Gerard Emerton Must Die! part 2

Author’s note: “Sard” is the equivalent of the F word in Edwardian times.

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Gerard Emerton Must Die! by countrymouse11

Then Ana turned and ran for the back door. 

“Consarn it!” Ana swore as Gerard caught her near the egress, snagging the shoulder of her gown to pin her face-first against the wall. She tried to pull free but the sword had harrowed in deep, and she could feel the blouse ripping as she fought against it. 

She stopped struggling when it came to her attention that she had lost track of her opponent. “Gerard? What are you doing?”

“Nothing of your concern love” Gerard said somewhere behind her. Then she spotted him at the corner of her vision. Gerard had unbuckled his belt and bent it into a loop and made a few test swings. 

“No! I entreat you!” Ana pleaded, realizing what he had planned. She fought harder to loose herself, putting her unpinned hand behind her to protect her backside.

He took her by the wrist with a strong dominant grip and carefully moved her arm back up to her eye level. She was overcome by the masculine smell of sweat and spice she was forced to inhale when standing so close to the man. She didn’t want to smell pleasant masculine things while she was fighting with this man.

“Will you yield Ana?” he asked quietly into her ear. Ana Chadbourne rolled her eyes with annoyance. Gerard was using his bedroom voice on her. She was trying to stab him, and was getting aroused by it. The girl also wondered to what degree she was really bothered by this. 

“No!” Ana said doing her best to sound disgusted, “To both proposals.” 

“Then,” Gerard said, sounding disappointed. He raised the belt high, “If one acts like a brat, one shall be treated like a brat.” 

“Don’t so it! Don’t do it!” Ana pleaded. The chiffon fabric of her blouse pulled and ripped as she flailed about.

“Whack! Whack! Whack!”

“Ah, Sard!” she cussed as he brought the belt down hard on her backside three times in quick succession. The tanning brought a tear to her eye. 

Before Gerard could spank her a fourth time Ana made a last-ditch attempt to free herself from her snare. She struggled and pulled against the fabric until she succeeded in tearing free of her own shirt, leaving a sleeve and half of the delicate blouse pinned to the wall. 

For a fleeting moment, the gathered crowd were teased with a peek at Ana’s youthful cleavage. Her breasts were pearl-white, abundant, and promising. 

Then Ana escaped through the door,

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Author’s note: Interactive part at the end.

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Gerard Emerton Must Die! by countrymouse11

Ana had only moments till Gerard pursued her outdoors into the glasshouse where the garden was maintained. Ana was in a small viewing courtyard decorated with a centralized water fountain and stone benches. This area was reserved for individuals wishing to escape the dancing and partake in the dessert tables. The number of people had grown along with the excitement she had caused. 

Ana had known she was outmatched when she took this task upon herself. Yet there was no one else to fight for her honor. Until Gerard Emerton atoned for his behavior, her reputation was sullied and she would have no hope of marrying a good man. Or even a wealthy one. 

If she were to have any chance at beating Gerard, Ana needed to keep her temper and recall the lessons drilled into her as a child. Gerard was good at distracting his opponent, and if she was honest, Ana was particularly vulnerable to his blustering. 

“Curse me it’s cold out here!” She pulled down on her blouse as an impish breeze drifted across her vulnerable legs. 

She took stock of herself. There was nothing of her skirt from the hips down. She had lost one sleeve completely and half of her blouse was torn from the collar past her bustline so that her burgundy corset could be seen underneath. Her mass of hair tumbled in to fill in what the dress revealed, allowing tantalizing glimpses of cleavage between softly swelling mounds.

“He’s coming Ms. Chadbourne!” called one of the servant girls. Besides the door she had come through there was another portal leading to the next room. Otherwise, there was no obvious escape. “I’m rallying for you to win!”

“Apologies my dear.” crooned Gerard as he stepped out into the cold night. The strapping young man remained shirtless and nursed a half-filled glass of pellucid red liquid. “You have my full attention once again.”

