Image of Repentance
Or Mirror, Mirror, On the Wall, Who Loves Punishing Most of All?
by Tammy Williams

(LaCroix/f, spanking)

Ok, here's another smutty story from me. The character of LaCroix doesn't belong to me, he belongs to James Parriott and Co. - though I'm much nicer than they are *weg*. The other characters sorta belong to me - not explaining the sorta either. :PPP This is another one of the harem stories I've been doing *g*. Send comments to sackett1@mindspring.com. Hope you enjoy it.

Triona stormed through the door of the manor house. She said to Baker, the butler, "Tell everyone to leave me ALONE!!"

The servants got out of her way. The other Cousins (or LaCroix's harem, as they were called) decided they had things to do elsewhere. Only April dared approach her. "Triona, what's wrong?"

"The #$&&#%$&#%$&#% ISP guy!!!!! I want him drained! I want his neck snapped! I want him burnt to a f***ing crisp!"

April backed slowly away from the frenzied Triona. She'd never heard her *really* swear before. The ISP guy was toast - and April didn't want to be the next slice.

Triona slammed into her bedroom and threw her stuff towards the dresser. Someone knocked. "GO AWAY!!!" She yelled. The person knocked again.

She turned sharply and grabbed the doorknob. She yanked it open and loudly said, "What do you want??!!!!!" Then she looked at who was outside the door. Oh, was she in trouble!

LaCroix raised an eyebrow as he looked at her. She backed slowly into the room. "S..s..sir." She swallowed hard. "I didn't realize it was you."

He walked in. "And you would speak to the others in this household like that? I don't think so, Triona."

Triona backed up further. "I'm sorry, General, it's just that the ISP guy was so..so... DAMN mean to me! I completely lost my temper - I just can't believe how condescending and rude he was!"

LaCroix stopped. "Someone was rude? You will tell me who, my dear, and I shall take care of the matter."

She smiled at him gratefully and went over to her desk and wrote down the man's name on a slip of paper and gave it to him. He slipped the note into his pocket, then reached out and ran his finger along her jaw.

"But, Triona?"

"Yes, General?" Triona shivered at his touch.

"That still does not excuse your behavior."

Triona jumped and started backing up again. LaCroix walked towards her with a stern look on his face. "S..s..sir?" He just looked at her. She could feel her stomach twisting.

Suddenly she stopped - she had to - there was something behind her. The dresser. There was nowhere else to go. He was right there.

He put his hands on her shoulders and turned her around. She looked at them in the mirror. "Bend over, Triona." Her eyes closed. Her body shook. "BEND OVER."

Triona bent over. Her hands grabbed the edges of dresser, holding on tight. She knew what was going to happen. And dreaded it. And longed for it.

She felt hands on her waist, unbuttoning her pants. Unzipping them. Sliding them slowly over her hips and down her legs. Lifting one foot to remove the pants, then the other foot. She heard the pants hit the wall at the same time as the hands went back to her waist. Her panties were next.

The hands slid them slowly over her skin. Cool hands on flushed skin. Triona was breathing hard by the time the underwear reached her ankles.

She stood there, clad only from the waist up. His hands slid slowly back up her legs. She could feel his eyes on her bare skin.

The cool hands caressed her bare bottom. She tried not to react, knowing what would be happening, but the feeling of HIS hands, his *fingers* on her bare skin was too much to resist. Her bottom arched into his touch. He chuckled. *WHAP* Triona jumped.

"Triona?"

Her shaky voice replied. "One."

"Gooood, my pet, very good."

*WHAP*

"T..two."

*WHAP*

"Th-th-three."

His hands slid over her red skin, cooling her off, heating her up. His knee slid up between her legs, spreading them apart. Triona gasped.

"Oohhh!" A small moan escaped her as his hand slid down between her legs.

"Oh, my, Triona. This is supposed to be 'punishment'." He chuckled again as he dipped his fingers into her hot wet body.

Her breath was so shallow, it was hardly there. Her body moved to his fingers. She tried not to - she knew he wasn't finished - but her body's desires betrayed her.

She slid herself up and down on his fingers. In and out. All the way in her, all the way out to his fingertips. Wanting them back in, she thrust her bottom back towards him.

*WHAP*

"Four." Her voice was non-existent. Her arms were shaking, barely able to support her.

His hand slid back between her thighs and stroked the length of her, teasing her by not entering her, not playing with her clit. Triona moaned.

*WHAP*

"Five."

She waited. Nothing happened.

"General?"

Nothing. She was about to turn around to see if he had left her there like that when she felt it.

His cold, hard cock. It was sliding into her. Slowly, oh so slowly. It glided through the heat and wetness of her body, all the way up into her.

She screamed. "YYEESSSSSSSSS!!!" His hands were at her waist again, this time pushing up on her shirt. He pulled her shirt and bra off at the same time and threw them to the side.

Triona thrust herself back against LaCroix, her eyes closed tight as she felt his hands slide up to cup her breasts. His talented fingers teased her nipples as he moved slowly in and out of her.

Triona opened her eyes and looked into the mirror. She shuddered in delight at the sensual image before her - him behind her, touching her, caressing her, while she wantonly rubbed herself against him, delighting in the sensations.

He leaned forward and kissed the side of her face. He nibbled on her neck. Every muscle in her body tightened when she felt his fangs scrape against her skin. She could feel him smile at her reaction. He thrust quicker, harder. A small whimper escaped her.

One hand slid back down her stomach, leaving a cold trail that heated up quickly as his fingers began rolling her clit between them. Triona's body rocked uncontrollably between his hand and his cock.

She looked into the mirror again, to gaze at the image again, but found herself trapped by his eyes. His eyes. Looking into hers in the mirror. Watching her watching them. Watching her enjoy his 'punishment'. His eyes. Oh, gods, his eyes.

Triona came. Her body shuddered, shook. She screamed. Her arms and legs gave out, only his body held her up.

The hand on her breast moved up to cup her chin. It turned her head to the side, exposing the line of her neck. He leaned forward, running his lips along her skin, seeking the perfect spot.

He found it. His fangs speared through her flesh, hitting a vein. His cock and hand continued pleasuring her. Triona cried in ecstasy.

Blood spurted into his mouth. Hot blood. Delicious blood. Triona couldn't even raise her arms to hold his head to her neck.

He stiffened and moaned into her neck. Then she felt the cold spilling into her body - he was coming.

He drank. And came. Triona came again at the sensations of being filled and drained simultaneously. When he withdrew his fangs, she fell forward onto the dresser, still thrusting back against him.

He leaned over her and kissed her shoulder. He was breathing hard - cool breaths against her burning skin. She shook uncontrollably.

He stilled. She quivered. He pulled himself from her. She moaned. He laughed and picked her up. He lay her on her bed and pulled a blanket over her. "Now, Triona, promise to be a good girl?"

Triona laughed. "Stay with me, General."

"Oh, I'll be back, but I have rounds to make, my pet."

He picked up his clothes and walked out of the room, leaving a very happy, tired woman laying on the bed. She had completely forgotten about the ISP guy.

But LaCroix hadn't.

the end..............