Captive Fox
Part Two

by Bluebonnet





Disclaimer: Yeah, right, they're mine--NOT!

Rating: NC-17, although not in this part.

Keywords: Sex and discipline, need I say more?

Spoilers: Who knows? Who even cares?

Summary: In a land where women rule and men are chattel, young Fox Mulder is about to become Lady Dana Scully's most prized possession...



Fox stopped, halfway down the stairs on the way to his doom, and listened. Two of the Mulder family's male servants were in the hallway below the landing, and it was the sound of his own name that had given Fox pause.

Fox disliked these two men, largely because they were well-known to be loose with their favors. His mother had warned him against associating with men of their ilk, lest he be branded with a reputation, and Fox had heeded her well. Now, knowing he was the object of their speculation, he felt his face flame.

"That Lord Fox isn't man enough for my Lady Dana," boasted the first, a man named Tom Colton, who was a groundskeeper for the Mulder estate. Fox had never gotten along with Tom, disliking the other man's sneering ways and condescending manner. "She's a wild woman, is her ladyship," continued Colton. She likes a man who knows what's what."

"But he'll be married to her after today," commented the other servant, Jerry Lamana. "Do you think she'll be interested in bedding a cur like you with someone as lovely as Fox warming her bed?"

Colton laughed. "Oh, he's pretty all right, but he'll not know what to do or how to please her. Mark my words, Jerry my boy, Lady Dana will be calling for my services soon enough."

Fox trembled with fury at the conversation below, but kept his peace, remaining still and quiet on the stairs.

"She is lovely, is Lady Dana," Jerry mused. "Fox and I have been friends all our lives. He's always shared his things with me. Perhaps I should let the Lady Dana know that I'm available."

Colton laughed again and slapped Jerry on the back. "Of course you're available, lad," he crowed. "You're a man! It's our lot in life to please the women, eh?"

The two servants carried their laughter outside, and Fox fumed. So Colton thought that Lady Dana would continue bedding him even after her marriage, did he? And Jerry--as long as Fox could remember, Jerry had helped himself to Fox's things, always with the excuse, 'I knew you wouldn't mind.' Fox had minded, all right, but he had been too polite and gracious to mention it. Sharing his wife, though--it simply wasn't to be borne!

Of course, Fox knew that should Lady Dana desire to take a lover, nobody would think less of her. A woman could indulge herself in all manner of indiscretions and still be well-regarded socially, but should a man be found in the bed of a woman who was not his wife, he'd be lucky to escape with life and limb intact.

A lady had complete authority over her son or her husband, legally able to do anything she wished with him short of murder. Even that was sometimes brushed beneath the carpet, as Fox well knew--there had been cases where a husband had died under mysterious circumstances, the flimsiest of alibis and excuses offered by the lady, and no action was taken. No lady of the nobility was ever going to go to prison for the killing of a mere man. It was simply unthinkable. That was why Lady Diana was able to treat her servants so poorly and nothing was done to stop her. Fox pitied the poor man who ended up as Lord Fowley.

He shivered when he remembered how Colton had described Lady Dana. 'A wild woman.' How wild was she, exactly? And how wild would she be with him, an inexperienced virgin? Would she be gentle and patient, or callous and uncaring of his apprehension? He remembered her as a kind person, but that had been in childhood. Perhaps her time in the army had changed her, hardened her.

Fox was suddenly gripped with incredible panic, and the only thought on his mind was escape. The carriage was waiting in the drive, to take him and his mother to the Scully estate, to change his life forever. Once he belonged to Lady Dana, she could do as she wished with him--beat him, starve him, rape him, or lock him in the cellar for the rest of his life.

Glancing around nervously, Fox forged ahead, acting without planning, as he was occasionally wont to do. If he could make it to the stables and saddle up Samantha without being seen, perhaps he could elude everyone for a few hours--long enough to get away. But where would he go?

He made certain the back hall was clear of servants, and slipped out the service door. It was nearer the stables, and he couldn't go out the front door--the carriage was there. He made his way carefully to the stables, and slipped into Samantha's stall. Hastily, being as quiet as he could, he saddled her and climbed upon her back. He urged Samantha out to the stable yard, and was just about to make what he thought was a clean escape down the road when a voice behind him halted his progress.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?"

