Chapter 5

The luncheon had been delicious. Her companion, who introduced himself as simply Paul, was equally delicious. He was educated and polite. He was also devilishly handsome, and when his hand accidentally brushed hers, or his knees pressed against hers for just a moment little thrills shot through her entire body.

Their conversation turned quickly to her and she had tried to avoid too much discussion on the subject. She didn’t want to talk about the future at all; she had no idea what it held really. She did allow herself to discuss her past and when she said she had a reputation for being too sassy, and that that reputation had been unwelcome to both her parents and prospective employers, he’d said he wasn’t a whit shocked by that fact.

Back in the compartment Clarissa a seat and stared out at the rolling scenery. Hills had been replaced by flat grassy land and small villages huddled past the tracks, and blue sky had replaced the black clouds of coal smoke.

Paul said, “So, are you on your way to a better position then?” “I am.”

He said, “Then perhaps I can help you.” She gave him a skeptical look. “How so?”

“You are far too impudent. You really must need to learn how to behave properly.”

There was a glint in his eyes that made her body ache. She said, “I see. I suppose you may be right but you are hardly going to be able to teach me a lesson, Sir.”

His eyebrow lifted, “I thought I already had.”

A naughtiness filled her. This was a game of sorts and she knew it. That freedom of hers was new but she wanted to embrace it and this adventure she had been handed. There might never be another one like it, after all.

“I assure you that you haven’t.” The words were carefully chosen for maximum sauciness.

He came closer. His bay run lingered on the air and his eyes met hers. His teeth, very white and square, showed between his full lips. “I assure you I intend to change that fact then, Miss.”

She gasped out, “Indeed Sir, and how shall you ever manage that?”

He pulled her up from the berth. Her feet came off the floor and her body shook as he said, “I think we will start here.”

His mouth came down on hers; hard. His lips were warm and firm but soft. Hers yielded below that kiss and then his tongue thrust into her mouth, making her whimper and wriggle against him. A thick hardness on his trousers caught her attention and she managed to break out of his embrace for a moment to stare downward at the plump and full outline of his cock, fully visible within his tight fawn-colored trousers.

His hands undid her buttons so quickly that she was stripped bare before her

thoughts could fully form. Her skirt, waist shirt, and petticoats landed in a crumpled heap on the floor, leaving her in only a thin chemise and her frilly underpants.

Then those were gone too.

Clarissa was unused to being nude, and she had never been nude in the presence of another person. Her hands went upward then down as she sought to hide herself from his gaze but he caught her hands and then she was facedown on the berth.

Paul said, “Now I am going to teach you to be less saucy.”

His hand came down on her bottom. Her ass jerked high up in the air and she cried out, her face buried in the small pillows on the berth. Her fingers clawed at the berth’s covering, disarranging them.

The spanking was a torment and an exercise in ecstasy. His hand came down hard, sometimes he hit with his palm, and other times he used his entire hand long bands of pain radiated out from the marks his fingers left on her pale and rapidly reddening flesh.

Juices flowed down her inner thighs from inside her swollen inner folds.

The outer lips were covered in those juices, and slippery, and when his fingers ran down the crack of her bottom, tapping gently at the flesh there so that her legs parted of their will, those fluids lubricated and coated his fingertips.

He stroked his fingers up and down the seam of her pussy. Her breath hitched in and out. Paul said, “Now, I want to hear you say you are going to be far less sassy from now on out.”

“I’ll try,” she gasped. “I see.”

Another hard smack. His free hand cupped her fullness and squeezed, putting pressure on her clit and making her toes dig into the berth. Her eyes widened as pleasure coursed through her. She knew he wanted her to behave, but that they were both enjoying her near-refusal to do so. She said, “I suppose I could try harder. I am just not sure I want to.”

The next slap to her bottom sent her spinning toward orgasm. Clarissa had no idea what that delightful heat, the tightening within her body, meant. All she knew was that she wanted more of it.

“Tsk tsk, young lady,” Paul said.

He slid a finger into her depths, testing the tightness of her walls.

Clarissa wriggled and thrust backward, trying to get more of him inside her body. Her limbs shook and her inner walls opened and parted as he added a second finger and thrust even more deeply with those soaked and slippery walls.

Shivering and close to coming, lost in a haze of desire all she could do was grip the berth as his hands moved over her sore ass. The skin was hot to the touch and his fingers pressed into the muscles below the surface of her skin, teasing little flares of pain to the surface and causing even more juices to spill from her body.

He pulled his fingers from her with a wet pop. His hand, streaked with her oils, smoothed her bottom again and then he lifted her bottom higher. His hot mouth found her center, his tongue licking away the gathered and beaded juices there on the throbbing flesh of her clit.