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

clasped behind his back.

      “Carl-Adam really, you just can’t change roles in midstream like this!” Diana flushed with embarrassment as she saw how very serious he was.

      “Why not? Come over here, young lady,” he took her by the wrist, led her to the bed, sat down and deftly turned her over his knee, which wasn’t much of a challenge, given their respective sizes.

      “Carl-Adam, you’re terrifying me!” Diana cast him an imploring but mischievous look, putting back one tiny hand to shield her bottom. Unmoved he took her wrist and pinned it to her side then tentatively raised his hand and firmly brought it down on the seat of her skirt. She gave a little wriggle. Again he smacked her, a little harder now. When she made no move to escape he spanked her five or six more times. She caught her breath as the slaps became harder. Carl-Adam had a very large hand and huge, muscular thighs to support a girl luxuriously.

      “God,” she sighed, in heaven. “You do this well, Carl-Adam.”

      His anger melting in the glow of her compliance, Carl-Adam began to realize that this could be a pleasure for them both. Again and again he brought his palm down on her pleated skirt until she couldn’t help but grind against his thighs in a state of arousal. He could feel the heat that the spanking produced though the fine wool of her skirt. No amount of kissing her tiny feet would ever bring this sort of response, reflected Carl-Adam.

      Without a word he pulled her skirt up to her waist to behold the sheerest white nylon panties he had ever seen. Her creamy skin, already deeply tinged with pink, glowed alluringly through the nearly transparent material. It was all he could do not to cover her exquisite bottom with kisses. He had of course imagined her bottom to be flawless, but he hadn’t guessed how much lovelier it might appear while disposed across his lap and pinkened by his own relentless hand.

      Reading his mind, Diana softly teased, “Aren’t you going to tell me how pretty I am? You used to be full of compliments when I was dominant and allowed you to glimpse far less of me!”

      “Your head has been turned by too many compliments,” he told her sternly, continuing the spanking with great resolve. Lupe’s advice had not fallen on inattentive ears and he was already feeling the good of it.

      “Oh? Are you implying that I’m vain?” she demanded, twisting on his lap to avoid his hand. Firmly righting her and holding her fast he spanked her six or seven times soundly.

      “Not vain perhaps, but so over-confident that you’ve forgotten the importance of good manners.”

      “Really! Now you’re going too far,” Diana bristled. This inspired him to pull her panties down. “No! Don’t you dare! I never agreed to a bare bottom spanking!”

      “How pink you are.”

      “Let me see!” Diana craned her neck to view herself. He pushed her back down.

      “Later,” he told her, delivering additional vigorous smacks. Diana bit her knuckle so as not to whimper aloud. As a submissive, Carl-Adam had been endearingly absurd, as a dominant, he was remarkably daddy-like from the big lap to the heavy hand and Diana could have kissed him for it.

      The spanking became harder and her perfect bottom redder. His hand began to produce a sting very nearly past bearing. She found herself gripping the bedclothes and making a great effort not to cry out. The spanking was beginning to hurt, but at the same time, it felt more exciting by the moment. Carl-Adam was quite the inflexible dom, punishing her as sternly as a strapping Swedish country minister of the early 1900’s might have disciplined a naughty village sweetheart.

      Finally Carl-Adam removed his mesmerized gaze from her squirming bottom long enough to notice the great effort she was making not to cry out or complain. He dropped his hand abruptly and then deliberately and respectfully set her to rights, pulling up her panties and pulling down her skirt before lifting her from his lap.

      Her hand going back to rub her bottom, she murmured, “Why did you stop?”

      “That’s enough to give you something to think about,” he told her over folded arms.

      “Aren’t you going to comfort me, Carl-Adam?”

      “Why should I?”

      “It felt so real that I was about to get tears in my eyes when you stopped. But I would have let myself cry rather than ask you to stop.”

      “I’ll make you cry. With a switch out in the woods,” he promised unsmilingly. She was startled when this caused her butterflies and began to wonder how Carl-Adam had managed to pick up so much dominant polish overnight.

      “Carl-Adam, you’re being very harsh with your Diana,” she reproached him mildly. This being more than even Carl-Adam could withstand, he took her in his arms and kissed her deeply.

      “From now on,” he said, sitting her on his lap like a child, “instead of issuing me orders, you must ask me politely for whatever you want or need.”

      “Carl-Adam, I always ask you politely,” she smiled.

      “You understand what I mean. As you may have noticed, I’m no longer you’re possession. Instead, you are mine.”

      “And when you do mean to take possession of your possession?”

      “On the first day you want me.”

      “What makes you think I don’t want you right now?”

      “That naughty smile. It makes me realize that you’re much too sure of me.” Carl-Adam chastely kissed her brow and took his leave, causing her to marvel at his sudden and inexplicable metamorphosis. How smart of him to make her wait! Now she would think of nothing but Carl-Adam and the next opportunity she might give him to spank her.

      Diana managed very easily to enrage Carl-Adam the following night by inviting to her room and playing spanking games with a boy named Rudy Wolfe who had homed in on Lupe and herself at the orientation meeting. Although in love with a Manhattan attorney and fast developing a tendre for Carl-Adam, the flirtatious Diana was unequivocally willing to play with virtually anyone on campus who took the trouble to ask, at least once.

      Rudy was enjoying his hour of glory in Diana’s room. The shy, dark haired boy was only a sophomore and barely three inches taller than herself, but he had a friendly hand and a comfortable lap. Moreover, he spanked effectively while causing very little pain. He’d confided he had spanked his girl cousins as well as his high school girlfriend. Diana was pleased by his unassuming manners and used him for her pleasure unabashedly.

      When Carl-Adam approached Diana’s door at around ten on that Saturday night and heard the spanking noises issuing from within, he was very nearly wounded into turning on his heel and walking away. But a desire to assess his rival caused him to instead rap smartly on the door. After an audible scramble within, the door was opened by a flushed Diana, who nonetheless calmly smoothed her navy wool jumper back into perfect pleats.

      “Oh, Carl-Adam. Are you early? Do you know Rudy Wolfe?’

      “No!” the towering Carl-Adam growled at the boy in such a way as to expedite his departure.

      “So!” he accused as soon as the door had closed behind Rudy, “you sub to dweebs now?”

      “Physical beauty isn’t everything, Carl-Adam I value sensitivity and expertise as well. The young man’s style was at once refined and robust. Therefore how could I help being charmed?”

      Carl-Adam was about to seize and shake her when she airily announced, “I’m going down to the Vault tonight with Lupe. Would you like to drive us?” Diana went behind a wooden screen to change clothes as they continued to talk.

      “Yes,” he replied calmly, though inwardly thrilled. She emerged in an open-collared black leather cat suit that clung becomingly to every dainty curve. She sat on a Windsor chair and opened a large box to withdraw a pair of brand new black thigh-high boots from London.

      “Will you help me put them on?” she taunted Carl-Adam, knowing that