Fox pulled on the reigns and Samantha stopped. He sighed and closed his eyes briefly in defeat. It was Langly, the groom.

Fox turned to face the man with the long blond locks, who stood glaring at him, arms crossed sternly over his chest.

"I'm going for a ride to calm my nerves," Fox told him steadily, heart beating rapidly in his chest, hoping against hope that Langly didn't realize the wedding was less than two hours away.

But Langly did realize, and he shook his head, grinning. "Fox, you'll be the death of me. Don't you realize the carriage is already waiting?"

Fox cast a quick glance toward the front of the mansion, then turned back to Langly. "Please, Langly," he implored. "Can't you just pretend you didn't see me?"

Langly shook his head stubbornly. "I'm afraid not, Fox. If Lady Teena questions me--"

"Tell her I hit you on the head and stole Samantha!" Fox interrupted eagerly. "Tell her anything you like, only please let me go--I have to get away!"

Langly knew he should agree, but he had always had trouble denying Lord Fox anything--those beautiful hazel eyes could coax him into any manner of bad decisions.

"All right," he sighed at last, "but if your mother questions me, I'm going to tell her you ran away."

"Just don't tell her where I've gone," Fox said, clicking his tongue at Samantha to get her moving.

"Where are you going?"

"Don't know yet," called Fox over his shoulder, and moments later he had disappeared around a bend in the road.

Langly shook his head and went back into the stables. There was going to be hell to pay over this, he could feel it in his bones.



Dana paced angrily back and forth in the great hall of the Scully estate. The weddings guests were all assembled, the banquet was prepared, the vicar was present--the only thing missing was the groom. Lady Teena should have arrived half an hour ago with Fox, but so far there had been no word nor sign of them. Vicar White, an understanding woman, had tried to placate Dana by reminding her that Fox was a shy young virgin, and that he had probably needed a little extra coaxing to entice him to the wedding.

"Coaxing be damned!" Dana growled at last. "What that boy needs is some firm discipline!"

Lord Walter, seeing his own wife's dark face, cast quickly about his mind for a solution. Lady Maggie was usually kind and fair, but she was not above taking out her anger on his backside at times, and he had no desire to go to bed sore tonight because of her fury at Fox.

"Perhaps I should ride over and see what is keeping them?" he asked Lady Maggie, and she nodded curtly. Lord Walter left the hall, already planning the revenge he would take upon Fox, should he suffer for the boy's actions. The Scully estate was equipped with a very secure set of stocks, as he already had discovered to his chagrin.

He'd just reached the front steps when Lady Teena's carriage pulled to a stop, and he smiled. Here they were now, and only half an hour late--not bad for a shy bridegroom, really, and perfectly understandable. His smile faded when Lady Teena, looking grim, emerged alone.

"My--my Lady," he said questioningly, "Where is Lord Fox?"

"You know as much about his whereabouts as do I, Walter," Lady Teena said in a voice that was calmly furious.

"Teena, what has happened?" asked Maggie from behind them, and Teena sighed.

"My son has taken flight, I'm afraid, Maggie," she confessed. "It seems he was more frightened of his impending marriage than I had guessed."

"If he isn't now, he will be when I find him," Lady Dana promised darkly, and Maggie smiled. She had no doubts of her daughter's ability to control Fox, once he was legally bound to her.

"The boy must have ridden toward London," Teena surmised. "He took his horse, and Langly, the groom, insists Fox hit him over the head and knocked him silly in order to steal Samantha, but he's lying. Fox would no more hit Langly on the head than he would hit me."

"Walter, disperse the wedding guests," Lady Maggie ordered, turning to her husband. "Give them our apologies and send them on their way. There's no telling when we'll find the boy. Lady Teena and I will ride north toward London to look for him. I only hope we find him before he gets captured by a band of highway women. A man as pretty as Fox, out on his own...we must hurry. Dana, are you coming?"

"You go on ahead, Mother," Dana replied, chewing her lip thoughtfully. "I have another idea where Fox might have gone."

