by Monica Belle
‘Do you?’
‘Um … OK, I’m not sure about this property thing. It sounds so one-sided, but it feels right.’
‘You need a little time, I suspect, and perhaps to learn a little more.’
‘Perhaps. You treat me so well though, giving me cuddles when I need it …’
‘Spanking you when you need it?’
‘Yes, that too. Just to hear you say that gives me butterflies. If I were to be your property, would it be the same?’
‘Naturally. If anything, more so. I would cherish you, as a man should cherish his partner. The ideal relationship, for me, and I suspect for you, is really not that dissimilar to the ideal of Christian marriage, in a historical sense that is. Nowadays we seem to have a very watered down version.’
‘I thought you didn’t believe in God?’
‘I don’t, which allows me to cherrypick the full range of established religions, selecting those things I approve of and discarding the mumbo-jumbo.’
‘I wish I could be as certain as you.’
‘You are young, but if you put your glass down I’ll introduce you to something I expect you will enjoy.’
Laura purred, expecting to be taken into his arms, but instead found herself guided over his lap and into spanking position.
‘I thought you weren’t going to punish me!’
‘I’m not. Spanking has other uses. In this case as therapy.’
Laura giggled.
‘That just sounds like an excuse to get my knickers down!’
‘Not at all, although naturally your knickers are coming down.’
‘But what about a punishment being a punishment?’
‘This is not a punishment, far from it, now be quiet, or it will be.’
Laura made a face, bracing herself for the pain of having her bottom smacked as he rolled up her skirt and adjusted her knickers to the top of her thighs. His hand settled on her bottom, lifted, and came down again with a gentle pat, just firm enough to make her skin tingle. The second was no different, but on her other cheek, the third lower, across the tuck of her bottom, and as he set up a rhythm her tension began to slip away.
‘It’s like being given a massage.’
‘Perhaps, but far more fun for the masseur.’
She sighed, closing her eyes as he continued to smack her bottom. Just to be lying across his legs and exposed to him felt wonderful, open and free, while the now firm pats were slowly but surely bringing the blood to her cheeks and to her sex. Before long she’d begun to push her bottom up, letting her cheeks come apart and offering herself to his fingers. Charles merely adjusted her knickers a little, pulling them down far enough to let her sex show behind, and continued to spank.
‘This is nice. You can do it a bit harder if you like.’
He changed his rhythm, using just the tips of his fingers to make her flesh sting. The same glorious, warm feeling she had experienced after her punishment spanking had begun to spread across her bottom, while she could feel his cock starting to press against her side, adding a sense of being wanted to her pleasure. She let her knees come apart, responding to her need, until her knickers were stretched taut between her thighs and her sex open to the air. Charles immediately slid a hand between her thighs, cupping her and squeezing gently as he continued to spank her with his other hand.
Laura moaned, pushing her bottom up to the pressure as he began to masturbate her. The smacks were harder now, making her cheeks bounce and the slaps echo around the room. She knew she’d be red behind, and how she would look, with her office skirt rolled up and her knickers pulled down, her hot bottom framed by her suspenders and stockings, the tight pink star between her cheeks on show to him, all of which was exactly as it should be as she came under his fingers in a long shuddering orgasm that left her feeling as relaxed as it did satisfied.
Laura awoke after a night of eager lovemaking to the feel of Charles getting out of her bed. She rolled over, bleary-eyed with sleep, as he tugged the bedclothes down, leaving her naked.
‘Time to get up.’
Laura gave a weak moan. Charles threw the curtains open to let in bright spring sunlight, warm on Laura’s bare skin even as she turned away to shield her eyes from the sudden glare. Charles opened the window and stretched in the fresh air.
‘What a beautiful day. I don’t think you’ll be needing any clothes at all, Laura.’
She managed a sleepy response.
‘I have to wear something, or I’ll get arrested.’
‘Shoes, yes, and I suppose you’d better have a coat so that we don’t frighten the prudes. Otherwise, you’re to go nude. Come on, lazy bones, out of bed.’
He had come back to the bed, and slapped her bottom before making for the bathroom. Laura pulled the covers back up, allowing her senses to come together as she listened to the hiss and splash of water. Smudge appeared, looking sorry for himself at having been shut out of the bedroom for the night and she tousled his head before finally throwing her legs over the side of the bed.
Work already seemed very distant, the incident with Brian and her formal warning no more than minor niggles, very much to the back of her mind in comparison with the excitement of the night before and the possibilities that lay ahead. Charles emerged from the bathroom and she took his place, enjoying her shower and making a thorough job of her morning routine before once more joining him in the bedroom. He was already dressed, and had put out a pair of lipstick red heels and the three-quarter length leather coat she had treated herself to on her last birthday, nothing else.
‘You really meant it? You want me to go naked?’
‘Under your coat, yes. Look on it as proving yourself, if you like, or simply as a little exhibitionism.’
‘I can’t take Smudge to Mrs Phipps like that! She’ll guess, and what she knows, everybody knows.’
‘Then I shall take Smudge to Mrs Phipps while you sort yourself out.’
‘He might not go with you. I think he’s a bit jealous.’
