An Unacceptable Arrangement (12 page)

Frederic went off to
work the next morning but not before warning Cassandra that she was
to start accepting callers. She now knew that if he gave an order,
he meant it. She dreaded the arrival of callers that day.
Whoever comes calling, please let it be someone who is not stuck
up or a gossip
, she prayed.

To her delight, when the Butler bowed with
his tray of calling cards, there were only two – from her dear
friends Nanette and Paulette. Cassandra was thrilled, they were the
least snobbish girls in the world and would probably think her home
was wonderful and even if they didn’t, they’d never say so.

Helmut actually appeared pleased when she
gave him the go ahead to admit the callers. Soon the girls were
standing in her presence and the three of them gathered each other
into a group hug and squealed, hopping up and down. Cassandra wiped
away a tear; she’d forgotten how wonderful it was to see familiar
faces, especially those two dear ones.

“Dearest Cassandra,” Nanette smiled as she
and her sister Paulette wiped away tears. “You married so quickly
and then disappeared off the face of the earth. Finally your mother
told us where you were staying. Is this your new home?”

“It’s our London home. My husband... we...
also have a large estate in Germany.”

“Quite impressive for a second home, I’d
say.” Paulette said, looking around in awe. Cassandra smiled at
her, she knew the girls would like her home. She proudly gave them
the grand tour. When they returned to the parlor, the butler was
setting an elaborate tea service. Evidently Cook had also been
pleased that the mistress had callers and had quickly and
skillfully put together a lovely tea. There was a tri-level platter
filled with little sandwiches and petit fours and a platter of
fresh fruit and cheeses, as well as fresh scones and marmalade.
Cook had provided both tea and coffee, knowing her mistresses’
fondness for the drink. After the servants had left them alone,
Paulette began, “And how do you like keeping your own
household?”

“My husband was a bachelor for a very long
time,” Cassandra smiled in response. ”The house pretty much runs
itself.”

Nanette asked, “So who did you end up
marrying, this Baron Von Dresden? Was he at the ball? None of us
had ever heard of him.

“Do you remember The Mystery Man?” Cassandra
asked.

Nanette grew quiet as her eyes opened wide.
“That’s Baron Von Dresden? The one with the stunning eyes? Why
Cassandra, he’s the only man you even mentioned that night and you
pointed him out to me twice. How very amazing that you ended up
with him, of all people!”

Paulette asked, “Was he the only man who
caught your eye that night?”

“Well, yes, I guess so,” Cassandra admitted,
nodding thoughtfully.

“Perhaps you would have found your way to
each other even without your father’s help.” Paulette smiled. She
was a great believer in pre-destiny and soul mates.

Nanette was still filled with wonder at the
coincidence. “And he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her the entire
night.”

“I’m sure there were many men who couldn’t
keep their eyes off of the Lady Cassandra, the Deb of the Year.”
Paulette grinned at Nanette knowingly.

“What are you talking about?” Cassandra
asked.

“For goodness sakes, didn’t you see the
Times
the next day?” Nanette exclaimed. “There was a picture
of you dancing with the Prince. Everyone was predicting that you’d
be named the top debutante but then we all heard you’d married and
you just dropped off the face of the earth.”

“Was it much of a scandal?” Cassandra asked,
fearful of the answer.

“A bit,” Nanette admitted, as Pauline threw
her a disapproving glance. “Really sister, she might as well know
the truth.”

“And how has the season been?” Cassandra
eagerly asked, bored by the scandal talk. There was nothing to be
done about that now. She wanted to hear all about the parties and
balls she’d been missing.

“Oh you know,” Nanette replied, “It’s the
same people at every event. At first it was exciting but now we all
just sit and stare at each other and gossip about who is taking up
with whom.”

Cassandra smiled at her, dear Nanette, only
she would make Cassandra feel as if she wasn’t missing out on a
thing.

“Who
is
taking up with whom?”
Cassandra asked, leaning forward and wanting to hear some good
gossip.