“Did you stop to get a drink?”  Ana was offended by the man’s irreverent sense of humor and was, though she refused to say so, further vexed that she found it so charming

The tips of Gerard’s laddish mustache perked up in a smile. “We do have all night.” 

Ana took a proper defensive stance transferring her weight to her front foot. Her back foot was relaxed behind her, a position that would only be comfortable without the restraint of her skirt. She raised her unclothed arm behind her for balance and held her sabre in a neutral position before her. 

“You want to continue? Really?” Gerard held his sword lazily before him keeping the Sherry glass in his other hand. 

A seasoned fencer would recognize that while  Ana’s poise was correct, though she rested too low in the stance, Gerard managed to be in the posture without appearing to be. “At some point, you will run out of clothing, and then the real fun will begin.”

Ana was experienced enough to see that Gerard was mocking her bearing by holding the drink in his off-hand similar to hers. They had fenced many times, which always turned to foreplay and then vigorous, sometimes marathon, lovemaking.

She shook those thoughts loose, chiding herself for stirring about such things when she should be concentrating on the fight. Ana let out a rebel yell and lunged at Gerard, throwing her front leg forward in a powerful stab. Gerard parried as anticipated but her blade found still found its mark. This time slicing through the front of his black dress trousers. 

“I suppose I deserved that,” Gerard admitted.

“The least you deserve.” Ana scolded, “Striking me on the rear with such vigor, I am not a horse.”

“Oh! He has french underpants as well!” Mrs. Fulker exclaimed as Gerard’s slacks slid down to his ankles. Under his uniform, Gerard wore nothing but thin white pants made of the new innovative elastic materials available in Paris. 

Gerard puffed his chest out proudly as his trousers gathered by his feet. Though he worked harder sculpting his torso, his years as a calvary man had given him powerful legs as well. He raised his glass of Sherry ceremoniously.  

“A Toast!” Gerard announced to the party-goers. Everyone raised their glasses. “To Miss Ana Chadbourne’s marvelous bosom! Ample and mysterious..!”

“Be silent you rogue!” Ana demanded.

“…Smooth like rocks in a crick”…”

“Miscreant!”

“…But pleasantly soft and unnaturally buoyant…”

“Knave!” Ana screamed, but she felt the urge to laugh. 

“…Capacious I would say as if mother earth had twin moons…!”

Ana shouted, “Blackguard!” holding back a giggle. 

“…A pair of incandescent celestial bodies…!”

“Hold your tongue you good for nothing!” 

“Together they are the eighth and ninth wonders of the world!”

“If you rub them… ” Now at the end of his speech, Gerard lifted his glass higher. Ana had to cover her mouth with her hand and turn away to suppress her smile. “A Jin will emerge and grant a man any wish they could ever have. Cheers everyone!”

“Pfft!” Ana gaffed as the crowd partook. Her giggle brought confused looks among the crowd. 

Ana quickly regained her scowl and attempted a wreckless fleche, leaping forward and running at Gerard with sword extended. Gerard simply stepped out of the way and caught Ana about the waist lifting her as though she were a child. 

“Put me down!” she said through charming squeals. 

“Now,” Gerard said in his bedroom voice. “We need to calm you down, you’re ruining the party.” 

“Do you want more of the belt?” He shifted around to indicate the large untouched cake that was baked for the party. “Shall we get some dessert?”

“Or is it bath time?” he said shifting her towards the water fountain.

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Where should the story go?

Dump Ana in the cake?

Dump her in the fountain?

Punish the brat!

Just get her clothes off already!

Why not do all of that? (But in what order?)

PS Story will continue after the weekend.

Thank you for the feedback, it influenced the story considerably.

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Gerard Emerton Must Die! by countrymouse11

Mrs. Beerling approached Gerard with a milk pudding pie “Mr. Emerton, here is a good pie, to debase the lovely lady.”

Gerard took the pie overjoyed, “Why thank you, Mrs. Beerling, Chocolate is her favorite!”