‘Nonsense. Smudge likes me, don’t you boy?’
He reached out to the dog, and to Laura’s surprise Smudge simply nuzzled his hand. She gave in.
‘I’ll need to put my stuff in my red bag then, if you insist on me going about like a seaside tart.’
‘I confess that the image rather appeals to me.’
Laura didn’t reply, but made a face as he gave his wicked chuckle. He led Smudge from the room as she began to put her things together, and was back before she was fully ready, wearing nothing but her red heels and clutching her coat and bag.
‘Like that will do nicely, if you prefer.’
‘I wouldn’t dare! Not around here, anyway. Perhaps somewhere lonely?’
‘I might very well hold you to that.’
She gave a nervous smile before slipping her coat on. Even with the buttons done up she felt naked, and from the moment she stepped out of the door the sensation was stronger by far than it had been simply going without her underwear, but balanced by the security of having Charles by her side. Several of the people they passed looked at her, and she was sure they were thinking she was a call-girl walking with a client after spending the night together, an idea both arousing and pleasantly embarrassing.
It was worse at the station, because two of the staff recognised her, and in the train, where their fellow passengers were able to consider her at leisure. Her coat covered her to just above her knees and closed at her neck, yet the belt held it tight to her figure and she was sure that the way the leather clung to her breasts and hips and bottom made it obvious she was naked underneath, and that everybody had guessed. Worst of all, Hovis Boy was in the carriage, his eyes repeatedly flicking to her legs, attention Charles quickly noticed. He spoke quietly.
‘He’s very interested. I wonder, perhaps you should treat him to a flash?’
‘Charles, no!’
‘Why not? It would make his day, very possibly his entire year.’
‘I can’t, not him!’
‘Why not him? For the same reason as Brian?’
‘Yes … no, not really. He’s just not my type, too young, too spotty!’
‘So if he was a handsome young man you’d be happy to flash him?’
‘No! I mean … it’s just that … I don’t know, it’s too embarrassing, in front of him.’
‘But he hasn’t given you any particular reason to dislike him?’
‘No, but …’
‘Then we will strike a bargain. If there is nobody else in the carriage but him when we leave Littleport you are to flash as we pull in to Ely. If there is anybody else you escape, but if you decline, or fail, I will set you some other task.’
Laura had nodded before she could think better of it, the idea too exciting to be turned down, while the risk was clearly worth taking. Besides themselves and Hovis Boy there were five people in the carriage, and two of them looked like students and so would presumably be going all the way to Cambridge. Charles grinned.
‘Good girl, although a very good girl would have obeyed without question.’
‘I’m sorry, Mr Latchley.’
‘That’s better. So, let’s see …’
They were pulling into Watlington, where two of the passengers got out but another got in. At Downham Market both the supposed students got out, to Laura’s dismay, but the other two stayed. Charles was plainly enjoying himself, his eyes twinkling as he watched her reaction, while she had begun to shake and her nipples had grown painfully stiff and sensitive beneath her coat. By the time the train began to slow for Littleport her heart was beating so strongly she was sure he could hear. One of the two remaining passengers got up, but the other stayed firmly rooted to her seat as the train drew to a halt, only to rise and nip through the doors at the last moment. Nobody else got in, and Laura’s mouth had come open in an O of horror as the train started once more. Charles rubbed his hands together.
‘There we are then. I wonder if you have the courage to go through with it?’
Laura shook her head, then nodded, determined not to let him down or break her word and heavily aroused despite herself. Her fingers went to the top button of her coat, easing it open to leave a little of her cleavage showing, but her nerve failed her as she tried to tug her belt loose.
‘I can’t!’
Charles reached out, to tweak the second button of her coat open. She let him, unable to resist, trembling uncontrollably as he opened the third button, to leave her coat held closed over her naked body by her belt alone. Hovis Boy had noticed, but was trying not to look, his attention fixed firmly in front of him but his eyes constantly flicking towards Laura and Charles. Laura struggled to think of some way to justify what she had to do and hit on it almost immediately, the old trick of making it seem that he was the dirty one and not her.
When the train began to slow she was ready, her belt buckle loose, her fingers locked in the supple leather of her coat, Charles smiling as he watched. The platform of Ely station came in sight. Laura’s heart was in her mouth as she spun on her heel, pulling her coat wide to show herself off, her breasts, her belly, the full length of her legs and the neat V of her sex between.
‘Here you are, you little pervert. Is this what you want to see? Have a good look.’
Hovis Boy’s jaw dropped, his eyes popping as he drank in Laura’s naked body, his bag of sandwiches dropping to the floor. She held her pose, until her nerve broke at the sight of a railway guard standing on the platform. Snatching her coat closed, she jumped from the train the instant the doors opened, to hurry down the platform as fast as her heels would permit, with Charles striding along beside her.
‘Wonderful! Beautiful! I really didn’t think you’d do it.’
‘Nor did I!’
Despite her panic, nobody else seemed to have noticed, and they reached Charles’ car without incident. Only when they were underway did she start to relax, and she was still holding her coat tightly closed until they had pulled off the main road. As she calmed down her arousal began to take over, immensely powerful. Charles realised, as always, and quickly turned onto a lane bordered by twin rows of poplars.
