En cours de chargement...
Isobel's been a bad, bad girl. That's why she's been sent to Lady Spencer's select seminary, where she'll learn to be a lady - or so she thinks. What she'll really learn is how to be a whore, and though she's reluctant at first, her body is all too enthusiastic. She soon surrenders her virginity and is initiated into her new life as a harlot. EXPLICIT: This erotic short story contains explicit scenes of a young lady reluctantly surrendering her virginity to a man who has paid for the privilege of taking it."Isobel, you are a very lovely young lady, " she said, reaching out to fuss with the arrangement of the curls that tumbled over her shoulder."Thank you, my lady!" Isobel could feel herself glow, and then that glow flickered and dimmed at Lady Spencer's next words."And it's that loveliness that caused your little difficulty, isn't it?""Difficulty?" Isobel repeated, trying to feign ignorance.
Lady Spencer just shook her head."I assure you, Isobel, I expect to know every detail about my girls before I let them enter my seminary. Your father was reluctant to tell me the take, but I was insistent." She drew a letter from her bosom, and Isobel recognised her father's hand. "He says that you allowed a stable boy to mishandle you?""No!" Isobel's hands flew to her cheeks in a vain attempt to press back her blushes.
"It's not true!""He says that he walked unexpectedly to check on his horses, and your bodice - ""Don't!""Perhaps you would like to tell me yourself?""I shan't, " Isobel declared. "You can't make me!""Well, my dear, we shall see about that." She tucked the letter away, and moved towards the door. "Come with me, please."Lady Spencer led her through the halls, which now seemed dim with menace. Her father had spoken of putting her sins behind her; how could she do that if they were to be cast in her face now? She glared at Lady Spencer's back as she led the way back to Isobel's room, where the bath had been taken away and the bed remade.
Lady Spencer turned and shut the door, and then stripped Isobel's robe from her shoulders. When she turned to object, she like out a squeal of fright."Lady Spencer, there's a man in here!""Of course there is, " Lady Spencer said calmly. "Do you shake hands like a lady and not carry on like a housemaid, Isobel. Sir Robert, this is Miss Isobel Beaumaris."
