I arrived at Sloane Square just after two o’clock. Anastasia had asked me to arrive after lunch since she wanted to give the staff the afternoon off in order that we could have the afternoon and evening together completely uninterrupted. There was no danger of being disturbed by Herbert, the dreary fellow was on extended visit to the United States of America and would not return from New York for another fortnight.
Anastasia was looking wonderful. She was dressed in a silk housecoat, but it was obvious that she was not fully dressed beneath it. I wondered what she might be wearing for my benefit, I was very soon to find out. She was beautifully made up and her hair was elegantly coiffured. She gave me a chaste kiss on the side of the cheek and then led me through into her drawing room.
The first thing that caught my eye was her collection of canes. She had laid them out in careful order across the table, the lightest rod on the left, the heaviest on the right. She saw me looking and smiled.
“Do you like my little collection George, they’ve been purchased with you in mind?”
“I do indeed,” I told her, “you described them beautifully in your letter.”
“Yes, I wanted to entice you with the thought of what you might do with them, what you might do to me. Are you looking forward to our little game George?”
I was very much looking forward to it. Indeed, I had been thinking of little else since I had read her letter!
I nodded, “Very much so Anastasia. When does play commence?”
She giggled girlishly, “Be patient George. I think you should take a seat and let me remind you of what I propose.”
Once I was seated she came and stood in front of me. I reached out to pull her towards me but she took a step back away from my reach.
“No George, no touching, not yet. For the next few minutes you can look but you can’t touch.”
She turned away from me and began to undo her housecoat. She slipped it off her bare shoulders very slowly, gradually revealing what was underneath. She was wearing the tightest laced corset I had ever seen. It was black silk, trimmed with fine lace. It showed off the alabaster skin of her shoulders and accentuated her elegantly slender neck. She let the housecoat fall a little further. She was wearing no knickers, but her opaque black stockings were held up by pale blue ribbons. Her bottom was white, unmarked, full and round. I felt my cock harden in my trousers. By God she was a beautiful woman! She let the housecoat fall to her ankles and stepped from it. She turned and let me look at her. The dark hair at the juncture of her thighs had been trimmed into a very neat triangle. She looked gorgeous.
“Now George, I think I said that we would start with the light cane.”
She picked it up and gave it a little swish through the air.
“It’s such a whippy little thing isn’t it?” she flexed it in her hands, demonstrating how pliant it was, “It doesn’t look much but it imparts an intense sting. I find it quite takes my breath away. Do you remember George?”
Of course I remembered! I nodded my head.
“I said six strokes with each, but perhaps with this little cane it should be eight? Then I think I might like to kneel in front of you and just use my fingers to play with you. I can see that I’m already getting you aroused.”
She ran her tongue across her top lip and gave me a very wicked smile. She replaced the first cane on the table and picked up the next. It was much shorter in length than the others. She gave it a little kiss then caressed her bare thigh with it.
“I think I’d better go across your knees for this one George. I suspect it will make me wriggle a lot. If I’m very wriggly then you’ll have to give me extra, won’t you?”
I could only nod again, she certainly knew how to get me going, I didn’t quite trust myself to speak.
“Then of course it will be time to give you a little kiss. Not on your lips I think, but on the very tip of your manhood, lots of little kisses whilst you count nice and slowly to thirty.”
I was already playing out the scene in my mind.
She placed the junior cane on the table and picked up the next. This was a standard school-style implement.
“The first of the proper educational canes,” she said. She turned and held it across her bare bottom. She turned her head and addressed me over her shoulder. “Six of the best with me over the arm of the sofa. Then I could stay in that position and pleasure you whilst you admired the results of your handiwork. I think the stripes across my bottom should be beautifully red by then and should look most fetching.”
I shifted on the chair. Sitting still was getting rather uncomfortable!
Again she swapped one cane for another. She tapped it against her stockinged leg.
“They described this one as an implement for senior girls. I think I ably fit that title so you can apply this one with as much force as you think I require. Senior girls who have been naughty deserve to be caned very hard don’t you think? …after all they’re old enough to know better! I imagine that this one will produce some very nice raised wheals across my poor bottom and that you will be cruel enough to run your finger along them.”
