Welcome back to the Spanking A to Z Blog challenge.  My challenge this month is to write an erotic short story for each letter of the alphabet where the trick is to include one word that starts with the letter of the day in every sentence. I’ve had so much fun playing with sub-genres that I have never written in before like historical, cowboys, femdom/revenge and even sci-fi.  Today is a Victorian historical.
This story gave me a few problems and so I’m sorry for those who have been waiting for it to post.   I hope you are happy with the way it turned out in the end.  It is one of the longest stories I’ve written this month.
A huge shout out of thanks to Christine Hart who drew the short straw on editing today. I must say that I have the best author friends ever as so many in my close circle have helped me this month. I love what a close knit community we have.
V is for The Victorian Virgin
London, 1862
Valerie Stanford waited nervously on the small veranda outside her brand new master suite. It was an unexpected treat to have access to a veritable garden in the middle of the bustling city. She’d expected such amenities when she accompanied her new husband to his grand country mansion, Vernon Estates, but not here.
Valerie was on the verge of tears as she waited for Lord Vernon, the Viscount of Sussex, to join her in their marital bed. If only she felt more prepared, perhaps she wouldn’t feel so vulnerable. No one had warned her what to expect from her stern husband on their wedding night other than her mother’s cryptic advice of, “Just let Lord Vernon do as he will until he spends and then it will be over.”
Not very helpful.
The vibration of the heavy door closing startled her back to the present. When her husband’s valet appeared in doorway to the veranda, Valerie blushed. She was not accustomed to having men visiting her private chamber, but then again she was going to have to get used to the change.
“Lady Vernon, the viscount has asked me to relay the message that he will be up shortly and would like you to change into the velour nightdress he had made for you. I took the liberty of laying it out for you and I’ll send in Virginia to assist you.”
Valerie started at the use of her new name. The valet moved around the room, preparing it per his master’s instructions before quietly leaving her alone to await her new lady’s maid.   The knock came a few minutes later and an older woman whom she assumed was Virginia sailed in.
“Good evening, my lady. Me name is Virginia and his lordship has requested I assist you this evening.” She didn’t even wait for a response before she approached Val and began removing her formal wedding clothes. “You look quite the vision for your new groom, but we must hurry. His lordship is easily vexed if instructions are not carried out to his specifications.”
Val took the opportunity to vocalize her concerns to a woman who presumably knew the man she had married much better than she.   “How long have your worked for Lord Vernon?”
Her dress was being pulled overhead as the maid’s vibrant answer came. “I’ve been working for Lord Vernon since he was but a wee one.   I used to care for Vernon Estates until my sister fell sick and her family needed my help. His lordship was kind enough to allow me to venture back to London and care for his townhouse so I could be near family.”
News of her husband’s kindness from someone who knew him well helped vanquish some of her fears.   Rumors of Lord Vernon’s vulgar and vile vices were abundant on the London circuit. In recent years he had been linked to various salacious stories involving several widows.
Valerie’s parents had been vague when she demanded answers as to why they had promised their only daughter’s hand in marriage to a verified bachelor, twelve years her senior.   He was a handsome rake who, for all intents and purposes, she had never met until that afternoon when the vicar had led them through their marriage vows.
Time passed slowly after Virginia left her alone to await her husband. She spent the time inspecting the masculine room, trying to gain vital insight into the viscount.   A sudden urge to vomit washed over her when she discovered a stash of rattan canes, leather straps and a tongued tawse.
“I see you’ve discovered the various punishment devices I like to keep on hand.”
His low voice commanded the space, sending a visible tremble through Valerie’s body causing her to knock the canister of canes to the floor with a volatile crash.   She rushed to the floor to gather up the variety of canes, getting nervous she had angered him.
Once collected, she prepared to stand when the viscount stepped close, wrapping his fingers through her long, loose hair and tilting her head back to peer up at him from her knees.   The vivid passion in his eyes surprised her.
