Shadow Lane Volume 9: The History of Hugo Sands and other Stories of Spanking and Love. Eve Howard
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don’t want him anymore.”
“I’ll give you his number.”
“Okay, I’ll bug him some more about letting me film him and see if he asks me out.”
Bettie pulled out the card from Augie Rose and read its contents aloud to Brooke, “Dearest Bettie, What a night that was and what a girl you are. I am slain. Augie Rose.”
“So they can still get it up at that age?” Brooke asked as they headed into West Hollywood via Beverly Hills.
“Get it up? He had me both ways!”
“Wow. I’ve barely ever been sodomized. I keep hoping I’ll meet a man who’s interested but the closest I’ve come are men at the club wanting to put toys in me.”
“Do you let them?”
“We’re not supposed to let the customers take those sorts of liberties, but I have a few regulars I grant special privileges to.”
“Look what Augie gave me when I was going out this morning,” said Bettie, pulling out two new hundred-dollar bills.
“Wow,” exclaimed Brooke. “He even gave you allowance. I’m so impressed.”
“Let’s go to Melrose. I want one of those PVC slip dresses and a pair of four inch heels!”
Over the next week, Brooke did not call Gilbert, but she thought about him at least once a day. Consequently, on Friday night, he showed up at The Keep to book a session with her. She was somewhat disappointed when all he did during the session was turn her over his knee and spank her (rather hard!) for the entire half hour, not even pulling down her panties until minute twenty-two. He neither scolded nor flirted, so she did not know what to think. But when she did catch a glimpse of his expression in the opposite mirror, it was one of grim determination. Brooke could only conclude that he was using her as a surrogate for Bettie, just to have someone to punish for Bettie’s betrayal. The entire situation felt so B&D Gothic to Brooke that she began to dream of Gilbert every night.
Meanwhile, Bettie found it nearly impossible to concentrate on her studies. She longed to see Augie Rose again, but didn’t quite know how to make this happen. She had called and left a message about bringing back the car, which he had breezily replied to in a quick email, telling her to keep it for a while. Bettie didn’t realize that Augie was as hesitant to rush her as she was to dog him.
But finally, thirty-six hours later, her passion overcame her better judgment and she typed a reply to his last that demanded attention: “I’m starving.”
Thirty minutes later they were meeting at a favorite bistro of Augie’s at the bottom of Nichols Canyon. She was wearing the new black PVC slip dress and the matching fetish pumps, under a leather jacket that Brooke had lent her.
“That’s a great outfit,” Augie told her as they consulted the menu, “for a B&D call girl.” Bettie instantly looked stricken. Then she saw by his eyes he was teasing.
“I used the allowance you gave me to buy it and the heels. Do you like them?” Bettie extended one slender ankle to display one of her spectator pumps.
“You’re a good shopper,” he commended her, “but you’re attracting a lot of attention, young lady.”
Bettie melted and murmured, “I just want you to notice me.”
“I think everyone is noticing you. That dress clings to your bottom like ink.”
“I apologize for dressing inappropriately,” she offered.
“You’re lucky you don’t get your first public spanking for that.”
“A public spanking?” Bettie was intrigued beyond words.
“I saw a tree with a circular bench facing the front entrance.”
“Brooke told me her ex-boyfriend spanked her outside of Yamashiro once,” Bettie confided.
“I didn’t realize it was becoming such a trend!”
“I’ll cut you a break,” Augie told her, as they left the restaurant an hour later.
“What do you mean?” she asked as he took her by the hand and strolled towards the tree.
“I’ll spank you on the side facing away from the entrance,” he replied, taking her there, sliding onto the bench and pulling her lithe form over his lap. The PVC skirt was so shiny and taut it seemed to reflect the moonlight on the crest of each small, jutting, oval bottom cheek. The skirt only came down to Bettie’s upper thighs and her black fishnet tights looked adorably naughty outlining her shapely legs. The fetish pumps were perfection on her tiny size five feet.
“No my dear, this is not an outfit to wear in public, unless you are working,” he declared, spanking her pert backside firmly and resounding at least thirty swats. Bettie had no idea whether anyone was leaving or entering the restaurant at that moment or how much they could see, but the unmistakable sound of crisp smacks connecting with a patent leather girded rear was unmistakable to her sensitive ears. When pulled her by her hand back to the valet station, he seemed perfectly indifferent as to whether anyone had heard or seen what he’d just done. Nor could Bettie raise her eyes. Her face felt warm, as did her bottom under the skintight skirt.
Augie Rose may have been just a little too civilized for Garda, but he was just edgy enough to electrify the much younger Bettie, who soon became his spoiled darling. Possessed of the natural authority that comes from achieving an early and steady success in the business world, Augie didn’t have to try to impress Bettie; just being who he was and doing what he did accomplished that. Even weeks after they began their affair, she still felt pleasantly intimidated by him.
For Augie’s part, it was all too easy to become accustomed to the company of a charming and compliant young lady whose pure and unrestrained love seemed to envelope him from their first night together. The way she clung to him each night, the way she fussed over his morning coffee, the glow on her face when she waved to him from a table in a cafe where they were to meet, all were clear indications of her affection. It was but a step from complaining about her roommate to having a suite set aside for her own use in Augie’s house. He never asked Bettie to spend up to five nights a week there, but this is what transpired naturally. With the old Volvo to take her back and forth to school this scarcely inconvenienced her at all. Since he was gone during the day, the house made the perfect secluded study palace, with her choice of computers and refreshments.
A late autumn heat wave permitted Bettie to swim in Augie’s pool every day of the first week of November. Suddenly she began to see the virtue of a California winter. Brooke was also of course encouraged to visit Bettie at Augie’s house and the girls made it their haven in the afternoons whenever they could meet there.
Neither Bettie nor Brooke could quite understand what was going on in Gilbert’s mind when he came to see Brooke once more at The Keep. Again, he only took her over his knee and spanked her, eschewing conversation. Glimpsing his face in the mirror, Brooke saw that Gilbert was still angry and bitter about losing his girl.
But the second time he came to see her was slightly different. She was amazed when he gave her a hundred dollar tip after the simple, though stinging spanking. “Really?” she sputtered incredulously.
“I sold my first house today,” Gilbert admitted, smiling faintly.
“Congratulations! Where was it? Who bought it? And for how much?”
“Brentwood, a movie star and five million dollars,” he modestly reported.
“A female movie star?”
“Yes,” he nodded wryly.
“A female movie star over the age of thirty five?” said Brooke shrewdly.
“How did you know?”
“That creeping blush. It’s a sure indication that you exerted more than just your powers of persuasion in making that sale.”
“What