Black Dorn on WIP It Up Wednesday #wipitup

Welcome to Erotic Notions and WIP It Up Wednesday. This next snippet is a continuation from last week's from my erotic medieval romance - Black Dorn.

Set Up – Last week, I set it up that Brawnyn was cast out by her family and arrived in a strange new land. She is an innocent and knows nothing of the ways of the world.

She combed Branwyn’s long red-brown tresses, wrapped them into a tight bun then secured the hair in place with gold pins. She selected a soft-brown gown, trimmed with white lace and silver beads and handed it to her dune. "I will return and escort you to Duna Trea." Dressed in her gown and a pair of white sandals, Branwyn stepped to her window to see some of her new home. Her room overlooked a courtyard. Leah walked toward a man. He held something in one hand while he pointed to a strange chair. Leah faced and bent over the chair. The man lifted her skirts and tossed them over her head. Branwyn gasped and closed her eyes. Leah’s bare bottom was exposed for all to see. She steeled herself, opened her eyes and immediately snapped them shut. The man paddled Leah’s naked bottom! The courtyard was silent, except for the crack of wood on bare flesh. Where were Leah’s howls of pain and protestation? This was never done in public, and certainly not to a grown woman. Only a young child was spanked, and yet Leah accepted her treatment. Branwyn placed her hand on her chest. Her heart pounded. She felt warm and dizzy. Was she suddenly ill? Holding the window ledge, she peered back out. The spanking had ceased and the white flesh of Leah’s buttocks glowed a ripe rosy pink. Leah turned to face her beater and dropped to her knees. She appeared to be repeatedly asking for forgiveness as her head bobbed up and down. He must not be impressed, as he grabbed the sides of her head and shook her harder. With a loud grunt, he forgave her. Leah stood, wiped the back of her hand across her mouth, adjusted her skirts and walked back across the courtyard. Fanning herself, Branwyn sat on the edge of her bed and calmed herself. The air is very warm. I feel as if I may swoon. Why would Leah allow that to happen? She is not a child. And to have her…her…for all to see. It should not be. Leah knocked on her door. "Are you ready dune?" Curiosity is a hard thing to contain, but Branwyn knew her duty. It was time to meet her hostess. She would question Leah later. The castle was large and quiet, and they passed no one in the torch-lit halls. After trailing behind Leah up a long curving staircase, Branwyn paused as Leah opened the door and indicated the way. Branwyn stepped into a vast room with a wood floor. She looked about. Many tapestries hung on the walls. One displayed heroic soldiers crushing an enemy and another portrayed a mother suckling a child by a stream. Others confused Branwyn. On the floor, mounds of pillows were scattered about and a few chairs. Duna Trea appeared, as if from nowhere. "Good morning Dune Branwyn. I trust you slept well and have recovered from your journey." She dropped into a deep curtsy. "Oh yes, Duna Trea. I am quite rested." "Leah serves you well?" "Yes, though we struggle with confusions over language and customs." "Sit down, Dune Branwyn." Duna Trea pointed to a smaller chair as she settled onto a velvet-cushioned one. She ran her hand down the sides of her dress smoothing out the wrinkles. In her youth, the blackness of her dress would have matched the color of her, now speckled with grey, hair. "We must converse. It is time to explain to you why you are here." "I know I have been given to a man. I understand my duty to my uncle and aunt. They raised me and I have been a burden to them. It is time I—" Duna Trea raised her hand. "That is not why. It is because of your wondrous beauty. Are not your cousins of a plainer state? It is most simple. You were gotten rid of. With your smooth, fair skin, bright green eyes, long, thick hair and full, healthy breasts, your uncle saw no chance for a good match for his daughters. " Branwyn started to speak but stopped. She bit her bottom lip to cease its trembling. Duna Trea continued, "A very rich man purchased you and he demands that you be trained to satisfy his specific tastes." "I served my aunt. I was a dutiful niece and learned to cook, sew, play the spinet, read and embroider. People have told me I have an enchanting voice and I know many songs. I am an accomplished young lady." "Those are not the skills your master wishes." "I…I understand there are needs of the bed, but those my husband will teach me." Blood rushed to Branwyn's cheeks at the vaguest mention of husband-wife relations. The duna shook her head. "Listen, Dune Branwyn. You must learn total obedience. You are now a dune. To become a duna you must lose all inhibitions." "When will I become a duna?" "When you’re taken." "Taken where?" Duna Trea sighed. "Not taken where, child, taken how. When a man takes you. When that which makes you a dune is lost, you become a duna." Trea continued, "Did no one teach you anything about relations between a man and a woman?" Branwyn shook her head. "It is not right to speak of these things. One must be pure on one’s…" Trea brushed a stray hair from her face. "When a young girl becomes ripe she must learn to serve. You have much to understand. You cannot properly serve your master without knowing the ways of your body or his. Your instruction begins tomorrow." (I won't be here next week - on a blog hop)




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