Ana Chadbourne glowered at the woman. “You are a shame to your gender Mrs. Beerling! What about our fight to stand equal with men? Our right to vote? We are sisters! We should be allies! You should…” 

“Oh, do shut up child.” Mrs. Beerling grumbled placing a withered hand behind Ana’s neck and shoved the pretty girl’s face into the custard-filled dish. The elder woman grinned broadly up at Gerard “Oh that was exciting wasn’t it?”

“Mph!” Ana took the pie full in the face. Gerard gleefully rubbed her head into it further till she was on tottering on her toes and flailing her arms. When he took the dish away she spat out a mouthful and was gasping for breath. Ana cleared the pudding from her eyes and gave Gerard a condemning look. 

“Well?” Gerard inquired.

“Despite my current feelings towards its chef,” Ana stated equitably “The pudding itself is quite good though maybe a bit rich.”

“A fair scrutiny,” Gerard agreed dipping his hand deep into a cake made of red fruit and cream. He took a large glob of pastry and stuck it on top of his former lover’s disheveled hair, slicking it back for her. Then he continued brushing it onto her glowering face. “How does it compare to this Charlotte Russe?” 

“The bavarian cream is better than gelatin, but I don’t care for the cherries.” She said as Gerard threaded his fingers into the top rim of Ana’s red girdle. “They are an attractive fruit but not suited for baking. Personally, I would use raspberries to make the cake much more tart and flavorful… ”

“… Damnation!” Ana swore as Gerard jerked hard on her bodice. The immoderate garment tore open, revealing more of her opulent bosom and broadening her cleavage all the way to her soft belly. Then he used the red and white cream to the smooth skin between the swell of her breasts. 

“Everything I said about your bust was true. You still have the most enviable breasts, my dear.” Gerard admired. 

“Envy this!” Ana made her small fist into a ball and took a blind swing at Gerard, He saw the punch coming a mile away and ducked under it. She lost her footing and spun around. 

Gerard gave her tight rump a swift kick. This sent the girl staggering towards the untouched pink tower cake that was put out in the courtyard for guests. White frosting splattered as Ana crashed into the large dessert. She tumbled over the table it was displayed on then fell face first on top of the cake once it hit the floor.  

Ana rolled onto her back sitting with her knees together. She was wearing a colorful coat of pastry. Her hair, bosom, and long legs were layered with pink and white icing. 

Pouting, the girl spooned a mash of sugar-paste out of the narrow vale between her young ample breasts. She managed to get up on one knee but lost her footing and plunged head-long back into the muddle of cake with a wet splat. 

“Bloody Nora!” Again, Ana set about removing the white glaze from her decolletage, cursing as her sleeve ripped down when she tugged on it. She attempted to put the tatters of her blouse in order but the more she grappled with the garment the more it came apart. Much to her reluctance, she wound up tearing the last bit of garment off completely and cast it aside.    

With her dress gone, Ana was reduced to her burgundy camisole. A sleeveless undergarment that left the ingenue’s arms bare and white. The panty was cut high above thighs, just drawing more attention to Ana’s lean, athletic legs. The eyelets of the corset had been pulled apart threatening to spill out her ripe breasts as if she were a street worker.

Ana used the sweet frosting plastered to her hair to slick it back. Ever determined, she picked her sword up from among the ruined cake and used it to pull herself up to a precarious stand. 

“Here girl,” Gerard said offering his hand to assist her out of the puddle of cake. She didn’t trust him but she had little choice. Ana made it to safety and immediately tried pushing her savior into the maelstrom of frosting. 

“See how you like it… oof!” 

Gerard sighed pulling the slight roughly into his lap so that her tummy landed heavily on his knee. Ana moaned a little as the wind was taken out of her sails. “Didn’t anyone think it would be a good idea to curb your animal instincts by brute force?” 

“Well, it’s too bad the responsibility had to be reserved for me.” Everyone saw the back of her camisole had an acute V shape that left her round buttocks mostly exposed. 

