Shadow Lane Volume 7: How Cute Is That? A Novel of Spanking, Sex and Love. Eve Howard
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“Just the Matchmakers book, Julian. I was just so curious to see it,” she explained, with a pounding heart.
He frowned at her a moment then said, “Come with me.”
Julian led her into his study and motioned for her to sit down in the chair opposite his massive desk. After momentarily scrutinizing her fair face he directed his attention to the booklet and began to leaf through it.
“Your ad came out well,” she commented shakily. “You look handsome.” He merely raised his eyebrows at her then continued to read. After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence he put down the booklet and turned his attention to the many letters. He leafed through them, shuffled them, then stacked them neatly in a pile. There were ten replies in all. Julian looked at Zoe.
“I should punish you severely for opening my mail,” he speculated. She flashed him one resentful pout then jumped to her feet.
“I’d better go now. I’m sure you want to be alone to read your mail.”
“You’ll go when I tell you to go,” he snapped, causing her to subside in the chair.
“You certainly got a lot of responses,” she commented boldly.
“A surprising amount,” he agreed, amused by her jealousy.
“I guess you won’t be needing me anymore,” she blurted out, with a catch in her voice. Then she sprung up again and made for the door.
“Zoe, where do you think you’re going?”
“I’m sorry, I can’t stay now. I’m too upset!” She ran out of the room, but he followed her and brought her back by the hand.
“Sit down,” he pushed her towards the tufted leather sofa. “You’re going to read the letters to me.” By now Julian had become very attached to Zoe and could not imagine anyone more desirable presenting herself to him. Just that morning he had sent The Matchmakers a handsome check for the introduction and had instructed them to pull his ad from the publication.
However, the prospect of all these adventurous new women offering themselves to him could not fail to intrigue the doctor, and he knew that his nature would compel him to follow up on any of the letters that seemed interesting.
Zoe accepted a letter opener and slit the first envelope. It contained a single sheet of pink paper, inscribed in a round, childish hand. There was no photo and the contents of the letter were too bland to frighten her. It was simply a letter from a 30-year-old computer consultant into spanking. She seemed inexperienced, compliant, awed by Julian’s photo but not particularly bright. Julian took the letter and told her to open the next one.
The next letter came with a photo depicting a plain, plump young woman in a black bra, panties and garter belt. She was turned with her face to the wall in a dreary apartment and her letter was equally unappealing. She claimed to be into every aspect of B&D, particularly that of sexual servitude.
“I’m not surprised, with that presentation,” Zoe snorted, slightly cheered by the contents of the first two letters. Several more letters from sincere but ordinary young women followed, generally accompanied by fuzzy snap shots. Some of the letters were surprisingly graphic, others timid and paranoid. None so far bore the stamp of originality. They flirted heavy-handedly. Not one was clever.
But the last letter was different. It came in an 8” x 10” envelope that also disgorged a glossy black and white still. Zoe’s heart contracted with pain and fear when she beheld a small waisted, stringently corseted blonde, who appeared to be of legal age, but only barely, with her long, straight hair down her back and a provocative expression in her wide, light eyes. She perched on the edge of a chair, her wrists apparently bound behind her back, her ample, surgically enhanced bosom thrust up and out and her bare bottom elegantly displayed as she sat turned three quarters from the camera lens.
Zoe handed Julian the photo with a shaky hand and lit a cigarette before reading the letter aloud.
“Dear Doctor,” she began, glancing up to watch Julian’s reaction to the beautiful, professionally photographed portrait. “I’m a single female, 23, 5’6”, 120 lbs., with measurements of 34D, 24”, 35”. I graduated from U.C.L.A. last year with a degree in Communications.
I’m currently employed as a freelance model. My photo spreads have appeared in Penthouse and Skin Two. I’ve felt myself to be submissive ever since reading The Story of O while still in high school, but it’s only recently that I’ve begun to explore this facet of my character.
I don’t have a boyfriend at the moment because none of the men I know are the slightest bit dominant, although my recent discovery of OOTC has allowed me to play a bit at parties.
I was attracted to your ad because I’m quite desirous of meeting a handsome, experienced, generous, older man to guide me on my odyssey in the scene.
I love spanking, whipping, caning, bondage, anal erotica, oral servitude, immobilization and sensory deprivation, and am extremely interested in having my nipples as well as my labia pierced.
I live in West L.A. and would be free to get together any evening. If interested, please give me a call at the number below.
Waiting for your command, Gloria Lindstrom. ”
“Wow,” said Zoe. “She seems just perfect for you, Julian.”
“Think so?”
“She’s got everything you’re looking for and more.”
“Except for the fact that she’s not my type,” he pointed out.
“In what way is Gloria not your type?”
“She’s too young. What could we possibly have to talk about?”
“With that body why would you even need to talk?”
Julian merely smiled and said, “I’m also pretty sure she’s a pro.”
“Because she wants a generous lover?”
“That and her eagerness to please.”
“But that comes with the territory, doesn’t it?”
“In your case it certainly doesn’t.”
“And you’re so generous anyway, what does it matter if she is a pro?”
“I’ve dated models before. They’re boring.”
“How can you say that, Julian? This girl is “Beauty” incarnate.
Everything about her screams perfect submissive.”
“Maybe I prefer my imperfect submissive.”
“You mean me?”
“Who else?”
“But you’re going to call her, aren’t you?”
“I’ll probably call her once.”
“Right,” said Zoe, the color rushing to her face.
“One date should satisfy both my curiosity and hers.”
“What’s OOTC?”
“Out of the Closet. That’s the local B&D support group.”
“I never heard of it.”
“I’ll give you their newsletter.”
“I expect you’ll be getting replies every day from now on.”
“Mmmm.”
Zoe took up the Matchmakers publication and began to read the ads from local men.
Two weeks later Zoe