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    He moved both fingers at the same time.  The ache for release became deeper and so intense, I became breathless.  A cry rose from my lips when he made contact with a small membrane in my pussy.  He pushed at it, once more raising another helpless cry of small pain from my lips, and then very gently removed his finger.  He patted my bottom and took away his finger from my dark entrance.
    “The hymen is intact.  Lady Gerard is most definitely a virgin, Viscount.” There was glee in his voice but it sounded forced, and I strongly believed I could detect a high concentration of anxiety for my plight.
    “A virgin,” the Viscount said and clapped his hands together.  “Beautiful.  She is indeed a prize.  If I can tame her stubbornness, I will be able to sell her to the highest bidder.  Spank her, Lord Drake.”
    “It will be a pleasure,” Lord Drake said. His voice sounded strained.  “Bring me a chair,” he requested in a hardening, impatient voice.
    I was raised to standing and lifted up under his arm.  He moved towards a red padded chair with gold gilt and sat down laying me over his knee.  I did not relish the thought of being spanked again and my temper returned.  I kicked at Lord Drake, not relishing the prospect of being spanked to crimson.  But Lord Drake appeared not to be ruffled by my behaviour.   Before I could kick any more, his hand was raised and I was receiving the first of his powerful strikes as he gave me a sound bare-bottom spanking.  I squealed and bleated much to the amusement of all those in the room.  His flat palm caught the backs of my thighs low and hard, alternating between delivering firm blows and swats to my buttocks and the backs of my thighs.  Both body parts stung and burned.  The heat rose in to the ether to press down upon my naked flesh.  The application of Lord Drake’s hand to my bottom was skillful, unlike Lord Grange’s.  He caught the tenderest parts, flaring my nerve endings in to life with pain.
    I whimpered and sobbed like a babe in arms.  But underneath my pain, I felt sodden between my thighs and my clit throbbed.  Feelings of pain and pleasure mingled and fought for control in my mind.  A part of me appeared to derive sustenance from Lord Drake’s firm discipline.  I even felt strangely protected by his will to chastise me.  What I could not bear was to be so publicly taken to task.  Shame burned over my body and produced fresh tears.  I considered how the men would view my quivering pale bottom as it jumped to Lord Drake’s attention every time he slapped it hard.  How I bucked and writhed, mimicking the sexual act, dampening his breeches with my unfathomable arousal.  I was ashamed of my own wanton thoughts and reaction.
    Eventually the pain of my spanking was to end abruptly.  When Lord Drake’s palm touched me next it was with soft gentle care.  He smoothed and rubbed at the blazing rawness covering my bottom.  I hung limp and penitent over his lap, wondering what was to come next in my examination.
    “Her bottom is a beautiful crimson now and she is thankfully quiet.  I always say a good hard spanking goes a long way to stop a woman’s stubbornness,” Lord Drake informed our audience.
    I raised my head from the floor, surprised when I felt him brush his lips gently across my buttocks as he stroked them with his fingertips.  His touch eased the pain in my nerves and soothed my fear even as the men stood around me to view my scorched bottom.
    “I must touch it.  I do so love to feel the heat on a filly’s bottom from a spanking,” the Viscount said reaching out his hand.  I whimpered at the very thought of being touched by the vile man. Thankfully, Lord Drake would not permit it.
    All of a sudden, Lord Drake was rising from his chair and pulling me with it to standing and slipping his fingers under me to cup my sex.  Carefully he slipped his finger between my pussy lips.  I bent my head, unable to look up at the