in place at the waist and knees. Around the attic were freestanding mirrors to reflect whatever activity took place therein from several interesting angles. Garda was suitably impressed.
“Why don’t I have a room like this?” she wondered, bitterly reproaching herself for being so ignorant about what was happening in her own back yard. “So, what do you plan to do now?” Garda asked, quickly gulping the remainder of the wine.
“You did let me spank you the other night.”
“Yes, I let you extort me into compliance.”
“Was that the sheer force of my will, or do you really enjoy this sort of thing?”
“Both, I guess.”
“So, if I now proceed to spank you again, you are likely to again enjoy it?”
“In all probability,” she smiled.
“Is there anything you’d like to ask me?”
“The sight of all this superb equipment answers most of my questions,” Garda sighed, “although I’m still not sure this is proper.”
“You mean because we’re associates?”
“No, because I don’t think I really like you,” Garda let slip out, due to having drunk most of a bottle of wine. “That is, I didn’t like you at all until the other night. Now I seem to like you to a certain degree, but maybe that’s because I’m starved for playmates.”
“So, you really don’t like me, huh?”
“Then there’s also the age difference,” she declared. “You’re quite young, aren’t you?”
“You’re seven years older than me. Big deal.”
“You know exactly how old I am?” she sputtered.
“I looked up your records.”
“Damn you.”
“Did your bottom stay red from your spanking? It must be very fair with your coloring.”
“Go to hell.”
“Did you go home with Augie Rose that night?”
“I took him home with me!” said Garda deliberately, lighting a cigarette and blowing blue smoke up to the skylight.
He took the cigarette away from her and crushed it in an ashtray then took her by the earlobe and led her to the big wooden chair.
“No!” she resisted him, pulling back.
“Come over here, you little slut,” he told her sharply, thrusting her down across his lap. “I don’t like that arrogant way you just bragged about taking Augie Rose home!” Jeffrey’s hand came down hard on the back of her khaki Capri’s. “But I like this little J. Crew outfit you have on,” he said, flipping up the tail of the thin white cotton shirt that had been clinging so provocatively to her pert, upstanding, erect-nippled bosom. Then he dusted off her slim, oval bottom through the thin trousers with his big palm. She wriggled and twisted on his lap so he clamped his other hand to her waist. “You should not have taken Augie Rose home. Not after I had spanked you for the very first time. It was promiscuous and very wrong!” he scolded, slapping her cheeks alternately in a manner both robust and stinging.
“I thought it was great. Getting foreplay from one man then going to another for the conclusion!” she taunted him.
“Is that so? I can see I have my work cut out for me here,” he told her, spanking her harder but more lingeringly, making her wait breathlessly for each resounding smack.
“What work?”
“Taming you.”
“Never!”
“Well see about that!” Smack! It was then that Jeffrey discovered the trousers had an elastic waist and could be easily tugged down.
“Hey! Wait! Don’t!”
“Stop fussing, young lady,” he told her firmly, lowering her khakis to reveal her thin white cotton panties. Under them her gym-pampered bottom was that of a woman half her age, smooth and firm, with just a tinge of pink against the white where his hand had struck. Again he began to spank her, slowly and effectively, pausing a few beats between each swat so that each could be appreciated separately. Soon he had her half whimpering, half panting in expectation of his now more rapidly descending palm. Presently he pulled her panties down to her thighs and started all over again.
The sting of his large hand soon caused her to yip. Then she cried, “Oh Jeffrey, can’t we take a break?” She twisted to bewitch him with her sapphire gaze. “A shoe shopping break?” she added meaningfully. In a second she’d slid off his lap and was whipping her Capri’s back up. “You fascinated me when you mentioned fetish pumps,” she admitted, reminding him that Dream Dresser was open until midnight.
“All right, but they have to be at least seven to eight inches high,” he agreed, grabbing his car keys and ushering her out into the night.
After the shoe event it was all over for Augie Rose with Garda but for the Dear Augie letter. It wasn’t that Garda didn’t like Augie very much. It was just that she seemed suddenly to like Jeffrey Jardine much more. Augie was charming, deferential and sincere. Jeffrey was bossy, cynical and sexually aggressive. There was no question that Jeffrey would conquer.
Naturally, Augie reacted with customary grace and good humor but the affectionate rejection left him feeling deflated for a couple of days.
Garda, ridden with guilt at having played with the emotions of a deserving gentleman, appealed to Hugo to supply Augie Rose with a proper replacement. By the end of the day, Garda had received the following email from Hugo:
Hi Red,
I’m sure Mr. Rose is inconsolable. So near and yet so far to spanking heaven. There could never be a replacement for you. However, I do have a niece out there, attending UCLA, who might prove of great interest to your new friend. She’s not a blood relation, by the way and I only met her for the first time last summer, when she deliberately came looking for me after she found out I publish The New Rod.
Her name is Bettie Brandon. She’s of age and has been a complete spanking fetishist since toddlerhood. She’s a lit. major, pretty and mature for her age.
She has a boyfriend in the scene, a young shark from the Harvard Business School, now working for a real estate broker uncle of his in Westwood, but Bettie doesn’t care for realtors. I understand your Mr. Rose is a paperback book publisher. That would be more in Bettie’s line. Maybe he can even give her some freelance or start publishing her stories. Little Bettie Brandon is bored with her lover and has begged me repeatedly to put her onto an interesting older man in the scene. Mr. Rose cannot lose with this proposition. I’ll have Bettie email him tomorrow.
I highly approve of your thoughtfulness.
