to belie her grave expression. He looked at Laura and noticed her nervously twisting a lock of dark hair around her finger.
“Laura,” William snapped, “didn’t I tell you to stay away from Hugo Sands?”
Laura threw down her letters and flashed her provocative sibling a look before answering her husband directly. “Susan insisted I go with her to Hugo’s. It seems she and Hugo are lovers. And they wanted to share their secret with me,” said the flushed brunette. William studied both sisters for a moment before commenting.
“And then what happened?”
“What makes you think anything happened? “
“Because you were very late.”
Laura suddenly jumped up, upsetting the board and pieces. “It’s all Susan’s fault!” she declared with some pique. “You know you forced me to go,” she accused her sister, who innocently straightened the board. “You explain what happened, since you’re dying to!” Laura told Susan, exiting with a flounce of frustration, while adding airily, “And I hope you get what you deserve for it!”
Susan laughed, not taking her sister’s irritation with her antics seriously; for until then she had only witnessed, and never experienced, one of her brother-in-law’s spankings.
William said, “Susan, come here and sit next to me,” patting a place on the leather couch that faced the hearth. She came to him willingly, and snuggled against him, throwing her arms about his torso and pressing her head to his chest.
“I’m going to miss you, brother-in-law,” she confessed.
“Sounds like you’ll be missing Hugo a lot more,” William said, enfolding the small blonde in his arms.
“We’re not really lovers.” Susan confided, though she could still feel the warmth of the hand of her first “older man” on her bottom, and it made her press against her sister’s gladiator with feverish emotion. “He spanked me,” she explained. “Then he penetrated me, from behind. But he only did it to impress Laura, and steam her up.”
“Steam her up, I’m sure he did. But you’re the one who brought her to him, aren’t you?” William gave her a shake that erased the smug grin from her face. While William was deciding whether or not he too was going to spank her, she quickly recovered her composure.
“I was just having fun.”
“Dangerous and illicit fun, as I see it!”
Since William had a way of making her feel more like eight than eighteen, she meekly replied that she was sorry.
“Not as sorry as you’re going to be, my little dear,” he told her. “Maybe you did get a spanking from Hugo, but it wasn’t nearly as hard a one as you’re going to get from me!” Then he took Susan by the elbow and put her across his lap. At 5’3” and 100 pounds, Susan was easily handled. Having firmly positioned the breathless girl, he said, “Now young lady, I don’t want you to keep leading your sister into temptation!”
He delivered a stinging smack. After a few dozen even harder swats of William’s thickly calloused, weight trainer’s palm on her already tender bottom, she eagerly promised to obey his injunction.
“I was lucky to get Laura away from Hugo in the first place,” he informed her.
“Oh? I didn’t realize that!” Susan lied, trying to wriggle out of spanking reach but being pulled back into position every time she did and smacked all the more firmly.
“Hell, yes,” he explained, pausing to let her catch her breath, with his hands folded on the small of her back. “She had started drawing for him but hadn’t met him yet when I answered her ad. Hugo went on one of his extended trips to Europe and I had the opportunity of meeting her before he did. By the time he got back, she was pretty much mine. All’s fair in love and war, but technically he seems to think I stole the jump on him and even though we’re married, he’s still after her.”
“Well, why don’t you let him have her once or twice? Might get it out of both their systems,” Susan suggested blithely.
“Let me express how I feel about that idea,” said William proceeding with the spanking until the girl restrained across his corded quadriceps began to kick and sob.
“Mercy!” she cried, at last.
“Mercy you’ll receive in due course, but I never want to hear about you maneuvering Laura over to Hugo’s again!” He delivered six more full bodied and resounding swats.
“All right, young lady, go to bed,” William told the girl, who knelt on the floor in a crumple of disheveled clothes and tawny hair, clasping her glowing bottom, for the second time that night. “And think about what you got from me tonight the next time you’re tempted to pull strings and make things happen,” he added.
The modern reader may wonder why an intelligent, on her way to being very well educated and spirited young woman like Susan Ross was ready to tolerate and even relish this type of treatment from the several older men of her acquaintance which have just been introduced. But her affinity for such esoteric diversions had not been born overnight. Susan’s deep and abiding interest in discipline dated from the nursery, for reasons she’d formed theories on, but still did not completely understand. The simple fact was that Susan Ross had always been fascinated by spanking. She knew this was not a secret to share with just anyone. She knew that it was naughty and loved it all the more for that. Even before she knew what sex was, she knew that spanking made her tummy flutter, a delirious sensation which defied definition and stamped her sexuality submissive, since before she could read or write.
By age six, she was searching for spankings in books and finding them. She was raised by older parents, who would bring home videos of silver screen movies to watch on TV, many containing spontaneous spankings, visited upon daintily defiant leading ladies in smart suits and chiffon gowns by handsome, commanding leading men in romantic settings, concluding with avowals of love, classic embraces and wedding bells. By age twelve she’d begun writing stories and drawing cartoons about spanking, creating a private universe of mythically dominant males and correspondingly idealized, willful but ultimately compliant young ladies who together engaged in a never ending battle of the sexes perpetually concluding with a series of over the knee surrenders.
Her real life role models could hardly have been considered romantic, which may have contributed, in part, to her compulsion to escape into her own fantasy world whenever possible. Susan’s father, already in his middle forties when she was born, was a bossy, bad tempered, incessantly critical, often generous and occasionally affectionate tyrant, who had inherited the family glove shop, which had thrived in the same lower Manhattan location for the past forty years. Her mother, only slightly younger, was a faded dreamer, beaten down in spirit after living twenty years under the inflexible rule of a rigidly domineering male. Her sister Laura, nine years her senior, had suffered far more than she under her father’s suffocating regime, due to a lack of caution and a more defiant attitude whenever she was caught breaking the numerous rules imposed upon her during her teens. A scholarship to Bennington got Laura safely out of the house before their father became too addicted slapping her for everything from impertinence to wearing mini skirts. After graduation, when Laura insisted upon moving in with her boyfriend without the benefit of a wedding ring, she was officially disowned and forbidden access to the apartment in Tudor City, Manhattan. If there was one thing their father hated more than anything else, it was the notion of his daughters being sexually accessible to men.
Thereafter,
