Not two hours ago, the dashing aristocratic masked sky pirate, The Wicked Gentleman kidnapped the beautiful damsel in distress, Lady Lucinda Whittock from her father’s airship. Dubbed The Wicked Gentleman because of his penchant for stripping naked and firmly spanking the bare bottoms of the women who dare to hide their jewels from him, landed on the airship with his men using rocket packs strapped to their backs. The sky pirate and his gang of men were determined to rob Lord Whittock and his family of their valuables. But when The Wicked Gentleman came across Lady Whittock being cruelly treated by the man she is being forced to marry by her father, Baron Von Arkham, the sky pirate came to the her rescue. Lifting the fainting ill used lady in to his arms he carried her from the airship and in to his protective custody, vowing to keep her safe from the Baron at all costs.
Rumours are rife that the well dressed Wicked Gentleman is actually the darkly handsome and dominant Lord Ashby also known as Doctor Byron Ashby - the celebrated medical researcher on the subject of human sexual pleasure. The Doctor has recently conducted many experiments on the various ways women become aroused by the intoxicating mixture of pain and pleasure when sexually stimulated. There have been reports of naked women being made love to by his more than attractive male research assistants as well as specially designed automatons and steam powered phalluses whilst bound to beds and examination tables and observed. There is even talk of a spanking machine used to gauge the pleasure a woman feels when chastised by a firm hand.
A keen disciplinarian of errant women, Doctor Ashby believes in bestowing a firm spanking to a woman’s bare bottom should she disobey rules he makes to ensure her safety. Lady Whittock is known for her stubborn reckless nature and this leaves many in no doubt she will find herself over the good Doctor’s knee bare bottomed for a firm chastisement should she indeed be in the good doctor’s captive possession.
Lady Whittock’s brother has informed the police that his father drugged Lady Whittock to make her more amenable to the Baron’s advances. It is likely Doctor Ashby will give Lady Whittock a thorough and intimate examination to assess for damage to her body. The drug used by her father is known to cause damage to female sexual organs. Previous female research subjects say Lady Whittock is likely to find herself enduring a probing of her sexual entrances together with an anal cleansing to ensure her health. They believe she is in the right hands for her recovery - Doctor Ashby is a very protective and caring individual where his female companions and research subjects are concerned.
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Nysarria, The Spurgeon Solar System. Somewhere above Babbage Falls aboard the Raganork Airship
Dr Byron Gideon Ashby, now a part-time sky pirate had been dubbed the Wicked Gentleman for his antics when he robbed pretty defenceless ladies of their precious jewels. And today he would more than live up to his reputation. He removed his steam powered rocket pack from his shoulders and stared out of his black and silver Plague Doctor mask at Countess Gwendolyn Baldwin with lustful amber eyes. One of his men held her in a tight grip. He lowered the rocket pack down on to the green velvet chaise longue and aimed his blaster at the Countess and her husband.
The Doctor cast a dashing aristocratic if not a frightening figure in his elegant black top hat, black leather plague doctor mask with cold-cast aluminium eyepieces, beak and steel dome rivets. His black velvet cut away Regency coat with tails was complimented by a high silver silk cravat. The gloves he wore on his hands were white and his tall toned athletic body was finished with black breeches and knee length black hunting boots.
On his dramatic arrival in to the room on the airship, Dr Ashby had noticed the Countess removing her rings and earrings to hide them. She had dare to hide them down the tight black and gold brocade corset sitting on top of her ripe slim hips clothed in a full length black bustle skirt. She was indeed a striking beauty. Her auburn hair was piled atop her head and her dark green eyes with full black lashes fluttered nervously at him exposing her guilty secret. He watched her placed her long gloved hands on her hips and attempt to look at him defiantly. The Wicked Gentleman did not like to be made a fool of especially by a lady. For her misdemeanour and disobedience, he decided the Countess would be receiving a sound bare bottom spanking over his knees before he left the airship with his booty.