Leaving Walter to bid her guests goodbye, Dana saddled Thunder and headed south. Fox wouldn't go to London alone--he didn't know a soul there. He did, however, know someone in the next village to the south. His cousin Jake. She remembered Jake from their childhood, an attractive boy, almost as pretty as Fox, and they shared many of the same features. The boys had always been close friends. Naturally, Fox would flee to Jake for help. He had nowhere else to go.



Fox rode south, knowing they would expect him to go north to London, and kept Samantha off the well-traveled road. He watched the sun sink lower and lower in the sky, and with it sank his stomach as well, for in his heart, Fox knew his escape was only temporary; Lady Dana was not a woman to be thwarted, and sooner or later they would find him.

At first, Fox was able to keep his doubts at bay, but as the afternoon waned, so did his confidence. What was he thinking, running away from home and leaving Lady Dana standing at the alter like this? She was a good, kind woman, and powerful enough to protect him from anyone who might want to harm him. He was acting like a fool.

His own mother had told him that Lady Diana had asked for his hand--he had seen for himself how that particular lady treated her servants when she was angry. He should be on his knees thanking Lady Teena for arranging such a wonderful match for him, and instead he was running away like the most ungrateful of sons. He should be flogged.

Indeed, he thought ruefully, he probably would be, for now his conscience had gotten involved, and he found he had no choice but to turn back. He would ride Samantha directly to the Scully estate, beg Lady Dana's forgiveness for deserting her this afternoon, and pray that she would still accept him as her husband. Never one to hesitate once his mind was made up, Fox turned Samantha around and started toward his village.

He hadn't gone far when he heard the sound of hoofbeats approaching from the south. Urging Samantha deeper into the forest, Fox rode a little faster--he didn't want to be heard, but neither did he wish to be overtaken. A man traveling alone could never be too careful.

His heart began pounding wildly in his chest when he heard female voices drawing nearer. There had to be several of them--three or four at least. Crossing his fingers, Fox made Samantha go still faster, hoping to reach the Scully land before the women discovered his presence.

His hopes were dashed in the next instant when he found himself surrounded by six of them. With a sinking heart, he recognized the symbol they wore on their shoulders-- they were Lady Fowley's servants.

"Well what have we here?" asked one of the women, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "It looks like a stray Fox, out all alone."

"Ladies, if you'll excuse me--" Fox began, but got no further.

Ignoring his protests, the women dismounted and, grabbing at Fox eagerly, pulled him from Samantha's back. He struggled against the hands that gripped his legs and arms, but was hopelessly outnumbered. He did manage to wriggle partially away from them once, but they grabbed his legs and began dragging him into the forest.

"Help!" Fox yelled, but the sound was muffled when he ended up with a mouthful of dirt and leaves. Tears came to his eyes as his arms, face and chest scraped across the ground.

At last, they stopped dragging him and dropped his legs. Fox immediately scrambled to his feet, but the women were too fast for him. They hauled him up and slammed him against the trunk of a large tree, holding him in place while one of the women wound a long rope around the trunk, tying him in place. When the knots were secured, Fox was helplessly restrained--he tried pulling free but could make no headway. Despairing, he sagged against the tree, blinking back tears of fright.



Dana rode quickly along the south road out of the village, watching for any signs of Fox along the way. She had gone about five miles when she was taken aback at the sight of a horse running madly in the opposite direction. It had lost its rider somewhere along the way, and from the brief glimpse Dana caught, she was almost certain it was Fox's horse, Samantha. Her face darkened as she rode on, planning just how she was going to punish her wayward groom when he was safely under her control. Dana didn't enjoy being made to look a fool, and Fox would suffer for ditching her at the altar. She would make certain of it. And if the little fool had gotten himself into trouble...she shook her head angrily and rode on.

She was nearing the Fowley land, and Dana imagined she could smell the stench in the air. Glory, but she hated Diana Fowley. The woman was absolutely evil, cruel to servants and equals alike. One day, Dana ambitioned, she was going to kill Diana. But not today. Today she had to find her soon-to-be-chastened, soon-to-be-husband and drag him home.

Her attention was captured by noises off to the right, and Dana pulled Thunder to a stop and listened. Laughter. Female laughter. Her lips pressed grimly together, she continued in the direction of the voices, hoping Fox was still in one piece when she arrived. She moved faster when she heard Fox pleading desperately.