She gave me another wicked little smile.
“I’m sure as a senior girl I can think of a pleasant way to reward you if you punish me skilfully.”
She placed the senior girls’ cane on the table and took the next one in her hands. Like before she gave it a cut through the air. It whistled impressively.
“Now this one is not meant for girls at all. They tell me it’s for the most recalcitrant of pupils, the most rebellious of boys at the harshest of reform schools. I would ask you to respect the fact that I am a mere girl, one of the gentler sex, if I didn’t know that that would only inspire you to cane me the harder. I think I have to accept that if I invite you to use such a rod then you will use it as you see fit. I’ll just have to be brave.”
She put it down and took the final cane.
“Your very favourite I believe George. Of course it may be that you don’t get to use it, if you can’t contain yourself. However, I promise that I will try my very best not to deny you the pleasure. I think I know you well enough to take you to the brink as often as I choose before I let you find release.”
She walked slowly over to the far side of the room and stood in the corner, holding the dragon cane lightly across the middle of her bottom. I drank in the sight of her.
“I think you should place me in the corner like this between each and every punishment. It will allow you to see how beautifully you are marking me and draw out our pleasure for as long as possible.”
Her inventive mind had obviously been working overtime on what she was going to offer me that afternoon. The set menu that she had presented was mouth-watering in the extreme and there was nothing that I was minded to change. She walked back across the room and stood before me, the dragon cane still in her hands.
“So George, have I enticed you to play my little game this afternoon or would you rather just have some tea and scones?” she giggled.
“Hang the tea and scones!” I said.
“Good, I’m glad I’ve got your interest,” she said levelly. “Because, if you remember, you only get to play if you grant my request.”
“What is it you want?” I asked eagerly.
She licked her lips and gave the cane a little flick. “You can have all this George on the sole condition that you give your blessing to the marriage of Miss Charlotte Middleton and the Reverend Martin Lewis.”
“My God…” I said, taken completely by surprise.
“Well?” she said softly.
Anastasia was looking wonderful. She was dressed in a silk housecoat, but it was obvious that she was not fully dressed beneath it. I wondered what she might be wearing for my benefit, I was very soon to find out. She was beautifully made up and her hair was elegantly coiffured. She gave me a chaste kiss on the side of the cheek and then led me through into her drawing room.
The first thing that caught my eye was her collection of canes. She had laid them out in careful order across the table, the lightest rod on the left, the heaviest on the right. She saw me looking and smiled.
“Do you like my little collection George, they’ve been purchased with you in mind?”
“I do indeed,” I told her, “you described them beautifully in your letter.”
“Yes, I wanted to entice you with the thought of what you might do with them, what you might do to me. Are you looking forward to our little game George?”
I was very much looking forward to it. Indeed, I had been thinking of little else since I had read her letter!
I nodded, “Very much so Anastasia. When does play commence?”
She giggled girlishly, “Be patient George. I think you should take a seat and let me remind you of what I propose.”
Once I was seated she came and stood in front of me. I reached out to pull her towards me but she took a step back away from my reach.
“No George, no touching, not yet. For the next few minutes you can look but you can’t touch.”
She turned away from me and began to undo her housecoat. She slipped it off her bare shoulders very slowly, gradually revealing what was underneath. She was wearing the tightest laced corset I had ever seen. It was black silk, trimmed with fine lace. It showed off the alabaster skin of her shoulders and accentuated her elegantly slender neck. She let the housecoat fall a little further. She was wearing no knickers, but her opaque black stockings were held up by pale blue ribbons. Her bottom was white, unmarked, full and round. I felt my cock harden in my trousers. By God she was a beautiful woman! She let the housecoat fall to her ankles and stepped from it. She turned and let me look at her. The dark hair at the juncture of her thighs had been trimmed into a very neat triangle. She looked gorgeous.
“Now George, I think I said that we would start with the light cane.”
She picked it up and gave it a little swish through the air.
