriet, so you are to be on top. Jenny, I want you to lay down on your back with your head toward me.”
There was an awkward few moments as the two women got themselves into a classic 69. Harriet shivered as she felt Jenny’s breath on the dampness between her legs.
“Start slowly. There is no need to rush.”
Caroline had a wonderful view as the two women tentatively began kissing and licking one another. She nearly laughed as Harriet’s arms buckled at the first contact of a tongue on her clit. She knew that Harriet finally understood the fullness of cunnilingus. When she saw Harriet’s head bobbing stop as she enjoyed the caress, she called out. “Harriet. Don’t forget that your partner is aching as much as you are.”
Immediately, Harriet pressed an apologetic kiss on Jenny’s inner thigh. She then turned her focus on putting all the lessons she had learned on her knees before her cousin into place for the maid lying beneath her.
“I want to hear you.”
At Caroline’s request, the two women released the moans that they had been stifling. They also before to allow their lapping and slurping of the other’s cunts to be
Harriet’s head was swimming. She was so close to coming but she knew that she had not been given permission. She twisted and arched to get away from Jenny’s maddening tongue.
Relaxing in her chair, Caroline passed a hand over her stiff nipples. She admired the erotic struggle as both women tried to hold off their orgasm. Knowing that Harriet was near to bursting, she relented. “Now, my precious. Come for me.”
Within two tongue swipes of the command, the women climaxed.
“Don’t stop now,” Caroline called.
Through their shudders of pleasure, Harriet and Jenny continued to tongue fuck each other. They writhed and sweated through two more climaxes before Caroline clapped.
“Well, done. No, you’re not done yet,” she warned when they would have moved apart. “Clean each other.”
Harriet bent her head and began to clean off Jenny’s essence from her damp hair and where it had dripped between her ass cheeks. She could feel herself flushing when she realized that Caroline was kneeling beside her.
“That’s it. Get your tongue all the way in there.” Caroline patted her rump gently, mindful of the bruises. “Doesn’t that just feel so naughty? Your nose and tongue are filled with the basest of scents and tastes.”
Harriet felt her heart beat speed up. Her womb was still clenching from the aftershocks of her orgasm. With her tongue deep in the crevice of Jenny’s ass, she felt conflicted about her urges.
Seeming to read her mind, Caroline whispered, “Listen to your body,” Caroline whispered. “You want to do this. Your body knows the truth of who you are.” She leaned closer and ran her tongue along the shell of Harriet’s ear. “I can hardly wait to have your tongue bathe me there. Can you?”
More than anything else, the promise in that tone convinced Harriet to work her way deeper until her tongue made contact with the tight ring of muscle guarding Jenny’s innermost secrets. She nearly whined when a hand in her hair pulled her head back from her goal.
“Thank you, Harriet,” her cousin said. “Now, I want you to go upstairs and begin work in your journal. Jenny, you can continue your chores.”
Standing on rubber legs, they both thank Caroline for their pleasure and she sent them off. Harriet carried her book to her room. She chewed on her pencil end for a moment but when she began to write about her feelings, the words seem to flow onto the pages. She wrote for an hour before her tiredness caught up with her and she fell asleep on top of the covers.
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