“Take anything of worth,” he ordered his men who were threatening the Count and his own men and servants. There were eight of them, all dressed in black, sporting a leather gas mask and helmet. Five of them brandished cutlasses menacingly at the Count and his men. The other three of The Wicked Gentleman’s Gang who did not have to began ransacking the rooms on the airship, putting anything of worth in to leather sacks. One of them held the Countess in a tight grip when she struggled violently, inelegant cursing tripping from her lips as he searched her hands, ears and throat for jewels.
“You will not find them there,” Doctor Ashby grinned under his mask. “The beautiful Countess has already hidden them down her pretty corset,” his voice was crisp and upper class.
“Please remove them or I will have no choice but to retrieve them myself, Countess,” he threatened.
“I do not know, what you are talking about. I have hidden nothing,” she was haughty, once again cursing at the man who held her.
The Wicked Gentleman approached the woman.
“Do not make the mistake of believing that I am a kind and true gentleman who will not retrieve them from between your naked breasts for all to see, madam.”
“You would not dare,” the woman was outraged.
“Oh yes, I would. I am going to have the good grace to count to three and give you one more chance before stripping you bare where you stand, madam.”
The Countess’s eyes widened with shock but she still decided to disbelieve him.
“You would not . . .”
“One . . .”
“I am not giving you anything. Pirate, thief . . .”
“Two . . .”
“This is outrageous. I will not give up my jewels. You will not dare to retrieve . ..”
“Give him the jewels, Gwendolyn, for God sake,” her husband urged.
“I will not.”
“Gag and tie up, the count. Three. Your time is up, Countess.”
There was a firmness in Doctor Ashby’s voice that told all who could hear it that he had indeed meant every word and now he was going to strip the Countess naked.
“Hold, the Countess’s arms tightly behind her back,” he instructed her captor whilst the doctor deposited his blaster back inside his leather holster inside his jacket. He took out a pocket knife from another pocket. The doctor slipped his hand between the middle of the Countess’s corset, his gloved white hand brushed the milky white mounds that threatened to spill over and out of their confined space.
The Wicked Gentleman pulled her forwards causing her arms to stretch painfully out behind her, still held by his masked gang member. She gasped out loud when he took the knife and cut down the middle of the corset. The Countess could offer him little resistance. When the knife reached the bottom the Doctor had no hesitation in opening the corset wide and removing it from the Countess to bare her breasts to everyone man in the room.
The jewels dropped to the floor but Doctor turned sky Pirate did not pay them any heed. Ignoring the blushing of the Countess and her curses he continued stripping her, convinced she hid more under her skirt. But more for a sense of desire at seeing her standing naked and vulnerable, open to pleasurable penetration, should she desire it.
He cut and tore the silk taffeta skirt and her petticoat until they were removed in tatters around her feet. There was a hushed awed silence in the room as every man’s eyes rested upon her naked form. She had not been wearing any under garments and her neatly shaven auburn curled sex was displayed prominently. Her long slim legs were covered in dark stockings. She still wore her long black gloves, her leather laced ankle boots and a lace and black leather collar at her throat. She was a stunning vision. One the Wicked Gentleman could not resist sampling.
His eyes roved over her small but pert breasts with the darkened plum peaks pointing at him with arousal. He grinned to himself underneath the mask. For all the Countess’s efforts to resist and her curses her body was becoming aroused at his masterful treatment. He pressed his gloved hand against her stomach sweeping his eyes over her moist lips, pressing his hand lightly in to her stomach to calm her agitated breathing. He stroked her flesh gently.
“I think you are concealing something else,” he said softly. His gloved hand moved down her stomach and paused at the top of her auburn curls.
“Part your thighs, Countess.”
She stared at him and shook her head.
“Part your thighs, Countess and let the jewel go or I will remove it.”
She shook her head defiantly.