"Don't do that! Let me go! Lady Dana will never let you get away with this!"

So, the little idiot had managed to find trouble after all; she should have guessed he would. Fox had been a trouble magnet when they were children, and obviously he had not changed. She'd rescue him, all right--then she'd make him sorry.

"But Lady Dana isn't here," one of the women reminded him, and Dana's eyes narrowed when she saw the woman in question pulling Fox's ripped shirt aside so she could fondle his chest. "We're going to have a bit of fun with you ourselves, then take you on to Lady Fowley. She's had her eye on you for a long time."

Fox had been tied to a tree, and six women surrounded him, all taking liberties with his person in ways that would have made any well-protected man like Fox blush in mortification. His hair was mussed and his shirt ruined, but his breeches were still fastened, she noted with satisfaction. They obviously hadn't been tormenting him for long. Her Fox was still a virgin, if a little roughed up and frightened.

Dana raised her pistol into the air and fired one shot, and seven heads jerked toward her. The identical look of surprise on six female faces was comical, but it was the expression of sheer relief on Fox's countenance that touched her heart. He was so beautiful, and so achingly innocent still.

"Ladies, I see you found my missing groom," Dana said easily. "Thank you for detaining him for me. You may leave us now."

The Fowley servants, all unarmed and none of them stupid, quickly mounted their horses and vacated the area, leaving Fox at Lady Dana's mercy.

She climbed down from Thunder's back and approached him slowly, and Fox closed his eyes fearfully, willing his breathing to resume. At last, when she said nothing, he opened them and gave her a pleading hazel gaze.

Her expression was amused. "Did they hurt you?" she asked solicitously.

He shook his head.

"Good." She walked around the tree, inspecting him, but did not release him. "I don't suppose you have an explanation for this?" she asked when she again stood before him.

Fox shook his head again, knowing that any excuse he offered would likely make his situation worse.

"Where's your horse?"

"She ran," Fox said disgustedly. "She's probably back home eating her supper by now."

"Exactly where you ought to be."

He closed his eyes again, resting his head against the tree, and wondered if she would kill him nor or marry him first, just to make it pseudo-legal.

"I'm not such a bad person, you know."

Her words startled him, and his eyes flew open again. "I know," he muttered, staring at the ground.

"I can't understand why you would want to run away from me. I've never been unkind to you. Were you really that afraid of marriage, Fox?"

"I wasn't afraid!" he protested proudly, but his pride faltered when she leaned close and spoke to him in a low, husky voice that sent a tingle throughout his body.

"You're already in more trouble than you can imagine," she informed him softly. "Don't compound your punishment by lying to me now."

He kept up the pretense a moment longer, then dropped his head in shame. "I'm sorry, Lady Dana," he whispered. "I lied to you. I was afraid, but I was also angry."

"Angry at me?" she questioned, cocking her eyebrow at him in a way that he found strangely endearing.

"I know you've been having affairs with lots of men," he told her defiantly.

She looked even more amused at his statement. "Define 'lots'."

"Well..." He paused, but she waited patiently. "Tom Colton," he finally burst out. "And Jerry Lamana. Two of my family's own servants, Lady Dana! And they expect to continue serving you whenever you wish their company, even after we're married! I know it isn't fashionable for women to be faithful to their husbands, but I would hope you would at least show me the respect--"

"Hush!" Dana thundered, and Fox clamped his luscious lips shut immediately. "I've never taken Jerry Lamana, nor would I. The man is a weasel. As for Tom..." She placed her hands on either side of his head and forced him to look her in the eyes. "I did have Tom once. It was... less than memorable. Besides, Tom is too aggressive for my tastes. I do the pursuing in a relationship--I don't want a man pursuing me. It's unseemly."

He gazed down at her honest blue eyes and knew she was telling the truth.

"What about the others?" he asked in a small voice. "Will you-- have other lovers after we're married?"

She considered his question. "I will if I choose, for it's a wife's prerogative to do so," she told him firmly. "On the other hand, I expect to keep myself quite busy with you," she added, her eyes twinkling. "I doubt I'll have time for other men. Now--would you like me to release you from the tree?"