“You’re such a vision, Valerie.   I’ve waited for this night for some time and when I saw the vultures swarming around you at the Van Dyke’s ball last month, I knew I’d waited long enough and that it was time for me to claim your virginity.”
She blushed as she attempted to stand only to be held tighter like a vise by her husband. “I had no idea you had even noticed me, Lord Vernon. Why did you not visit me to make my acquaintance and court me, as is the custom? Perhaps you will not enjoy my company and yet now it is too late as we’ve spoken our vows.”
His deep chuckle had her heart vibrating in her chest for some unknown reason. Her nervous tummy tumbled at his broad smile as he inspected her from his higher vantage point.
“I’ve done my homework, Valerie, and I know you are the exact woman I wanted to take as my wife.”
“But how could you possibly know that, Lord Vernon?”
“It’s time you called me William, at least when we are in our suite and I’m about to vanquish your virginity.”
The flutter in her tummy migrated lower, gripping her private parts as a strange new urge to reach out and touch him visualized. She had to shake her head to clear the strange thoughts of the visage of her on her knees before her new husband manifested.
She didn’t trust herself to speak as she knelt vulnerably before the powerful viscount. Their eyes locked as he continued to vocalize his reasons for seeking her hand in marriage.
“You may not know me, dear Valerie, but I assure you, I know you.   It was your pale complexion that caught my attention first as I could visualize how easily you would mark under my disciplinary hand.”   His grin slid to vulgar as he continued naming her attributes he admired. “Then I noticed your voluminous ass and hourglass figure. I could never be content with a wife who had a small canvas for my voracious appetite for sport.”
His verbalization was confusing, but the fire in his eyes alarmed her as he continued. “You look lovely in the velour. The vibrant color enhances your creamy tone. I had planned to take things slow this first night to allow you time to join in the marital act voluntarily, but perhaps it would be more kind to begin your marriage lessons straight away in order to avoid any vexing misunderstandings.”
“Sir, I hardly think you should address me with such vulgarity.”
William tilted his head back and chuckled. “My dear, I haven’t begun to be vulgar yet – let me demonstrate.”
Valerie barely knew what was happening as she was pulled to her slippered feet and then dragged by the hand to the large four-poster bed she had been avoiding. Without delay, her husband sat on the high mattress, hauling her across his lap until she was displayed vulnerably with her ass high and her head and feet hanging low, unable to touch anything. She flailed, but to no avail as the viscount was too strong.
A rush of cool air hit her bottom as the velour gown was carelessly thrown over her back, exposing her private drawers to a man she barely knew. That didn’t stop him from sliding his hand across her barely veiled arse until he reached the waist and pulled them down to expose her to him completely.
“Tonight is just a taste, Valerie. You’ve done nothing villainous so this will be a good-girl spanking to enhance your pleasure. Your father warned me of your temper, however, and so I’m certain to use one of the canes or leather straps you were just inspecting to deliver a hard, naughty-girl spanking when you’ve vexed me.”
Her face had to be flaming red at his words, yet the warmth between Valerie’s legs continued to grow as the first vigorous smack of his hand to her rear landed. The warmth it left in its wake spread across her lower cheek until a second spank struck her voluminous other cheek. Back and forth her husband went, painting her arse the same vibrant red as her embarrassed face.   Things got worse when she could no longer stop the tears from flowing and was on the verge of sobbing.
The spanking didn’t last long, but it made a lasting impression on the virginal bride about how her marriage was going to change her life. Things were moving quickly as the viscount helped her to her feet just long enough to divest her of the nightdress.   He left her standing before him naked and vulnerable while he began to remove his vest and tie, followed by his linen shirt to expose his virile, muscular chest.
“Your titties are perfect, Valerie. Just large enough to fill my hands as I pinch the very tips.” The feel of his hands on her breasts vaulted her heart rate higher, and he leaned forward to capture the tip in his mouth, sucking until she squealed with delight. Her hands moved of their own volition to weave through William’s thick hair, holding him close to her wildly beating heart.
