Ross Poldark

 Spank.   Verity had always been intrigued by the word spank. When she was little, her father would bellow and threaten to spank her when she was naughty, but in fact, her father had never laid a hand on her or her brother, Francis.

The wave of desire that started in her stomach and ended as an ache between her thighs was new to Verity and she decided that she liked it very much and she was certain that only Andrew, her Captain Blamey could soothe it. “Spanker boom,” he had said to her at the ball. At that moment she had fallen in love.

Now, she was going to again  sneak away and see Andrew. The ride had only added to her excitement. How she wished she had the courage to ride astride, but this was no gallop along the cliffs. Verity wanted to seem composed when she met Captain Blamey at his ship.

This would be the third time she’d met with Andrew. The first time on Hendrawna Beach he’d told her about his marriage and how it had ended. The second time they’d met in the woods behind Trenwith and after endless kisses, Verity had confessed her most intimate desire.  Andrew had pulled her roughly to his chest, and to her great excitement had lifted her skirts, softly rubbing her buttocks then striking her derrière with his open hand, before pushing her away. Now she was here to meet him  alone where no one could happen upon them. Though he had an unfortunate reputation, entirely based upon a dreadful accident, Verity was certain she had found her soul mate. And neither  father nor Francis would deprive her of happiness.

After leaving her horse at the town stables, she hurried along the busy streets to the quay where the small ship was tied. To her horror, Verity heard her cousin, Ross, call her name and she hurried on with her head down. She had no desire to explain herself or to put Ross in the middle should her meeting with Andrew be discovered.

When  Verity turned the onto the quay she saw her Captain Blamey waiting by the gangplank of his ship. Verity hurried toward him, his uniform adding to his dangerous yet dashing air.

She smiled at him, and he wordlessly offered her his hand and lead her up the gangplank and to his captain’s quarters on board.

As soon as he shut the door, Verity removed her hat and tossed it on the his desk. She hurled herself into his arms and lifted her face for a kiss.

“My dear,” murmured Andrew as he captured  Verity’s mouth with his own. Verity boldly ran her tongue along the inside of his lower lip before pushing past his teeth to explore. The taste of him, port and faint tobacco, was intoxicating. She was lost in their kissses until her Captain Blamey took her arms from around his neck and held her hands tightly behind her back.

“What a naughty girl you are, Verity.” Captain Blamey stared into her eyes. “What should I do about this?”

Verity tried hard to catch her breath. This new passion made her bold and she said the forbidden. “A spanking, sir. I deserve a spanking.”

“Tell me, Verity. Why do you deserve a spanking?” Captain Blamey demanded to know, a smile playing on his lips.

“I am alone with a sea captain on his ship. A man I have been forbidden to see.”   Verity licked her lips.

“Then turn around, Miss Poldark. Put your hands on my desk and lean forward.”

Verity did as she was told. She felt Captain Blamey lift her skirts and soon her bared bottom was expose to the damp cabin air and though he was behind her,  she could sense Andrew’s pleasure. For though she long been told her face was plain,  she knew round pert buttocks were to be admired.

“Oh, Miss Poldark,” Andrew whispered in awe before lightly stroking her derrière with his finger tips. The soft skin was pale white with just a hint of rose. “Please move your  feet farther apart.” Verity did so, causing her to head to rest upon the desk top and her hips to rise higher. Andrew was bewitched.

“Spank me, sir,” Verity said. Andrew shook himself from his daze. He kept his fingers together as his hand slapped first one cheek and then the other. Soon her bottom was bright pink. He stopped too soothe her skin with his touch and as soon as her breathing calmed he surprised her with four more spanks, harder than the others.  Verity moaned. “More Andrew, please.”

Andrew did as he was bidden. He spanked  Verity four more times, His finger prints were bright against the harsh red.  He pulled down her skirts. “That is all for today.” Andrew would not take the chance of taking her virginity before marriage.That she was bold and hungry for attention was not surprising considering she’d been hidden away at her family home. Andrew would not dare risk their future.

Andrew helped  Verity straighten her clothes. He tied her bonnet under her chin. “Go home before you are missed,” he told her.

“Come to my cousin’s house tomorrow. He said we could meet there.”  Verity smiled up at Andrew. Though she wanted more, she understood the danger wasn’t worth it. Tomorrow at Ross’s they would plan how to tell her family. With her desire of a husband and finding a man who understood and granted her the enjoyment of her secret fantasy, Verity knew she could not rush things. She kissed her lover goodbye.

When Ross read the note from Elizabeth, all he could see was red. The fury was all consuming. He could see that Demelza was speaking, but he could not hear the words. She was an impediment that he had to get past, and later when he thought about that night, he was ashamed he had pushed her out of his way.