"Please," he said gratefully.

Dana pulled out her dagger and sliced through the ropes that bound him, and moments later Fox was free. He rubbed the circulation back into his arms while he stared at the forest around them.

"It's getting dark," he observed.

"Indeed it is."

"It's a long walk back home."

"And by all rights, I should make you walk it," she told him icily. "I should tie a rope about your neck, attach it to my saddle, and force you to walk every step of the way home."

He shuddered, and his lower lip trembled a bit. Dana softened at the sight. She had plans for that lip, that tongue, that entire wonderful mouth, and she didn't want Fox to be too exhausted to please her in their marriage bed, so she relented. Removing Thunder's saddle, she placed it on the ground at the base of the tree.

"I'll send a servant to fetch it," she told him. "We'll ride home bareback. Now, up with you."

He made as if to throw his leg over the horse's back, and she stopped him.

"Not like that. You're riding in front of me, with your bottom well within my reach."

Fox glared at her, but in the end he really had no choice. He managed to climb onto the horse's back and situate himself to her satisfaction, and tried not to wince in anticipation when Dana mounted behind him. His head and arms hung down on one side of the horse and his long legs on the other, leaving his defenseless bottom directly in her line of fire.

Dana surveyed the shapely behind, encased in tight tan breeches, and smiled. Marriage was going to be fun. She landed a hard smack on each of the well-rounded cheeks, and was rewarded with a satisfying yelp from her future husband.

"You should thank me, Fox," she said mildly as they started toward home. "I saved you from a fate worse than death."

She was right, damn it! he fumed, and mumbled, "Thank you, Lady Dana. Hey! Stop that!" he yelled as her smacks grew harder.

"I couldn't hear you, Fox."

"I said thank you, damn it!" he groused, and nearly fell off the horse as he squirmed to avoid another slap to his buttocks.

"Whoa, Thunder," Dana called, and the big gelding paused obediently, waiting patiently while Dana yanked Fox's arms up behind his back and bound his wrists together with a piece of rope she'd salvaged from the tree. "I had a feeling this might come in handy," she commented, flicking the reigns to start Thunder moving again.

Fox groaned, feeling the soreness in his arms returning now that they were tied again, but said nothing more. The ache in his arms was nothing compared to the stinging in his bottom that grew worse with every step, and they were still several miles from home. He was in no position to argue.

By the time they approached the Scully mansion, Fox was sniffing back tears, hanging limply across Thunder.

"Please Dana, no more," he whimpered as her hand struck his behind yet again. She had dealt out a firm spanking all the way home, not too hard, but never pausing either, and by now Fox felt as if his buttocks had surely caught fire.

His face flamed with embarrassment as they rode up the carriageway on Thunder's back, his punished bottom upturned for all to see. At least he was still clothed, he thought gratefully. Had it been his mother spanking him, his backside would have been bared, regardless of who was in attendance. Lady Dana had at least done him the kindness of allowing him to remain covered.

"I see you found him," Lady Maggie remarked calmly as Dana pulled Thunder to a halt.

"Diana Fowley's servants had captured him," Dana reported, feeling anger surge back into her at the memory of what might have happened to Fox. "They would have undoubtedly turned him over to the Lady Fowley once they'd had their fun."

"Oh, Fox, are you all right?" Lady Teena asked anxiously, examining her son, who still lay sprawled over Thunder's back.

"He is," Dana answered for him. "For now. Mother is the vicar still here?"

"Oh yes, I had her wait," Maggie smiled. "I knew when Teena and I found no trace of Fox on the road to London, that you would be bringing him back. Fox," she walked around the horse to face her disobedient son-in-law. "You were very naughty to worry us all this way, and to place yourself in danger. I do hope my daughter takes a firm hand with you once you're married."

"Speaking of marriage, let's get the deed done," Dana interrupted, stalking toward the house. "Walter, would you see to Fox?"

Lord Walter helped Fox down from the horse, and they both turned when Dana's voice floated back to them, "And don't untie him!"

