Shadow Lane Volume 4: The Chronicles of Random Point, Spanking, Sex, B&D and Anal Eroticism in a Small New England Village. Eve Howard

Remember, he’s dealing with boys as old as old as ten and eleven. Would you rather they ran wild and turned into delinquents?”

      “No,” said Jessie meekly.

      “Discipline is crucial to education.”

      “I suppose that’s true.”

      “So you really think that Lionel and I would be compatible?”

      “Oh, I’m convinced of it. Now that I think of it, I’m sure I’ve seen him covertly admire your beautiful figure before.”

      “You’re sweet,” said Lorna, putting some change down on the table for a tip. “I’ve got to run, honey. But thanks for the chat.”

      “It’s all confidential, though,” Jessie warned.

      “I understand,” Lorna actually gave her a wink as she breezed out of the tearoom and into the rain swept street.

      Now Jessie was able to continue home with a spring in her step. Lorna Kranz liked Lionel Albrecht. She now knew he was available. She was not the type of woman the average mere male (which Lionel certainly was) could resist. Not with legs and a waist like that and a closet full of designer copies. News like this might possibly mitigate Peter’s disappointment at her behavior once she made her awful confession to him.

      Generally Jessie did her errands and chores between four and six, dined simply and worked on her lesson plan for the following day directly after dinner. But today she was so distracted she knew if she didn’t do her lesson plan first, it might never get done. So the moment she got home, she made herself a pot of coffee and arranged her textbooks upon her kitchen table. By five thirty she had finished her work and leaned back in her chair to enjoy a cigarette. Then she reached for the phone and dialed Peter’s number.

      “Hello?” he answered on the first ring.

      “Peter, it’s Jessie. What are you doing?”

      “Just peeling potatoes for dinner.”

      “I didn’t have a chance to get to the market today, myself.”

      “Why don’t you come over? You know I love feeding you.”

      “May I?”

      “Please do, but drive carefully. It’s raining pretty hard.”

      “I will!”

      In less than fifteen minutes she was at Peter’s cottage door, clutching a bottle of her father’s best burgundy, which she’d pilfered over the weekend. Peter studied the label and smiled.

      “Thank you!”

      “What are you cooking?”

      “Roast beef.”

      “Mmmm! I picked the right night to invite myself for dinner.”

      “You know you’re always welcome. In fact, I wish you’d never leave,” he declared, then went out to the kitchen with the wine to hide his embarrassment. She hung her raincoat in the closet and followed him out to the kitchen, where she sat down on a wooden settle and asked him to help her remove her outer boots.

      “With pleasure,” he told her, unbuttoning each one and yanking it off with the efficiency of a man who’d been tugging galoshes on and off children’s tiny feet for fifteen years.

      “Oh, Peter!” she sighed, throwing her arms around his neck and hugging him hard. This gesture made it fairly clear to Peter that whatever had happened between Jessie and Lionel, it hadn’t won her away from him yet. In fact, she looked as happy to be in his house as he felt to have her there.

      “All right, young lady, come clean. What happened this weekend in Boston between you and Lionel?”

      The question popped out so abruptly that for a moment she could only stare at him with wide eyes. Then she dropped her gaze and looked ashamed.

      “I’m afraid I didn’t behave very well in Boston, Peter,” she admitted, watching him pop the sliced potatoes into boiling water.

      “Oh dear.”

      “I did everything wrong thing I could possibly do!” she confessed passionately.

      “I guessed as much when I saw you at lunch today.”

      “You’re going to be disappointed in me,” she told him with conviction.

      “Only if you tell me that you’ve fallen in love with that brute.”

      “Oh no! I could never love a man of so little finesse! Not to mention his harshness with the children.”

      “Then I’m not losing my girl to Lionel?”

      “Oh never, Peter!” She went to him and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind to press the whole length of her torso against his straight back.

      “Please, Jessie, not while I’m slicing an onion,” he scolded, his eyes watering profusely. She released him and retired to a kitchen stool.

      “So you’re not upset?”

      “Why should I be upset?”

      “Because of what I did.”

      “Well, Jessie, I’m not sure I understand exactly what you did do.” He deftly carved radish rosettes.

      “I allowed Lionel to sodomize me.”

      Peter stared at her in surprise. “You did what?”

      “I pretended to be a good girl, as you suggested, but got greedy for sensations and told Lionel that he might spank me. He interpreted that as an invitation to take my bottom, thus satisfying his need to humiliate me while preserving my alleged virginity.”

      “You told Lionel about the spanking thing?” Peter was more shocked by this than the idea of Lionel inserting his undeserving penis into Jessie’s divine bottom.

      “I offered it as a substitute for sex.”

      “But you wound up having sex anyway.”

      “He virtually forced himself on me, Peter. Though once I’d become visibly aroused from the spanking, my protests had a hollow ring. He’s a sexual predator, just as you suspected and I was easy game.”

      “Well, how was it?” Peter asked stiffly, for some reason feeling more piqued at the other man for spanking Jessie than violating her.

      “You mean the spanking? Well, as you might expect from Lionel, it was rather too hard. All the same, I knew he was only thinking of sex and not of correcting me at all.”

      “But you said you became aroused,” said Peter, shucking corn and dropping it into boiling water.

      “Well, of course I did. I get aroused when Little Nancy in the comics gets a spanking, so of course when a handsome man does it –”

      “Lionel does cut a dashing figure, I suppose,” Peter granted gloomily.

      “But I find you a hundred times more attractive, Peter,” Jessie confided.

      “Still, Jessie, I thought you shared your special secret with me because you liked me and knew you could trust me. Now here I find you’ve told it to a man you neither like nor find trustworthy!”

      “As I said, Peter, I was recklessly curious.”

      “And look what happened! Lionel took advantage of you.” Peter found himself actually becoming angry with Jessie.

      “He certainly did.”

      “You know, if you’d behaved like the good girl you were pretending to be and said goodnight on the stoop, none of this would have happened.” Peter declared with a degree of irritation that set Jessie’s tummy fluttering.

      “I intended to be good.”

      Peter checked the kitchen clock and saw that he had about ten minutes before the corn had to come