Carl-Adam reported.
“Carl-Adam, never think it. She adores you,” Lupe reassured the formidable young man.
“No. She didn’t pay me the slightest attention at the party. She cared for your Clarence much more. When all he did was hurt her!”
“Oh, Carl-Adam, he did not hurt her.”
“She flinched as he struck her. I saw her. And heard her cry out.”
“But cropping can be quite enjoyable. Surely you can empathize, or does your interest lie only in servitude?”
“What do you mean?”
“Don’t you realize that corporal punishment can be a powerful aphrodisiac?”
“You mean spanking?”
“Spanking, whipping, strapping, caning,” Lupe recited the litany reverently.
“Can that be what Diana really likes?”
“You know, Carl-Adam, there’s a lot you can do with a girl when she’s across your lap.”
“My lap?” He was taken aback.
“You’re such a big young man and she’s such a little girl. Hasn’t it occurred to you that her being your mistress is incongruous?”
“No, but I’m in love.”
“Well I assure you it’s occurred to her. And if you really are in love, you’ll drop this submissive nonsense and start behaving like a man with that girl.”
Diana had become accustomed to Carl-Adam carrying her golf clubs every Sunday morning when she took her exercise on the lushly landscaped course. But that morning he was so late in arriving to meet her that she assumed he had completely forgotten this cherished obligation and was sleeping off the effects of the previous night’s revelries. But going out the door of Cushing at eleven, with her neat golf bag over one shoulder and delightfully attired in a pleated skirt, matching sweater set and oxfords, she bumped directly into Carl-Adam.
“Did you remember our appointment at the last minute?” she smiled up at him with her usual charm but was startled to note the stern resolve in his slate-blue eyes.
“I remembered,” he answered shortly, shouldering her clubs and ushering her out into the golden autumn day.
“Well, aren’t you going to apologize for keeping your mistress waiting?” she asked in all good humor, in spite of his foreboding expression.
“You forfeited that title when you behaved like a whimpering submissive in front of everyone last night!” he informed her severely.
“Oh?” she slowly replied, feeling her heart contract as she realized that Carl-Adam was angry with her.
“Yes, and in my very own house,” he continued, “after I’d arranged everything for your pleasure. You were so busy genuflecting to that silly Clarence that you couldn’t spare a moment for me. Did you think I threw a party to watch you play with him?”
“Carl-Adam, are you giving me a scolding?”
“You behaved very badly last night!”
“Mistresses don’t need to behave well. They only need to please themselves.”
“And did you please yourself last night?’
“Apparently not as much as I displeased you,” she smiled ruefully as they reached the golf course.
They continued to converse as she played her nine holes, Carl-Adam’s demeanor becoming stiffer and grimmer by the moment as he followed her across the emerald grass. In this manner ninety minutes passed quickly, Carl-Adam’s fascination growing for her with every frown.
She finally said, “If I have been mistaken in your character, you have only yourself to blame. I never asked you to dote on me. You took it upon yourself to behave as though you were here for my convenience. Now you seem to be angry about it, almost jealous. It’s really quite absurd.”
“You’re a spoiled brat!” he snapped. “And as soon as we get back to your room I’m going to turn you over my knee!”
All too soon Diana and Carl-Adam stood before the locked door of her room.
“Thank you, Carl-Adam, I’ll take the clubs now.”
“Open the door, Diana.”
“I don’t think I will.”
“Afraid?”
“Only of you humiliating yourself.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“How do I know that if I let you in you won’t simply fall to your knees as you normally do?”
“Key.”
Diana sighed and opened the door, unwilling to attract attention by arguing in the hall. He closed and locked the door behind them and stood looking at her for a moment with his hands clasped behind his back.
“Carl-Adam really, you just can’t change roles in midstream like this!” Diana flushed with embarrassment as she saw how very serious he was.
“Why not? Come over here, young lady,” he took her by the wrist, led her to the bed, sat down and deftly turned her over his knee, which wasn’t much of a challenge, given their respective sizes.
“Carl-Adam, you’re terrifying me!” Diana cast him an imploring but mischievous look, putting back one tiny hand to shield her bottom. Unmoved he took her wrist and pinned it to her side then tentatively raised his hand and firmly brought it down on the seat of her skirt. She gave a little wriggle. Again he smacked her, a little harder now. When she made no move to escape he spanked her five or six more times. She caught her breath as the slaps became harder. Carl-Adam had a very large hand and huge, muscular thighs to support a girl luxuriously.
“God,” she sighed, in heaven. “You do this well, Carl-Adam.”
His anger melting in the glow of her compliance, Carl-Adam began to realize that this could be a pleasure for them both. Again and again he brought his palm down on her pleated skirt until she couldn’t help but grind against his thighs in a state of arousal. He could feel the heat that the spanking produced though the fine wool of her skirt. No amount of kissing her tiny feet would ever bring this sort of response, reflected Carl-Adam.
Without a word he pulled her skirt up to her waist to behold the sheerest white nylon panties he had ever seen. Her creamy skin, already deeply tinged with pink, glowed alluringly through the nearly transparent material. It was all he could do not to cover her exquisite bottom with kisses. He had of course imagined her bottom to be flawless, but he hadn’t guessed how much lovelier it might appear while disposed across his lap and pinkened by his own relentless hand.
Reading his mind, Diana softly teased, “Aren’t you going to tell me how pretty I am? You used to be full of compliments when I was dominant and allowed you to glimpse far less of me!”
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