Caught Peeping (Closed: Jacknificent)

KittenOfSteel

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Lady Augusta yawned and lifted her arms, allowing her chambermaid to begin the long, tedious process of peeling her from the many layers of clothing she wore during the day... a tedious process, and yet a necessary one. For a widowed countess, it was even more important to give a proper impression if she was to be taken seriously by all the male nobles neighbouring her lands. Accordingly, she had to wear what felt like half a wardrobe full of clothing every day; and accordingly, the undressing took some time each evening...

They were halfway through the last underdress when the chambermaid's timid voice was heard. She was ready to slap the maid for talking without permission - yet what she heard made her jump out of the room, half-undressed, ready to slap someone else.

"My lady, I think there is someone watching!", she had said. And for sure there was. Her hand grabbed him just as he was trying to hurry off around the corner, and forcefully pulled him back. A young male servant looked at her, uncertain what his strict lady would do to him.
 
My eyes widened. Oh no. Oh no,my heart beating faster than ever before as i had been noticed. What would m'lady Augusta do with me? She might take my eyesight. My stomach fell, thinking of the trouble that my roving eyes, my hearty young lust, foolish i know...but my gorgeous Lady filled my head. Obssession ran through my young manly frame daily, well more like hourly. And now I am doomed.
 
Their eyes met, and her stare could have blinded him - and she hoped it would. The lady stood there, tall and terrifying, her voice cold and commanding: "You perverted dog just gambled away your life. What you did was the height of impropriety, and you will pay for it. If you have any decency left in you, you will now get on your knees and beg for a just, painful punishment."

What nerve! Yet something impressed her about him: Most servants did not even dare to speak around her (the rumor about the servant girl and the ear, while untrue, was still making the rounds), and this one dared to do this... he would regret his boldness very soon. There was a reason most were afraid to cross her, after all.
 
Dropping to my knees and lowering my head in my hands, my heart racing. I know that looking at Lady Augusta was wrong, but my obsessions run through my veins. I speak softly, "Lady Augusta, I am sorry for my sin. Your beauty moves me, but I should resist all such thoughts. I am your servant and will abide by any punishment. I beg you to show mercy. I am yours m'lady." I hold still. I know that Lady Augusta is known to be ruthless.These may be my last breaths.

An inner calm captures my heart as I dream of angels caressing my neck and shoulders.
 
A laugh. A cold, cruel laugh. "What is happening with you? You look like you have died! Did you think I would let you get away that easily? No, you little pervert. Hanging is for thieves. Let me show you what is for lustful asses who can not control themselves. Now get on all fours and follow me. Have you ever wondered what goes on in the dungeon below this castle? Let me tell you: I punish low-lifes like you in there... follow me."

She turned and walked towards the stairway leading down, knowing that the man would not dare to disobey her. Anger had been replaced by a sudden anticipation: She would now get to punish this - not unattractive - young servant. And he would know very well he would deserve all of it.
 
Leaning down on all fours I follow m'lady as a dog.I keep my head down, but even then my eyes continue to follow her curves, thinking of her legs, and dreaming that my face was between her thighs. I am the pervert she knows and accuses. She will not be kind. Her reputation for ruthlessness is known throughout the village and greater land.

We approach the stairs to the dungeon. Reality sets in. I hear the ghosts screaming and howling.
I am terrified of what Lady Augusta might do to me. I remain quiet, hoping against all hope that she will take pity on me. After all, I mean Lady Augusta no harm. In fact, she is my everything; I adore the ground she walks on.
 
The odd pair made its way through the dark hallways of the castle, Augusta regal and pompous even in just her nightgown, the servant cowering and obligingly acting like a dog. The lady noticed the stares of the man cowering behind her as he followed her underground. Adoring, almost longing stares, but stares, and that had to be punished. "Down with your eyes!", she hissed, "Put your face to the ground and keep it there until I tell you to stop!"

No leniency would be allowed with this man if she wanted him to be properly in fear of her. Before she opened the door to the chamber where she would teach him fear, she paused for a short time to give him some time for worrying. "What are you? What kind of punishment do you deserve?", she demanded.
 
My knees were already quite sore. I could feel the twisted dull ache growing with each 'step' along the dark stone hallway. My face was barely an inch..maybe two, off the ground.When we finally arrived at the Chamber, m'lady asked me about my punishment. I started to tremble.

"Lady Augusta I am deserving of your punishment. I am your servant and despite my affection, I have no right to look at you. Do your will and I shall accept it as justice. I am forever yours Lady Augusta."
 
She smiled as he accepted his punishment. Much too readily, and he would not have if he had known the twisted things she was planning for him... with dramatic slowness, she pushed open the door to that chamber in the castle she kept for taciturn prisoners - and insolent servants. The smell of fear and blood showed that it was well-used, and the implements looked well-oiled and ready to do their terrible work.