The Wicked Gentleman grinned beneath his mask, grateful for the opportunity she was to give him. He moved his gloved fingers through her curls and slipped them neatly between her pussy lips. Surprisingly, she was dampening making his probing for the jewel she clenched tightly between her lips easy. She gave a low female moan as he moved his fingers back and forth. The small ruby was nestled up high in her lips but he took his time to stroke and fondle the slickness of her mound, circling the small vaginal entrance and pausing to pinch the tiny plump pleasure bud hanging ripe from her sex. It was a joy to inspect her flesh so intimately. He would have dearly loved to have her on his examination table naked and defenceless, willingly probed and brought to climax by the new steam medical apparatus he had been developing to pleasure and inseminate a female. Yet she wasn’t quite the right type of woman to use in the experiment. He was still searching and when he laid eyes upon her he would know instantly of her appropriateness.
Another moan and then a small gasp escaped the Countess’s mouth when Doctor Ashby’s persistent caress forced her to unclench the impressive muscles in her vagina. He knew it was the small priceless ruby the Count and Countess were carrying to the city of Gravura to have made in to a large ring, a present for the Countess on their first anniversary.
He pulled it out from her pussy lips and admired it, wiping the Countess’s milky juice away with his fingers. He put the jewel in his top pocket and turned his attention back to the pouting Countess.
“An ingenious place to hide a jewel, my dear. The muscles in your vagina are unusually strong. You warrant further intimate examination but I do not have my medical apparatus here to test them. It is a shame, I must say. But I shall content myself with disciplining you for hiding the jewels. I am not a man to be trifled with.”
He flicked a thumb idly over her breast watching it spring back and forth. The countess gave another helpless moan even though she began to struggle with defiance. He began to remove his gloves setting them down next to the rocket pack on the chaise longue.
“Discipline?” she breathed nervously.
“Yes, spanked over my knee until your bottom is reddened enough to remind you of your punishment every time you sit, madam,” he informed her light heartedly.
“You cruel, heartless . . .”
Doctor Ashby reached behind her and raised his hand smacking first the left bare buttock and then the right hard and firm to silence the Countess’s errant tongue. The urge to spank her for her squalling tongue alone over his knee was now overwhelming. The woman needed some firm male guidance and instruction to tame her disobedience.
She cried out with pain but when he repeated the action brushing himself against her breasts and sex to achieve the action she became silent.
“Blind fold her and tie her hands behind her back. Blind fold the Count but remove his gag. I want to converse with him. Remove the other men to the dining room.”
Satisfied both the Count and Countess were blindfolded, Doctor Ashby removed his plague Doctor mask. He was dark and handsome with a devilish air about him that always ensured he rarely slept alone even though he was single. At twenty-six years he had a full head of dark brown hair with well chiselled aristocratic features with high cheekbones and a manly chin. His amber eyes shone brightly as he viewed the naked Countess unimpeded by his mask. He gestured for his man to let her go in to his custody and move the count to a chair facing the chaise longue. Then he ordered the man to leave to help with the ransacking of the airship and its many rooms.
“Come, Countess,” he said lifting the young woman around her waist. Immediately she began kicking and screaming against him. He ignored her behaviour knowing it was soon to be schooled to his satisfaction over his knee. He sat down on the chaise longue and neatly deposited the Countess over his knee.
Doctor Ashby braced the naked Countess over his knee and administered a sound bare bottom spanking. He raised his hand in a well practised arc and aimed for the most sensitive parts of her bottom to redden. His favourite place to catch with his firm disciplining hand was the uppermost backs of a woman’s tender thighs and just were the buttocks curved. The quivering flesh was a pleasure to view as it jumped obediently to his attention with each slap he delivered upon it. A woman always cried out with pain from being struck there but he had also discovered on experimentation that these were the places which also aroused the female subject mixing her pain with strong pleasure, should be inclined that way.