Walter, who had been about to free Fox's hands, dropped them instead and took Fox by the arm. Ignoring the younger man's pleading looks, he ushered Fox inside and into the small salon where the vicar waited.

"Ah, Lord Fox," Vicar White smiled. "I'm so happy that you were found unharmed. Shall we proceed, then?"

She performed the marriage ceremony quickly, ignoring the fact that the groom was filthy and still had his hands tied behind his back, and within a few minutes, Fox Mulder had ceased being his mother's property and had become Fox Mulder Scully, husband and chattel of Lady Dana. As soon as the marriage was completed and the papers all signed, Dana excused herself and Fox.

"Fox has had a long day," she offered. "I'm certain he'd like a bath, and a rest."

Lady Maggie and Lady Teena smiled at one another, and Fox glanced desperately toward Lord Walter as his new wife pulled him from the room.

"England," mouthed Walter in his direction, and Fox shuddered.

He was certain his lady and mistress was about to punish him severely for running away and endangering himself this afternoon, and then she was going to take his virginity. He didn't know which he feared most.

Lady Dana marched her husband up the stairs, giving him a light shove each time he appeared to be slowing, and long before Fox was prepared, they had reached the upper floor. At the top of the stairs she turned left, and they walked down a long corridor and through a set of massive double wooden doors.

"This is the East Wing," Dana informed him as she closed the doors, effectively cutting him off from his mother, Lady Maggie, Lord Walter, and any servants who might be inclined to come to his rescue. Fox swallowed a lump in his throat and tried to pay attention to what Lady Dana was saying.

"This is our part of the mansion. Mother and Lord Walter occupy the West Wing. We all take our meals together as a family, downstairs. As my husband, you will naturally be expected to take over the running of my household. Tomorrow I'll take you around the estate and introduce you to all the servants."

"Yes, my lady," Fox whispered, following as she led the way to an enormous bed chamber.

A tub of steaming water sat in the center of the floor, but Fox could barely tear his eyes from the huge bed that dominated the room. He swallowed again, trying to quell his fear. By the time this night was through, he would no longer be a virgin. How badly would she hurt him? He sighed. He wouldn't know until it happened, and there was nothing he could do about it anyway; his hands were still bound behind his back.

He glanced toward his wife, who had moved toward the tub, and blushed when he realized she was quite unselfconsciously shedding her clothes. Naked, she stepped into the tub of water and relaxed against it, closing her eyes.

"You certainly led me a merry chase today," she commented lazily.

"I'm sorry, Lady Dana. I shouldn't have run." Fox tried to insert just enough contrition into his voice that Dana wouldn't open her eyes and see him edging slowly toward the door.

"You certainly shouldn't have," she agreed, grabbing a cloth and beginning to scrub her skin clean. "If you ever run away from me again, I'll take my crop to your backside."

Fox didn't respond, just moved a little closer to the chamber door and possible freedom.

Quickly finishing her bath, Dana stood and reached for the drying towel that a servant had laid out on a nearby chair. She dried her body and then threw the towel over her head to rub at her hair.

As soon as Dana's face was hidden by the towel, Fox lunged for the door, scrabbling for the doorknob blindly behind his back. He managed to get hold of the knob and twisted it frantically, realizing too late that she had locked them in the bed chamber. Fox froze, watching fearfully as his wife tossed the towel aside and approached him, anger darkening her features.

She was still naked, and he couldn't help staring at her raw beauty as she drew near. He felt his blush creeping up from his neck until it reached his hairline, but still was unable to tear his eyes from her naked form.

"Did I not inform you, only moments ago, of what would happen to you should you try to run again?" she questioned silkily.

His mouth dropped open and he felt his stomach turn to water. "I--I--uh--" he managed before she grabbed him by the rope that bound his wrists and flung him to the bed.

Fox tried desperately to wriggle away from her, but Dana planted herself firmly on his legs, and before he knew what had happened she had tied one of his ankles to a bedpost with her scarf. Then she rose and, opening a closet, withdrew three more long, colorful scarves. Fox buried his face in the coverlet while she proceeded to tie his other ankle to the bed, then cut the rope that bound his wrists and followed suit with them. Soon he was spread-eagled on the bed, face down, awaiting whatever punishment she chose to inflict upon him. He could already anticipate the burning in his still-stinging backside.

