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Colin was chewing the tip of his pencil, when he was thinking about how to describe a particular scene in his travel journal, his eyes cast to the horizon making it easier for him to picture the scene he wanted to capture for posterity.
He was sitting on the deck, with a fresh pot of tea and a tray of his favourite butter biscuits. They were not as good as Cook made them at home, but they were good enough to make him think he was at home, enjoying some tea with his mother and siblings. He shared a table with a fellow traveller, whenever possible, because it was nice to meet other people and to exchange ideas for travel destinations, recipes, or just share a pot of tea in companionable silence.
Suddenly, he heard the slap of a hand meeting a luscious bottom and he balled his fists in his lap, ready to get up to help the lady in distress, but instead of a shout of outrage, he heard the lady cooing and pressing closer to the man next to her, standing behind the railing enjoying the view. Colin’s neighbour chuckled and responded, “Pay them no mind, they are newlyweds and on their honeymoon.”
Colin looked at the couple and noticed the look of love in their eyes and their playful demeanour. “Ah, yes,” and his balled fists relaxed again and his mind wandered off again, but this time he was not thinking about the scene he wanted to capture. Instead, he was at the Queen’s presentation. It was the day his sister Daphne was presented to the Queen, and the day he had noticed a petite redhead in a light-sage coloured dress with gold embellishments.
The Lord in Waiting had called the names of the debutantes from small cards,
“Miss Prudence Featherington”, he accepted the next card,
“Miss Philippa Featherington”, and he accepted another card,
“and Miss Penelope Featherington..." taking another card, "all presented by their mother, the Right Honourable Lady Featherington.”
When the door opened, there the three of them had been, their mother close behind them proud as can be. The three sisters, standing next to each other, before they squeezed together, to pass through the door. It had looked rather comical for such a terrifying event.
Penelope had looked anxious when she had set foot into the chamber, but not as nervous as her sister, Philippa, or as pale as her sister, Prudence, who seemed to be short of breath.
Being presented under the discerning eyes of her Majesty the Queen was a terrifying ordeal. His sister, Daphne, had been practicing her curtsy all night, but it seemed Penelope was not too bothered by the whole affair. Her laissez-faire attitude made him beam with pride.
All the other debutantes wore dresses in white with gold embellishments, just like the walls in the Presentation Chamber at Saint James’ Palace. But she had stood out from all the other young ladies in a light-sage dress. Her hair had been tied up, but a few unruly curls had escaped and framed her gorgeous face. The soft pink of her plump lips matched the pink complexion on her cheeks.
The feathers in her hair stood tall and proud, just like she walked tall, even though she was the smallest Featherington walking down the aisle. And when the sunlight touched her through the window, she glowed like a goddess and he swallowed and blinked, stunned by her beauty.
Her eyes did not meet the Queen’s on her walk down the aisle, but they instead roamed the room, as if there were far prettier things to witness than being close to the Queen. Her eyes went from the stunning walls to the ceiling of this magnificent chamber, but the moment she passed him, their eyes had locked and she had smiled. At him. He smiled at the memory.
“Another biscuit, Mr. Bridgerton?” his fellow traveller offered him the plate, breaking his thoughts.
“Don’t mind if I do,” Colin replied, amazed at how those biscuits could transport him back home with a single bite.
There was more wind that night and the ship was rolling onto the waves, the sails slapping in the wind. Colin was drifting in and out of sleep, having never been very good at being on choppy waters. When he pushed the light-sage coloured curtains with gold embellishments to the side, he noticed sunrise would not be far off. With a tired groan, he turned around and closed his eyes again. This time, he drifted off to sleep.
Colin dreamt of the debutants at the Queen’s presentation of April 6th 1813. There were over 200 debutants present, but Colin had eyes for only one. The little redhead that had caught his eye when he had left Bridgerton House to attend this annual charade and again when she was walking the aisle towards the Queen.
Fiery red tendrils framing her pink cheeked face, her hair neatly coiffed showing her neck and shoulders. Her gold embellished light sage dress is low cut, showing her perfect bosom. Her eyes, a stunning blue, eagerly taking in all the amazing artwork on display in the presentation chamber of Saint James Palace. He had eyes only for her, he swallowed when she cast a glance at him with a hesitant smile. How had he never before noticed her beauty?
When she arrived at the Queen’s altar with her sisters, her eyes were glued to the ceiling, in awe of its beauty instead of the Queen. And that’s when it happened. Her mother slapped her butt to get her to pay attention to the Queen. Colin growled under his breath. NO ONE was to touch that beautiful bottom, it was his and his alone. If anyone were to touch it, it would be him. And he had a sudden overwhelming urge to strangle Lady Featherington for treating Penelope like some sort of lesser favoured stepchild.