Laura gave a grateful sigh and let her coat fall open. Charles reached across to make a quick adjustment, baring her breasts properly as her thighs came wide and she slid a hand between.
20
TO BE WITH Charles, deep in the country, with nothing more to her name than her coat, her shoes and those few essentials she had put in her bag gave Laura the same mixed feelings of freedom and restraint she had already come to associate with the way he treated her. As he had explained, to be his meant to hold nothing back, and so she stayed naked in the house and garden, allowing him to see her and to access her body without qualification.
On the Saturday morning they went walking, along quiet footpaths and through woodland where Laura could keep just a single button of her coat done up, maintaining a constant, gentle arousal. Twice he took her in among the bushes and had her drop the coat from her shoulders to go nude, the first time simply because he wanted to admire her in the bright sunlight, the second time in an old hut at the edge of a copse, where she was put on her knees and fed his cock until he was erect in her mouth. Eager to make him come, Laura had begun to tug on his shaft and squeeze his balls when he pulled her gently back.
‘Not yet. I have something else in mind for you.’
‘What’s that?’
‘Let’s just say I want you ready. Touch yourself, and show me.’
Laura rocked back on her heels, her thighs wide, excited simply to be showing herself so openly even before she’d begun to tease at her sex. Charles watched, nursing his erection but making no effort to take advantage of her rising excitement, until at length he spoke again.
‘That will do, for now.’
‘I’m right on the edge.’
‘Stop it, now!’
She obeyed, reluctantly, and they continued walking, she now on edge, while Charles seemed to return to his normal easy self instantly. Beyond the copse they reached a point at which the path divided, one route broad and clearly marked as a footpath, the other leading between high banks of vegetation. Charles chose the smaller route, leading them in among a dense growth of elder that made the air still and hot, while the path had vanished almost completely. It seemed very unlikely that anybody would see them.
‘Shall I go naked?’
‘Why not? This is all water company land, so we’re safe enough.’
Laura quickly shrugged off her coat, provoking the quick thrill she was coming to enjoy so much. Charles took the garment, leaving her in nothing but her shoes as they moved on, Laura now sure that he would take advantage of her at any moment and looking forward to being stark naked outdoors while she was fucked or they made love, depending on his mood. He made no move, contenting himself with watching her until they came out from the elder copse to a long straight stretch of grass between two high banks. Charles paused, listening.
‘It might be wise to cover up, unless you’d like to risk giving a few engineers a treat?’
‘Not fully naked, maybe a flash if we’re safe. Hang on, I just need to nip into the bushes.’
‘Why?’
‘To pee.’
‘What did I say about hiding yourself?’
‘Yes, but … well, I suppose so, if you feel that it’s important?’
‘It’s only important if you feel I shouldn’t be allowed to see.’
‘No, of course not, but … I don’t know, it’s …’
‘Rude?’
‘Well, yes, but more than that. I don’t know, but I remember an article I read, about how a woman should never let a man see that sort of thing because it spoils her mystique.’
‘That might be true, if you were in a relationship with Hovis Boy from the train. You are not. Now do it.’
Laura was blushing hot, but did as she was told, squatting down to one side of the path, her thighs well open to make sure nothing was hidden despite her misgi
vings. Charles watched, his face calm, with none of the shame or lust she might have expected, making it far easier to let go, and as she peed in front of him she realised that she had broken one more barrier in the way of the complete intimacy she craved. He waited until she had dabbed a tissue from her handbag to her sex before speaking again.
‘Does that feel better?’
‘Yes, and you don’t mean because I don’t need to go any more, do you?’
‘No.’
‘And you knew how I’d feel, didn’t you?’
‘Naturally.’
She pulled her coat back on and fastened the belt, leaving the buttons loose. As they walked on she took his hand, needing to feel she was being led by him, not only as lovers, and as his plaything, but as a pupil to her master. He walked a step ahead, taking the position naturally as they followed the path to where a bridge of metal gridwork crossed a dyke, from the top of which they could see back across the flat fields. The top of Charles’ pump tower was visible in the distance among the trees.
Twenty minutes later they were once more indoors. Laura immediately shrugged off her coat and kicked her heels away, taking a moment to massage her feet before padding into the kitchen after Charles. He was at the work surface, with one of the cupboards open, just taking down a blue china dish in which sat an oblong pat of deep yellow butter with a rounded knife pushed into the top.
‘Are we having lunch?’
‘In a while. Once I’ve dealt with you.’
‘Yes, please.’
‘Kneel on a chair.’
Laura did as she was told, pulling a kitchen chair out from under the table and climbing on with her arms rested on the back and her spine pulled in to make her bottom as prominent and vulnerable as possible. Charles gave an appreciative nod.
‘You have a natural instinct for sexual display, Laura.’
‘Thank you.’
She felt ready, and was sure that if he’d intended to punish her she would have been taken upstairs to the necessary room, but he still seemed intent on his preparations for lunch, using the butter knife to cut a piece generous enough for the largest of baked potatoes. He glanced at her bottom, then stepped close.