After several long minutes of vigorous groping, her husband stood in order to remove his pants. Val felt light headed. On the one hand, she wanted to run from the room, feeling unprepared to proceed with such vulgar activities. Yet she remained completely transfixed, unable to verbalize her fears as she watched her husband’s breaches fall to the floor.
She felt the vapors coming on at her first sight of his mammoth shaft jutting proudly from his body.   Valerie silently cursed her mother for not properly preparing her for the traumatic events endured by a new bride.   She looked away from the vision, but William cupped her face to ensure she could not look away.
“Give me your hand, Valerie. I want you to feel my cock because it is this hard part of my body that you will soon be squeezing like a vice with your tight little pussy.”
His coarse words heated her from the inside, as his virile appendage was thrust into her small palm. She found it a curious contradiction of soft velvet over a rock hard core. Her pulse quickened when her husband growled of his own volition when she innocently stroked the phallus he had called his cock.
Until that moment, she had felt powerless before the virile man she had married.   A foreign sense of power coursed through her as she watched the effect the vise-like grip she held on his manhood had on William.
Valerie’s power only lasted until he scooped her naked body into his arms and carried her back to the bed, laying her vulnerably in the center, and stepping back to simply view her laid out naked before him. He crawled on the bed, making quick work of kneeling to face her while prying her legs wide to take in the vision of his new bride’s body.
“I am a very lucky man.” His words were spoken with reverence as he lunged forward to swipe his tongue across her exposed vulva.   Her body vibrated with an involuntary tremble she couldn’t stop if she wanted to. A foreign mix of embarrassment and excitement consumed Val, and vaulted her into a deep sense of submission.
A new urgency she’d never felt before began to build as William held her open for his viewing and tasting pleasure.   When their eyes connected as he leaned up, it looked as if he were on the verge of losing control. His eyes were dark, sending a thrill through Val.   She looked lower to watch him palming his veined thickness, only inches away from her wet folds.
Her apprehension vanished when he moved to blanket her with his muscular body, leaving her feeling a vague sense of being exactly where she belonged.
A volt of surprise washed over her as he pressed the top of his cock against the wetness between her legs. “I’m going to take you now, Valerie. You will no longer be a virgin after I press my cock into your cunny.”
She felt vulnerable whispering, “Will it hurt?”
“It will, but I vow the pain will only last for a few seconds and only this first time.   I plan on fucking you every single day of our marriage, my dear Valerie, and I vow you are going to enjoy it very much.”
She wasn’t sure why his vigorous words pleased her, but they did.   Time stood still as William held, almost as if he were making the valuable moment last.
Valerie cried out when he pressed forward in one vigorous thrust. She felt her virginal wall tear, allowing her husband to plunge fully into her quim. To his credit, once impaled, the viscount held still, allowing her body to stretch and grow accustomed to his girth. He viewed her from above, enjoying her tears as he finally began to move inside her.
The pain slipped away, replaced with a vibrant excitement that started deep in her core and quickly spread to consume her in an overwhelming urgency as if she were about to explode.
“Open your eyes, Valerie. I want us both to visualize this moment again and again as the moment you were no longer a virginal innocent, but my full-fledged wife.”   His voiced words threw her over a virtual cliff, which found her falling into a violent explosion like she had never felt before.
She cried out his name as her pussy squeezed him in a vice-grip, tipping William into his own pleasurable climax. She felt his heat spread throughout her body as his seed bathed her internally with an unexpected velocity.
It took several moments for the newly wedded couple to return to reality, and when they did, William rolled to his back, pulling Val to lie atop him, as he remained buried inside her.
“So, is that what you expected to happen when you handed your virtue over your new husband?”
She thought of the best reply for several vague seconds before admitting, “I honestly didn’t know what to expect, my lord, other than that you would spend, whatever that meant.” She had trouble vocalizing what she truly wanted to say. He waited anxiously until she verbalized her deepest desire. “I vote we do that not once, but twice per day. You were so… vigorous.”
He grinned a rather vivacious smile. “Oh, my little vixen, that can be arranged.”
*****
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