‘Never? Really?’ Maria turned her head and looked straight at her. At that moment Adrienne was stunned by the girl’s beauty, as though she had missed it completely the night before.
‘Never,’ she breathed. ‘I don’t know why I’m doing it now.’ She let the jersey drop, covering Maria’s reddening bottom.
‘That doesn’t matter,’ said Maria, turning to face her. ‘Let’s do it properly.’ Adrienne looked puzzled, but Maria simply took her hand. ‘Come on,’ she whispered.
She led her from the kitchen. Maria’s naked feet were silent while Adrienne’s stockinged steps swished on the hall carpet. In the bedroom, Maria turned to look at her again. ‘Sit down,’ she instructed, ‘right there on the edge of the bed.’ Adrienne obeyed, not sure what was going to happen next. Maria stood next to her, knees facing the outside of Adrienne’s right thigh. She crossed her arms and gripped the hem of the jumper, and then, in one swift movement, she lifted it clear of her head and tossed it onto the bed.
She stood in front of Adrienne completely nude. The bedroom curtains were still closed but were thin enough to allow a little sun into the room. Now Adrienne could see how trim and fit Maria really was, with a waist any woman would die for and not a trace of cellulite. Maria’s voice broke the tension.
‘So what you do now,’ she told Adrienne, with a tremor of excitement in her throat, ‘is tell me to get over your knee.’
‘I’m sorry?’ Adrienne was bewildered by this turn of events.
‘Order me over your knee. So you can give me a spanking.’
‘Oh, right, er – Maria, I want you to get – ahem – over my knee. Right now.’ As she said them, Adrienne wondered where the last words had come from.
‘Oooh yes, miss!’ said Maria, practically diving across the waiting lap, landing on her palms on the other side. She wriggled until her bottom was perfectly placed, the most prominent part of her body presented to Adrienne. For a few seconds she stared at it, revelling in the small, tight cheeks, still red from the slaps she had given it in the kitchen. There was also the warm intimacy of their naked flesh rubbing together, close to their genitals. ‘And now,’ came Maria’s voice from somewhere around her feet, ‘you spank me.’
Instinctively, Adrienne put out her arm and gripped Maria’s right hip. She did not know how she would react, and guessed she might need to be kept still for both their sakes. She smoothed her right palm across the taut skin and felt it shiver and turn to gooseflesh under her touch. She lifted her hand and took careful aim.
Splat! Adrienne’s palm landed squarely on its target. It was not a hard slap and Maria only jerked her head a little and gasped. ‘Oh yes!’ she said throatily, ‘and again.’
Adrienne obliged, then again. She had smacked Maria several times before the girl spoke again, and it was not what Adrienne had been expecting to hear. ‘You could go a little harder, you know. I won’t break – I’m not made of glass.’
Instead Adrienne stopped. ‘Harder? You want me to spank you harder?’
‘That’s what I said, isn’t it? Go on, you know I deserve it! I’ve been very naughty.’ Adrienne tried again, landing her hand on the crest of Maria’s right cheek. ‘Oooh! Better,’ she said, ‘but you can be more severe. I’ve been a bad girl, remember.’
‘But you were so good to me last night. I don’t know if I can really hurt you.’
‘I may have been good to you when I got you into bed, but remember how I got you there. I lied to you to pick you up in the pub. I knew you were straight when I saw you, but I still seduced you. I’m such a wicked bitch, I deserve a really sore bottom!’
Her words were followed by a giggle, and her sense of fun was infectious. ‘Yes,’ Adrienne told her, trying to put a firm note in her voice, ‘you have.’ She lifted her hand higher, then brought it down. This time she flicked her wrist just before it landed, giving it what she hoped would be an extra sting. She also cupped her palm, moulding it to the shape of Maria’s bottom cheek.
‘Ow!’ squealed the spanked girl. ‘Ooh! Yes, that’s more like it!’ Another hard spank landed on her other buttock. ‘Aaah! Yes, punish me! I’m such a wicked girl!’
Adrienne was really beginning to enjoy herself. She gripped Maria’s hip even tighter as she landed slap after hard slap. ‘Does it hurt?’ she taunted. ‘Is the message getting through, you naughty little minx?’ She felt her heavy breasts jerk as she swung her right hand down again and again.
