When Vincent Wilkinson drops his mouth on the Board of Governors, it falls to his mother, Elizabeth Wilkinson, only to Lord Holloway-Azulla for mercy. Wendell decides that Elizabeth needs to see what true discipline looks like.
~xXx~
"Do you want to know something honest, Ms. Wilkinson?" Wendell said seriously. "I really see no reason why I should even consider your request for mercy."
Elizabeth lowered her head even further, almost touching the ground now. It shames her to be so submissive to anyone, let alone a half-blood, but this wasn't just any half-blood. Wendell Holloway, Lord of the Holloway and Azulla families, held so much more individual power than both magical sides in the Magical Americas at the time, and that was before you even considered the levels of fame, fanaticism, and hero worship around him after defeating the Dark Lord Pendragon for good and ending the war.
"I don't blame you for that, Lord Holloway-Azulla." Elizabeth said softly. "My son's comments during yesterday's Board of Governors session were rude and indefensible."
"I would say that's a pretty moderate tone." Wendell said with an emotionless laugh, Elizabeth couldn't help but agree with that. She knew Vincent didn't like half-bloods or first-generation wizards, or the more prominent role they'd come to play in society after Lord of Light Holloway's rise in power and influence. She couldn't say she was a fan of the changes her world was experiencing, but at least she knew she shouldn't voice such thoughts aloud, much less in the middle of a session. It was intended to be a private conversation between him and Theodore Petrecut, but he spoke so loudly that a good third of the House Lords heard him. Honestly, she could wring that boy's neck on the spot. Calling someone like Holloway a "mudblood lover" in front of the most influential members of his society, most of whom either idolized Holloway, or feared his eventual retribution, if nothing else, it could very well have been his stupidest act, and that already said something!
Wendell Holloway was not someone like Aylbhathat Tansmus, and his great sense of forgiving others or his constant mercy, Wendell Holloway was exactly like his grandfather, Arc Holloway and his great-uncle Zander Azulla, Wendell Holloway was an extremely vindictive person and had most of the members who supported the Dark Lord Pendragon in their hands just for the Right of Conquest, and the idiots just couldn't see it when they were right in front of him insulting him!
"I agree, and I'm not here to argue that you should forget my son's insults." Elizabeth said. "I just ask that you consider a lighter form of retribution to Vincent, in light of your current circumstances."
"Current circumstances?" Wendell asked curiously and raised an eyebrow at that. "And what can this be?"
"His father was recently denied a retrial in the case that sent him to prison for the rest of his life." Elizabeth said casually, and they were pretty free and comfortable without him where Elizabeth was concerned. Her husband was responsible for many of the family's current problems. Vincent still carried an unhealthy dose of reverence and bigotry for his father, however, and blamed Holloway, Sanders, Bradford, Amygdala, and pretty much everyone except his own father.
"May he have nightmares and torments for the rest of his miserable life." Wendell said with a snort of disdain. "I will personally make sure he lives in torment for the rest of his long life. He will suffer, and suffer greatly."
Elizabeth actually agreed to this, privately and of course, but she knew she could never show her disdain for her own husband publicly and so remained silent.
"This is hardly the first time your son has put his foot in his mouth around me. I can excuse his behavior at school on the fact that we were kids and I'm sure I said and did things I shouldn't either." Wendell said casually with a shrug. "But I've grown up and got over it, while your spoiled son seems to be the same spoiled little shit he's always been. He needs to learn that in the adult world there are consequences for the things he says and does, and it's high time someone taught him that. Since you and your husband have failed so miserably in this area, I think it's up to me to show him the consequences of the actions he caused."
"Please, Lord Holloway-Azulla." Elizabeth said quickly, now her head was actually touching the ground. She felt so humiliated with shame, but she had no choice. Even a slight public censure from Lord Holloway-Azulla at the start of the next session would be devastating to Vincent's influence and harm the Wilkinson family, and her as well. "I throw myself at your mercy, Lord Holloway-Azulla. Please forgive my son, just this once. Let him out with a private conversation, I beg you for it. I'll talk to him too and do my best to convince him that this kind of public behavior is definitely not befitting his status."
A humorless laugh told her that her pleas hadn't had the desired effect. She looked up to see Wendell sitting in the armchair in her office, looking at her through narrowed eyes.
