| MORIA PART 2
She woke with a start, sore and aching from the cold ground—with
a curious, throbbing heat in other parts of her body--to the infernal
chirruping of morning birds. Morning! Pale sunlight had broken
through the trees—the same old trees she’d always known. Not the
scary apparitions they’d been in the dark.
Moira’s clothes were wrinkled and stained, but she managed to
put them on, dressing like a woman in a trance. She followed the
familiar path toward home. “Where’ve ya been, Moira O’Leary? Are
ya all right, then? Your Aunt is half sick with worry. Traipsin’
all over yonder like a common woman, is it? You’ll not be doin’
the like while you’re under my roof, missy!” Uncle Liam stared
at Moira like he’d never seen her before. She wisely kept her
own counsel.
“Git to your room, ya hussy, and clean yourself up afore your
Aunt can see---Ah, I’ve a good mind to…to…” And still he couldn’t
say it, Moira thought sadly. Liam could no more say the word,
than he could do the deed. “To…what, Uncle? What would you do
to me if you found out I’d been so wicked?” Moira’s calm green
eyes weighed her Uncle Liam’s resolve. Maybe this time? “What
I shoulda done a long time ago! This day you’ll feel me belt,
Moira, me fine girl! See if you don’t! …Now, git outta me sight
afore I lay into ya right this second!” Liam’s shaking hand actually
went to the clasp of his belt.
Moira splashed cold water over her body. She felt the soreness
up between her legs from passion’s pleasure; her thighs sticky
with the Prince’s rapture—and her own milky juices. She washed
carefully as for her wedding day, Moira did. Then she took a cold
cloth and bathed her prickly bottom. It would not do for Uncle
Liam to see her fanny all red and swollen from another man’s hand…
Not when he finally got the gumption to punish her. She dressed
primly, neatly, and went to her chores like any other day. Though
today neither Aunt Hetty or her Uncle would speak to her. The
shame in their eyes damned her to Hell for the slut she was. Never
again would Moira be their innocent little girl-child.
“Git to your room, lass. I told you you were to be gettin’ me
belt—and now’s the time.” It was after supper, the clean up over.
The table and the sideboard well scrubbed. “Put on your nightdress—no
underthings.” Liam’s face turned red, and he averted Moira’s eyes
like the very plague. “You behave like a common woman, then you’ll
be punished like one. On the bare hind end, me girl! Me belt’ll
learn ya’ to be a marked woman, all right! And I’ll be laying
into you every night for a week, I will. You’ll not be disgracin’
this house ever again!” Poor Uncel Liam was almost beside himself.
He held back tears of grave disappointment in his Moira, then
stormed out of the house for a much needed smoke. “Too cool off,”
Moira reckoned.
“I’m sorry, Aunt Hetty. I love you and Uncle…” Her aunt sniffled
in disdain, looking away from her dejected niece. “You’ll do as
he says, Moira. He’s goin’ to whip your backside till you’ve learned
your lesson. Girl, I never thought I’d live to see this day!”
Aunt Hetty ran off to the back garden, and started weeding the
rows with a vengeance. …Moira waited patiently. She lay face down,
bent over the side of her bed. Her nightdress was pulled up about
her waist. Her proud bottom was now completely naked, and the
girl was more than ready for her punishment to commence.
“Moira, this hurts me more than it will you, lass.” No it won’t,
Moira chanted under her breath. “No, it won’t hurt you…” Aloud
she humbly murmured her assent. “Yes, dear Uncle Liam, I’m so
sorry…” THWACK! The first lash fell. Moira gasped at the pain.
THWACK! Another stroke landed directly on the first. THWACK!!!
Before she knew it, Moria’s lips were bitten raw. Uncle Liam’s
belt flayed her backside till all she felt were tongues of fire.
His attention turned cruelly to the backs of her thighs—these
he striped a vivid scarlet as promised. Slowly. Methodically.
