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

contrived to ignore. Remembering again the ease with which a vulgar epithet had rolled off Lupe’s tongue, he redoubled his efforts to impress upon her that manners still count.

      Pulling her leather skirt up to her waist wasn’t easy, so he made her get up off his lap and hike it up herself before being summarily pulled back down. As she did this she bestowed upon the breathless crowd a Giaconda smile, which it was fortunate that Clarence did not see.

      Needless to say being spanked by an outrageously handsome boy in front of dozens of players in the legendary Vault when she was scarcely eighteen and a half years old figured as one of the crowning moments of Lupe’s life, the other two being: her first whipping from a leather man at the age of sixteen in Hollywood and the caning she’d received from Mr. Lawrence, her Senior Lit teacher at Braemar the previous Spring. To say that she was excited would have been a vast understatement. But she was also moved, almost to tears, by the notion of her young man spanking her indignantly for verbally devastating him earlier on. This was exactly what she wanted out of the Scene, drama and passion!

      Clarence kept smacking her hard, while considering the possibility of utterly humiliating her by pulling her panties down. He felt she needed it, but did this ocean of B&D zombie-voyeurs really deserve that thrill?

      “Are you learning a lesson?” he asked her, reminding her very much of her divine Mr. Lawrence as he yanked her sheer black panties down to reveal her rounded, rosy bottom to the crowd of spell bound on-lookers, one or two of whom were not chronic masturbators, but rather serious corporal punishment practitioners, who viewed the exquisite demonstration with even more appreciative eyes.

      As the spanking proceeded on Lupe’s bare bottom word seemed to fly though the rooms of the club that a beautiful young couple were enacting a perfect spanking scene. Within a minute a ring of fascinated B&D players, including several attractive couples, supplanted the penis pullers in the choicest viewing spots and watched with rapt enjoyment as Lupe squirmed and kicked across Clarence’s lap. Male masters put their female submissives up on their shoulders to look on approvingly while corseted dominatrixes and their harnessed, collared slaves paused to be charmed. The next time Clarence raised his eyes to his audience he glimpsed not one wagging penis, but instead a well-behaved circle of actual players offering silent encouragement in the form of subtle smiles. This change cheered him and he returned to his job with renewed vigor.

      Meanwhile Lupe was on the brink of tears for the spanking had continued long enough to become very painful. She tried to shield her bottom but Clarence caught and slapped her hand until she pulled it from his grasp and tucked it under her bosom. Then his palm continued to sharply sting her soft skin, which had already borne more spanking than she could have imagined possible in one session. She longed to cry mercy, but forced herself to endure. After all, she was being punished, which in itself was sexy. But how it had begun to hurt!

      “Oh, please!” she cried at last, “I’ll be good!” She turned her large, dark eyes toward him appealingly.

      “Very well, I’ll let you up, but it’s not over!” he promised, pulling her up off his lap and getting to his feet. Without allowing her to lower her skirt, Clarence took Lupe by her bare forearm and led her to the closest corner. “Stand there just like that until I come back for you,” he ordered sternly, forcing her to leave her skirt up and her panties pulled down, with her freshly spanked bottom turned towards the room. It was a horrible thing to do to Lupe, but it made Clarence very happy.

      Lupe was aware of how angelically naughty she looked, standing in the corner, with her hands clasped together in front of her and her straight, black hair flowing to her waist. She could also imagine how adorable her bottom looked as well, so pink above the lace tops of her sheer black hose. But these aspects of her situation did not completely comfort her. She wondered how long Clarence planned to leave her there. The club didn’t close until four. Every minute or so she would hotly decide to break her position and tell Clarence off. But then it occurred to her that this might be some sort of test, and that if she balked at it, he might not want her for his girl friend after all. And she wanted very much to be his. So she didn’t move. She didn’t turn around either, terrified that if she did she would confront a full battalion of masturbating males, all fixated on her backside.

      Only once was her reverie disturbed and that was when someone came up beside her and slipped a card into her hand. Startled she turned to look into the eyes of a bold, young Latin male with collar length black hair and a moustache. He was dressed all in black and was obviously dominant. She looked down at the card. On one side his name was printed: Xavier Duarte. On the other side there was a phone number. When she looked up from the card he was gone. Lupe turned back to face the wall, and this was how her friends found her moments later.

      “Poor girl!” Diana cried, changing mounts as Danny’s strong back yielded her to Carl-Adam’s sturdy shoulders. Enclosing his neck between her thighs she grabbed a hank of straight blond hair for balance and was transported closer to the scene of Lupe’s humiliation. Carl-Adam held her steady with one hand on each of her leather-clad thighs. “Should we rescue her, Carl-Adam?”

      “Don’t you dare!” Clarence cried, coming up beside them with a faint smile on his face. “I’ve never enjoyed myself so much in my life,” he added, admiring his handiwork while glancing at the clock on the wall. She had only been standing there for eight minutes.

      “Well I think you’re a horrid brute!” Diana charged while continuing to gaze with fascination at her beautifully exposed friend.

      “Oh, all right,” Clarence said, going to fetch Lupe out of the corner, which was indeed becoming surrounded with the masturbating males she had anticipated.

      Walking briskly up to Lupe he pulled her panties back up into place, worked her skirt back down over her slim hips and turned her around to face him. Lupe’s big brown eyes reproached him for his cruelty while her full red mouth pouted for a kiss. Instead he took her by the wrist as though she were a child and led her back to Carl-Adam and Diana. Clarence noticed she refused to meet their eyes and took pleasure in her embarrassment.

      “Lupe, would you like to go back now?” Diana asked, putting her arm around her friend’s shoulders and hugging her. Lupe nodded and they all left the club.

      The night air was bracing above ground. This time Carl-Adam got behind the wheel, with Diana beside him, while Clarence and Lupe took the bench seat in back.

      For the first half hour on the road back Carl-Adam, Diana and Clarence held an animated discussion on what they had seen at the club. Lupe curled up in her corner and pretended to doze. Eventually the conversation fell off, with Carl-Adam and Diana now and then murmuring soft comments to each other.

      Observing her tensely curled posture, Clarence pulled Lupe out of the corner and made her stretch out with her head in his lap. When she shivered he covered her with his jacket. Lupe fell fast asleep, only to be woken once they were back at the dorm.

      Pulling her up the stairs by the hand he waved at Carl-Adam and Diana, who together headed off.

      Lupe was very nearly awake when they arrived at Clarence’s room. She allowed him to unzip her and take her out of the dress, revealing to him for the first time her saucy bosom. This he covered with kisses as he took her down to his bed, stripping off all of her remaining apparel and accessories as rapidly as he could. Naked in his arms for the first time, Lupe clung to him and thrilled to hear him tell her that he loved her.

      Meanwhile Carl-Adam had escorted Diana to her door.

      “Aren’t you coming in, Carl-Adam?” she whispered, because it was after three a.m. and most of the dorm was asleep.

      “May I?’

      “Please.”

      Diana didn’t turn on the light, but pulled back her mauve silk curtains to let the moonlight in through the multi-paned windows. Opening them slightly, a gush of crackling autumn air filled the room. Carl-Adam helped Diana off with her boots first then took off his own as she went behind her screen to peel off the cat suit. When she emerged in a blue cotton wrapper, Diana curled up on Carl-Adam’s lap and threw her arms around his neck to kiss