She pointed at a low table with shackles mounted at its four corners. "Remove your clothing and get...comfortable...on that table", she ordered with a smirk.
 
Nothing to do but obey. Trying not to be fearful, but yes, I was afraid. I removed my clothes slowly...shirt, trousers, underwear...and climbed on the table as commanded. I could see the shackles. I stretched out and closed my eyes.
 
As she closed the shackles around his wrists and ankles, she had a good look at his naked body. A young, strong body. A bit skinny, perhaps... she could clearly see his ribcage. His heart was beating audibly; he was scared and did not know what she had in store for him... with good reason.

With an evil grin, she closed her hands around his penis and started to play with it, very slowly. Warming it up, rubbing it.
 
"ooooh What is she doing?" Feeling her hand on my cock I was practically in heaven. My cock lengthened and thickened quickly. Then I thought I was here for punishment. This can't be good.
 
The lady was a little surprised at how quickly the man reacted to her teasing. "My my, you really needed it, didn't you", she muttered, still grinning, as she felt the swelling under her hands. Then, when she was sure he was ready to burst - she stopped, suddenly withdrew her hands and looked him in the eyes, hoping to see terrified realization soon.
 
My abs tight as my cock twitches. Groaning....knowing there is more pain ahead.
MMM, trying not to show how much i enjoyed her lovely hands.
 
He was clearly not strained enough yet... but she knew that he would not be able to take this forever. Soon, his pleasure would turn into pain... he would be pleading for her to finish the job. In the meantime, his impudent erection had to be punished. She took a cane from the wall and took aim at his rock-hard penis, hitting its tip with a merciless strike.
 
".....No...no"
...I cried out as felt the sharp sting on his cock rattle through my brain.The shock and resultant pain caused my cock to lose its hard edge...the length and thickness resting on my belly.

I was laying defenseless at the hands of a ruthless tormentor.But I had been fortunate to feel her lovely soft hands caressing my cock and balls. Laying stretched out, I was terrified at what she might do next.
 
She was a bit disappointed at him going soft so quickly... all because of a little pain! She walked over to her helpless prisoner and kissed the place she had hit, then started playing with his testicles... getting steadily rougher until her grip had tightened enough to cause some discomfort to the man. She leaned over him and purred: "Tell me what you are. If I like your answers, your balls may escape unmangled..."
 
ooooooogawd......feeling the heat of the pain being replaced by a tender kiss.....
that's .....fuck...my cock responded by jumping back to a hard erection...
then feeling m'lady's hands on my testicles.

Oh gawd what was she asking me.....feeling some discomfort again as she tightened her grip on my smooth balls. "I'm a dirty pervert Lady Augusta."
 
"A dirty pervert? Stop flattering yourself!", she hissed as she gripped a little more tightly and started to pull on the hot, throbbing flesh in her hand. Her voice was icy as she continued. "Do tell me mpre about yourself. I need to know all your crimes. Have you done this before? Are there others who share your perversion?"

She let go of his testicles and got a , thick candle. Casually placing it between his legs, she lit the wick and sat on the table by his side, grinning. "By my calculation, we have maybe two hours before the fire reaches that useless junk of yours. Make good use of them, you little shit."

She laughed - a genuinely amused laugh this time, not as icy anymore - as she waited for the fear of having his privates burned off to sink in.
 
this lady is mad....how could she think he was so abnormal...maybe a bit out of place....nbut...
'm' lady i confess to my sins...i will do whatever you ask. I try to be a good man." The thought of the fire taking off his skin..was making him sweat
 
"Confess to your sins, do you? Well, I think I want to hear more of that. What are they, exactly?"

She moved the candle even farther up between his legs, so that the melted wax dropped onto his penis with a hiss. Her right hand closed around his testicles again, careful not to get hit by the wax herself. She started playing with them a little.
 
m 'lady....my sin is bad...."i dreamt that my cock ...my seed ....could tame your pussy"....my eyes rolling in my head as i feel the hot wax land on my shaft......then your fingers rolling my smooth balls.....growling sheepishly
 
"WHAT?"; her hands clamped down hard almost instinctively as he told her about his dream. Loosening her crushing grip just a little, she hissed: "You insolent cur! How dare you?". She lost patience with waiting for the candle to burn down fully and took it into her hand, still shaking with rage.
 
my honesty not going over well.....i brace myself for some pain......
closing my eyes as i see the rage build...ooooohfuck
 
With a rough grip, she bared the tip of his penis, then brought the candle flame closer - slowly, very slowly. She wanted him to be fully aware of what was about to happen. Then, when she could feel his entire body shake with fear and anticipation, she touched the flame to this most sensitive part of his body and waited for the scream.
 
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