Liam continued to whip his niece’s bare bottom, trying like the
divil not wince with each stroke. Moira wept. She pleaded for
him to stop. The scorching pain was like nothing she’d ever known…
His keen disappointment in her cut like a knife. How could she
have ever wanted this? “Git on up to bed, young woman, you’re
whippin’ is done for tonight. You’ll not be leavin’ this house
for a month of Sundays. ‘Cept for Mass. God knows you’ll be needin’
the Good Lord’s forgiveness.” Uncle Liam wound the belt over the
footboard of Moira’s bed. “This is the last thing you’ll be seein’
afore you sleep. And the first thing you see when you wake. You’ll
mind me, Moira, me girl. A good whippin’ every night for a week.
No more. No less. Like I promised.”
Moria crawled between the bedclothes. Lying bottom up, her tears
soon soaked her pillow. Her fanny was a raging inferno, and she
kicked off the sheet that weighed upon her punished flesh. …“Is
this anyway for a Princess to greet her Prince? Like a spoiled
brat of a girl?” Her eyes opened to the dead of night. The strapping
young man sat by her side, his large hand lightly stroking her
poor rump. Soothing the roiling burn with just the touch of his
fingers. “My Prince? Is it really you? You’re really here?” He
chuckled softly, patting her scarlet bum gently. “It is I, you
naughty temptress! I see you’ve finally gotten what you’ve wished
for. Hmmnn? Not quite what you expected, my pouty Princess?” He
lifted her from the bed and sat her on his lap. Moira twitched
in pain, but the Prince held her firmly in place. “Uh, uh, me
girl, you’ll learn to take your medicine!” She leaned against
him. “I like your spanking much better, Sire.” Moira snuggled
deeper into his arms. The Prince kissed her nose. “Yes, I’m sure
you do, precious one. And I’d much rather do the spanking of your
naughty bum than see poor Liam suffer the honors!” The Prince
laughed and kissed Moira hard on her raw lips. “But, Moria, me
darlin’, you wished for this to happen nearly every day of all
your earthly years. So, we granted your request. We kept you out
in the glen all night long, worrying your Aunt and Uncle till
they had no choice but to punish you severely.”
“You did this? On purpose?: Moira’s face fell. “So it was all
just a game… I’m not your Princess after all?” Hot tears started
again, and she tried to scurry away from him. “You are my Princess,
Moira. I’ve chosen you. But… Before you can escape with me into
our realm, your last chain with this life must be broken. Liam
must complete your whippings. You must endure them, sweetness.
…Only then can I claim you as mine.” This time Moira raised her
lips, and kissed her young man fully and freely with her newly
aroused passions. “I’ll be here to comfort you. After.”
He caressed her boldly, fondling and kissing her breasts through
the cotton night dress. Kneading and massaging her enflamed buttocks.
The prince turned her around on his lap, with her facing away.
Thighs straddled thighs. Lifting her crimson seat, his throbbing
cock found purchase once more in her tight, velvet sheath. “AHHH!
Moira, me girl, you’ve captured my very soul” The Prince gasped
and grunted, impaling the panting girl up and down upon his rigid
shaft…. And true to the Prince’s word, after each Uncle Liam whipping,
he appeared at Moira’s side. He’d make love to her till her tears
and pain were forgotten. Showing her who was her rightful Master,
the Prince often spanked her face down over his knees till the
sun peaked through the clouds. And then he was gone. …At the end
of the last belt stroke of the last whipping, Uncle Liam hugged
his niece, and told her she’d been a good girl to take her punishment
so well. “Never again, Moira, me girl. Never again will I raise
me hand to your bottom. I know you’ve learned your lesson, and
you’re our good girl again.”
He nodded his head, and smiled at her. “Never again, Uncle Liam,
I promise you.” She whispered, and hugged her dear Uncle in farewell.
Moira threw off her nightdress. Brushed away her tears. And naked
as the day, she waited for her Prince.
THE END |