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slickening channel began to pulse with urgent need.  I did not understand my feelings.  They ranged from anger, fear and pain to desire, pleasure, need and lust itself.  Perhaps harnessing those wayward reckless and wanton thoughts was how Lord Drake and the Viscount sought to tame me for their own sexual needs.  I was helpless but to receive their direction.
    Lord Drake turned me around and trailed his fingers the length of my spine before smoothing his palm over one blushing buttock that had been warmed previously by Lord Grange’s hand.
    “Now, little one, bend over for me and reach for your toes,” Lord Drake commanded in a dark, stern but velvet voice that caressed and warmed my skin unexpectedly, dissipating the fear and humiliation I felt.  Yet still I resisted purely for my sense of propriety and stubborn nature.
    “No, I will not.  How can you treat me this way?  None of you is a true gentleman despite the titles you carry and the power you wield,” I told them angrily, jutting my chin out at them.
    “Do you wish me to bend you, myself, little one?” Lord Drake asked with amusement.  “It seems you respond well to being made to obey.” He grinned at me and then took hold of my hips firmly, bending me with force.  As he did so, he eyed me with concern.
    “I asked you to trust me.  I will protect you with my life,” he urged in another secret whisper.
    I found myself touching my toes and my hair falling in front to greet them with me.   My bare spanked bottom was now on show, thrust out at Lord Drake, the Viscount and the other men in the room.  Through my legs I could see them scrutinise my flesh with hungry devouring eyes.  It seemed I was a tasty dish to be set before the King.
    My sex hung between my legs.  I could not hide the glistening dampness upon it any longer.  My pussy lips felt swollen and heavy.  I was so vulnerable and open to wanton male penetration.  I was frightened, but I clung to the words Lord Drake had uttered to me and allowed myself to believe he would indeed protect me.
    “Open your legs wider,” he told me, giving my bottom a gentle tap.  Unable to resist for the position I was in, I obeyed his command immediately.  I was disturbed by the pleasure I took in obeying his simple request.  I felt a sudden need to please him.
    “Open your legs, woman so that we may examine your anal entrance.  I need to see you a virgin there,” the impatient Viscount said.  Lord Drake softly skimmed his palms over the surface of my buttocks and opened them to bare the puckered entrance of my anus.  I bit my lip at the humiliation of being opened so widely.
    “Blake, she has been spanked but I am not sure if she is red enough for your satisfaction,” Lord Drake told the man. “Do I have your permission to discipline her to your satisfaction?”
    “Yes, I agree.  It will be a treat to see this filly chastised.  But first I must know whether she is a virgin.”
    I felt Lord Drake lean across my back and the black velvet of his coat brush my skin.  My skin warmed with the closeness of his presence.  If I were to be so shamefully examined by a man, then Lord Drake would put some of my unease to bed.  His touch was skillful and artful - designed to dominate and tame yet with a protective and gentle application.
    Lord Drake stroked the back of my hair and leaned towards my ear to plant another kiss.  I felt his breath blow across my ear, sending rivulets of tiny shivers of pleasure across my back and to my throbbing nipples.  He spoke to me as the men commented on the lack of redness to the backs of my thighs and bottom as well as discussing the size and shape of my puckered entrance for anal penetration.
    “I know this is difficult but do everything I say.  I will not hurt you.  And I have to admit you do require a sound whipping for involving yourself with Lord Grange.  If I had not been here, your stubbornness would have got you killed.  The Viscount does not