Nanette told her how the widowed Duke of
Crandon had finally found love again with one of the girl’s aunts
who had been chaperoning at one of the balls. Everyone was pleased
that he’d found someone closer to his own age, and they seemed
quite taken with one another. Cassandra asked if Nanette was still
interested in the second Wimbledon boy. Nanette replied vaguely in
the negative but her outspoken sister Paulette piped up with the
real reason.

“That young man is more interested in horsing
around with the other single gentlemen than in keeping company with
any of the ladies.” The girls all laughed at this, even
Nanette.

The subject of domestic discipline came up.
Paulette squirmed uncomfortably in her seat and admitted that her
hotheaded husband seemed to be partial to taking her hairbrush to
her sit down spot whenever he was unhappy with her. Cassandra
shared that her husband didn’t discipline her often but when he did
it made quite a memorable impression. Nanette eagerly took all of
this in; she was both thrilled and terrified over the idea of one
day having a husband who would see to her in such a fashion.

The girls talked for a long time, staying
much longer than the customary fifteen minutes and when Frederic
arrived home that night he was very pleased to find that Cassandra
had become reacquainted with the two friends she’d told him so much
about.

The next Sunday at breakfast, Frederic and
Cassandra were passing the travel section of
The
Times
back and forth to each other. Frederic pointed out a
lighthouse tour; Cassandra was interested in lighthouses and he
thought she might be interested in a trip of this type. Cassandra
admitted that it sounded intriguing and then showed him a small
article about a cemetery tour in northern England. They were both
history buffs and agreed that such a tour could be quite
fascinating.

“Well,” Fredric said, shaking out the paper
and reassembling it, “Perhaps it is time for you and I to take a
small trip. Wouldn’t that be nice?” Cassandra agreed, it wasn’t a
proper wedding trip but at least it would be something. It sounded
affordable and it would be nice to get out of the house for a
change.

“I will make the arrangements. My affairs
will be in order in a couple of months and we should be able to
steal away for four or five days.” He patted his wife’s hand and
then rose. He put his hand out to his little wife and helped her to
her feet and then led her towards his rooms.

Cassandra smiled, her husband was a creature
of habit and liked to return to bed after Sunday breakfast and
indulge in some leisurely lovemaking. She reflected upon her
husband’s strengths. He wasn’t a bit hotheaded, she had never seen
him show the slightest amount of rage and he was quite patient with
her displays. Perhaps he was closer to the sort of husband she’d
wanted all along than she’d originally thought. Whether or not that
was true, she knew in her heart of hearts that he was definitely
the kind of husband she’d needed.

Frederic quickly undressed his little wife
and arranged her on the bed in one of his favorite positions with
her tummy on a pillow and her bottom in the air. He went into the
water closet and returned gloriously naked and with two items she’d
never seen before. One was a jar of some sort of lubricant and the
other was an item that made her squirm. It was black rubber and
looked somewhat like a cork from a wine bottle but with a bulging
bulb at the top. Frederic noticed her squirming and directed her to
take hold of the headboard and not let go. She couldn’t help it;
she continued to wriggle, drawing her knees up under her. But
somehow that position made her feel all the more vulnerable, even
though her husband was allowing it. She lowered her knees and held
still, to her husband’s approval.

“Do you remember my saying that I intended to
one day avail myself of all of your openings?” Frederic asked. She
reluctantly nodded; remembering when he’d first touched her in that
most private place and said that he intended to claim her there
too. She’d hoped that day would not come for quite some time but
apparently time had run out. He sat down beside her. Cassandra let
go of the headboard and tried to rise but Frederic’s smile turned
to a frown.

“You are not holding still, wife. Do you need
to be restrained?”

“Oh no, Sir,” she mewed. “Please no Frederic,
don’t.” She hated being tied in place but her husband seemed to
have a fondness for it. She groaned as he gathered two silk ties
and proceeded to tie her hands to the iron headboard.

Once again he sat beside her and showed her
the items in his hands.

“This, beloved, is an anal plug. It can be
used for many things. For example, when you are being cleansed I
will have it inserted in your bottom to help you hold your
enemas.”