‘Oh yes! Yes, it is!’ Maria ground her groin against Adrienne’s thighs. It was obvious what she wanted and Adrienne was going to give it to her.
She gently waggled them, the tips rubbing against the engorged and sensitive flesh. Maria gasped and kicked, apparently finding this treatment harder to bear than the spanking. Adrienne persevered, pushing in further. She pushed until she found what she was looking for – Maria’s clitoris.
Squeezing Maria’s right cheek with her other hand, Adrienne flicked the switch. ‘Ooooh!’ Maria howled, her hips rolling on Adrienne’s lap. ‘Ooh yes! Make me … make me come.’
Adrienne rolled the swollen button against the tip of her longest finger with rapid little strokes, and Maria exploded.
‘Aaah! Aaah! Ooooh! Yes!’ Her thighs scissored up and down, squeezing Adrienne’s hand until it became painful. She glanced at Maria’s top half and saw how furiously the girl’s head was bobbing, her hands clutching desperately at the carpet.
Maria slowly came back to earth. She lay exhausted across Adrienne’s knees, her breathing returning to normal. Adrienne stroked the tight, rounded cheeks on her lap. They looked very sore and red indeed.
After several minutes, Maria stirred and began to push herself upright. Adrienne helped her with a hand on her shoulder. Maria sat next to her on the bed and they embraced and kissed tenderly. Adrienne’s hand strayed down Maria’s body and caressed the curve of her bottom once again.
‘Oooh!’ the girl gasped. ‘You took some persuading to do it, but you spank hard.’
‘I’m sorry, was I too hard?’
‘Oh, I didn’t mean that! No, I like it hard. If I’d known you could do that I’d have gone across your knee last night.’
‘I didn’t know I could do it. And I certainly didn’t think you’d want me to.’
‘You’d be surprised. A lot of lesbians are into CP and SM. We love the roleplaying you can do with sex.’
‘CP? SM?’
‘Corporal punishment and sadomasochism. Giving each other a good spanking, caning or whipping.’
‘Oh, I see.’ Adrienne blushed at Maria’s bluntness, something Maria seemed to find amusing. She laughed and her eyes sparkled. Adrienne felt herself being pushed back on the bed.
‘And after a good spanking,’ Maria went on, her voice a husky whisper, ‘there’s nothing better than a good licking.’ She pulled Adrienne’s thighs apart and bent her head to plant a kiss just below her belly button. Adrienne shivered as Maria’s tongue trailed downwards.
Two more orgasms later, Adrienne was dozing, the duvet drawn loosely over her. She was woken by a loud slapping noise, and opened her eyes to see Maria, still naked, standing next to the bed. In her right hand was one of Adrienne’s slippers, which she must have discovered under the bed. She was slapping the leather sole against her left palm. She saw Adrienne had woken.
‘These are great. I wish I’d seen them earlier.’
‘Great for what?’ Adrienne felt she had to ask, even though she had a good idea what Maria meant.
‘For dealing with a naughty bottom.’ Her eyes shone. ‘My naughty bottom.’
‘You want me to slipper you? Didn’t the spanking hurt enough?’ Adrienne propped herself up on her elbows.
‘That only got me started. Really, I can take much more than just a hand spanking.’
‘If that’s what you want,’ said Adrienne, throwing back the duvet and climbing out of bed. She was only feigning indifference. Her heart was actually thumping at the prospect of dishing out more punishment to this lovely girl.
‘Thanks.’ Maria handed her the slipper. The brunette hopped up on the bed, pulled three pillows into the centre, and plumped them up. She stretched out, making sure the pillows were carefully positioned under her stomach, raising her bottom.
Adrienne knelt by Maria’s left hip. She looked at the shapely back, the redness of her spanked bottom and her lovely slim legs. Maria had folded her arms and was resting her chin on them. She looked as if she was waiting for nothing more sinister than a massage.
Adrienne flexed the slipper. The leather sole was thick. She had bought them because she thought a substantial pair would last longer, never imagining they would be put to a use like this.