Countess Baldwin was the fourth woman he had spanked naked in the last week and a half for attempting to withhold jewels and personal trinkets in her undergarments. The Countess had been the first to hide them in her sex. Each slap of her rounded milky flesh was loud and painful, silencing her errant squalling tongue.
Although her husband could not view the proceedings before him her husband was clearly becoming aroused by listening to his wife being spanked firmly on her bare bottom. It made Doctor Ashby wonder if the Count had dearly wished to apply such a punishment to his wife since the birth of their marriage a year ago. The man’s arousal was strong, hard and clearly visible between his legs. Confined within his breeches his cock strained towards her demanding entry.
The woman sobbed loudly but the slick moisture coating the Wicked Gentleman’s legs told him the wench was enjoying her chastisement. She was a feisty woman, but her female bravado and haughtiness was fast disappearing into sobbing as he slapped her rear and the backs of her thighs crimson. When she lay quiet and sobbing over his knee accepting his mastery and his right to school her he ceased her torment. Satisfied with the colour of her bottom cheeks he allowed her to sit up on his lap.
He swept his sparkling deep amber eyes admiringly over her naked form, gently stroking the tip of a breast with his ringed forefinger. His black velvet coat stroked her skin with his movement bringing a healthy glow to her skin.
“You are a beautiful woman, Countess,” he told her enthralled by the agitated rise and swell of her breasts as she breathed.
She appeared startled and bemused by his compliment.
“I wish my husband believed it so.” She was breathless in her speech.
The Countess had not objected to Doctor Ashby’s touch and now he continued his caress with purpose.
“He has not come near me since we consummated our marriage,” she confessed, her eyes suddenly bleary with more tears. “I believe he keeps his mistress satisfied in her bed but I am to be denied.”
Doctor Ashby hushed her, soothingly cupping her breast in his wide male palm almost lovingly. He held it gently rubbing his thumb over the top of the pale mound and her tears receded.
“Your husband is a fool to deny such beauty.”
“He was in love with another before our marriage as I was . . . But we are together now, forced to be by our parents. We must make the best of it. I try to entice him to our bed but he is civil and polite in refusing. I am so vexed with him. It makes me devilish and churlish in my behaviour towards him. He barely tolerates my presence. The precious jewels he gives me are to placate me and keep me deceived of his love.”
‘Yes, your behaviour is churlish and your tongue is foul for a woman but it may be remedied easily with masterful handling and frequent spankings,’ the Sky Pirate informed her calmly with seriousness in his dark velvet voice.
Her eyes widened with shock and fear once more. With a wicked smile he tilted her chin upwards.
“Perhaps when you learn the meaning of obedience over his knee and accept his mastery he will come to your bed.”
Doctor Ashby addressed the Count, ‘Your wife requires a firm hand. I suggest you spank or better still paddle her often and I warrant you will see an improvement in her behaviour.’
The blindfolded Duke moved his head from side to side like a blind man.
“Your hand is artfully practiced. I could hear it in the way you stung her flesh with each slap. I should like to emulate it, sir,’ the Count answered. ‘You have indeed brought her churlish tongue to task. I will take your advice.”
Doctor Ashby moved his hand under the Countess’s bottom as it sat uncomfortably stinging on his lap. He could feel the heat from her punished buttocks nicely warming his legs through his breeches. He smoothed his palm over one reddened buttock. He was pleased at her silent submissiveness. Gently, carefully, he slipped his fingers between her thighs. They were drenched with creamy moisture. He was to find her sex filled to the brim with it. He smiled and stroked the fluttering bud nestled in her auburn mound. The Duchess moaned and sobbed with need under her blindfold.
He paid her no heed but continued his gentle tantalising stroke as he spoke to her husband. Only when she began to move with annoyance on his knee did he threaten her with his firm hand upon her buttocks again. Her movement ceased immediately.
“Why do you not attend her bed, sir?” the sky pirate asked with great interest.
“That is none of your business, sir,” the Count was cornered, angry.
