and droll punctuation. The leaves were on the ground and the clear, crisp, blue day was waning as picturesquely as it had begun.
There being virtually no one else inspecting the tiny graves in the cemetery, Hugo boldly seized Garda by the arm, pulled her over to a charmingly positioned low, stone bench and sitting upon it, drew her down across his lap. “This is for drugging, mentally torturing me and attempting to deprive me of my reason,” he told her, giving her a second spanking on her jeans, twice as hard and long as the first. In fact, only the entrance of several tourists with cameras into the graveyard finally stayed his hand. “That’s just a prelude to what’s coming when I get you home, young lady!” he promised her, putting her off his lap. She did nothing but blush furiously.
They continued their walk home and he received no reproaches for spanking her in public. He himself was amazed he’d been able to pull it off, considering that the entire time he was spanking her he felt as though they were hurtling through space together on a diamond bullet. Somehow the tourists peripherally entering the park had brought him back to reality and he had shown enough restraint to abort the spanking and transport his lady beyond the reach of prying eyes.
Although outwardly cool and collected, Hugo’s brain was none the less overflowing with romantic sentiment for this sylph who had twice let him spank her without question, and indeed seemed to regard such treatment with awe rather than resentment.
“You know what would make me really happy, Hugo?” Garda asked as they climbed his stairs to his flat.
“What?”
“If we could go to see The Cramps and The Damned tonight. They’re playing in Cambridge together.”
“Okay, I’ll make a deal with you,” said Hugo, knowing she couldn’t possibly do his brain a worse turn than she’d already done with the David Lynch movie, “I’ll go with you to see The Cramps if I can see you in your latex corset before the show.”
“All right,” she agreed. ”I’ll go on to my place right now, feed my cats and put it on. You come by in a half hour, okay?”
“Okay, but don’t forget this,” he handed her the bag of toys and magazines they’d bought earlier that day. She grabbed it, kissed him quickly and ran off down the stairs.
“So far, so good,” Hugo thought, trying not to pay attention as the kittens strobed before his eyes around their water dish, metamorphosizing into Tinkerbells. “Anyway, it’s bound to start wearing off soon.”
When he got to Garda’s house she had uncorked a bottle of white wine. She was wearing the black latex corset, which had a row of thin, buckling straps up the front. Over the corset she had on blue jeans and a different pair of black boots, with higher but thicker heels. Obviously this was her club outfit from London. Her red hair was loose around her shoulders, a black, thin, studded leather collar ringed her slim white throat and her small, round, high bosom was displayed to maximum advantage by the skintight foundation.
“That suits you, Garda,” Hugo complimented her casually, squeezing her waist as he lightly kissed her lips.
“The sun is going down. Want to watch it from the roof?” she asked. They took the bottle and some cigarettes. The two beige and brown cats joined them and began to jump to the neighboring roof top as the eighty year old buildings were extremely narrow and close together on that part of the hill. Garda put her Sex Pistols album on so Hugo could learn the error of his musical taste. It had the effect of making him want to fuck her immediately and hard. The Cramps album was even more sexually incendiary and before it was half over Hugo had dragged her back through the window, into her tiny bedroom, onto her tiny bed and began to pull her shoes and jeans off.
“Hugo, can I tell you something?” she asked, when he held her pretty foot in his hand.
“Tell me anything,” he encouraged her, admiring her long, slim legs for the first time, then rolling her over on her tummy to behold the bare curves of her bottom revealed by the hip length corset. Besides this she wore only a g-string.
“How adorable you are,” he rolled her back over. “But what did you want to tell me?”
Garda sat up against the windowsill and lit another cigarette. “This isn’t easy for me to talk about,” she explained. “But I’ll start by saying that you’re the first boy who’s ever come close to doing something I like. I mean spontaneously.”
“Really? I would have thought between Berkeley and London you’d have met your share of deviants.”
“I won’t say I haven’t made a few converts,” she smiled, then added fiercely, “but it’s not the same!”
“I see your point. Of course I’ve always spanked my girl friends, but you’re the first who ever seemed to want me to do it before I did it.”
“I’ve always been this way.”
“Me too.”
“Do you know what I would really like?”
“Tell me.”
“To be treated harshly,” she replied candidly, going pink with embarrassment.
“That would no more than you deserve,” Hugo said, altering his tone to suit her endearing request. “After what you put me through today, a lesson in basic civility is in order for you, young lady.” In so saying, Hugo seized her by her bare forearm and positioning himself on the edge of the bed, drew her face down across his lap. "Although it’s not just today you should be punished for,” said Hugo, spanking her slim, exposed cheeks sharply as he scolded her. “You wouldn’t have even gone out with me if I hadn’t scored for you. Isn’t that so?” Smack! smack! smack!
“Ow!” she cried, putting one graceful hand back to shield her pinkened bottom. “That really hurts!”
Hugo paused to rub her satiny cheeks in light, hypnotic circles, wondering whether this was her first real bare bottom spanking. “Mmmmm,” she said, beginning to grind on his lap, then suddenly thinking better of it, modestly closing her thighs.
“I like them better open,” Hugo told her, slapping her inner thighs sharply until she spread them again. He also pulled off the g-string and tossed it aside. “And I would have preferred you in actual panties. Please remember that.”
Continuing to spank her firmly, Hugo looked across the tiny room and saw the bag from the sex shop on a small chest of drawers to the side of the bed. He reached out, grabbed it and dumped its contents on the bed beside him.
“So freak shows amuse you?” Hugo spanked her from pink to magenta over several minutes.
“No, not really,” she finally cried, gasping for breath.
“You seem to prefer them to peak foliage.”
“Just to push your buttons, since you’re such an aesthete,” she returned, in spite of her vulnerable position.
“Yes, well, now I get to push your buttons,” he assured her, ending with a volley of six hard swats.
“Ow! What are you going to do now?” she craned her neck around to look at him and then at the bag from the sex shop he had grabbed.
“Embarrass you,” he said, freeing a standard, 6” vibrator