"I think I can see where Vincent's lack of maturity comes from." Wendell said with a shrug. that really isn't the only problem here. You, Elizabeth, are as responsible for this as your idiot husband. You spoiled that piece of shit that doesn't even know how to behave right in public your whole damn life. that he was someone special when he was just nobody, that he can say or do whatever he wants without facing any consequences for it, simply because he has the surname Wilkinson and his father liked to gamble his fortune in the form of bribes to everyone, that he was just a glorified little bitch with her pockets full of gold, and we all know where her husband's behavior has taken him, and Vincent will likely join him in the next cell if he continues like this, after all he he is weak, physically weak and magically deficient, that fortune you spent on magical rituals just to make him feel superior to others is taking its toll now, I wonder how much time he has left before he loses his magic completely."
Elizabeth, internally, was grinding her teeth in anger, hatred and frustration. She wanted so badly to tell this condescending, arrogant little shit that he had no idea what he was talking about, that she had done her best to instill at least some sense of social grace in Vincent, but had been constantly undermined by her idiot husband and his arrogant indifference. But she couldn't afford to tell him any of this, not when he had so much power over her and her son's fate, she was officially still a member of the House of Azulla, even though she wasn't in the line of succession. So she swallowed her pride and did her best to convince him.
"You're right." Elizabeth quickly said. "We did a terrible job teaching Vincent humility. But I've done my best to fix these mistakes for the past two years with my husband no longer able to influence him. I can only ask that you let me continue to work on it, and not completely destroy your social standing here and now, as you clearly have the power and influence to do this and more."
"Are you going to work on it? Great, I feel so much better now, thank you Mr Wilkinson." Wendell said quickly, he wasn't even trying to hide his sarcasm. He was openly mocking her now. "You can try to blame it all on the greasy older idiot , now that he's stuck and suffering constantly and is no longer in a position to help him, but you're not fooling me. You're still spoiling Vincent like you did when he was a kid. You're still trying to protect him from the consequences he's earned with your own stupidity."
Elizabeth sighed in utter defeat and stood up. She failed. How did the Wilkinsons recover from this? Just how could they recover from it? It would take decades to do that, if that was possible!
"I see." Elizabeth muttered under her breath and quickly looked at the floor, not wanting Holloway to see how much her dismissal weighed on her. She would just have to leave the Holloways residence with as much of her pride intact as possible, and desperately look for a way to slowly start rebuilding the Wilkinson reputation as soon as Holloway drops the hammer at the next session of the Supreme Court. "I won't bother you anymore, have a good afternoon rest Lord Holloway-Azulla. Thank's for your time."
"Mhm… I don't remember saying you could still leave." Wendell said thoughtfully, stopping Elizabeth before she could take a step towards the door. "Our business is not yet concluded, Ms. Wilkinson."
"I beg you pardon." Elizabeth said quickly. "I did not mean to offend, my lord, but I believed we had nothing more to discuss."
"That's where you're really wrong, Ms. Wilkinson. I may have criticized you for trying to protect Vincent from the punishment he's rightfully earned, but I didn't say I wasn't willing to consider honoring his request." Wendell said quickly with a small embarrassed laugh. "I really can afford it, Nonetheless."
Elizabeth's breath caught in her throat and it was only after years of training her features that she was able to keep a neutral expression on her face. She couldn't allow him to see how desperate she was. "And what terms would you consider acceptable, Lord Holloway-Azulla? What would you like the Wilkinsons in exchange for mercy on my son's behalf?" Elizabeth said quickly, she would be willing to give him pretty much anything he asked, to be honest. She would happily part with at least half of the gold from the Wilkinson safe to avoid public censorship on Vincent's behalf. But it never reveals how desperate they are during a negotiation, not if they want to have any hope of reaching the most favorable terms possible.
"I'm willing to give Vincent another chance," Wendell said quickly. "But it's long past time he learned what true discipline is. And since you clearly have no idea what that means, I'll teach you." "
"Are you going to teach me… are you going to teach me about discipline?" Elizabeth asked, genuinely puzzled.
"That's right." Wendell said happily with a smile on his face. "I'll give you a practical demonstration, here and now, of what true discipline looks like." Wendell said and Elizabeth momentarily hesitated, caught off guard and uncertain by his strange offer. "Those are my terms." Wendell said quickly. "You do this, you allow me to instill some discipline in you now, and I'll let your idiot son walk away with just a private warning for you this time. If your pride will not allow you to subject yourself to my discipline, you can leave now and prepare for the formal censure that half the Lords will no doubt issue at the beginning of the next session of the Supreme Court. The choice is yours and yours alone."