“A mistress is the reason. It can be no other. But you have such a beautiful wife. Her body is plentiful in its shape and form. Such delights await you in her taking and I can see she arouses you painfully. For the pain you have caused your wife I will make love to her and satisfy her needs. For your punishment you will listen to the sounds of her pleasure and your penance will be to imagine her writhing body as I pleasure it. I have no doubt you will resolve to make amends for what your arrogance and adultery has caused you to miss, sir.”
In one fluid movement, Doctor Ashby made the Countess turn to sit on his lap and straddle her legs across his own, opening her sex wide. She was more than eager to accommodate his masterful direction of her body by her rush to obey him in her movement. He spread her legs wider and then unbuttoned his breeches. She was already wet and prepared for taking and he wasted no time in guiding his rod like member to her wetness. His hands grasped her small waist and raised her upwards. He lowered her down on top of his cock and fed it up inside her slick entrance.
The Countess moaned with pleasure as she felt her tight unused channel contract with pleasure and a little discomfort to accept the mastery of his long wide hard length. She moved down on top of him swallowing him hole until he threatened to penetrated her womb.
Doctor Ashby cupped her buttocks and moved upwards to meet her downward thrust. Still tied and blindfolded she was unable to hold on to him and she was completely at his mercy. He set the rhythm of their joined movement and grasped the Countess’s breasts to use them as reins and guide the punished Countess down on top of him faster and faster.
He pulled and teased the nipples sharply, stretching them out cruelly until the Countess cried out with pain. Moisture from her sex coated him thickly in response spurring his ardour on. He thrust up to meet her hard and unforgiving.
The handsome wicked gentleman nuzzled the Countess’s neck brushing his lips where he knew it to be most tender and intoxicating to a woman. She moaned and threw her head back, thrusting out her beautiful breasts out as though in an offering to him. He raised his hand and slapped them gently three times, delighted by the spring in their wobble. The Countess cried out but pushed down on top of him harder. He felt her vulva tighten in spasm around him and her breathing quicken. His own breath was to follow as desire surged through his cock urgently wanting to spill his seed within her. Briefly he wondered about the child they may have produced together if he had wished to impregnate her in one of his exotic experiments. The Countess was beautiful breeding stock but she lacked the mental and intellectual capacities he was looking for in a woman to breed with.
The Countess gave a small scream as she came, releasing her pent up frustration at not having been made love to for so long. Doctor Ashby grunted like a wild animal and came with her, his pleasure exploding and releasing his soft creamy seed in to her channel with dominant force.
Doctor Ashby caressed the silky sheen of sweat across the Duchess’s shoulders and bestowed her with gentle kisses along neck until her panting pleasure calmed. After care was important when a woman had been punished and then pleasured. He had made extensive notes on this being vital to their well being and essential discipline. If she had been at his home or in his laboratory engaging in one of his experiments he would have personally bathed and moisturised her before putting her to bed. He would have made her settle her aching crimson bottom as she rested naked between the sheets of his bed. Then he would have made observations of how she slept and her behaviour for the next three days to see how long the punishment lasted and kept her tamed and obedient to the will of a man.
“Thank you,” she whispered to him. “That was heavenly.”
‘Good. Now that you have been pleasured, my beautiful Countess, you must submit to your husband. He has heard what delights in you he is missing and I warrant his member will burst if you do not satisfy his need for you.’
Doctor Ashby pulled the Duchess off his knee and gave her plump red buttocks a careful squeeze, admiring his skilled handiwork.
‘Now be a good girl unbutton his breeches and mount him,’ he instructed untying her hands. “Do not remove your blindfold or I shall have to spank you again and this time with the leather strap I carry to discipline young ladies just like yourself. I know you respond wetly to a discipline but my strike will be harder with the leather and I warrant you think twice before disobeying me again.”
He watched her cheeks blush under the blindfold. She nodded and allowed him to lead her to her husband. Doctor Ashby tapped her rear with his palm and helped her straddle her husband instructing her to undo the Count’s breeches blindfolded.
