Naughty Bottom Ch 04

Charlotte opened her husband's bedroom door and entered, one hand concealing some object from his view.

He tried to catch a glimpse of it as she approached him where he sat on the bed, but she blocked it from his sight, and he looked up at her appealingly.

"Mr. Collins, why did you speak so appallingly of Lady Catherine's carriage to Miss Bennet?" she asked contemptuously. "Would you have my friend think you such a boot-licking toady that you would dwell on the very coins she had pay for her equipage in such an unseemly manner?"

Collins fell to his knees before her. "I thought she might like to know," he said, pleadingly.

"I assure you, she cares not," Charlotte said, pushing him back with her foot.

"Dear Charlotte, I am so sorry," he said. "Please, do not punish me."

"You try to cry off your punishment? You need punishment now more than ever," Charlotte said. "If I do not reprove you now, who knows what terrible thing you might do."

From behind her she drew a riding crop and brought the stiff leather to touch her husband's face.

"As Lady Catherine's horses set an example of obedience that you should follow, I borrowed her crop to see if it could instill you with some semblance of their discipline."

Collins face showed the warring of desire and fear. "But Charlotte, it should hurt..."

She loomed over him. "And hurt it shall, if it is to have any hope of transmitting obedience through your mulishness."

She sat and gestured to her lap. He flung down his trousers and quickly lay upon her, his hands already clasping the bedspread.

She caressed his buttocks with the leather for a moment, then flicked her wrist thrice, and the leather left furrows of agony across her husband's rear.

She flung the lash to the side then landed a strong series of slaps with her hand upon the flesh, the flesh quickly swelling and reddening, particularly where she had struck with the lash.

Collins sobbed and pleaded as the spanking went on, each strike building on the pain of the last until he knew not how he bore it.

She reached for the crop and carefully laid two more strikes opposite of the last, then ran her fingers over the reddened flesh once again.

"Have you learned your lesson, Mr. Collins?" she asked, her fingers toying cruelly with the lash marks.

He could only moan and sob, his cock working furiously against her night dress.

"Very well, you require yet more punishment," she said, taking up the crop again.

Even the lightest of strokes tormented him, and she quickly learned that increasing intensity from tiny taps to firm strokes made him bounce and writhe in frantic ecstasy.

"Have you learned your lesson?" she asked again, nearly hissing into his ear.

He exploded with pleasure, sliding off her lap in his transports.

She stood over him and nudged at his softening cock with the tip of the crop.

"Perhaps I should have to whip this to teach you sense," she said, then, abandoning him on the floor, made her way to her own room.

Charlotte sipped her tea and smiled at Elizabeth.

"Tis so peaceful and quiet here," she said. "Much more so than the breakfast room."

They had just parted from Mr. Collins in the breakfast room, so Elizabeth had no doubt to what source of unquiet her friend referred.

"It is much more peaceful here," Elizabeth agreed.

Charlotte started to speak again, then stopped herself. She could approach no closer to the topic nearest her heart. Her gaze dropped to her task, and she swallowed her disappointment with herself.

Collins almost stood as Charlotte charged into his room, only painfully instilled habit keeping him sitting, as she had bade.

"You kept Miss de Bourgh and myself standing in the sun for upward of ten minutes today," she announced, glaring at him.

"But she had asked about the climbing roses--" Collins began to explain.

"You are a fool if you think her words meant that she wished to be detained so while out driving for her health," she said, producing the crop and pushing it against where his cock already throbbed against his clothing.

"I am so sorry, Charlotte," he said. "I had not realized that I was so wrong. Please, forgive me."

She tapped the crop against his throbbing cock through his pants.

"I did not think you were capable of such incivility against the daughter of your own patroness. This merits the very strongest reproof."

He nodded frantically in agreement. She seated herself and gestured he quickly lowered his pants and flung himself over her lap.

She began with her hand, softening his buttocks, the sting of each blow not yet fading before the next came to torment in its wake. When the skin of his rear was glowing red, she took up the crop and began to carefully lash, covering every bit of skin in lines of fiery anguish.

His hands clenched the coverlet and he sobbed into the fabric, his cock humiliatingly alive against her as he spasmed and rocked.

She stopped and played with the inflamed flesh, inflicting another slap on areas that seemed not as red as their neighbors.

"I think you have not yet learned your lesson," she said. Despite the soreness of his bottom, she caused him to lay upon it on the bed, his cock wavering in the air, questing for relief.

"Now we shall see if this punishment is enough to waken your dim wits," she said, smacking his cock with the crop. He jumped and his erection almost failed, then surged to life again.

Again she smacked it, ordering him to restrain his hands as they reflexively sought to protect his member from the stinging pain.

"If you were not such a terrible bore, I should not have to punish you so painfully," she reminded him, slapping his cock yet again. "It is your own terrible stupidity that I seek to correct, even if I have to whip every inch of you."

He babbled in pain as with each stinging blow, he ground his inflamed buttocks against the rough material of the coverlet.

Charlotte watched with satisfaction as his red and straining cock acquired purple stripes from her strikes.

"Is this enough to finally make you learn your lesson, Mr. Collins?" she demanded, her fingers running up his cock to torment the welts.

This touch undid him, and his cock erupted in ecstasy, coating her hand. She deliberately wiped it upon his shirt, then upon his face.

"Keep your filth to yourself, Mr. Collins," she said sternly. "This shall add to your punishment for next time."

She left him trembling in pleasure upon the floor.