Shadow Lane Volume 1 & 2: The Romance of Discipline, Spanking, Sex, B&D and Anal Eroticism in a Small New England Village. Eve Howard
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got up and followed her, admiring the shape of her beautiful bottom under the smooth electric blue silk dress.
“Tell me something, Jane,” he said, watching her busy herself at the long chrome range. “Did that ex-boyfriend of yours ever spank you?”
“Spank me? Of course not.”
“Amazing,” Hugo observed, for Michael Flagg had been on his mailing list from the start.
“What is?”
“That he could resist the impulse for so long,” Hugo said, going back into his office again.
A few minutes later, Jane came in with the coffee tray. Although she was being terribly annoying that day, Hugo was finding it hard to keep his eyes off her stunning body and long legs.
“As a matter of fact,” Jane admitted, “Michael threatened to spank me on a number of occasions, but never did.” She smiled, but the recollection also brought her color up.
“Did he! And yet it never came to pass. Why not?”
“I don’t think he ever seriously intended to spank me.”
“No. Of course not.” Hugo tasted the coffee.
“Saying that was just his way of letting me know that he thought I’d gone too far,” Jane explained. “How is the coffee?” she added anxiously.
“Horrible. I’ll have to teach you how to brew coffee.”
“You shouldn’t drink so much coffee,” Jane said. “And you shouldn’t smoke.”
“And you shouldn’t lecture your employer,” Hugo said; “If you wish to continue to not be spanked.”
After Jane turned on her stiletto heel and strutted out of his office, Hugo sat for a few minutes wondering again how Michael Flagg could have ever resisted paddling that pert behind for two days, no less two years. He himself had only been around Jane on a regular basis for two weeks, but even so far, the day did not go by when he did not imagine the pleasure of putting the opinionated little activist over his knee.
It was when Jane began to expound on her philosophy and interests that the urge to upend and correct her was strongest in Hugo. Today he’d fought the urge valiantly, but did not know how much longer he could continue to do so, especially if she thought she was going to lecture him each time she got bored.
Chapter Four Return To Random Point
October was vivid, the air cracking fresh, the skies above Manhattan gorgeously blue for days. Laura and Marguerite did not check into the Bennington Club, as originally planned, but stayed at The Plaza at the expense of Randy Price instead. Marguerite went shopping every day and lunched with a variety of interesting men in the scene.
Laura passed her days in an orgy of bittersweet remembrance, revisiting the various places in and around the city where William had disciplined and made love to her the previous spring.
If Laura’s days were moody rambles under leaf dappled skies and looming gothic spires, her nights were spent in a contrastingly high tech and blindingly glossy atmosphere, as Marguerite shepherded her through all the hottest bars and clubs in Manhattan. If Laura’s goal in coming to New York was to even the score, Marguerite helped her achieve it beyond her most decadent fantasies, arranging for a number of highly paid sessions, between a series of gentlemanly dominants, Laura and herself. “Playing” in the scene with jaded executives and lust-starved dreamers, had for years kept Marguerite in the luxuries of life, but receiving “allowance” for submitting to or administering corporal punishment was entirely new to Laura and extremely empowering.
Occasionally, the session Marguerite arranged would include an act of sex, with Laura as the object. The fact that Laura would allow any number of liberties to be taken with her charming body insured her universal popularity with players of every stamp and Marguerite felt fully justified in asking enormous allowances from some of her wealthiest admirers, in exchange for the rarified thrill of taking Laura, while Marguerite either assisted or observed.
Laura saw nothing immoral in making a few thousand dollars while evening the score with her husband. She was, in fact, beginning to feel like a very clever and independent girl.
The more men she allowed Marguerite to introduce her to, the better she felt about the whole William - Damaris situation. Once Laura realized that she’d been had by eight different men, since last seeing her husband, William’s one short-lived affair with his secretary virtually ceased to disturb her.
Hugo Sands was certain that Marguerite and Laura would return from their antics in Manhattan for his party, an annual event for which he had this year rented a mansion called The Cliff House.
He was still vaguely irritated with his favorite pet, Marguerite, for departing from town so abruptly, without even bothering to ask whether her absence would be convenient at this time. He was particularly irked at her for not calling to let him know where she had gone until three days in New York had elapsed.
However, he understood the redhead’s motives well enough and couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement when she described how perverse their Laura could be.
Hugo threw a good party, with a full bar, amply furnished buffet tables and continuous atonal music. Everyone important in Random Point showed up. The remainder of the guests were divided equally between Hugo’s associates in the antiques business and his numerous colorful and bizarre connections in the B&D scene. It made for a compatible mix. There were even crossovers. Why shouldn’t a collector of rare manuscripts also collect antique Hermes riding crops?
Marguerite and Laura sauntered in through the front door at ten, confidently leather clad and glamorously sleek. The milling throng of revelers crowding the foyer and staircase swallowed them up almost at once. Most of the women who came from the New England B&D scene wore leather, glove-tight latex or shiny PVC. Mixed in with these glamorous creatures was a traditional selection of vampires, mummies, ghouls, witches and sorcerers. There was also a small avant garde fringe who arrived dressed as five pieces of sushi, a couple that came as a plug and socket and several Easter Island statues.
“I see Marguerite’s gotten Laura into her first pair of 5” heels,” Hugo remarked to William Random, who stood beside him on the gallery above the choked hall and staircase. William made a splendid barbarian in a leather torso harness that displayed his impressive muscularity dramatically. Studded gauntlets garnished his forearms and lacing sandals latticed his massive calves. His full leather facemask might have been as menacing as its designer had intended if it were not for the horn rimmed eyeglasses, which he’d strapped on over it.
“Do you think Laura will recognize me?” William queried his companion, leaning his granite abdomen against the railing.
“Considering you have no clothes on, I wouldn’t be surprised!” replied Hugo patiently, wondering if it would really be possible to remain William Random’s friend while actively pursuing his wife.
Hugo, who considered fancy dress appropriate for everyone but himself, wore his usual well-tailored evening clothes. Like William’s, his gaze followed the forms of Marguerite and Laura, wriggling through the crowd in the foyer. “Your wife looks even cockier than Marguerite tonight,” Hugo observed at the moment eye contact was fixed between themselves and the girls. But Laura’s mien of careless defiance melted at the sight of her husband.
“Marguerite, let’s go up!” Laura touched an elbow-gloved hand to her friend’s white shoulder.
“Ouch!” Marguerite cried suddenly. Looking back over one bare shoulder she saw she had been struck upon the right cheek of her large, luscious bottom with a toy arrow, which adhered to the surface it had struck, by means of a suction cup tip. She yanked it from her leather-clad rear end as she raked the press of guests surrounding her with a glare.
“Did you see that?” Hugo laughed.
“That