Dana climbed upon him, straddling his hips, and Fox glanced around to see what she was doing. His face drained when she withdrew her dagger, and he was unable to suppress his gasp of fear.

She smiled mirthlessly and, pulling his ruined shirt from his breeches, sliced away at the fabric until it was nothing but rags. She tossed the remnants of cloth aside and then disposed of his breeches in the same manner. He now lay before her clad in nothing but his riding boots. He buried his face again, trying to ignore his feelings of shame.

"What did I say I would do to you if you ran again, Fox?" she demanded gently, twining her fingers in his silky hair and turning his face to hers.

Fox clenched his eyes tightly shut. "You said you'd take your crop to me."

"So I did," she agreed. "And you had already earned yourself one punishment for running away and leaving me waiting for you at the altar. You're not off to a very good beginning, are you, my dear?"

"My lady--" he began desperately, but she interrupted.

"I think, under the circumstances, you should simply call me 'Dana,' she told him calmly. "After all, Fox, you belong to me now. I'm your wife. In a few minutes, I'm going to punish you for your wrongdoings. Then you are going to get into the tub and wash the day's grime off yourself. After that, you will come to my bed and I will take your virginity. This is still our wedding night, even though you've been dreadfully naughty."

She climbed off the bed and began roaming about the room. Fox tracked her with his eyes as far as he could, but lost sight of her behind a dressing screen.

"Lady--Dana?" he said tremulously.

She poked her head around the screen. "Yes, Fox?"

"Please--I'm sorry for trying to run. I'm really sorry for standing you up today. I promise I'll never do anything like that again."

She smiled at him. "I know you won't."

"Does that mean you won't punish me?" he asked hopefully.

She laughed out loud at that. "No, Fox," she informed him brightly, returning from the other side of the screen with a nasty looking crop in her hand. "It means that by the time I've finished punishing you, you'll never think about running away from me again."

Before he had time to protest, the crop fell on his bare ass and Fox screamed. It felt like a streak of fire had branded his skin. Lady Teena had been fondest of using her bare hand, and no punishment she had meted out to him had ever hurt this badly. He had gravely underestimated his new Lady.

The crop made a swishing sound through the air and fell again, hitting him directly beneath the first mark.

"Oh, please!" he cried, chocking back sobs. "Please, Dana, I promise to be good!"

"Oh, you'll be good, all right," she said grimly, laying a third welt beneath the previous two.

Fox twisted and squirmed, tugging with all his might at the scarves, but Dana had tied him tightly and he was helpless. Her crop fell again and again on his unprotected skin, and soon he was a sobbing wreck.

"Are you going to run away again?" she demanded, laying strokes four and five on his tender thighs.

"No! No! I swear it!" he promised fervently. "Please, please stop!"

"Are you ever going to keep me waiting again?"

"Oh! OW! No, never!"

"Are you ever going to ride off without an escort again?" she continued, landing the hardest stroke of all right across the crease at the top of his thighs.

He screamed again, jerking madly to try and escape her punishing crop. "No! Please! Please no more..." He dissolved into helpless cries of agony, and Dana felt her heart melt. He was just so cute, this husband of hers, especially sobbing his heart out into the coverlet while his lovely backside glowed with the marks of her ownership.

She sat beside him on the bed, petting his silken back and caressing his sweat-soaked hair. "Shh...there, now, it's all over," she murmured soothingly. "You earned that punishment well, but you've paid the price now. It's all right."

Fox cried until he had no more tears left, then he simply lay there, exhausted, and let her stroke him up and down his back. Occasionally her had would roam lightly over his buttocks and he would wince.

Dana saw, and smiled. Her lovely new possession would not soon forget this punishment, of that she was certain.

Fox came back to awareness when he realized she was loosening the scarves that tied him. He opened his eyes and glanced at her warily.

"Into the bath with you," she said tenderly. "Wash yourself quickly and then return to me. I wish to make love to my new husband."

He obeyed, hissing in pain as his burning bottom met the cooling water. Hastily, Fox scrubbed away the dirt that he had accumulated during his adventure, and within in minutes presented himself before his wife, a drying towel wrapped securely around his waist. She reached out one hand, with an evil smile, and flicked it away. Fox felt his face burn again.