Choice? What choice? Elizabeth was a proud woman, but not so proud that she wasted this unexpected chance to save her son and family from public censorship and humiliation. "I accept your terms, Lord Holloway-Azulla," Elizabeth said quickly, injecting as much dignity as possible into her voice. She had no idea what he had in store for her, but she would face it like a daughter of the House of Azulla .
"Great." Wendell smiled happily, leaned back in his chair, and nodded to her. "Have you had any waiting time?"
"Time is over?" Elizabeth had no idea what the hell Holloway was talking about.
"I thought not." Wendell muttered audibly aloud and sighed shaking his head. "I have a lot to teach you then. Okay, go ahead and turn around, then go upstairs and press your face against the wall."
Elizabeth had no idea where this was going, but she took the odd direction without complaining. She reached the wall and pressed her face against the wall, the wall was definitely cool against her cheeks.
"It's a good start." Wendell said thoughtfully. "Stay like that."
That order was harder to follow, especially when she heard the chair creak as he got up. Then there were footsteps moving away from her at first, before returning. She held her breath as Holloway approached her. Then his hands began to lift the hem of her robe, and she gasped in shock.
"Holloway…" Elizabeth tried to speak but was interrupted by Wendell.
"Are you giving up on your discipline before we even start?" Wendell asked curiously. Elizabeth bit her lip but forced herself to remain calm despite the panic that flooded her as he lifted his robes over her legs and wrapped them around her waist. "You have a lovely ass Elizabeth."
Elizabeth grunted in humiliation but said nothing. This went far beyond the point of decency, and any pureblood worth his salt would never have dared to place a lady of his stature and pedigree in such a position. Holloway was not a thoroughbred, however, nor had he received any semblance of a proper noble upbringing based on what little she knew of her childhood and her experience living in the wilds with Druid nomads, so he had no qualms about putting her on. in that situation. And as much as it irritated her, what could she do? If he ordered her to put her robes back down and restore her dignity this instant, she probably would have done it quickly. He would also have kicked her out of her house, and Vincent would have faced the censure she had come to prevent. So she endured humiliation in silence as her robes grew higher and higher. Eventually, he pulled the robes over his head and off his body entirely, and carelessly tossed them aside. She resisted the urge to complain about it. These were among her prettiest and most expensive garments, but that was the least of her worries right now. She's now standing in Holloway's office in nothing but her matching bra and panties set. Only her husband had seen her in such a state of undress since she became an adult, and now Holloway had manipulated her way into becoming second.
"We're almost there," Wendell said happily. "One more step before we can really get started." Wendell murmured softly and six thumbs hooked into her panties and pulled down her legs, exposing her bare ass to him. "Here we go; This is much better. Now the punishment can really begin."
Was this just the beginning? Just what has she gotten herself into? What kind of degenerate was Lord Holloway-Azulla, exactly? Maybe she's bitten off more than she could chew here. She may need to find another method to help Vincent avoid her punishment because this might be too much for her...
*Whack!*
Elizabeth screamed as she received a hard slap on her lower left cheek. Getting a hand spanking from her would have been humiliating and painful enough, but it wasn't a mere human hand that had just slapped her ass. The impact was too strong and the searing pain in her ass was too pronounced. "Did you just hit me with an oar?" Elizabeth quickly asked, horrified. Her body shook with indignation, humiliation and fear all at once. hit her ass with an oar!
"Yes, I certainly did that extremely, Mr. Wilkinson." Wendell said cheerfully, not the least bit flustered by her indignation. "That was supposed to be a punishment, remember?"
"That's not how punishment is done!" Elizabeth exclaimed aloud.
"Maybe not in your perfect little pureblood world, but in the real world, people know there are consequences to their actions and words." Wendell said seriously. "And since I'm teaching you about proper discipline, I better set some ground rules. Number one: make sure your face is touching the wall at all times. You've already broken that rule, but since I didn't make my instructions clear the first time, I'll just let it go this time. If you understand, nod your head and then lean over, put your hands and face against the wall and look like that."
Elizabeth chafed at being given such casual orders, as if she were a mere servant or submissive maid, but what could she do besides lean her forehead against the wall, press her palms flat on either side of her, and bend over so that her ass pointed at him?