Ross didn’t remember the ride to Trenwith. The next thing he remembered was kicking in the front door and making his way upstairs. And then there was  Elizabeth, her long hair brushed and brilliant in the candle light. He had never seen her in nightclothes before, and even though they were arguing, part of his mind was preoccupied with taking her. It had been hard enough to know Francis had stolen what he had always felt was his, but he’d be damned if he gave her up to George Warleggan.  

When she spat at him that she loved George to distraction, the red anger turned to black and he roughly pulled Elizabeth and found her mouth and started kissing her. He was furious. Here he was finally kissing the woman he thought he loved and his kisses were harsh. His lips were bruising her’s and he forced his tongue past her mouth, but he felt her yield and she returned his kisses just as forcefully.

Ross picked Elizabeth up and threw her on the bed. Though she was protesting,  she laid back against the pillows, if she hadn’t wanted him, she could have screamed.  She could have hit him, but instead she wrapped her arms around his neck and let him kiss her. Ross was more tempestuous than he meant to be and pulled back. He licked his lips and kissed her again. He tentatively ran his tongue over her  lips, and when she didn’t protest, he put his tongue fully in her mouth.  Elizabeth instantly responded kissing him back. She didn’t stop him when he pulled her nightdress off. At last, after years of dreaming, her body was his.  

Her breasts were milky white and her nipples were large and deep pink. He started to massage both breasts. Then he sucked one nipple and then the other. He’d never heard Elizabeth moan in ecstasy before. “Elizabeth! Do you like this? “

“Oh, Ross. Please don’t stop.” Elizabeth tangled her fingers in his hair and arched her back.  Ross licked one nipple, then blew on it.  It tightened into a point and he gently took it between his teeth, before turning his head and kissing her other nipple. Then while he still squeezed her breasts he started kissing her belly. He took his hands and pushed her knees apart.

A bower of dark curls crowned her womanhood. Without thinking he kissed her between the legs.  

“Ross, stop! You mustn’t do that!” She was yanking his hair and he took both of her hands in one of his and held her arms behind her head.

“Why, Elizabeth? Didn’t your husband ever kiss you there? Taste your honey?” He growled and bit her neck and was pleased her hips bucked up.

“I..I n-never let him.”  

“Then you will let me.  If you don’t keep your legs apart Elizabeth, you will be sorry.” Ross stroked her cunny. It was wet and and her knees fell open. He took his fingers and opened her gash. “You’re beautiful, Elizabeth.” And he stoked her with his fingers before lowering his mouth and covering her mound completely. His tongue found that little nub of pleasure and he circled it gently until Elizabeth was crying his name over and over. He knew she’d never had any release if this was the first time her flower had been tasted. He would be the first to pleasure her completely. And for the rest of her life she’d think of Ross Poldark every time George made love to her.

“Do you like this, Elizabeth? Should I stop now?”  His cock was rock hard and he had to take his clothes off.

He stood beside the bed and undressed. Elizabeth was heaving.  She looked at his cock, standing at attention. She didn’t know it but she was licking her lips. “I like it, Ross. I like it very much.”

“I am glad.” He got back in the bed and knelt between her legs. Again he he ran his fingers up and down her dripping slit. When he felt that little bud harden he rolled her over on her stomach. He straddled her hips and rubbed her shoulders. He kissed her neck and worked down to her buttocks.  He squeezed her cheeks and kissed her soft skin. He lightly ran his fingers over her bottom. And then his mind went red again.

“Elizabeth, You deserve a good spanking.  You lied to me. You married my cousin and now you want to marry my greatest enemy. “ Ross got up and sat on the side of the bed. “Come here. “ He knew he was being unreasonable. He pulled Elizabeth over his lap and he held her legs down with one of his. His cock was hard and stood erect between his belly and the side of Elizabeth’s breasts. Her ass looked ripe. He bet in her life it had never been struck. And now he would make her beg for him. To strum her after. Margaret had  taught him that a little spanking made a lady’s bits tingle and want more.

Elizabeth was unnaturally calm and didn’t squirm or protest. Ross caressed her gorgeous derriere.  He spread her cheeks and her hips raised as she gasped. Then without warning, he spanked first one cheek and then the other. Twice. Then he lightly ran his fingers over the slight redness.

“Should I stop, Elizabeth?” he asked as he put his finger in her vale, surprised at the amount of jelly he found.

“No, Ross. I think you should spank me hard.” She looked at him, her eyes glowing. “Shall I get my brush?”

Ross held her arm and helped her get to her feet. She glided to her dressing table and returned with the brush and handed it to him. “Kneel on the bed,” he told her and Elizabeth obeyed. Put your face down and he pulled her hips until her ass was in the air.  Again the sight of her bower was too much to resist and Ross dipped his fingers in.  Then he spanked her. Slowly, one side and then the other. When her posterior was bright red, he threw the brush across the room and picked her up in his arms. He placed her in the bed and wordlessly she spread her legs. Again he could tell she was shocked but he knew unless he worshiped her alter with his tongue, he would not be satisfied.

