Shadow Lane Volume 7: How Cute Is That? A Novel of Spanking, Sex and Love. Eve Howard
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her thighs and placed his palm against her damp curls. This electrified her to shudders. Julian’s middle finger slipped inside her and bathed in her creamy excitement. Zoe squirmed and ground against his thighs. Still holding her firmly by the waist, he pistoned his finger in and out until she almost came. Then he looked at his watch and noticed that it was nearly time for their dinner reservation.
“This will have to be continued later,” he told her, pulling free of her tender grip, pulling her panties back up and setting her back on her feet before him. “We have just enough time to get to The Ivy.”
Zoe felt as limp as a wet leaf as he placed her in the front seat of his car and got in beside her with a smile.
“What are you thinking, Zoe?” he asked as he set them on a course for Beverly Hills.
“Nothing.”
“Don’t lie.”
“Do you have a girlfriend?”
“Would I have made the tape if I did?”
“So, what kind of girl are you really looking for?”
“Well, the kind without a boyfriend would have been preferable, but you’ll do,” he smiled fully at her.
“Come on,” she demurred.
“Zoe, why do you think Teresa sent you the tape? You fit the description of the kind of girl I’m looking for perfectly.”
“I don’t know about that,” Zoe protested.
“Oh? And why not?”
“Because I’m not really submissive,” she declared apologetically.
“No?”
“Well, no,” she returned.
“You certainly take a spanking nicely,” he informed her.
“You know, you’re a lot less intimidating in person than on film,”
Zoe told him shyly.
“That’s because I’m doing my best to put you at ease. But what do you mean when you say you’re not submissive? I was giving you a pretty hard spanking just now and you were getting wet.”
“Oh, I’m into spanking, but not the other things you mentioned.”
“Really? You wouldn’t let me tie you up?”
“Maybe my wrists, but I wouldn’t let myself be gagged.”
“Not even with a clean, white handkerchief, like on Superman?”
“I suppose Lois and Jimmy did get tied up and gagged quite a bit.”
“And you wouldn’t suffer yourself to be fitted for a custom waist cinch?”
“Weren’t corsets the reason Victorian ladies were always having fits of the vapors?”
“But what magnificent figures they achieved.”
“And I’m not exactly sure what you meant by the term role playing,” Zoe remarked as he gave his car to the valet and led her into the restaurant.
Once they were seated Julian replied.
“Well, an example of role playing would be you coming to my office, as though you sought a medical consultation, and me behaving like the authoritative physician that I am.”
“You mean in the way you discussed on your tape?”
“Only if that sort of thing interests you.”
“It does,” she replied, coloring again.
After dinner Julian took Zoe back to his house, which was a small, Tudor style mansion set well back on Maple Street in Beverly Hills. Zoe was dazzled and intimidated. But after a liqueur and a smoke in the sitting room, she seemed almost ready to play.
Julian told Zoe that she was much too well educated to be a porno writer and suggested that she should be punished for the inertia that had kept her in the same position for over a year. Since Zoe was fairly indifferent to her job, she allowed him to pull her across his lap once more.
Once again, he gave her a good spanking and once again, she responded to it passionately. But the dream of erotic perfection fell apart when he determined to send her to the corner.
Zoe, who had just been put off his lap looked at him and explained, “I don’t want to stand in the corner. It’s just not me.”
Julian had instructed every girl he had ever spanked at a club to stand in the corner and none had ever argued about it. He suddenly realized that having been paid for their time, they were obliged to obey him, while Zoe had consented to see him only to please herself. He wondered whether all non-professional submissives were as willful as Zoe. Was it possible the club scene had fostered a belief in a kind of woman who didn’t exist in the real world?
“Do it to please me,” he told her coolly.
“I’d feel silly.”
“Don’t you feel silly getting a spanking at your age?”
“Oh no! That feels divine.”
“So you won’t obey me in this one small request?”
“I’d prefer not to,” she said stubbornly.
Julian was on the point of taking her back across his knee and spanking her until she agreed to obey him. He could spank her much harder than she liked and force her to comply with his simple request. But, would he ever see her again if he did?
“I’ll ask you one more time to obey me and stand in the corner,” he said sternly. Zoe hadn’t wanted to make him angry, but she shrunk from the indignity of being placed in the corner. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes.
“I don’t want to,” she decisively refused.
“Very well,” he said, cold and offended. “Then perhaps I’d better take you home now.”
“Okay,” she said shakily, pulling on her blazer and biting on her trembling lower lip. When he saw the effect his sudden harshness had on her, Julian’s cock throbbed with excitement. But she had to be taught a lesson for placing her dignity above her dominant’s gratification.
Julian hardly spoke as he drove Zoe home. Meanwhile she went over the events of the evening in her mind and still believed that they ought to be making love now.
When they stopped in front of her cottage, she fled the car with a hasty good-bye and a tear in each eye. Julian drove away immediately, frustrated and angry both with her and himself. Meanwhile Zoe locked the door behind her and burst into sobs, feeling terribly punished.
But the next morning she awoke with a fresh point of view and immediately dialed Julian’s home number. His machine answered and she identified herself. A moment later, Julian picked up.
“Julian, I just called to thank you for dinner.”
“Thank you for joining me,” he replied without much warmth.
“And I did want to ask you a question,” Zoe added without hesitation.
“Okay.”
“Julian, I realize that our evening didn’t go quite perfectly, but the very fact that it happened at all was an amazing thing to me, being as I needed so desperately to play.”
“I understand,” he said, softening a little.
“Well, I wanted to thank you for that. I mean, for making the session so agreeable.”
“It was agreeable to me as well,” he said, unbending a little more.
“I do wish that we were better suited to each other. But since we’re obviously not, I was wondering whether you would mind if I got in contact with the company that shot your video, so that I could make a tape of my own?”
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