"Good girl." Wendell said softly with joy in his voice. The racket rubbed across her cheeks, stroking rather than popping, but she had no taste for either of them. "Rule number two: You mustn't speak unless I ask a question or give a direct order. I'ts understood?"
"Yes." Elizabeth said quickly, closing her eyes.
"Good; you're learning this quickly. Now I'm going to give you the paddle you should have given your precious baby, Vincent, years ago, and you're going to count them out loud, one by one. That's one for every year of Vincent's spoiled life so far. And since I'm feeling charitable, I'll even count the one you've already received in full. Aren't I merciful?"
"Yes, Lord Holloway-Azulla. You're very kind." Elizabeth spoke quickly, and her voice was as respectful as she could manage without overdoing it and being obviously fake, but inside her head she was cursing the very existence of this slippery little bastard, just because the hell his grandfather had to sneak into a Coven of Forest Druids?
"So obedient already. Maybe you're not a lost cause after all, Ms. Wilkinson. Anyway, let's get started. Start with two and count them one by one. Moans, gasps and squeals are okay, but if you utter any real words between the second slap and the twentieth, let's start at the beginning."
Elizabeth took this warning seriously. That first spank had been bad enough, and nineteen more of them would be torture. The last thing she wanted was to give him any excuse to add more on top of that. She felt the racket leave her ass and took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves for what was to come and achieving only marginal success.
*Whack!*
The oar came down, hitting her in the left cheek again with a force that hadn't diminished at all since the first smack. Even though she'd known it was coming, it hadn't felt better than the first one that had taken her by surprise. At the very least, it was worse to know he was about to drop the racket on her bare ass and be powerless to stop him.
"Two!" Elizabeth said, knowing this was expected of her. After one hit, the paddle hit her again, this time landing on her right buttock for the first time. "Three!" The word had barely left her mouth before she received her second slap. "Four!"
Now the racket left his ass and Holloway was in no hurry. Elizabeth waited anxiously for what probably lasted only thirty seconds, but it might as well have been an eternity, as far as she knew, and then he swung the oar once more.
"Five!" Elizabeth cried out as the oar and the searing pain it brought landed on her left cheek again. Then he turned from one cheek to the next, slapping each one twice in quick succession. "Six! Seven! Eight! Nine!"
It was a struggle to keep her voice level and clear with four slaps, all falling one after the other, but Elizabeth managed. She didn't know how tolerant he would be with the timing of her count, and she wasn't going to give him a chance to consider this a failure and start at the beginning.
Now there was another pause, but the oar didn't come out this time. He rubbed first one ass cheek and then the other, the cold metal contrasting with her burning flesh and making her shiver. She couldn't decide if she was dreading that moment when the racket would stop being calming and turn violent all over again, or if she was anticipating it just so she could get it over with.
"Ten!" Elizabeth said as the racket came out of her ass and quickly returned to her left cheek. Then he became nothing short of sadistic, slapping his left cheek over and over again, without even a moment of relief. "Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, ah! Fifteen! Sixteen! Ah!"
The rain of blows to his ass mercifully stopped, but after six straight shots in quick succession on top of what had already happened before, the damage was done. His left cheek felt like it was on fire after what had just passed.
"You're doing fine Elizabeth," Wendell said softly. The touch of the racket on her ass was gentle and cool, but she didn't like the soothing coolness now. She knew what that paddle had already done to her, and what still "Only four more to go."
Yes, just four more. Elizabeth wanted to scream at him to hurry up and give her the last four spankings so she could end this indignity, but she knew if she did, he would start from the beginning. Then she pressed her cheek against the cool wall, closed her eyes, and waited for the proverbial hammer, or oar in that case, to drop.
"Seventeen!" Elizabeth screamed as the oar moved to hit her right side. It was painful, but at least he was giving his poor left cheek a break. The racket rubbed circles on her flesh, and then he backed away for more. She could hear the *swoosh* of the racket swaying in the air as he swung the racket harder than at any point so far, which she hadn't thought possible. But it was, as she painfully discovered when the oar met flesh with a big, emphatic *smack*. "Eighteen!"
"Nineteen!"
The penultimate slap, also on the right cheek, was by no means light, but it felt like a show of mercy after the one that had preceded it. Elizabeth exhaled, thinking he would let her come lightly here at the end, as a reward for accepting his twisted discipline without complaint. She was very, very wrong.
