Her Victorian Bottom Thrashed
It was the night of the posh Victorian ball and Lady Abigail had decided to attend. Having been raised in a wealthy family, she was used to the highest of standards and the grandeur of the event was still quite a sight to behold.
The decorations were ornate and lavish, and the guests were wearing the finest of clothes and jewellery. Abigail stood out, however; her bright red gown was a stark contrast to the muted colours of the other ladies.
Abigail had been sure not to under dress for the occasion; she wanted to make sure that all eyes were on her. Although she felt self-conscious, she wanted to push her boundaries and show everyone what she was made of.
When the dancing began, Abigail was caught up in the romantic and elegant waltzes. She felt the warmth of the room and the excitement of the other guests and found herself letting go of her inhibitions and dancing with an abandon that she had never done before.
Just as the music reached its climax, a tall, handsome man approached Abigail and asked her to dance. She hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding with anticipation, but then she nodded and took his hand.
The man took her in his arms and they started to sway to the music. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony and Abigail felt herself melting into him. As they moved, their faces drew closer and closer until their lips met in a passionate kiss.
Abigail felt a shudder of pleasure as her tongue explored his mouth and her hands ran over his body. The man responded to her touch and his kisses grew more urgent and demanding as he pressed his body closer to hers.
They slowly moved off the dancefloor and towards a nearby garden. Once inside, the man led Abigail towards an area shrouded by trees and bushes. Here he pushed her against the trunk of a tree and began to kiss her with even more intensity.
Abigail felt her pulse racing as he continued to kiss her neck and she gasped with pleasure as he began to unbutton the back of her dress. His hands moved expertly over her curves as he removed her clothes and she was soon standing naked in front of him.
He stepped back and looked at her with a smirk on his face. ‘You are a vision of beauty, Lady Abigail,’ he said before pushing her against the tree again and running his hands up and down her thighs. His fingers explored her body and teased her nipples before they moved lower and began to stroke her wet, sensitive area.
Abigail felt a surge of pleasure course through her body and she arched her back as his fingers teased her clitoris. Her breathing became heavy and faster and her moans grew louder as her pleasure intensified.
The man took her shoulders in his hands and turned her around so that she was facing away from him. He then grabbed her wrists and placed them above her head before pushing his hips against her bottom and pressing his hard manhood into her soft flesh.
Abigail gasped in shock and pleasure as his length moved against her. She felt the tip of his member pressing against her and she closed her eyes, her mind whirling with the mixture of sensations.
The man then grasped her hips and lifted them up before thrusting his manhood deep inside her. Abigail cried out in delight as he moved inside her. His thrusts were hard and deep and he pounded her with a passion that she had never before experienced.
As pleasure coursed through her body, Abigail couldn’t believe what was happening. She felt like she was on the edge of an orgasm and it felt like she was the only one in the world.
Finally, Abigail felt her body quiver and the pleasure reached its peak. She screamed out in pleasure as her orgasm rocked her entire body.
The man continued his thrusts until he too reached his peak and he finally collapsed onto her. For a moment, they were both still and silent, until the man finally stirred and slowly moved away from her. He then helped her to her feet, kissed her tenderly on the lips and looked into her eyes.
‘Thank you for such an amazing experience, Lady Abigail,’ he said before taking her hand and leading her back inside the grand ballroom.
Abigail was an emotional wreck as she got dressed in the hallway. She felt a deep sense of release and satisfaction and she felt more alive than ever before. She knew that she wanted more of these experiences, and she would make sure that her Victorian bottom was thrashed on a regular basis.