Oh, he could feel that curvaceous voluptuous bottom now, firm under his hands. The soft silk of her dress whispered under his touch. He would kiss her softly, before laying her on his lap, lifting her skirts, pulling down her undergarments, so her ass was bare before him. When his hand stroked her naked skin, his member stirred close to her heated body, while the warmth of his hand made her heart race with excitement.
“Tell me if I hurt you, if I do anything you don’t like,” Colin said, surprised by the way his voice was shaking. They were venturing into a new realm of their love and he was concerned with making this experience a good one.
Although Penelope could not see his face, she assured him she would be well. “You couldn’t, because it is you. You would never do anything that would hurt me.” She thought about her love for him and continued, “I promise you, I will like it all, because I’m with you.”
A strange bubble of joy began to rise within him and he gazed down on her gorgeous form, lying supple on his lap. Colin touched her bare skin with a last reverence, before he pulled his hand away. Penelope protested at the loss of his warmth, but she knew it would get even hotter within seconds. She controlled her breathing, even with all the excitement, because she knew what was coming.
Colin took a deep breath before he took aim. When his hand came down against her skin, a slap echoed in the room. He left his hand on her cheek, soothing it.
Penelope felt a sudden wave of warmth where his hand had connected travelling over her body and at the same time, she felt a painful sting on her cheek. The opposite senses made her body shiver in response and her breath hitched.
“Is this good for you?” Colin whispered, while he kept caressing it, soothing the spot where he had hit her first.
“It is weird,” Penelope murmured and Colin could almost hear the cogs in her mind working to find the words to express what she felt, “Weird, but in a good way—,” was all she managed.
“Do you want to stop?” Colin asked, forever checking if she was still happy with their play, even though they had just started. He wanted her to like this, to try new things and share these intimacies.
Penelope shook her head, “Absolutely not, we have only just started. I want to see, or more precisely feel, where this is going.” Penelope felt very wicked and a wanton at heart, because all she could think of was pushing her ass up in the air, daring him to spank her again.
Those thoughts disappeared when Colin’s palm landed on her ass again, a little harder maybe than the first time. There was less pain, more of the warm glow and something else that lit the inside of her body. Her eyes grew big at the overwhelming senses, her cheeks flushed a gorgeous red and a tiny moan escaped her lips.
“That good, eh?” Colin grinned, when he heard her whimper of pleasure. He was happy her body responded so well. She was not the only one affected by the spanking. His hand rested on her pinked cheek, caressing the soft flesh.
Penelope only nodded her head, still trying to find the words to convey what she felt. She felt loved and cared for and something else.
A moment later, Colin’s hand landed on her ass again. She felt a light sting, before a shockwave of pleasure overcame all her senses. She moaned again, louder this time, her body tingling with the sensation she felt and her inner core sparked to life. She felt— great.
“You still okay?” Colin asked, still concerned for her wellbeing, while his hand caressed her bottom, her body shivered under his touch. She nodded, “It’s — exhilarating, for lack of a different word,” she murmured.
Colin did not hesitate to spank her again, adding a bit extra force and when his hand hit her cheek, her eyes fluttered shut as she was overcome with a mixture of pain and pleasure. Her breathing grew laboured and the spark in her core turned into a fire. She shivered at the duality of his touch, a hard slap followed by a tender caress.
Penelope’s breathing grew strained, when her body aroused from this new way of touching. She had never experienced anything like it, but she could not deny that the sensation of the enduring sting that came with each slap, combined with the rush of blood that was coursing through her body made her extremely needy. Needy for more. And when she moaned again, it wasn’t a moan, nor his name, it was “More!”
Colin grinned at her command and answered with his hand. The moment his hand touched her rouged cheeks, he all but groaned. She was not the only one getting aroused with every resounding slap of his hand.
Penelope whimpered at the buzz, when his hand touched her skin again and caressed her cheeks afterwards. Those clashing touches of hurt and soothing tickled her senses. It took a moment to find her voice, and when she did, she surprised Colin, “I never dreamed I would want you this way.”
Colin’s eyes widened in astonishment, before his cheeks turned a slight red. His Pen was funny and surprising. Even when trying new ways to make love, she surprised him with her daring and flirting. She might be the one on the receiving end of his hand, but he had no illusion of who was in charge. She would keep him on his toes and he liked that a lot about her. He answered her with his hand.