Wendell swung the oar as hard as any Quidditch batsman had ever banged his bat into an offensive Bludger. He landed with great force on the left cheek of her bottom and the sound of the racket hitting her sensitive, aching flesh echoed in her ears. Elizabeth wanted to collapse to the ground, but she still had something to do. If she didn't and do it now, all of this would be meaningless.
"Twenty!"
"Very well, Elizabeth. Very very good."
Elizabeth heard the racket hit the ground, her work done, and she gently tapped her forehead against the wall as she let herself relax. Finally it's over! Then she felt something poking at her privates, and realized with a start that it was her cock. "Holoway…"
"This is the final stage of your discipline, Elizabeth." Wendell said happily.
"The spankings were for all the years you spared Vincent any punishment he so desperately needed. This is just for you."
"You can not do that!" Elizabeth spoke aloud and shook her head as best she could, leaving her face against the wall. "I am a married woman!"
"Married to a man who will spend the rest of his life imprisoned and constantly being devoured by Roving Nightmares." Wendell spoke quickly. "He's been there for years, and unless you managed to sneak into his cell during one of your monthly visits, that means it's been years since you've had sex too. Don't tell me you don't really want a good fuck?"
Elizabeth wanted this, though she could never admit it out loud. She would have to try a different rebuttal. "You can't get me pregnant!"
"Do not worry about it. I won't shoot a single drop of my sperm inside you, you have my word."
Elizabeth hesitated, trying to think of another objection, but it didn't work.
"I'm not going to force you. If you want to cancel this now, you can put your robes back on and go home. I'll even give you partial credit for taking the spanking, and give Vincent only a mild public rebuke to the Instead of outright censorship. Or you can be silent, let me give your beautiful, magnificent, neglected body the fuck it's needed for years, and spare Vincent any public embarrassment. The choice is yours."
Elizabeth bit her lip, hesitating at the decision Holloway ended up putting in her lap. She had no love for her husband, but she knew that the scandal that would break out if word of this got out would publicly ruin her. Vincent might be able to recover from a mild reprimand, but it wouldn't be easy and it would probably take several years, years she wasn't sure the Wilkinson name could withstand…but she on the other hand…
"Do it." Elizabeth," he whispered, giving her consent and sealing her fate.
What came next was something Elizabeth was unprepared for. She had had sex several times, obviously, but nothing she and she had ever had could compare to that. Holloway thrust his cock inside her with little care for her comfort or pleasure. Her eyes widened first at Holloway's size. And she only had her husband to compare him to, but Holloway no doubt put her husband to shame. He was longer and thicker, and his cock pounded deeper inside her than her husband's. And that was just the size. The real shock came when he actually started to move. It wasn't until Holloway started thrusting her hips that she understood the difference between having sex and getting fucked. His cock slapped in and out of her and her hips slapped against his already aching ass, not that he cared. He wasn't worried about her at all; he was simply using her body for his own pleasure. Her husband may have been a fool in many ways, but he always showed a level of respect when they copulated, as befitted his high position in society. Holloway used her as a whore. He fucked her hard enough to make her body rock forward and push her face more securely against the wall. Now it wasn't so much because she had her head on the wall because he ordered it, but because she had no choice thanks to the force of his deep thrusts into her.
Elizabeth had never in her life expected to be used this way. And the worst part of all, the biggest blow to her pride, was that she liked it. She didn't want to like this, of course. Her brain was screaming at her, trying to insist that this was something she was sticking to just to protect her son and her family's reputation, and there was no way she was going to like Holloway shoving his half-blood cock inside her. But her brain couldn't fool her body, and her body knew it was enjoying the feel of Wendell Holloway fucking her, actually fucking her, for the first time in her life. There was no mistaking her excitement. She knew her nipples were erect, and she could feel the pleasant heat flowing through her body, from her brain straight to her groin. Such a feeling wasn't visible outwardly, though, and her bra was still on, so he hoped he couldn't see that visible sign of her pleasure. Elizabeth, hopefully, could get out of this without him ever realizing that he and his throbbing cock had reduced her, and she could escape with some shred of dignity still intact. Then one of her hands left her hips, grabbed her by the long blond hair and yanked her head back, hard. She couldn't help but moan and shivered the moment the erotic noise left her mouth. She surrendered. Holloway chuckled and tilted her body so her mouth was close to her ear.