Ross licked her center of attraction and when he again found that secret little bud, he circled it with the tip of his tongue until he thought Elizabeth might pull all of his hair out.  “Should I stop, Elizabeth?”

Her breath was ragged. “Oh my god, no!” And he again slurped and licked and finally her whole body quivered and her bower pulsated and she let go in his mouth.

“Ross what happened?” She lay back panting.

“That is what pleasure is, Elizabeth.” His cock was ready he stroked it and said rather primly, “May I plow the field?” To his surprise Elizabeth took him in hand and guided him to her sugar-hole.

He was finally balls deep in the place he’d dreamed of since he’d gone to America. Elizabeth wrapped her legs around his waist. They didn’t kiss or talk but Ross rode her hard and long until at last he filled her kitty with his cream.

In exhaustion they fell asleep. The sun woke Ross. He jumped out of bed. His head was clear. Clear at last to know he had committed the worse mistake of his life.  He couldn’t look at Elizabeth and could hardly answer her questions. He vaguely promised to come back and talk but at that instant he realized his heart belonged to only one.  

“Are you drunk, my love?” asked Ross not unkindly, for Demelza was quite shy about love making except in the privacy of their bedchamber.

“I am drunk with desire for you,”  Demelza softly moaned.

“What do you desire, Demelza?” Ross asked as he took Demelza’s arms from around his neck and held her hands behind her back.

“Just to please you, Ross.” Demelza’s back was arched from the way Ross was holding her and she felt his mouth on hers, his tongue pushing between her lips before moving down her  décolletage to the tops of her pale white breasts.

“What would please me, Demelza,” Ross said between kisses, “would be you. The food tonight has been lacking and I have quite an appetite.”

“Ross...” Demelza started to object, but Ross pulled her deeper into the trees and he knew that among the woods that bordered  Mingoose were low stone benches that had been there since before he was a boy. Well away from the party and all it’s lights and noise, Ross made Demelza sit. “Unfasten your bodice,” Ross told her roughly as he knelt before her.

“Yes, Ross.” Her fingers trembled as she did as she was told.

“Now unlace your corset,” Ross commanded next and as soon as her breasts were free, Ross, now between Demelza’s knees, began to tease their rosy peaks with his mouth, gently sucking one while his hand caressed the other, alternating attention between them as Demelza started to whimper.

“Ross, people will hear,” she protested as her fingers wove their way into his curls holding his head.

“No one will hear, my love,” Ross said. “ The music will drown out any noise you might make.” As he continued, his hands found the hem of her dress and Ross began to lift the fabric until it was bunched around her waist.

“Ross, what if someone sees?” Demelza gasped, as Ross let his attention wander downward.

“I will be sure they do not,” Ross assured her and he lifted one slim leg and kissed her thigh above the creamy white stocking that was held in place with blue satin ribbon. His stubble scratched the delicate skin in a most pleasing way and Demelza relaxed against the back of the bench, the stone, cold against her bare skin. Ross rested her leg on his shoulder, then began nibbling her other thigh, lifting it so that both Demelza’s legs were around his neck.

Ross marveled that Demelza followed the trend of wearing nothing but stockings under her evening clothes. He silently thanked Caroline for he was sure her influence was behind Demelza’s recent fashion choices. Ross slowly tormented his wife by slowly trailing kisses and gentle bites up one leg and down the other while his hands explored the rest of her body.

“Ross,” Demelza groaned. “ Please,” she pleaded and she didn’t know wether to to pull his head closer or to push it away, his torment of her bordered between agony and ecstasy.

Ross lifted his head. “Was this not what you had in mind, my love?”

“Mmmmm,” was the only sound Demelza could make and Ross returned to the task at hand, ravishing his wife on a public path through the grounds of Mingoose. Ross delighted in making  Demelza writhe and moan he knew just where he could create the most pleasure. Ross finally kissed his way to the center of her passion and he took his time flicking that delicate spot with his tongue until he at last felt the pulsating tremors that told him Demelza was about to find release and when she did, Ross held her still with his hands and and teased her to the brink once more. She called his name as she reached  the height of satisfaction.

Demelza couldn’t move. She felt Ross pull her skirts down and place her feet on the ground. She let him fasten her corset and bodice. Then she stood up and Ross took her in his arms and kissed her long and hard before holding her at arms length and looking her up and down. “I think if you can stop looking like the cat who stole the cream, no one will suspect what you’ve been up to, Mrs Poldark.”

Demelza laughed. They found their empty goblets and walked arm and arm as if they been out for nothing more than a stroll. A servant approached them with a full tray and they both took a glass of wine. Then they slipped back into the party and joined Dwight and Caroline for supper. Dwight wondered why Caroline and Demelza couldn’t stop smiling and were trying desperately not to laugh. “I really have no idea,” said Ross. “It’s almost to the point we can’t take them out in society.”