Spreading her fingers, she placed her left hand between Maria’s shoulder blades. Taking the heel of the slipper in her other hand, she tapped the sole against Maria’s bottom, sending tiny ripples spreading through the buttocks. Adrienne lifted the slipper to her shoulders. She took a deep breath, held her arm steady for a few seconds, then brought it down.
Whap! It landed loudly across the crown of Maria’s bottom. She let out a little “ooh!” and jerked her head up for a second. Adrienne lifted the slipper again, seeing the vivid red outline it left on Maria’s already marked skin.
She spanked her again, a little lower this time. Another mark registered. The third time she aimed solely for the girl’s left cheek and succeeded in hitting the meat of her buttock. She tried to do the same for the left, but found it harder because of having to reach across Maria’s body. A second shot had Maria squirming and hissing as almost the same patch of tender flesh was struck. Adrienne used the slipper on Maria’s left cheek again, then across the centre of her bottom.
She carried on slippering her for several minutes, using this regular pattern: left, right, left, right, then the middle. As her confidence grew, Adrienne found herself landing the shoe with greater force, but Maria still did not make a fuss. Even so the colour her skin was turning eventually made Adrienne stop. During the morning’s games it had gone from a healthy pink to a deep red blush, and was now almost crimson, with the overlapping outlines and ridges left by the sole of the slipper testament to how much punishment Maria had taken.
Adrienne tossed the slipper onto the floor. Realising her punishment was over, Maria reached back and rubbed her behind tenderly, little noises of discomfort and satisfaction escaping her mouth. Adrienne rubbed with her, feeling a little guilty at the amount of pain she had caused. Wanting to show Maria some affection after the mistreatment, she took hold of her upper arms and lifted her so they knelt facing each other. Maria’s eyes were moist. Adrienne kissed her softly before they embraced.
‘Thank you,’ Maria whispered against Adrienne’s shoulder, ‘that was wonderful.’
‘I hope I did it right,’ Adrienne murmured. The girl’s soft body seemed to fit perfectly against hers. Its warmth was only surpassed by the heat she could feel coming off Maria’s bottom, now her hands had wandered that far down to explore.
‘You certainly did!’ said Maria with feeling. She hugged Adrienne tighter as her fingers explored the marks left by the slipper. ‘Now let me do it right for you.’
She pulled back from Adrienne, who reluctantly found herself being pushed away. Her bottom was lifted by Maria’s left hand as her right slipped one of the pillows beneath it. Then both hands were on the insides of her thighs, parting her legs. Adrienne quivered with mounting excitement as Maria bent her head to apply her skilful tongue right where it was needed. Adrienne ran her fingers over the brunette’s head, eventually taking a gentle hold of a pigtail in each hand as the first of a series of small orgasms went off.
They stayed in bed for most of the day, eventually rising at tea-time to share a shower. Even that took much longer than it should have, with Maria apparently determined to make sure every nook and cranny of their bodies had been well soaped and rinsed. Finally fully dressed, Adrienne rustled up a quick meal from the freezer and they ate off trays in the lounge, the mediocrity of Sunday night television playing pointlessly in front of them.
‘Will you stay tonight?’ asked Adrienne hopefully. Now she had found someone who stuck around after sex, she did not want to let them go, regardless of their gender.
‘I’d better not,’ Maria told her. ‘Not because I don’t want to,’ she added quickly, catching the disappointment in Adrienne’s face, ‘but I don’t think either of us would make it to work tomorrow if I did. And I need a change of clothes before I go in.’
‘Oh, I understand.’ Adrienne knew Maria was right, but had been hoping for a little more in the way of irresponsibility from her.
‘But we can see each other again, of course.’ The words lifted Adrienne’s spirits immediately.
‘Really? I’d love to. How soon?’ She checked herself, realising she was gushing like a teenager.
‘How about Wednesday? In fact, how about every Wednesday?
‘Every Wednesday?’
‘Once a week. You’ve got tons of potential but there’s a lot to learn about sex with a woman, and there’s so much I can teach you. And I bet by Wednesday you’re so fed up with work your sex drive needs to be let off the leash for a night. I know mine does.’