"I knew you would warm up." Wendell said excitedly and his tongue licked Elizabeth's face, just below her ear, and then he caught the earlobe between his teeth and nibbled on it. He straightened up and went back to fucking her. Her face was no longer pressed against the cold wall, but only because he held her handful of hair and kept her head pulled back. Another hand of his started slapping her abused ass, picking up where the racket had left off. It hurt, just as the hair-pull hurt, but it also filled her with a growing tension in her belly that she wished she had the wherewithal to ignore. This already daunting task became nothing short of impossible when he stopped spanking her and instead used that hand to reach her body, dip between her legs and rub her clit.
"Oh Merlin!" Elizabeth exclaimed audibly aloud. There would be no stopping this now, without hiding her reaction, not that she hadn't already failed at it. She moaned as everything from the spankings, the pain and humiliation, the rough fuck and hair pulling and now the thumb coaxing her clit and rubbing it all caught up with her. Her body shook and she moaned through her orgasm, the biggest and most shameful orgasm of her entire life. At the very least, the shame, humiliation, and pain made it all the hotter.
"Perfect." Holloway muttered under her breath and moaned and quickly thrust into her wildly, moving forward and pushing herself closer and closer to her own orgasm. "I wish Vincent and your husband could see you now. I wish they could see what my discipline has turned you into."
What has she become? Elizabeth didn't know and wasn't sure if she wanted to know.
Holloway was only a few minutes behind her, and true to her word, he pulled his cock out of her before he actually hit that spot. But he wasn't done with her yet.
"Turn around and get on your knees," Wendell ordered.
Elizabeth did, forcing her aching, aching, exhausted body to move and follow the orders she had received from Lord Holloway-Azulla. She dropped to her knees and found his cock pointing directly at her face as he stroked it. Her eyes widened when she saw it instead of feeling it for the first time. Merlin, he was big!
Elizabeth flinched as he exploded, shooting spurt after spurt of cum into her face from her forehead to her chin. This, like so many other things that happened today, was a first for Elizabeth. Her sperm was sticky and cold on her flushed face.
"That's beautiful, Elizabeth." Wendell said happily. "That's what true discipline looks like."
Elizabeth really doubted that most people considered a face covered in semen an appropriate form of discipline, but it wasn't like she was in a position to argue with him at the moment. Besides, at least it was all over. She could move on now, and leave this entire day behind.
"Very well, Mrs. Wilkinson. You earned mercy for your child. I'll talk to Vincent privately tomorrow, and I'll make sure none of my allies press the issue."
Elizabeth sighed in relief at these words. "Thank you for that, Lord Holloway-Azulla," Elizabeth said quickly. "I'll talk to him too and make sure he knows he must never do anything like that again."
"That we'll see." Wendell said quickly with skepticism in his tone. "Knowing Vincent, I wait about a week before he messes up again. But if he does, you can come back here for another round of discipline. And I think next time, the cost of covering his ass will be you spreading yours for me."
~xXx~
"You know, I really underestimated Vincent. He actually made it three whole weeks before you had to come crawling to me again."
This was of little comfort to Elizabeth, not when the consequences were so demanding. Demanding for her, of course, not for Vincent. Her son continued to live in blissful ignorance, despite her best efforts to make him see sense. As for her, well, she would do whatever she needed to on behalf of her family and her son, even if it meant undressing and kneeling on Lord Holloway-Azulla's bed.
"Your husband, has he ever done this to you?"
Holloway asked softly with an eyebrow raised in a curious way. He had already cast some kind of lubrication spell that felt like a blast of cold air coming up the inside of her ass, which put her on edge. Now he was kneeling behind her on the bed and pressing his cock against her ass, which of course was making her anxiety escalate even more. Elizabeth had feared this possibility ever since he mentioned it at the end of his first visit to beg for mercy, but she was able to convince herself that it was simply an empty threat. How wrong she was. She was terribly wrong.
"Certainly not!" Elizabeth said quickly. "No decent wizard would ever dream of doing something so, so... obscene!"
"Well, I guess that makes you a better wizard than me then." Wendell said with a snort of disdain. "But he's in jail now and I'm about to fuck his wife's ass so I'd say I'm the winner." Wendell muttered happily and pushed forward, fulfilling his promise and shoving his cock up her ass.