“No need to take it upon yourself.” Ana tried as Gerard brought his hand up, ready to deliver her punishment.

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I’m still doing the 500 (more like 1500) words a day but am pacing it out so it doesn’t knock other writers off the main page. I’m at the ending right now and have a few ideas for the next Gerard story that I’ll ask for input on when this is done at chapter 11 or 12.

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Gerard Emerton Must Die! by countrymouse11

”How old are you now Ana?” Gerard asked affably.

“Well, since we were to be married once I turned twenty-one, I suppose I’m twenty-two now aren’t I?” the girl spat with contemptuous fire. Then her striking blue eyes widened when she realized her faux pas. It was one of those times when her fast, venomous turned out to be self-defeating. “Oh no! I’m eighteen, no sixteen!”

“Oh, my beloved, are you going to hate me after this.” the man affirmed, “You may want to bite down on something.”

“The days that I do anything you say are long over Mr. Emerton!” Ana growled. Be as it may she jammed two fingers into her mouth as Gerard brought his iron hand down on her bare posterior. 

“Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!”  

“Mmm!” Ana couldn’t help but let out a muted howl as Gerard harshly lit up her cheeks. The coltish woman’s lissome young body thrashed about like fish.

“Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!”

“Mmm!” Ana fought energetically, tossing her hair and kicking her shapely legs. She was biting down too hard on her fingers and had to remove them before her teeth broke skin.

“Mr. Emerton?” The beating stopped for a brief moment while Gerard gave his attention to the woman speaking to him. “Here is a good stick, to beat the lovely lady!”

“Thanks!” laughed Gerard.

“Nobody likes you, Mrs. Beerling!” Ana bellowed, “Everyone thinks you are a nag! I’ve heard them talk…”

“Ahh..!” Ana was cut off as Gerard renewed his punishment. It was painful when he was using his hand, but the switch was keen and unsparing. The girl screamed unabated, windmilling her bare limbs as he whipped her bottom mercilessly. “Gerard! Ow! When I get through this humiliation, Ow! You will rue the day you met me! Ow! Ow! Ow!”

“You’ve been trying to pin me down for a year, I’ll rue it if I don’t teach you a lesson and you just show up at the next party with a ten-pound cannon.”

“Oh! Stop it!” she cried vivaciously tossing and twisting her curvy figure against him. Her movement was eliciting a specific physical reaction from Gerard that she couldn’t disregard. “Ow! Do you keep your pipe in your underpants?”

“You know that I don’t,” Gerard said with a sly wink. “Has your ass always been this hard? My hand hurts.”

“Ooh! Ow! I guess I got something from those years of ballet. Ouch!”

For the final three tannings, the party-goers helped Gerard count down. “… twenty-one! twenty-two! And one to grow on! Happy Birthday!”

Gerard set the callow young girl on her feet. Ana promptly began pounding on his muscular chest with her small fists with all her might. 

“You brute! You savage! How dare you abuse me like some common doxy!” Ana’s bombardment did no harm to him, and Gerard just laughed as he fought her off. He managed to catch her by both wrists. Ana saw by his grin that Gerard intended more mischief and changed her tune. “No!”

The broad-shouldered man walked calmly towards Ana, who cowered away from him looking for a way out. There were two doors leading into the house, but they were blocked by the crowd, who were all thoroughly amused by her continuing embarrassment. 

The objective was to escape from Gerard so she wasn’t going forward. He was blocking her escape and herding her towards the large rock fountain leading to the garden. “Gerard no, not the pond!”

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Auther’s Note: Overdoing it with the silly descriptions, but it amuses me. Trying not to draw from previous work too much, and did a fair amount of research into clothing, and Edwardian slang for this.

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Gerard Emerton Must Die! by countrymouse11

Ana may as well have been a gazelle caught in a hunter’s sights.

She had marched into the party that evening concealing her father’s pistol beneath a fine blue gown. Her intent was to kill her former fiance who had taken her virtue. She had enjoyed that part immensely, but then he reneged on their wedding. 