“It’s such a whippy little thing isn’t it?” she flexed it in her hands, demonstrating how pliant it was, “It doesn’t look much but it imparts an intense sting. I find it quite takes my breath away. Do you remember George?”
Of course I remembered! I nodded my head.
“I said six strokes with each, but perhaps with this little cane it should be eight? Then I think I might like to kneel in front of you and just use my fingers to play with you. I can see that I’m already getting you aroused.”
She ran her tongue across her top lip and gave me a very wicked smile. She replaced the first cane on the table and picked up the next. It was much shorter in length than the others. She gave it a little kiss then caressed her bare thigh with it.
“I think I’d better go across your knees for this one George. I suspect it will make me wriggle a lot. If I’m very wriggly then you’ll have to give me extra, won’t you?”
I could only nod again, she certainly knew how to get me going, I didn’t quite trust myself to speak.
“Then of course it will be time to give you a little kiss. Not on your lips I think, but on the very tip of your manhood, lots of little kisses whilst you count nice and slowly to thirty.”
I was already playing out the scene in my mind.
She placed the junior cane on the table and picked up the next. This was a standard school-style implement.
“The first of the proper educational canes,” she said. She turned and held it across her bare bottom. She turned her head and addressed me over her shoulder. “Six of the best with me over the arm of the sofa. Then I could stay in that position and pleasure you whilst you admired the results of your handiwork. I think the stripes across my bottom should be beautifully red by then and should look most fetching.”
I shifted on the chair. Sitting still was getting rather uncomfortable!
Again she swapped one cane for another. She tapped it against her stockinged leg.
“They described this one as an implement for senior girls. I think I ably fit that title so you can apply this one with as much force as you think I require. Senior girls who have been naughty deserve to be caned very hard don’t you think? …after all they’re old enough to know better! I imagine that this one will produce some very nice raised wheals across my poor bottom and that you will be cruel enough to run your finger along them.”
She gave me another wicked little smile.
“I’m sure as a senior girl I can think of a pleasant way to reward you if you punish me skilfully.”
She placed the senior girls’ cane on the table and took the next one in her hands. Like before she gave it a cut through the air. It whistled impressively.
“Now this one is not meant for girls at all. They tell me it’s for the most recalcitrant of pupils, the most rebellious of boys at the harshest of reform schools. I would ask you to respect the fact that I am a mere girl, one of the gentler sex, if I didn’t know that that would only inspire you to cane me the harder. I think I have to accept that if I invite you to use such a rod then you will use it as you see fit. I’ll just have to be brave.”
She put it down and took the final cane.
“Your very favourite I believe George. Of course it may be that you don’t get to use it, if you can’t contain yourself. However, I promise that I will try my very best not to deny you the pleasure. I think I know you well enough to take you to the brink as often as I choose before I let you find release.”
She walked slowly over to the far side of the room and stood in the corner, holding the dragon cane lightly across the middle of her bottom. I drank in the sight of her.
“I think you should place me in the corner like this between each and every punishment. It will allow you to see how beautifully you are marking me and draw out our pleasure for as long as possible.”
Her inventive mind had obviously been working overtime on what she was going to offer me that afternoon. The set menu that she had presented was mouth-watering in the extreme and there was nothing that I was minded to change. She walked back across the room and stood before me, the dragon cane still in her hands.
“So George, have I enticed you to play my little game this afternoon or would you rather just have some tea and scones?” she giggled.
“Hang the tea and scones!” I said.
“Good, I’m glad I’ve got your interest,” she said levelly. “Because, if you remember, you only get to play if you grant my request.”
“What is it you want?” I asked eagerly.
She licked her lips and gave the cane a little flick. “You can have all this George on the sole condition that you give your blessing to the marriage of Miss Charlotte Middleton and the Reverend Martin Lewis.”
“My God…” I said, taken completely by surprise.
“Well?” she said softly.
How beautiful the Corset, leading to straps for her stockings. "My, My, what a voluptous naked rear end she has, and so spankably delicious, for the cane. Thought I.
ReplyDeleteWho could say no to such an enticement! Pity there is no follow up chapter. A very erotic chapter.
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