Bridal Lessons - Chapter 48
Struggling to control his volcanic anger, Iscarion glanced at Rosen wriggling on his shoulder. Her clothes had ridden up due to her folded position, revealing her round bxttxcks barely covered by his jacket. Her pale calves, the hollow behind her knees, and her small, pale bare feet, exposed after her slippers fell off, were all in plain view. The thought that someone else might have seen this made his blood boil anew.
Iscarion grabbed the hem of the jacket he had draped over her and the flowing skirt of her negligee, lifting them both up in one swift motion. Fixing them around her waist, he exposed her rounded bxttxcks clad in thin underwear. The cool dawn air of the outdoor garden made Rosen shiver as she squirmed her legs.
“Brother, please don’t… If someone sees…”
“Worried about that, yet you came out dressed like this?”
“Why are you doing this… Ah!”
“I thought you wanted to show everything off. Was I wrong?”
“Please, stop…”
With her skirt pulled up, exposing her bare waist and belly, Rosen’s resistance only made Iscarion yank her underwear down without hesitation. As the dawn light began to pale the sky, Rosen’s peach-like bxttxcks were fully exposed.
Even though she was already outside in flimsy underwear, the feeling of being completely bare was psychologically different. Rosen froze in shock, her breath catching in her throat. Despite stripping his young fiancée in broad daylight, Iscarion remained unfazed, calmly holding her there as if punishing her. Just as Rosen was about to plead with him again, he interrupted her.
“Broth… Ugh!”
Smack!
A large, rock-hard hand struck her bxttxcks with a resounding slap. The fiery pain felt like her flesh was being ripped apart, and Rosen couldn’t finish her sentence, letting out a thin scream. One hit was enough to send a sharp, stinging pain radiating through her lower body, the shock reverberating up to her head. The searing pain made her feel as if her flesh was being shredded.
Even as she groaned in pain, Rosen thought of Joshua, who might still be nearby. The sound of the slap tearing through the quiet dawn was loud. If he didn’t leave, might he notice something was wrong and return? Or would he fetch someone to help her?
“Wait, brother! Joshua might…”
But before she could finish her sentence, another harsh slap landed on her tender skin.
Smack!
With each strike, a red handprint appeared on her soft flesh, trembling from the pain. A low, chilling voice accompanied the next blow.
“Call his name one more time.”
“Stop, please…”
“And see what happens.”
Despite her desperate resistance, Rosen received several more hits on the same spot. Her face, inverted and facing the ground, burned with the effort of holding back her tears.
Iscarion alternated between her soft, bouncing bxttxcks with his unrelenting blows. Her pale skin turned bright red, trembling from the force, but his merciless hand showed no sign of stopping. Her rolled-up underwear acted as an effective restraint, binding her legs and preventing further movement.
“You’d better not make a sound.”
“It hurts…”
“Unless you want all the servants in the castle to see you.”
Even when she had once hidden his prized ancient book in the fireplace, or pulled worse pranks, he had always gently reprimanded her. But this first punishment was brutal. Forced to endure the harsh spanking with her bare bxttxcks exposed, Rosen couldn’t hold back her tears. Yet, fearing someone might come, she swallowed her cries.
She had been trembling, worried about running into someone from the start. This was the entrance to the Grand Duke’s garden, a place where anyone, including guards, could pass by. Despite the pain and confusion, she was acutely aware of this fact.
The castle of the Lutèce Grand Duchy was where she had spent more than two-thirds of her life. She knew most of the knights and long-serving servants by face. It was humiliating enough to be carried on his shoulder like a sack, but if anyone saw her bare bxttxcks getting spanked like a child…
The warm morning sunlight and the scent of climbing roses mixed with the breeze constantly reminded her that she was outside, not indoors.
“Should I have raised you with the rod from the start, seeing how obedient you are now?”
