An Enticing Letter

I put the letter down and mopped my brow with my handkerchief. The letter had come in the morning post and I was glad that I had chosen to read it in my study rather than at the breakfast table. It was from my darling Anastasia and it made very hot reading!

My dearest George,

I am writing to you to inform you that I have a particular favour to ask of you, a favour that you might find rather difficult to grant but something that is very dear to my heart. I am not going to tell you what that favour is until you come and visit me at Sloane Square. However ,in order to whet your appetite and to entice you to arrange your visit with some alacrity I will describe the reward I have in mind for you should you assent to my request.

Knowing your love of the rod I have made a number of purchases from our favourite educational suppliers. My collection now consists of six different canes. The lightest is very thin and whippy, extremely pliant it imparts and very sharp, intense sting. The next is a junior school cane with a straight handle. It is of a length that it might be comfortably used when the victim is placed across your knees, thus affording a very intimate view of the stripes as they are laid on. The third implement is also described as a junior cane. However, this one is of the traditional type with a crook handle and of standard length. It is a light cane but nonetheless is capable of producing a very nice red stripe and making the victim gasp with pain. The fourth rod is described in the catalogue as a ‘Senior Girl’s Cane’. It is longer and thicker than its little sister and I have no doubt that it will be very effective when you apply it across my bare bottom. The penultimate cane is a boy’s reformatory cane and looks very severe indeed, I am sure it will have me dancing if you cane me as hard as you usually do. The final rod is your favourite Dragon Cane. I need not describe it to you since you have had the pleasure of using it on me before and we both know how effective it can be.

I propose a variation on our ‘Game of the Cane’. You shall begin with the lightest cane, and give me six strokes across my bare cheeks. Normally you would then pleasure me for the agreed number of seconds. This time I will pleasure you with my fingers, lips and tongue whilst you count off the time. If I have not successfully brought you off then you will cane me again, another six strokes, with the next implement in succession. We will continue to play until my ministrations succeed and you are spent. I intend to draw out the game as long as I can. You know my expertise in the arts of lovemaking, I fully expect to bring you to the brink many times before I let you find your release. I also expect to be punished more severely than I have ever been in past but fully accept this as part of my reward to you.

I await your reply with eager anticipation.

Your obedient servant (nay slave!)

Anastasia Kelling

I read through the letter again, aware of the way it made my heart beat faster and the degree of arousal it provoked in me. I did not know what she wanted to ask of me but that did not matter. I must make arrangements to visit her as soon as possible. I rang for Jenks.

“Jenks, I need you to send an urgent telegram to Mrs Kelling,” I told him.

“Urgent sir?” he raised an eyebrow and I thought I detected the ghost of a smirk. There’s not much that gets past Jenks, but at this very moment I could not care, all I wanted was to visit Anastasia and to claim my prize!