Enemas! Cassandra looked at him with
disbelief. She used to have them when she was small and sick but
not as an adult. Could he... would he... order that to be done to
her? Who would do it? Him? He didn’t say he’d insert it, he said he
would have it inserted. She shuddered at the thought.

“But otherwise,” he continued, “We will use
it to enlarge your anal opening in preparation for the insertion of
my manhood. I do not know if you are aware of this, my lucky little
wife, but I am larger than most men. You will need to be prepared
for my entry.”

Cassandra flushed and tried to pull away from
the headboard but her husband had tied her tightly and there was no
way to flee. She whimpered as she watched him apply a generous
amount of lubricant to the black plug. “Please Frederic, please,”
she begged as quietly as she could. She didn’t want anyone to hear
this.

“I am moving as quickly as I can my dear, be
patient,” he replied, smacking her rump smartly. He well knew his
wife’s propensity for skittishness. His little filly was already
bucking and trying to crawl away. He had developed a sixth sense
about when restraints would be needed.

“No, you don’t understand. I don’t want you
to...” but before she could continue she felt his finger penetrate
her opening. She squealed as he applied lubricant to her bottom by
repeatedly inserting his finger and withdrawing it.

“Calm down, Cassandra. Does it hurt?”
Frederic asked in that matter-of-fact way of his. Cassandra stopped
writhing about and focused on what was happening. “Well, answer me.
Does it hurt?”

“No, it doesn’t hurt exactly... it just
feels... well... I’m afraid... I might...” She couldn’t believe she
was talking about these matters out loud!

“Hmmmm,” Frederic responded. “Perhaps you’d
be more comfortable if you were cleansed before we traveled down
this particular... ahem… path?”

“AArrrgggh” Cassandra threw back her head and
yelled. Sometimes being married could be a pain in the... She
turned and looked back as her husband approached her with that...
thing... that black thing. “I would prefer not to travel down this
path at all!”

Her husband chuckled and lovingly parted her
cheeks, examining her bottom hole. She fought the intrusion of the
plug though with all of her might as her husband wriggled it from
side to side trying to seat it.

“Cassandra, you must relax and bear down.
Open yourself up to it.” Frederic patiently explained.

“And why should I?” Cassandra pouted,
although it didn’t have the same effect when her husband was
studying a very different part of her anatomy than her face.

“Because I wish it,” and that was all her
husband needed to say. Cassandra bore down as instructed and felt
it slip inside. She groaned as he pushed it in deeper and flushed
at the image she must present with that ridiculous thing sticking
out of her. Her knees inched upwards of their own accord and soon
she was squatting like a little frog.

Cassandra whimpered; it felt uncomfortable.
And if that item, which was much smaller around than her husband’s
unmentionables, felt uncomfortable, how would it feel to have his
manhood inside of her... wider... deeper... moving... pumping? She
groaned at the thought.

“Per... perhaps it would be better to be
cleansed first, my Lord,” Cassandra whispered, not believing that
she was volunteering to participate in such a thing.

And that is how Cassandra found herself the
next Saturday afternoon, lying on her bed in nothing but her
dressing gown, watching a visiting nurse prepare a large rubber bag
with a sudsy solution. Frederic had apologized for not attending to
such matters sooner. Apparently it was quite the thing in his
country to have the women folk cleansed on a regular basis by a
visiting nurse. Frederic swore that his mothers and sisters
regularly submitted to such a thing, although only his mother and
older sisters were seen to by the nurse, the little ones were
attended to by their nannies. Cassandra flushed. Soon this stranger
would be shoving – she gasped aloud as the saw the nozzle the woman
was planning to use – a very large nozzle deep inside her.

“Must... must we use that particular nozzle?”
she asked the older woman plaintively?

“This equipment is provided by your husband.
It’s all there is.” The woman replied curtly. Cassandra felt like
crying. The woman was unpleasant and the experience she was about
to undergo seemed even more so. The nurse left the equipment
hanging from a pole and then produced what appeared to be a large
piece of rubber and spread it on the bed.