rumble of Scriabin provided a suitably dramatic backdrop. A thunderstorm had commenced as well and presently the noise of a heavy downpour augmented the emotion charged atmosphere of the wood beamed common room.
“A bondage demonstration,” suggested a pale boy with blue-black hair.
“I own six yards each of the finest white and black nylon rope, and will happily volunteer to be a subject,” Diana assured the enthusiast gravely, rendering him speechless with enchantment. “What else?”
“A piercing demonstration,” a heavily pierced girl suggested.
“That shouldn’t be hard,” mused Lupe, “students seem to get pierced on a daily basis around here.”
“More’s the pity,” Clarence mused with a shudder, hoping the impertinent brat taking the minutes would never do so.
“You mentioned whipping before,” said another brave coed, nodding towards Lupe, “I’d be interested in that.”
“Nothing can be accomplished more easily,” Diana promised.
“I wonder why no one has mentioned spanking,” said Lupe.
“Are you volunteering to be demonstrated on?” asked Clarence casually.
Lupe’s chin came up but then she rather saucily replied, “Why not?”
After that Lupe and Clarence seemed to run into each other everywhere. And after the unifying support group meeting, they were also beginning to share the same friends. But Clarence persisted in returning Lupe’s friendly smiles with perfect sheets of ice, making it clear that she would not be soon forgiven for assuming him to be submissive.
Then a small incident occurred that gave Lupe to understand that he was not indifferent. She was studying art history in one of the library’s most remote basement carrels while chain-smoking cigarettes when Clarence poked his aristocratic head into her cubicle.
“Oh, it’s you. I might have known,” he remarked, taking her by the forearm and pulling her out of her seat, into the aisle and down to the wall that prominently bore a “no smoking” sign. “I was under the impression that admission to Vassar was largely contingent upon the ability to read,” he declared as he released her.
“You know, nine out of ten Vassar women would take serious umbrage at being manhandled,” she commented, rubbing her arm as though he had hurt her.
“Yes, but nine out of ten Vassar women don’t deserve to be put across someone’s knee!” he told her before turning to stride off.
Lupe watched him go with a fluttering heart.
Frustration, anxiety, jealousy and pique were a few of the emotions aroused in the bosoms of our principals during the course of the first Vassar B&D party.
Martin, the ardent bondager and Carl-Adam, the fledgling submissive, suffered varying degrees of anguish from the capricious machinations of Diana Stratton, who first tormented Carl-Adam by allowing Martin to tie her to a whipping post, then virtually crushed Martin’s soul by prettily begging Clarence for a whipping while thus restrained.
Taken pity on by Lupe, who was then sleekly clad in skintight PVC capri pants and a halter top of the same material as well as stiletto heels, Carl-Adam was offered the opportunity to serve as her pony and carry her on his broad back through the split level town house as he vigorously traversed it on all fours.
While this athletic exhibition temporarily distracted Carl-Adam from brooding on Diana’s reprehensible lapse into simpering submissiveness, the arrant display of Lupe’s dominant side had only succeeded in infuriating Clarence, who had been dreaming for many days of subjecting the half-Latina girl to his own will.
He really had thought Lupe submissive and was not entirely convinced that he had been wrong, but the sight of her in stiletto heels struck all the wrong chords with the arch traditionalist, which Clarence then fancied himself to be. He had become accustomed to admiring her slender charms set off to innocent advantage by adorable wool skirts, retro cardigans, penny loafers and pearls. The sight of her sleek curves so boldly revealed by the cleavage enhancing, midriff baring outfit was shocking and made him wanted to shake her for daring to look so sophisticated.
But he was in for greater shocks from Lupe Freeman before the clock stuck twelve.
The moment that Lupe dismounted from Carl-Adam’s back and that in which Clarence ceased to crop Diana Stratton’s pantied bottom so exactly coincided that they found themselves suddenly face to face in the basement, which had been transformed into a make-shift dungeon composed of steamer trunks and ropes thrown over beams. It was then that Clarence recalled those famous words of Jane Austen about the foolish postponement of pleasure and decided to act at once on the impulse to master this girl.
“Are you ready to go?” he demanded.
Her eyes opened wide but she nodded.
“Then I’ll see you home.”
He ushered her out.
“It’s such a beautiful night,” she remarked, tightly clad in polyvinylchloride and impervious to the chill in the air. “Do you want to take the long way back?”
“And which way would that be?”
“Around by the lake?”
“You expect to do that much walking in those shoes?”
“If I got tired you could carry me,” she suggested blithely. This almost made him smile, but instead he suddenly frowned.
“I should have thought you’d been carried enough for one night!”
They had already begun down the winding wooded path that lead away from the townhouses and back to Raymond Ave. when she stumbled on the uneven ground and was forced to lean on him.
“Why didn’t you play with me at the party?” Lupe asked as he slipped a firm arm around her waist to steady her.
“In front of anyone and everyone?”
“You did it with Diana.”
“That’s different. She’s a little vixen. And a senior.”
“Oh.”
“Although you look far more the hellcat than Miss Stratton tonight,” he gazed at her shining curvature with disapproval.
“Can you actually not like my outfit?” she cried in acute disbelief.
“I’m sure it’s extremely becoming, but to me it’s an impenetrable suit of armor.”
“Not really. The pants unzip in the back,” she pointed out the zipper.
They did not resume their conversation until they had crossed the street and walked onto the main campus.
“I’ve been meaning to ask you since you showed up at the support group meeting, what exact facet of B&D are you into, Clarence?”
“The same one you’re into, I think.”
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