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

      “Oh!” she cried breathlessly as she began to feel the warm water fill her. “Are you sure it won’t come out?” she asked fearfully.

      “You just lie still and behave, I’ll take care of everything else,” he told her, lifting her by the hips and adjusting her a little higher over the pillows. Then he pulled her panties off entirely, separated her legs and encouraged her to bend her knees slightly, elevating her bottom yet a little higher. “Now you can lean on your elbows a bit,” he told her, moving her into more of a modified all fours position, with her bottom uppermost. “Good girl,” he told her, slipping one hand under her satiny stomach to feel it slowly expand as the water filled her. Jessie gave a little moan of embarrassed excitement as he gently squeezed her abdomen and patted her bottom.

      “Jessie, dear?”

      “Yes, Peter?”

      “This may feel a little bit uncomfortable, but it isn’t supposed to hurt, so tell me if it does.”

      “I will.”

      Peter shut the clamp several times during the two-quart infusion to let her adjust to the sensation of so much warm water filling her. Jessie became very wet and wondered why he considered this a punishment. Except for the embarrassment, which was substantial indeed, these attentions felt as ticklishly sexy as the anal sex with Lionel, but with none of the pain of forced cramming.

      Finally the hot water bottle was empty and Jessie was very full. But still she felt no discomfort, or at least, very little. In a moment he had removed the nozzle and pressed her down on the pillows again. “Don’t move,” he told her, unhooking the enema apparatus from the bedpost and disappearing into the bathroom for a moment.

      He returned with a few more thick towels, which he draped across his lap when he sat down on the bed. Then he very carefully pulled her across his lap as well. “But I’m afraid I’ll have an accident!” she cried. “I’m so full.”

      “You’d better not have an accident,” he warned her sternly, then calmly picked up his hairbrush.

      Since it was a heavy, wooden, square, men’s brush, he only had to tap her with it to leave a bright pink imprint on her pearly flesh. Even so, each slow and measured stroke made her sting and smart. And yet being in this position, with her tummy so full and her whole sex aching with excitement, the pain was somehow merged into rhapsodic pleasure and she could not bring herself to protest, even when the strokes grew more severe.

      Jessie had always wanted to take a hard spanking. But she had also feared it. Now, with her senses all aflame through his attentions to her bottom, her mind was open to the discipline. She felt each stroke go through her now and heard herself whimper as they fell, but still she wanted more. She really did want to feel punished, but only by Peter, because she was so certain of his ardent admiration and love.

      And then, all at once, she reached her crisis and spasmed violently across his lap, gasping with the delirious sensation of coming from a spanking. He put the brush down and stroked her gently until her tremors subsided and she gingerly slipped off his lap. He pointed in the direction of the bathroom and left her to scamper through the door while he went back downstairs to put dinner on the table.

      Lionel knew he had made a negative impression on Jessie, which he attempted to soften by sending her flowers. She didn’t have an opportunity to thank him until the following afternoon when she had just dismissed her class in the schoolyard. It was another stormy day and she was headed towards the village haberdashery to order a Donegal tweed jacket for Peter to arrive by Christmas. Meanwhile, Peter had strolled off to the village jewelers to purchase an engagement ring. For although Jessie had said she did not care to be married, she’d made no prohibition against being engaged.

      Lionel fell into step with Jessie, surprising her into a gasp.

      “It’s only me.”

      “Oh, Lionel. Hello,” Jessie smiled cordially.

      “Still mad at me?”

      “I was never mad at you, Lionel. And thank you for the beautiful flowers.”

      “You said I practically raped you,” he brooded, for he hadn’t quite been able to get that accusation out of his mind all weekend, particularly the idea of her telling people that.

      “You did, but I suppose I don’t blame you. After all, I was very provocative.”

      “Yes, you were. Listen; explain this spanking thing to me. You seemed to like it.”

      “You seemed to like it too,” Jessie observed, wondering whether she ought to change the subject at once, since it was beginning to make her blush and throb all over. She couldn’t look at Lionel’s chiseled profile without remembering that just a few short days before he’d actually taken her across his knee and paddled her quite effectively, not to mention penetrating her most secret place and giving her a very real climax in the process. There was a limit to how unfriendly Jessie could feel towards a man of such abilities, but the memory of Peter’s masterful lovemaking so fresh in her mind confused her emotions.

      “Do other women like it the way you do? I mean, is this a regular practice, taking a spanking instead of having sex?”

      Jessie laughed, “I don’t know, but I’ll bet it would be fun to try the experiment with Miss Kranz.”

      “Lorna? That frigid bundle of nerves?”

      “Lionel!” Jessie was shocked. “And she spoke so well of you!”

      “Well of me? In what context?”

      “I believe she admires you greatly both as a man and an educational administrator,” Jessie revealed.

      “Really?” Lionel smiled slightly.

      “Don’t you think she’s got the most ravishing figure? And those legs.”

      Lionel looked at Jessie sharply. “So I’m getting the brush off, am I?”

      “I’m sorry,” she lowered her eyes as they splashed through the cobblestone puddles.

      “Was it the way I acted?”

      “No, Lionel. I just don’t feel we’re temperamentally suited.”

      After they parted at the door of the haberdashery, Lionel walked back to his car thinking about Lorna Kranz.

      Over the next couple of days, Lionel and Lorna began to look each other in the eyes for the first time, though hers were always the first to be lowered. And although he preferred Jessie’s rounder contours and rosy face, Lionel certainly admired the appearance of the meticulously groomed and gracefully slender redhead. Her ivory skin was without blemish and he’d never seen such an elegant instep. Lorna always wore the highest heels, which gave her taut, little bottom an additional lift.

      “Now there’s a girl who really needs a spanking,” thought Lionel of the fussy and exacting third grade teacher, who seemed the type who would hold out for a wedding ring in the face of any sexual temptation, which was why he had never bothered to pursue her. But Jessie had said that Lorna liked him and this single piece of data took him half the way to liking her.

      However, Lionel had no patience with virgins. He had a strong sex drive which he enjoyed exercising and switched partners often. So far he had mostly avoided emotional involvements. Since he was a jagged, driven and not at all comforting male, there had never been much inducement for a girlfriend to want to capture and domesticate him. Women sensed that he was a critical, inflexible man and shied away from him after a couple of dates, in spite of the rather satisfying sex.

      He hadn’t gone out with a good girl since high school and wondered whether it was worth the bother. In the end he decided to wait until Lorna made the first move. She did it rather gracefully during a faculty meeting, when Lionel called for a volunteer to head the decorations committee for the Christmas Pageant. This meant several meetings alone in his office for funds to be dispensed and receipts collected.

      Lorna had been an art major at Boston