"Lie on the bed on your back," she instructed, and he sighed when she began fastening him to the bed with the scarves again.

"Please Dana, no more," he whimpered softly as she completed her task.

"Shh, darling, no more punishment tonight, just pleasure," she promised, dousing the lantern.

"Pleasure?" he asked, feeling his panic already beginning to rise as she slipped into bed beside him in the darkened room. "There's no pleasure for a man in lovemaking."

She lay beside him, and he heard her laugh softly as her hands began roaming over his chest. He felt his nipples tighten, and was aware of a not-unpleasant ache between his legs.

"I know that's what you've been told," she informed him gently. "The man is supposed to lie quietly while his lady takes her pleasure, and he is to hide his own discomfort."

"Isn't that true?" he asked, turning wide eyes to her in the moonlight.

She shook her head, smiling so broadly he could see her teeth gleaming in the darkness. "No, my love. Not always. Not for us, I hope. I would like you to gain as much pleasure from our lovemaking as I."

"But I thought--" He stopped, feeling his face flame for what had to be the thousandth time that day.

"What did you think?"

"I thought--that is, I was told--that sex was just for making babies. That once you'd gained seed from me and gotten with child, you would--"

She laughed out loud. "That I would leave you alone?"

He nodded, ashamed.

"Fox, my beautiful, beautiful Fox. Sex is for making babies, but it is also for pleasure between a woman and a man. Pleasure for both parties. I hope to have you father many of my children, but more than that, I very much want you to crave my touch and my lovemaking."

He was silent for a long moment, and then she heard a whispered, "I don't see how that's possible."

"Lie there, darling, and let me show you."

'England,' he thought frantically as she began to kiss his chest and belly. 'England. What the hell am I supposed to think about England? It's where I live, where I'll always live. Big deal. What is thinking about England supposed to do for me oh my God what is she doing?'

Her mouth had found his sex, and as Fox twisted and writhed against his bonds, in pleasure this time rather than in pain, Dana licked and sucked and coaxed him to a hardness he'd never before believed possible.

"Please... Dana... please... I need..."

"What do you need, Fox?" she asked impishly, raising her head to stare at his luminous eyes.

"I--I--" Fox didn't know what he needed, but he knew if he didn't receive it soon, he'd die.

Like most gently reared men, he'd never experienced the completion of his arousal before. In the past, whenever inappropriate thoughts had led him anywhere near this state, he'd managed to calm his fire with a cold bath or a run around the Mulder properties. It had never occurred to him to wonder what would happen if these steps weren't taken. He had always feared such a thing, knowing that failure to calm his burgeoning manhood was bound to bring about the pain that men felt when they lost their virginity.

His thrashing grew more intense as the tightness in his groin increased, and when she swallowed him whole again, Fox felt a tension invade his entire body, and then he was screaming her name, and fluid was leaking from him into her mouth, and he was bucking up, pushing upwards into her, completely without his senses.

As Fox gradually floated back down to awareness, he slowly realized that his wife was cleaning him off, lapping eagerly at the fluid that had escaped from his sex.

"What... what happened?" he asked groggily.

"You reached your man's release," she told him in a satisfied voice. "Did it hurt?"

He shook his head in wonderment. "It was the most incredible thing I've ever felt," he told her seriously. "But what is all this...?"

"That's your seed."

"My seed? I had no idea it would be so messy."

She laughed again. "Don't worry about it, dear. I'll clean you all up."

"Are you pregnant now, Dana?" he asked sleepily as he felt her releasing the scarves that bound him.

She chuckled to herself at his innocence. Fox had so much to learn, and she would delight in teaching him every wonderful thing about her body and his own.

"No, Fox, for me to get pregnant, you must spill your seed inside me."

"But I did, in your mouth," he argued, clearly puzzled.

"You must spill it in my womb, in my woman's sex," she told him. "Now go to sleep. Tomorrow, I'll let you experience that pleasure again, and I'll teach you how to pleasure me as well."

Fox snuggled obediently into her arms and was soon fast asleep.

END Chapter 2