Page 57 of Innocence Tamed
“You may come,” Pierre said, his voice low and commanding. “Come for me now, thinking about how the cane will feel striking your bare bottom while the Duboises watch your punishment.”
His permission unleashed something primal within me. I couldn’t have held back if I tried. The orgasm crashed through me with devastating force, my thighs clenching aroundÉtoile’s sides as the thrilling jolts of pleasure radiated outward from my core. Pierre’s fingers continued their relentless stimulation, drawing out my climax until I was gasping and trembling in the saddle.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes dark with desire as he watched me come apart under his touch. “Such a sweet little slut.”
I slumped forward slightly, my hands clutchingÉtoile’s mane for support as the aftershocks of pleasure rippled through me.The realization of what had just happened—that I had climaxed astride a horse, completely naked, with the Duboises watching from the terrace—crashed over me in a tsunami of mortification. I couldn’t bring myself to look in their direction, couldn’t bear to see their reaction to my shameless display.
“Pierre,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Please let me down now.”
He gazed up at me, his expression unreadable for a moment. Then he nodded, reaching up to help me dismount. My legs felt weak and shaky as I slid from the saddle into his waiting arms. He held me steady until I found my footing on the grass, then released me to stand naked and revealed in the open paddock.
“Your dress is in the stable,” he reminded me, his voice casual, as if nothing extraordinary had happened. “But first, you should thankÉtoileproperly for your pleasure.”
I blinked at him in confusion. “Thank… the horse?”
“A pat on the neck will do,” Pierre said, his lips twitching with amusement. “She carried you well for your first lesson.”
Feeling absurd, but unable to refuse, I stepped towardÉtoile’s head and gently stroked her sleek neck. “Thank you,” I murmured, feeling a strange connection to the animal who had been an unwitting participant in my degradation and pleasure.
Pierre watched this small ritual with evident satisfaction before leading us back toward the stable. I walked beside him, acutely aware of my nakedness, of the Duboises’ eyes following our progress across the paddock. The grass felt cool beneath my bare feet, a pleasant contrast to the warm afternoon sun on my skin.
Once inside the dim interior of the stable, I rushed to where my dress lay folded on the bench. Pierre made no move to stop me as I pulled it over my head, the fabric sliding down to cover my nakedness. The simple cotton felt like armor after my exposure, though I knew it did little to restore my dignity after what had just transpired.
“You did very well today,” Pierre said, beginning to unsaddleÉtoile. “Both with riding and with accepting your natural desires.”
I watched him work, his movements efficient and practiced as he removed the tack from the mare. “I don’t understand myself anymore,” I admitted quietly. “How can I possibly want these things? How can I… enjoy them?”
Pierre paused, turning to face me fully. “Because they speak to something essential in your nature, Audrey. Something you’ve denied for too long.” He stepped closer, his presence commanding even in this mundane setting. “The submissive desire for exposure, for discipline, for surrender—these aren’t weaknesses. They’re powerful expressions of who you truly are.”
I wrapped my arms around myself, feeling oddly cold despite the warmth of the stable. “And tonight? The caning? Do I… do I have to go through with it?”
Pierre’s expression softened slightly. “You earned your punishment by disobeying me. But if you truly wish to refuse, you may. I won’t force it on you.”
I felt my forehead crease as I chewed my lower lip, contemplating it. Pierre smiled slightly, and stepped forward to take me in his arms. He held me for long moments, until I feltthe tension go out of my limbs, and I melted into his strong form.
“You may decide later, when the time comes to prepare yourself for punishment.”
I swallowed hard at the very words—prepare yourself for punishment—but I nodded into his shoulder, grateful for the respite.
“Yes,Monsieur,” I murmured. Then, as strange as the rational part of my brain found it, I whispered, “Thank you.”
Two hours later, I waited nervously in the Lavender Suite. After a long bath where I’d tried to calm myself, I sat on the edge of the bed in the plush robeMadameDubois had left for me, my hair still damp, my stomach a knot of anticipation. I’d been unable to decide what to wear for the evening—for my punishment—and found myself paralyzed by indecision.
A soft knock at the door made me jump.
“Entrez,” I called, my voice catching slightly.
To my surprise, it wasMadameDubois who entered, carrying a garment draped carefully over her arm. Her silver-streaked hair was impeccably styled as always, her posture perfect as she regarded me with those knowing eyes.
“Mademoiselle,” she greeted me with a slight nod. “I thought you might appreciate some assistance preparing for this evening.”
My face burned hot. Of course she knew exactly what was planned for me. She’d watched me come atopÉtoilethat afternoon, had seen my naked shame and pleasure in the paddock. And now she was here to help me dress for my caning.
“I… thank you,” I managed, unable to meet her gaze directly.
MadameDubois approached, laying the garment on the bed beside me. It was a beautiful blue dress, simple yet elegant, with thin straps and a flowing skirt.
“Monsieurthought this would suit you,” she said, her voice carefully neutral though I detected a hint of… was it sympathy?