"Oh!" Elizabeth grunted the moment he entered her. The spell he cast was making everything more comfortable for her than it otherwise would have been, but this was still the first time she had had a penis, or any other. thing, shoved up your ass. It would have been a weird feeling no matter what, especially with a cock as big as Holloway's. It was weird for her, but amazing for him. He placed his hands on her hips and quickly thrust into her , not giving her any time to adjust or showing her the slightest mercy just because this was the first time she was getting her ass penetrated. The spell he cast on her before he started was the closest she would ever get to find any kindness from him tonight.
"Yeah, even if you refused to tell me, I would know you never had a dick back here." Wendell happily moaned. "You are too tight
"If it's too tight, don't be afraid to pull it," Elizabeth said quickly hopefully.
Wendell gleefully laughed and slapped her ass with his hand. "Nice try, but you're definitely not going to get out of this that easily." Wendell said quickly and grabbed her blond hair and pulled her head back, making her moan. It was uncomfortable on her neck, but the relentless thrust of his cock inside her ass was a much bigger challenge for her to face. And he wasn't taking it easy on her either. He was tormenting her heavily, now using her hair as handles as he thrust his cock into her. Her hips slapped against her ass, the crack of flesh against flesh echoing throughout the silent room.
Elizabeth hated it, she really did. She hated this situation, hated her husband for putting her family in this position to start with supporting the wrong wizard, hated Vincent for her continued ignorance, hated Holloway for taking advantage of her vulnerability and using her as a cheap whore, and she even hated herself. hated that he had lowered himself so low. What Elizabeth didn't hate, as much as she would like to, was one of her hands releasing her hair and reaching between her legs. She wanted to despise every aspect of it, but her body couldn't resist the pleasure he brought her when she began rubbing her clit. She had been so determined not to feel anything from him this time, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing he pleased her body, but his hand on her clit was as impossible to ignore as it had been the first time. Despite her best efforts, she moaned loudly.
"Yes, you like that, don't you?" Wendell happily asked. "You're going to come before I'm done; I'll make sure of that. You're gonna come with my cock in your ass, Mrs. Wilkinson."
Elizabeth bit her lip, wanting to deny it, to insist that she would do no such thing, but knowing there was too great a risk that her objection would turn into a moan of pleasure as it quickly left her mouth. Holloway clearly knew what she was doing; that orgasm he'd rubbed off during his first visit hadn't been an accident. The pleasure he brought her by rubbing the most sensitive part of her body easily overshadowed the discomfort of her cock fucking her ass of hers, which honestly had lessened on its own anyway when her ass before virgin got used to being filled.
"Fight all you want, but there's only one way for this night to end." Wendell said quickly. "You'll come, and so will I. But I'll make a deal with you. If you stop fighting it and just accept that whatever is happening to you, I'll let you decide if I come in your ass or somewhere else."
Elizabeth shook her head, wanting to maintain her pride, but what good did that really do? She could no longer say exactly. "It feels so good!" Elizabeth screamed. "K-Keep rubbing me, Wendell! Ah, keep fucking me in the ass!"
Wendell did just that, and it was only a few minutes later that Elizabeth was screaming into an orgasm even more humiliating than the first one he gave her, considering she was getting her ass fucked this time. Wendell chuckled triumphantly and continued to shove his cock up her ass. Elizabeth endured it in silence for a few more minutes, and then the end came.
"You've earned the wonderful right to choose." Wendell said quickly between slapping Elizabeth's ass. "Where do you want this? It has to be inside your body, or outside your body."
"Behind my back," Elizabeth quickly said, not wanting to have to see before casting a cleaning spell on herself.
"As you wish." Wendell said happily and quickly pulled his cock out of Elizabeth's ass and sprayed his cum on her back as she collapsed onto her belly on her bed.
Elizabeth closed her eyes and gasped, deciding to rest for now. She would clean up later.
"Stay there as long as you need Elizabeth." Wendell said softly.
Elizabeth quickly heard him jump out of bed and walk away.
"See you next time Vincent says something stupid." Wendell said cheerfully. "I'll go get something to eat."
~xXx~
"Did you want to see me, Holloway?" a male voice asked contemptuously.
Elizabeth might have sighed at the contemptuous way her son spoke to Lord Holloway-Azulla when called into her office. Vincent really hasn't learned anything in the last twenty years? He didn't understand how abominable his recent behavior had been, and how much trouble could Lord Holloway-Azulla get him into if he chose to pursue the matter? She might have sighed, if she had been able to. But she couldn't, because she was currently crouched under Wendell's desk and had his big fat cock lodged in her throat.