Penelope was heaving by now, her breasts jiggling on the bed covers and Colin could not help himself. He adored those breasts like he adored butter biscuits. He put his hand under her breast and squeezed whenever her breast landed on it. She turned her head back to grin at him. She knew how much he loved to bury himself in her bosom. When she locked eyes with him, something tightened within her. She did not know if it was his touch or the way he was looking at her, but something was making her change. She felt wonderful.
“Do you want more?” Colin asked, while his eyes pleaded yes and her heart soared from his tender care. She nodded and another slap of ecstasy hit her. Her eyes fluttered shut, while she was still looking at him and she bit her lower lip from the vertiginous pleasure of it.
Colin’s breeches grew very uncomfortable. One hand caressing her breast, while the other brought a different pleasure to her cheeks had him straining and dripping.
Penelope felt his member pressing against her belly and she wiggled her hips to tease him back, creating a friction that had Colin groaning, “Oh Pen—“. Penelope looked back at him, daring him to give her more and he ended her provocation with another slap, while he pinched her nipple, tightening her coil further. And she moaned from deep within her body, her toes curling with want.
Colin slapped her again and she groaned, deep vibrations reverberating through her body, while she was grinding on his legs, riding the waves of pleasure that was edging her towards a pinnacle. “Oh God, I never knew you would be so possessive,’ she murmured in her pre-orgasmic state, “It makes me feel so wanted—,” she finished with a sigh.
Colin perked up at her praise, his hands stopped doing what they were doing, when he realised he was indeed very protective of Pen, to the point of possessiveness. She was his.
He wanted her to love this, to love him and to know, when they were lying in each other’s arms, sweaty and spent, that she belonged to him, because he already knew that he belonged to her. “I’ll do anything for you,” he murmured, his voice low and husky with want, a sparkling desire burning through him. Penelope turned around to look at him, her eyes pleading with him to tip her over the edge, she was so very close. “Please finish what you started—“
And Colin’s hand landed on her cheek with a loud slap, reverberating in the room and she followed the intense pleasure as she tipped over the edge, grinding his cock, calling out his name, while Colin spilled his seed.
Colin’s eyes flew open, as his luscious dream rippled slowly back into reality. He was sweaty, something wet clung to his belly, while his heart was thudding in his chest like he had just exerted himself. And he was hard, again.
He was caught between the good manners that had been drummed into his head since birth and the lust that soared through him for his best friend, Penelope. But if he wanted to strangle her mother for slapping her bottom, if he could defend Penelope with such fierce protectiveness, that — that would mean he cared for her. He gasped when the realization hit him in his aroused state.
Colin lowered himself back into the pillows with a sigh, when he realised there was a soft breeze in his room, causing his nipples to pebble. His hand moved to the pebbles and he squeezed them softly, while he closed his eyes and thought back to his dream. Pen, red streaked cheeks on his lap, her fiery curls framing her face, while he slapped that curvaceous bottom with everything he had and she cried out for more.
His member stirred at the thought and Colin rubbed his hand down over the throbbing erection under his sheet. He bit his lip softly, knowing full well he should not sully the image of his best friend, but also realising that there was no way in hell he would be able to stop this lust. His body continued to react to the mental image that was etched on his brain, her squirming ass brushing against the palm of his hand. The same hand that was now stroking his cock.
“Oh, Penelope,” Colin moaned, when he revelled in her daring look, his hand cupping her breast and the other stroking and slapping her bottom. He had held her hand so often during their dances, he could picture her tiny hands on him, touching his groin. He wrapped his fingers around his cock and he began stroking faster, while his other was pinching his nipples.
He saw Penelope’s mouth, full and wide and very kissable and he imagined her nipping and biting on his nipples and he groaned louder, pumping his member up and squeezing at the base. His breath turned ragged with the very image of Pen doing unmentionable things to him.
She was a lady and he was a gentleman, he should never sully her like this. But his mind paid no heed to his logic. He wanted her, oh god, how he wanted her. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to forget her flushed face, her sweaty tendrils plastered to her cheeks, her kissable lips anywhere near his cock, while he stroked and pumped his cock, groaning and panting with every action.
He hoped she would never find out about this visualisation, but now he could no longer stop it. He gave his imagination free rein, her tiny hands tugging and stroking his cock, while she teased his head with her plump lips. When the first wave of his orgasm hit him, he moaned her name, thrusting his cock into his fist, his body shaking with the all consuming pleasure.
As his climax subsided and his breathing returned to normal, Colin wrapped himself in his sheet and curled toward the window, where he watched the fiery red rays of sunshine rise on the choppy water. This would turn out to be a long trip from home indeed if he saw her everywhere, not only in his dreams.