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

her alone.

      Lupe went to the window and watched him walk into the woods, her heart aglow at being once more the focus of Clarence’s attention.

      High tea was being served at the Inn and he was able to return with a basket of sandwiches and tarts. Lupe had not stirred from the window.

      “You don’t listen very well, do you?” he sighed, drawing a pot of hot chocolate from the basket and filling two mugs.

      “It’s too early to get in bed,” she observed, unwrapping a small sandwich.

      “Oh, you think so?”

      “Is my punishment over?”

      “Don’t you wish!”

      “I really don’t.”

      “Oh, you admit you’ve behaved reprehensibly?”

      “No.”

      “Why did you do it, Lupe? I thought you were so happy, so satisfied with our chemistry.”

      “I just wanted an extra adventure. I was curious. That’s all. I began to regret it the second I got there. Although it turned out all right. But nothing like it is with you, Clarence. He wanted to be my master. You only want to be my god. There’s a difference.”

      “Don’t be impertinent,” Clarence snapped, but the next moment took the sandwich out of her hand and kissed her hard. “There!” he said, letting her go. “That’s how I feel about you.” Then he set about starting a fire in the hearth.

      “Yes, you said you loved me several weeks ago but you haven’t gotten around to proving it yet. Just the opposite.”

      “Haven’t you ever heard of tough love?”

      “I have something else I need to tell you.”

      “Oh god, what now?”

      “Not that I want to tell you, but inevitably you’ll find out and I couldn’t stand another week like you just put me through.”

      “Well?”

      “Well, after you abandoned me, another boy quickly moved in.”

      “What other boy?”

      “Remember, I was desolate and therefore detached. It’s not as though I was anything but completely indifferent to his overtures. But as day after neglectful day passed, the young man began to realize that he might successfully press his advantage, proximity being nine tenths of possession.”

      “Lupe, are you saying you let Hector Green have you?” All 6’2” of Clarence bristled as he took her by the slim shoulders and gave her an admonitory shake.

      “It’s your fault,” she pouted up at him.

      “My fault!”

      “Because you left me alone and unprotected. I mean, what did you think would happen?”

      “You are your father’s daughter, I’ll say that. Your mother’s too,” he mused, striding towards the door.

      “Where are you going?”

      “Out to cut a switch!” He fished his Swiss Army knife out of his pocket and exhibited it to her. Then he was out the door.

      Lupe paced with indecision for a moment or two, then followed him out into the woods. The rain had abated to a drizzle as the afternoon waned. It was growing chillier by the moment but the woods were glorious in red and gold and Lupe savored the snap in the air. She found Clarence a few seconds later, searching for a dry twig.

      “I don’t want a switching. They’re supposed to really hurt!” she protested.

      “We’ll soon find out,” he promised, moments before seizing upon a perfect specimen, dry beneath a pile of sticks. He began to trim it with his pocketknife.

      “I didn’t want to do it with Hector, but he virtually forced the issue.”

      “Are you saying that he raped you?”

      “No. Of course not. I was more apathetic than resistant, to be fair to Hector. But I’m sure you’ll agree that only a cad in embryo would take advantage of a cruelly abandoned, lovesick girl.”

      “Sophistry. You could have said no thank you. Hector is a Philistine, not a Neanderthal. Now come over here!” Clarence found a proper fallen log to thrust her over and let fly with the switch across the back of her wool pants smartly enough to make her shout.

      “Ow! No more!” she struggled to break away but he held her fast to the fallen trunk. Swish! Another swat landed painfully. Lupe shrieked and tried to pull away. “Clarence, that really hurts! No!” Again the switch struck with an awful sensation. Tears sprang into her eyes as she attempted to jerk free of his hold. “No more!” Another swat fell and again she wailed aloud. Her sobs soon filled the forest as he delivered the final two of six hard strokes. When he let her go she ran stumbling back to the cabin, her face wet with tears and rain.

      He stalked in a moment after her and was surprised to see her curled up in a small ball of tears on the hearth rug.

      “Did it really hurt so badly?” he attempted to fold her in his arms.

      “Yes!” she protested, thrusting him away. Feeling more sorry for herself by the moment Lupe indulged in a fit of hysterical sobs.

      “I’m sorry I was harsh,” he vowed, brushing the hair from her damp face to kiss her. “I suppose I didn’t realize how severe the switch could feel to a small girl like you.”

      “Would you like to feel how it felt?” Lupe abruptly stopped sobbing. “Because I’d really like to give you the same six of the best that you just gave me and see how you like it!”

      “Oh, Lupe,” he hugged her, “you’re so cute.”

      “Don’t! That really hurt like hell. I never thought of you as a sadist, Clarence. Until today.”

      “Lupe dear, I have apologized,” he said with a slight trace of impatience. “Now stop being such a baby before I give you another spanking!” This warning elicited such a pretty pout that he seized her by her long, black ponytail, pulled her towards him and kissed her hard. “I’ll teach you to let other men have you!” He took her to the bed and pulled her clothes off. When she tried to resist or hold on to various articles of apparel he slapped her hands away or slapped her lightly on all the parts of her body that became exposed.

      Bestowing a few light spanks on her small, round, upstanding bosom when he’d removed her lacy brassiere had an unexpectedly stimulating effect on Lupe, who had never thought much about her breasts beyond acknowledging how charmingly they filled out her sweaters and looked in a sweetheart cut gown. Although not a girl to enjoy her nipples pinched, the feel of his admonitory pats on the fleshiest portions of her bosom inflamed her with submissive sensations. She whimpered but deliberately thrusts her breasts towards him, unmistakably asking for more.

      “I’m glad you seem to realize how much you need to be beaten,” Clarence murmured, while lightly pinkening her creamy, cherry tipped orbs with tender spanks.

      The next thing she knew he was pulling off her last remaining garments. Then sitting on the bed he pulled her down across his lap. He made her arch up and present her silken black Venus mound. He told her to hold still. Then curving one hand around her waist, he began to spank her sex quite lightly with the other. The result was immediate intense and panting arousal. She wriggled so violently that he had to press down quite firmly with the other hand to hold her in place.

      Pausing in the spanking of her pussy, Clarence began to exquisitely torment her with long periods of examination and probing, consisting of him spreading her labia to glimpse her dewy excitement, then plunging several fingers into this well of darling, young femininity. Lupe writhed and wriggled across his lap.

      Finally he turned his attention to her equally fascination second portal of pleasure. The process of examining and probing