With determination the Countess undid her husband’s breeches as Doctor Ashby replaced his top hat and plague doctor mask. He gathered up the jewels from the floor and deposited them inside his pocket watching the Countess mount her husband’s cock, guiding it up inside her. With a smile when he heard the Count groan with pleasure he replaced his rocket pack.
The Countess began to move up and down on her husband guiding his lips to the tip of her breasts. At first it appeared as though she was reigning dominant but even with his hands tied behind his back and blindfolded he proved a force to be reckoned with. He thrust skilfully as she moved downwards on top of him, just as she had upon the Wicked Gentleman’s cock. He drew one of her nipples into his mouth to pull and nip with his teeth. Doctor Ashby viewed the scene with interest and approval as the Count rode thrust inside his wife hot and hard, ready to spill his potent seed into his wife’s pussy with fervent ardour.
He replaced his white gloves taking a moment to inhale the musky arousing scent of her sex on the fingers from when he had removed the ruby from her pussy. The woman really was responding well to the rhythm her husband was setting. Her glowing red buttocks bobbed enticingly up and down making Doctor Ashby harden again. He needed to find his own beautiful Countess to play and experiment with. He moved his sleeve up and looked down at the brown leather band adorning his wrist with brass corner pieces, copper and brass gears and spinners with crystals cultivated in to a uniquely designed time piece. In the middle was a small screen and voice transmitter. He tapped it and spoke in to it to one of his men. Their masked image flashed up on the small black and white screen.
“Gather the others. I am ready to leave. Bring what you have found.”
“Yes, sir. the man replied then the screen faded.
Doctor Ashby turned his attention back to the Countess moving up and down on her husband’s cock, both hell bent on coming as his men returned to the lounge on the airship. He prepared to leave. The Count and countess was so close to coming and he dearly wanted to see the Countess brought to the dizzy height of pleasure once more, this time with her crimson spanked buttocks on show to every man in the room. Doctor Ashby approached them both knowing fine well what would quicken the pace. For a moment he watched the blindfolded couple and removed one of his gloves. Without further ado he bent and administered four sound firm slaps to the curve of the Countess’s buttocks as she rose to thrust down upon her husband’s bulging cock.
She cried out with pain and then he heard her coming hot, wet and fast. The Count grunted his own release amid her panting cries and screams.
Doctor Ashby laughed and corrected his smart attire, watching the couple kiss as they came.
“I believe my work here is done,” he mused out loud as their pleasure slowed and came to a halt. “Mind you rule your wife with a firm hand. Spank her regularly and do not neglect her bed. Then, sir you will have a dutiful, obedient and lusty wife who will provide you with many children.”
The Count nodded and began to devour his wife’s breasts hungry with need.
Doctor Ashby grinned underneath his mask. He brushed a kiss across the Countess’s burning left buttock. “Adieu, Countess. It has been a pleasure.”
He tipped his top hat at her when she lifted up her blindfold and ran with his men to the stairs leading to the Bridge and the hatch up on to the steel girders from which Doctor Ashby and his men had entered. He tipped his top hat at the tied up crew and the man steering the ship with one of the doctor’s men’s cutlasses at his throat.
The Wicked Gentleman and his gang climbed up on to the steel girders and looked out at the green fields below and out to the magnificent falls cascading from the cliff in to a large lake. He pulled a gear on his rocket pack and stepped off the airship in to the air. His rocket pack burst in to life and made him buoyant on the air. His men followed him.
Doctor Ashby turned part time sky pirate to appropriate jewels and trinkets for the mere fun of it and to procure precious stones to use in his elixir sexual pleasure compound experiments was about to call his adventures a day. Then he spied another airship, a short distance below. He signalled to his men, already carrying full sacks and motioned for them to follow him. Another adventure was nigh. Perhaps there would be another tasty damsel in need of his bedside manner.