‘So what are you suggesting?’
‘We meet every week, here or at my place, even if it is a bit poky. I’ll show you something new, or if there’s something you want to try we give it a shot.’
‘Are you suggesting an affair?’ Despite the illicit overtones, Adrienne found the idea exciting.
‘Sort of. Or you can think of it as a sexual aerobics class. I’m a brilliant instructor!’ They both laughed at the imagery. ‘So I’ll call you,’ said Maria, putting down her plate and reaching for her bomber jacket as she got up. ‘Sorry, but I really do have to go. I’ll call on Tuesday. I’ll have thought of something new to show you by then.’
‘I can’t wait,’ said Adrienne, rising with her. They embraced and kissed, gently but at length, before Maria turned and headed out with one more goodbye thrown over her shoulder.
As the front door closed, Adrienne picked up the plates and carried them to the kitchen. The washing-up could wait till tomorrow. Going back to her bedroom, she opened the writing case and flicked the secret catch. Taking out the next letter, she sank back on the unmade bed and began to read.
Chapter Five
My dearest Connie,
My relationship with Miss Prior having become so strange, I have taken it upon myself to write again, so that I might make sense of these events. I trust you, cousin, to keep my secrets. Do we not, after all, have plenty more between us, some most scandalous?
Today’s events are just such a case in point. My morning lesson with Miss Prior followed its usual pattern. My Greek and Latin were put to the sternest test. I tried my hardest, not feeling disposed toward the bite of the cane today. Miss Prior, however, must have felt disposed toward administering punishment, since her questions were of the hardest quality, such as one might expect to be asked of a Cambridge student or seminary novice. It was, she told me, the best – indeed, the only – way to measure my improvement.
If so, she must have been sorely disappointed in me. By the end of our lesson I had made six grammatical errors and I trembled, my bottom flinching beneath me in anticipation of the rod. Miss Prior told me to stand and step out in front of my desk. I did so, my head bowed and my hands clenched as I awaited the order to turn and bend over my desk. So I was not prepared for what followed.
Opening her own desk, Miss Prior took out a parcel, the one which she had place
d such importance on collecting from the village post office some days ago. It was still in its brown paper wrapping, the address label tied to one end. Taking up her pen knife, Miss Prior cut the string. Clearly she knew exactly what the parcel contained.
I watched with fascination and fear as she unwrapped it. It contained a small black object, cylindrical in shape. As she lifted it clear of the paper it seemed to double in size and I realised what I was looking at, as the leather thongs fell away from the handle. Miss Prior now held in her hands a small whip.
She ran the tails, about a dozen in all, through her fingers, while clutching the handle lovingly in her right hand. ‘Do you like it, Catherine?’ She looked at me, but it was not a question which required an answer. ‘It is called a martinet,’ she went on, ‘and the traditional implement of correction in French households. Before I came here, I held a post with a prominent family in Paris. They had two headstrong daughters. At least, they were headstrong before I became their governess. When I returned to England they were the most demure, well behaved girls you could imagine.’ I shuddered at the thought. I could well imagine the methods Miss Prior employed upon them. ‘The head of the household was well pleased with my work and rewarded me handsomely. He also told me if I ever wished for anything for my trade which I could not obtain on this side of the Channel I should contact him immediately. When I saw you and discovered you were to be my new charge, I did just that.’
Miss Prior stood and came out from behind her desk. ‘You are such a lovely girl, Catherine; your complexion is so fresh, almost continental. It would be such a shame to mark it with nothing more than the cane or birch. It cries out for the soft leather of the French whip.’ By now tears were in my eyes. This woman was so cruel! She had not yet laid a hand on me and already I was distraught.
‘I wrote asking for a martinet to be sent to me,’ she went on, apparently oblivious to my distress. ‘In Paris, I used the family’s own implement. Needless to say, I could not bring it with me on my return, but my former employer was as good as his word, and this arrived within a week.’ She stretched the whip in front of me, her hands gripping each end gently. ‘It is brand new, Catherine; made just for your bottom!’ She said this with such relish, as the tears began to roll down my face. Then came the instruction I had been dreading. ‘Turn around and prepare yourself for its first kiss.’