She had missed with the single-round pistol, and in the ensuing fight, Gerard had kindly divested her of her dress. First cutting away her skirt, then destroying the blouse. She had been stripped to her figure-hugging girdle-panties and riding boots. The corset had been strained to the point that a rigid gust of wind threatened to liberate her breasts of their confinement.

“I love cakes,” Gerard moved suddenly, catching the petite woman about the waist. He hoisted her small body over his shoulder and strode over to the pond. “but I prefer to eat them instead of throwing girls into it. That’s terribly messy. I would much prefer to dump you on the fountain. Girls do such pretty things in the water.”

“No! It’s too cold out!” Her struggles were too much stress for the corset. The whalebone ribbing broke and snapped away so that Ana’s breasts jounced loose. 

“Oh they are marvelous!” admired Ms. Chenoweth, a woman of similar age to Ana, “I wonder what she does to give them such an agreeable shape?”

“I wager it’s that french underwear that helps keep them buoyant.” Ms. Stickles answered. Though she always spoke about things she knew nothing about.

“Please stop! Don’t do it! Ahhh!” Gerard reached the rock fountain and hurled the brat into the water. 

“Sploosh!” The ingenue plunged into the cold murky pond water, sinking under entirely. Frosting wicked off of her skin as she submerged befouling the liquid further. 

Ana broke the surface of the bitingly cold water with her eyes closed giving rise to a tremendous splash. She gasped for breath throwing back her head so that her mass of hair flipped backward, flinging water droplets in an arc over herself.

Then she was evading Gerard who stood in the water thigh-deep reaching a hand towards her. Ana tried to bob down under the water but Gerard pitched his arm beneath the surface and got his hand on her ruined bodice.  

“Damn it! Eek! No!” He man-handled her surviving scrap of clothing, savagely hauling on the satin material till it started to give. After a few cold-blooded yanks, Gerard tore the bodice wholly from her petite little body.

“Riip!” Ana let out a girlish squeak. At last, the young lass was out of layers and shivered bare-breasted in the evening cold. She was a slender, sylphlike girl who stood a bit short of the ideal 165cm. Ana had an appealing figure that gave her a tiny effigy and long, bewitching legs.

Her waist was wafer-thin so that a grown man could easily wrap a whole arm around her. When Gerard would run his hand across her tummy he had said it was like lightly carved marble. Wrapped in the lean, willowy muscle that recessed as one traveled below her bosom. With a colorful midriff-baring costume Ana would fit right in with those provocative Turkish belly-dancing girls.

Her breasts were, on the whole, usual in size. Having just enough measure to cup a man’s hand around. Now unbridled by the tight-fitting bodice they relaxed into even cones that bounced lightly as Ana’s chest heaved up and down. The orbs were pleasantly wide-set, with the nipples pointing east and west, leaving a narrow valley of smooth flawless skin between them. 

Ana was too mortified to move. Few people besides her mother had seen her naked, and fewer had seen her as a beautiful young woman. Now, her mysteries were revealed for all of polite society to enjoy, in the cruelest fashion, and it was the best show they had ever seen. No one in Europe was going to forget the night Ana Chadbourne had been robbed of every stitch of her clothing and paraded nude before everybody.

“Oh, but she is quite the nubile young thing isn’t she?” declared Mrs. Chapman.

“Quite the bonny lass I’d say!” proclaimed Mr. Hallam exaggerating an Irish accent. 

“That’s it, we’re moving!” Laughed Mr. Boucher.

Mrs. Booth sighed, “With nymphs like Ms. Chadbourne walking amongst us to beguile all the good men, our Hilde is destined to become a spinster isn’t she?”

The girl lingered in the pond for a long time, wearing nothing but her own skin. Mouth agape and wide-eyed, incredulous as to what had happened to her. Being naked and sopping wet in front of dozens of her elders was so far from the picture of herself standing triumphantly over Gerard’s corpse that she had imagined.