<strong>Hugh, Baron Covington</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/03/Geraint_Baron_Hugh_Covington_Av.jpg)</div>Lucy nods her understanding, and supplies him with a different word, smiling as she does so.<br/><br/><em>"Chrysanthemum, then,"</em><br/><br/>He smiles, given that it is a word he will not readily forget, given the ruckus Lady Kent stirred up upon her arrival about their absence from under the windows of her suite.  He'd had to have the gardener dig up the only bed of them in the garden to replant under the lady's nose.<br/><br/>"Ah yes, chrysanthemum; that will do nicely."<br/><br/>Having committed herself, Lucy seems to have lost her nervousness, though that could be the Port doing it's job.  She does gasp when he touches the nub of her desire, with his finger.  But she tolerates it as ready as she does his other touches.  It seems to him that she is a woman of considerable untouched passion, a thought which he personally finds stirring as well.  That she likes having her arse smacked is beyond a doubt, and a lovely revelation for the Baron.  A woman who enjoys being spanked is definitely a delicious find.  But then she responds to all of his touches, now that she has no good reason not to do so.<br/><br/>Lucy is decidedly aroused already, by the time he finishes his circuit of her body, and hissing at his touches.  Moisture sheens the lips of her sex, and her nipples are prominent and rigid.  She is enough to make even him take a deep breath, and she is quite compliant with his instructions.  She does look at him a bit askance when she sees the blindfold, but nods  when he explains that he intents to do by blindfolding her.  It is a heady feeling for Hugh to have her willing to follow his will and even more so when she does just that.  But it is when she goes beyond his instructions that Lucy becomes decidedly intriguing.<br/><br/>Hugh does absolutely nothing to deter her progress, but he watches Lucy with a growing sense of amazement, as she moves not directly to the couch, but rather to the armoire, where he had caught her last night.  She apparently knows just where to find what she seeks, and blindfolded no less.  He stands very silent as he watches her reject the riding crop, and select instead the flogger.  Clearly she is adventurous in this, but he keeps his peace, just watching her as she works her way back to the sofa.  There she appears to take a moment to ponder her next move, but finally lays down on her belly giving him a lovely view of her arse, which seems to twitch, and full access to her backside.<br/><br/>Hugh has to smile, even a his open hand descends forcefully on her arse without warning … twice.  There are proprieties to be maintained, after all.<br/><br/>"So, you wish to choose your own punishment, do you?  All well and good, but you should show proper respect to your teacher.  Next time you will come to your knees before me to offer it up unto my hands, or it will be the broad of my belt, or a cane, across your arse.  But we shall make do with the flogger tonight, since you are so adventurous.  Hand it to me please."<br/><br/><br/>He waits calmly for her to comply, and when the implement is in his hand, he drags the deerskin tails slowly across  the flesh  of her back., to demonstrate the softness of it's caress, before flicking it down on the muscular part of her back just beneath her shoulders.  It lands with more of a thud than a sting, a kind of sensation that many find as more  stirring than painful, though, others prefer the more stinging blows inflicted by less supple leathers.<br/><br/>"The flogger is related to the cat of nine tails used to administer punishment in the Royal navy.  This deerskin flogger, however, is soft and supple and quite capable of caress, as you will have noticed.  I have a number of different floggers, depending on how much sting you enjoy or wish to tolerate.  But you have picked a very good one to start with."<br/><br/>He continues with caressingly strokes of the flogger, down the more vulnerable parts of her back, using the soft tails as he might trail his fingers. But brings it down again with a distinct thud upon her arse cheeks, several times, before returning to caress, this time on the back of her thighs.  He even drags a few of the leather tails suggestively up between her thighs, before again bringing it down hard on her arse.<br/><br/>"It's not nearly so personal as the palm of a hand, but floggers are almost infinitely variable in their ability to deliver pain, and pleasure.  Some even find release under such attentions.  It is my wish that you do not do so just yet.  So in this case, I will stop if you simply say stop."<br/><br/>After several more strikes on her arse he pauses, gently caressing her heated and reddened flesh with his palm, and fingers.<br/><br/>"Would you like me to continue with this Lucy, or select a different flogger with more sting?  Or would you prefer to sample a different pleasureable pain?"<br/><br/><br/>Edited to add content to unviewed post: