Shadow Lane Volume 8: The Spanking Libertines A Novel of Spanking, Sex and Romance. Eve Howard

with characteristic teenage abandon. In spite of her detachment, Lupe succumbed to a climax moments before Hector’s. After which she promptly burst into tears.

      Hector gathered her into his arms and comforted her, instinctively knowing that he himself was in no way responsible for her sadness.

      All of this was duly reported to Diana, who, more shocked by Lupe’s taking to dressing in black than her new sexual decadence, seized the first opportunity to reproach Clarence with his dangerous neglect of her friend.

      They met in the basement of their dorm while exchanging old sheets for new at the linen lockers.

      “Good morning, Miss Stratton,” said Clarence, shades cooler than he had ever been with the small, sleek senior before.

      “You’re very formal today, Clarence. Or are you angry with me too?”

      “I’m not angry with anyone,” he bristled.

      “Not even Lupe?”

      Clarence collected his linen.

      “Clarence, do me the courtesy of replying to my question.”

      “I beg your pardon?”

      “I would like to know your intentions with regard to my dear friend,” demanded Diana imperiously.

      “Intentions?”

      “Yes. Have you abandoned her?”

      Clarence slammed his locker closed.

      “No,” he shortly replied.

      “Then you still care for her?”

      “Of course,” he reluctantly growled.

      “Then why are you being so mean? Have you forgotten that she’s a novice in the scene? Ninety percent of why she went to the city was to give you a reason to spank her. Neophytes often behave that way. It’s something they grow out of.”

      “Thanks for telling me that. It’s a big relief,” Clarence said, unimpressed.

      “So I guess you don’t care that she’s crying herself to sleep every night and starving herself to death in the day?”

      This made Clarence pause. He remembered that Lupe had looked utterly drained the previous morning at breakfast, dressed all in black, though with handsome slate grey accents. Her cheeks had looked hollow!

      “Where is she now?” he suddenly asked Diana.

      “I don’t know. Probably walking around in tears. It’s what she’s been doing all week.”

      “All right. I’ll put a stop to that today. If you see her tell her I’m looking for her.”

      It was one of those October days that start out golden blue and end up wetly grey. Somewhat revived by the impromptu spanking and rough, satisfying sex from Hector the previous day, Lupe had reacquainted herself with soap and perfume and outfitted in wool knickers, a sweater, thick sox and ankle boots, set out after breakfast to walk the entire day.

      First she walked out to Vassar farm to stare at the scarecrows. Then she started down the densely shaded road to the Cider Mill, crunching leaves.

      It took some time to reach the strange lodge and halfway there the clouds began to move in. Fortunately, in looking for Lupe, Clarence had run into Carl-Adam, who had just seen her walking on the road and Carl-Adam told Clarence exactly where he might find her. As the drizzle began, Clarence pulled up beside Lupe.

      On noticing the handsome, tawny driver of the jeep Lupe’s heart contracted.

      “Lupe, get in,” he stopped the car and severely frowned at her, opening the door. “Where were you going?”

      “The Cider Mill.” She got in.

      Clarence threw the car in gear and they started down the road. “You didn’t look well at breakfast yesterday. I was wondering whether you were all right,” he began, though without much warmth. They exchanged sidelong glances.

      “Were you?”

      “As a matter of fact, I was.”

      “I’m fine,” she replied defiantly.

      “Yes, I can see that now.” Lightning flashed but they barely noticed.

      “A lot you care!” A loud clap of thunder startled them both.

      “Of course I care.”

      “Really? It’s hard to tell when you get ignored for a week!” Lupe folded her arms.

      They debarked at the cafe and went inside. The place was cavernous and weird, filled with taxidermy and awkward antiques. Everywhere one looked there was something to read, examine and recoil at. Clarence bought them hot mulled ciders, which they sipped as they paced the hall.

      “Has it been a week?” he asked her casually. This question brought tears to her eyes.

      “Yes!” She swallowed the lump in her throat. “And I’m fed up. You don’t like me anymore? Fine. I can find another boyfriend.”

      “I’m sure you can!” he hotly replied.

      “There’s a mixer at West Point next weekend. For upperclassmen only. They’re all but officers, you know.”

      Clarence put their mugs down on the counter and led her outside. “That’s enough about West Point cadets. Get in the car.”

      “Or I could go with Diana to Yale this weekend. They’re a dance there too. You’ve never seen me on a dance floor.”

      “Shut up.”

      “Are we going back?”

      “No.”

      “Where are we going?”

      “An inn I discovered in Rhinebeck with cabins in the woods.”

      “Go to an inn? With me? Now? For what purpose, pray?”

      Clarence only gave her a look.

      The cabin smelled of cinnamon and apples, the rustic hearth was loaded with firewood and the antique maple bed was swathed in down.

      “If you don’t forgive me then what are we doing here?” she asked as he locked the door and sealed the windows against the beating rain.

      “I do forgive you. But you’ve been wickedly abandoned.” He took her by the hand and made her sit next to him on the bed. Lupe felt embarrassed and couldn’t meet his eyes. The next thing she knew she was being pulled across his lap and spanked.

      “I should have done this the second you got back from New York,” he stated, slapping her bottom hard and repeatedly through the tweed knickers. “Ungrateful girl!” Smack! Smack! “Lift up,” he ordered, reaching under her to unbutton her wool knickers and yank them down to mid-thigh. “I bestow my heart on you and this is how you behave!” Clarence squeezed her perfect oval cheeks, snugly wrapped in French cut, white cotton briefs. More stern smacks descended on her pert seat.

      “At worst, I was impulsive,” she protested, though not seriously trying to resist.

      “Really!” Now he swatted her harder.

      “Ow! You disagree?” Lupe put one hand back to shield her bottom but he caught her by the wrist and slapped it. “Ow!” She nursed her hand to her face.

      “Impulsive nothing. You knew that I would expect fidelity from you, yet you deliberately pursued an affair with another man, not ten days after you started dating me!” Now he pulled her panties down to bare her reddened bottom. “Did you think that you wouldn’t get a spanking for that?”

      “Are you calling me a slut?” she cried, squirming to avoid his hand, which had begun to descend on her unprotected bottom vehemently.

      “No,” Clarence replied, staying his punishing hand to examine Lupe’s fair skin, now stained dusky