Her voice had a genuine ring to it. She really did feel something at being selected in this way to serve the all-powerful Princess of Quireme. Could o...e have called it pride? Maybe ... maybe not. At the same time, Belle also felt a kind of freezing inner dread. A fear of failure. A fear of the consequences of failure. That was understandable enough. “You may have thought,” continued Miss Lirium in a matter-of-fact way, “that standards of discipline in the Quireme Harem are strict. However, as a. She looked hot, but she seemed a little reserved. I was still under the impression this was a study thing, even when she immediatley suggested we head to the pub for lunch.A couple of pints later she was much more relaxed and we chatted idly about nothing.Then out of the blue she asked "Do you want to come back to mine?"In what seemed like an instant we were back at her house, first on the sofa then on her bed. We kissed a while,I knew she was as horny as I was, when she would not let me go.I. I am sorry, Sir." "Good. Now prepare yourself," you tell me. I reply with a "yes Sir, "and bury my face into a pillow and wait for the blows to start. You wait patiently until you see I have relaxed just a little and let the first blow hit. My head comes back and you hear me whine into the pillow."One," you say.You let the blows rain down fast and hard, two, three, four...I am pulling at the ropes and shaking my head from side to side, biting down hard onto the pillow to stifle my. While they naturally had separate bedrooms, she carefully ensured that the Earl slept with her at least once a month, and that he always had an orgasm. As insurance she also slept the next day with a strapping farm hand or groom to acquire some very much more potent semen in her belly. She rarely slept with any of them more than once, and it slowly became apparent to her that she would never conceive the son she wanted to become heir to the title and the estates, which otherwise would go to the.