"Yes Vincent, I did." Wendell said indifferently. "I understand there was another recent incident between you and Rose."
Yes, there was. Vincent made a fool of himself again for disrespecting the most famous first generation witch and one of the most powerful in the entire nation. He really didn't seem to be learning anything. But Elizabeth supposed that part of the reason he hadn't learned his lesson was that she kept getting punished for him. Rather than sit back and allow Vincent to sink his family forever burying them under the weight of Wendell Holloway and the enormous influence he wielded as Lord of Light, Elizabeth continued to use her body to pay for each transgression. She had to make these payments regularly because Vincent couldn't keep his fucking mouth shut for a single minute. Every time he did something that gave Holloway all the strength she needed to break him, Elizabeth would bend over Wendell's bed, or curl up on his wall, or jump on his cock. She's sucked and fucked him well over a dozen times so far, all in the name of protecting what was left of the Wilkinson family's decaying bloodline.
Elizabeth would be lying if she said that part of her didn't like these payments, though. Wendell, using Elizabeth to fulfill the "discipline" her son had earned, had the added benefit of making Elizabeth's sex life more active than ever, even in the early days of her marriage to her husband. It was humiliating to submit to being used, abused and treated like an ordinary whore by Holloway. The humiliation was still there, of course. Even now she felt incredibly humiliated by this whole situation. She knew what Wendell was doing. He had arranged for Vincent to be summoned at this particular time. He wanted to talk to his old high school "rival" while his mother put his cock down his throat. It was a way for him to rub his superiority over Vincent, even if her son didn't know it. And that was done for her too. He was always looking for new ways to push his buttons, and she accepted discipline on her son's behalf so many times he was having to be creative in his punishments.
"I feel bad for this." Vincent said quickly.
This must have been the worst attempt at false sincerity Elizabeth had ever heard, and she had heard too many to tell traveling in the social circles she did.
"I should have watched my tone more. It's not Sanders' fault that she doesn't have the teaching or the education to understand how things really work.
Merlin, Elizabeth despaired when she heard Vincent speak. He was worse than her arrogant husband! If he really needed to talk to get out of trouble with Wendell, he'd be in deep shit. If Wendell had actually called him here looking for a genuine apology or regret from him, Vincent would have received a severe verbal beating in response to this atrocious attempt to explain his actions.
"I understand Vincent." Wendell said softly. "I'll have a word with Rose too, and I'm sure she'll understand too."
"I'm glad to hear this." Vincent said smugly. "I knew you would be reasonable."
Her foolish son really believed he had talked his way out of this and convinced Wendell not to seek any sort of retribution for his latest behavior? Elizabeth knew better, of course. The only reason Wendell hadn't ripped Vincent into a new asshole today was the same reason he hadn't done it a dozen times in the past few months. It was Elizabeth's mouth, not Vincent's, that stirred Wendell's pleasure. Vincent hadn't even been called here because Wendell cared what he had to say. He was here just so Wendell could look at him across his desk as his mother knelt beneath her and tucked his cock so deep in her throat that her nose was pressed into her pubic hair. As usual, Elizabeth was whoring herself for Lord Holloway-Azulla on behalf of her family. And she enjoyed doing this more than she was entitled to. Deepening Wendell's cock under the table shouldn't have turned her on as much, but the truth was, Elizabeth didn't remember having that kind of emotion in her life, a life that had been so meticulously planned and managed since she was a child. This was reckless, it was filthy and it was just incredible. It was so amazing that she moaned around his cock without meaning to.
"Did you just hear something?" Vincent asked quickly. "Looks like it came from inside your desk. Or maybe under it?"
Elizabeth feared that her son might peek under the table and see her there like that under the table. It scared her, but it also shot a wave of arousal straight to her cunt.
"Oh, it was probably just one of the twins' last contraptions." Wendell said quickly. "I wouldn't worry about something like that. I'm pretty sure you're a busy man."
"Yes, I actually have some very important meetings to attend." Vincent said quickly with a shrug. "I really should go."
"This is perfectly fine, Vincent." Wendell said quickly. "Thanks for coming so we can work this out."
Wendell's cock twitched, and Elizabeth was tasked with quietly taking his sperm down her throat and revealing herself. It was difficult, but she finally swallowed his sperm often enough now that she did it.
"I got what I was looking for." Wendell said happily in a satisfying way.