She strips for trucker while hubby watches.
The hand crept up further, resting on her upturned bottom for a moment. She felt him adjust himself on the bed and the hand snaked up her back, nails lightly brushing her spine, until they reached the nape of her neck and he began to stroke her hair.
"Please stop... Help! Someone! I'm being attacked!"
Trying to call for help only made him gently hush her as he continued to run his hands through the tresses of her hair. But obviously as his hands wandered elsewhere and her screams and entries for assistance went on abated, he tired of the racket she was producing. He left the bedside for a brief moment and came back to sit at the head of the bed. In the middle of an outcry, Alexandria recoiled as he stuffed a gag into her mouth.
"There you go, princess. Fits nice and snug." He said, as he secured the gag with straps that ran behind her head. "Now nobody would be able to recognise you. Imagine, the princess, of Corrongate no less, stripped naked, tied and gagged, like some oriental concubine." He smacked her ass and she moaned into the gag.
"You like that don't you? All of this has turned you on hasn't it? Being abducted on your front doorstep; naked in front of a stranger; pawed over by him... For all your airs, you ain't much different from the wenches I bring in from the village. But I've got something for you. I'm sure you'll love it, princess."
With that he went away, leaving Alexandria bound and helpless. Going through her head was the molestation she had been witness to, her future in his hands, and the burning question: who, after all, is he? For she was unable to identify his voice.
Soon he was back and the answer to her first query was resolved. The distinctive sound of a cane cutting into the air carried to her ears. She couldn't believe that he was going to use a cane on her. Who did he think he was? Flashbacks of her first night with her husband, all those months ago, leapt to Alexandria's mind. How he had been about to whip her, but decided not to in the end. It looked like she was going to find out what she had missed now. Feeling the cane lightly touch her bottom, she shied instinctively away from it, but there was nowhere for her to go. She had escaped its kiss before by being as submissive and docile as possible to her husband, but there was no way she could bargain with her captor in her current position. Rubbing the cane back and forth across her ass, he murmured:
"There, there, it's about time someone took you in hand... though by the looks of things, this is not the first time you've had something laid across those rosy cheeks. Did my little princess misbehave in her big castle? Was she punished severely? And I was so hoping I would be the first man to whip you."
With that he brought his arm up and with a crack brought it down again.
"Owwwww," she screamed, her voice muffled by the gag, her legs straining at their restraints.
"Ha, I think I've hit a nerve, no?"
Taking a sadistic delight in her expectation of the pain to come, he stroked her bottom with the cane and lifting it once more pretended to strike. The whistling of the cane made her flinch and clench her cheeks together.
"We can't have that, can we princess? Relax." He softly massaged her buttocks with one hand. "I said relax! Things will only go harder for you if you disobey me." Hating herself for it, Alexandria did her best to comply, fearing the worse if she resisted.
"That's much better," he whispered. He then proceeded nevertheless to lay into her with the cane, until she was thrashing franticly around, weeping into her gag. After a while he tired. Her bottom was now a deep shade of red, criss-crossed with welts.
"Don't think I'm done with you yet, girl," He said as he came around to the head of the bed and pulled off her blindfold in one quick jerk. "Recognise me?"
Through her tear-filled eyes, she looked up and saw the Baron; he had a longer title of course Munchhausen---- of some house or other, but throughout the land he was generally known simply as the Baron, so was his reputa