is one thing, though I can’t imagine why a young woman of your character could want any part of that sleazy concern, but performing for it is quite another, young lady. After all, you don’t see Christy Heffner posing nude.”
“Maybe she’s shy. I’m certainly not,” said Lupe negligently. “My mother is Saturnia X, you know.”
“The sexual performance artist from the 80’s?” he asked faintly.
“Yes,” Lupe cheerfully replied, causing Clarence to shudder.
“I still can’t believe your own father would ask such a thing of you. How I’d love to tell him off!” Clarence paced.
“That wouldn’t be very nice.”
“Lupe, tell me the truth, has your father abused you?”
Lupe laughed and shook her head. “I can understand you despising the tone of his magazine. I do also. That’s why I plan to go into the business, to affect the necessary upgrades.”
“Well, be that as it may four to six years from now, this minute we’re discussing the ridiculous notion of you posing for American Lust. And I tell you, I won’t permit it.”
“But Clarence, it’s too late to apply for financial aid for this year. Would you have me take a semester off?”
“Can’t you get a loan?”
“For next year, yes.”
“Damn it, Lupe, I’ll give you the money myself if it will prevent you from taking this horrifying step!”
“You have that kind of money?”
“Yes.”
“Why would you do that for me? You scarcely know me.”
“I won’t have my girlfriend flashing her charms for American Lust magazine, even if she is the publisher’s daughter.”
“Your girlfriend?”
“You heard me.”
“And what do I have to do in return?”
“In return for what?”
“You rescuing me.”
“If you feel under some slight obligation,” he shrugged mildly, “you could of course be my slave all year.”
“But where in the world would you get that kind of money?”
“I have investments,” the multi-millionaire’s son who had almost become a math major modestly revealed.
“Clarence, I’m so touched. You make me want to cry,” she murmured, laying her head against his chest and hugging him hard.
“You make me want to make you cry,” he growled, shaking her by the shoulders again. “I’m still stunned that you could even consider such a rash act.”
“Do you have anything besides tobacco to smoke?”
“Of course.” He sat down at the desk and pulled out the top drawer. While he was feeling around towards the back for a small tin his gaze fell upon the freshly activated computer monitor with the email from Lupe’s father still up on the screen. Scanning it rapidly, then re-reading the brief note several times, Clarence felt his face redden. Forgetting to look for his weed he slammed the drawer shut and turned on Lupe with sparks in his blue eyes.
“You made it up.”
“I beg your pardon?” she politely asked, attempting to repress a smile, for she had certainly noticed him reading the screen.
“You made up the entire story about posing for American Lust.”
“Really?”
“This e-mail from your father merely informs you that he will be in Manhattan for Thanksgiving and promises to take you shopping at Barney’s!”
“Listen, Clarence, don’t get mad,” Lupe said, attempting to edge away from him but finding the room too small to put much distance between them.
“Mad isn’t the word,” he warned her, seizing her by the ear lobe and dragging her over to the bed whereupon he turned her over his knee for the second time that night. “How dare you tell outrageous lies to shock me?”
Lupe cried out in surprise as his palm came down hard on the back of her skirt and commenced spanking her resoundingly.
“Why was that necessary?” he demanded, pulling up her skirt to reveal slim bare thighs and a neat, round bottom snugly encased in white silk panties. “Weren’t you getting enough attention as it was?” Smack! Smack! Smack!
“No, not nearly,” Lupe cried between gasps and whimpers.
“Well you’ll be getting it now.” His hand came down hard again and again, warming her so thoroughly that he began to feel a tangible heat rise from the thin fabric. He pulled the panties down to examine the pinkest bottom he had ever held across his lap.
“It hurts!” she cried, attempting to shield herself with her hand. He caught her wrist and slapped her on the back of the hand.
“It’s going to hurt a good deal more before I’m through with you, young lady!”
“I was only playing a joke on you, because you’re such a prude!”
“I’m nothing of the kind.” He whacked her hard.
“Ow! You certainly are. You didn’t even want us to have a spanking party!”
“Never mind that. We’re discussing your character flaws, not mine,” he pointed out, paddling her firmly with his very hard hand until she squirmed.
“Ow, that really stings! I’ve had enough for now. In fact, I’ll be good,” she cried, really attempting to wriggle off his lap in earnest now.
“Hold still,” he ordered, mitigating the severity of the spanking by vigorously rubbing her bottom.
“Mmmmm,” Lupe intoned appreciatively while grinding against his lap.
“I’m glad you seem to like this position,” he observed, “because you’re going to be spending a great deal of time in it from now on!”
In spite of meeting a female bondage enthusiast (who subsequently became his girlfriend) at the townhouse party, Martin never forgave Diana for allowing Clarence to crop her while she was restrained in his own beautiful bondage.
Less resentful but more deeply affected by Diana’s merry submission to Clarence was Carl-Adam, who had adored the small, sophisticated coed for the past several weeks and had envisioned serving her for the rest of the school year. The sight of his lovely little mistress whimpering with pleasure and apprehension as Clarence’s crop punished her divine bottom filled Carl-Adam with confusion and unhappiness.
As he fell into step beside Lupe the next morning on the way to the dining hall
