Shadow Lane Volume 1 & 2: The Romance of Discipline, Spanking, Sex, B&D and Anal Eroticism in a Small New England Village. Eve Howard

dressed as Robin Hood, stood laughing behind her hand.

      “Who’s she?” William asked, admiring the robust good looks of the flaxen haired imp, who even now was reloading her bow from the quiver of arrows slung across her back.

      “That’s Marnie Price, Randy’s little sister.”

      “Why haven’t I noticed her before? She looks like a real New England girl.” William said with approval.

      “Drinks like one too.”

      “Doesn’t seem to impair her aim though.”

      “You’d have to be legally blind to miss that target,” Hugo remarked ungallantly.

      His companion agreed, while still admiring the voluptuous posterior of Marguerite, who now gave it a brief rub, after breaking the arrow in half with a toss of her glorious mane.

      As the girls filtered up through the crowd on the stairs, the roar of a Harley skidding to a stop outside let everybody know that Randy Price had arrived.

      Price enjoyed making an entrance. He was twenty-eight, tall, lean and swaggering. He wore a black bomber jacket, ripped tee shirt and black jeans. From his left ear an inverted cross dangled and his skull had been completely shaved, the first sight of which caused not only Laura and Marguerite, but also every other woman who recognized Randy to gasp.

      The manipulative C.E.O. of Price Enterprises was William Random’s most serious competitor. He was a Harvard business school drop out, but this had not stopped him from pulling his family’s floundering land development company out of the red several years before and building it into a corporation with wide holdings all over New England and enormous liquid assets.

      With his uncanny business acumen and total lack of ethics, Randy’s deals seldom blew up in his face. The incident with Damaris Perez was not typical and he was still steaming about her trading him bogus bids for genuine drugs.

      He scanned the halls and stairs impatiently, ignoring all who greeted him, but acknowledging Laura Random with a smirk. Laura turned and fled up the stairs. Her violent reaction was noted by William, who now folded his arms belligerently, as he considered the immense annoyance Randall Price had become.

      Even as William confronted the fact that Laura had cheated on him with his unscrupulous competitor, he found his wife especially appealing in the cherry red leather dress that clove to her buttocks, sleek thighs and firm bosom so enticingly.

      “Why does Randall keep following Laura?” William suddenly demanded of Hugo. But Laura was with them before Hugo could answer, throwing her arms about William’s neck. He embraced her without hesitation, locking his arms about her so tightly that she squealed as he lifted her off the ground and swung her around.

      “Well?” he demanded. “Have you decided to come home?”

      “Yes,” Laura said shyly, hiding her face against his chest.

      “Good!” Nothing could have been more emphatic than this pronouncement.

      Laura had expected him to be stern and remote. The quality of warmth did not often emanate from William Random, but it enveloped her completely at that moment of reunion. Then Randy was upon them.

      “Hi Laura! Like my haircut? Billy, how’s it going? Hugo, no costume?” Randy was bubbling with abrasive energy. William’s hands balled into fists as he let Laura go.

      “A good haircut is no substitute for the frontal lobe job you really need,” William pointed out.

      Before Randy could respond, Laura asked Hugo to take her to the bar.

      “Don’t go, baby,” Randy said, touching Laura’s bare shoulder. “There’s so much I want to say to you.”

      “Leave my wife alone,” William told him.

      “She’s got a mouth,” said Randy; “And we both know she can use it. Why doesn’t she tell me herself?”

      “She asked me to deliver the message, so you’d read it loud and clear,” William said, stepping aggressively in front of Laura, who took the opportunity to seize Hugo’s hand and scurry away with the amused voyeur in tow.

      “If I stay they’ll come to blows,” Laura explained to Hugo, who seemed reluctant to exit.

      “I should have thought you’d enjoy that,” Hugo remarked, allowing himself to be dragged down the stairs by his pretty companion. “Marguerite would be selling tickets.”

      “Gee, she’s pretty,” Randy sighed, to taunt William.

      “Randall, let’s go outside,” William suggested.

      “When the chicks are in here? Listen, we’ll do lunch, okay? Later.” Randy had spotted Damaris Perez and the next instant he was gone.

      “Believe it, asshole,” William muttered, as he too caught a glimpse of his ex-secretary, encased in a PVC jumper that glittered like black ink, clinging crustacean-like to Michael Flagg’s impressive arm.

      “I’m glad you’ve left your husband,” Hugo said, when Laura had had her first drink. “That means we can finally play.”

      For the first time since he’d known her, Laura looked Hugo boldly in the eye. “I haven’t left my husband. But yes, we can finally play.”

      “In that case, come with me. I have everything arranged,” Hugo said, and took her by the hand. He led Laura up to the attic, where he knew there was a private little room. Earlier that day he had fitted it out with a padded leather bench and a mirror opposite. It was here that he’d intended to take her.

      “Nervous?” he asked her, leading her in.

      “Not at all,” she lied, tossing back her silky brown hair.

      “Yes you are. Come here and sit next to me,” he told her, pulling her down on the bench. “And tell me why you’ve been so naughty lately. It really isn’t like you.”

      “Hugo, I didn’t come with you to be treated like a child,” she protested.

      But Hugo hadn’t waited patiently for eighteen months to treat her like an adult. “If by that you mean I’m not supposed to spank you, you should know better, Laura.”

      “But why?” she cried, pulling off the domino that had covered her eyes.

      “Because,” he said, putting his arm around her shoulder and drawing her to him, “that’s what I’m into.”

      “But I don’t want you to!”

      “Look, there are all sorts of spankings. Some of them hurt a lot and some hardly hurt at all. I happen to be an expert in administering what are called erotic spankings. Now if I give you my word that I’ll only spank you in a way that will arouse you without making you kick, scream or cry, will you trust me enough to submit?”

      The concept was a new one on Laura, but she liked the way Hugo’s arms felt about her, the way he smelled and the comforting firmness of his chest to lean upon. “Okay,” she told him.

      “That’s a good girl,” said Hugo. “Now stand up. Right here,” he pointed at the floor in front of him. Laura obeyed after some slight hesitation. He raised her arms, which she held stiffly at her sides until one hand rested on each of his shoulders. Then, using both hands, he pushed the hobbling skirt of her expensive leather dress up, from the backs of her knees to her waist. It slid very slowly upward, and as he pushed, his fingertips caressed the backs of her thighs and the curves of her buttocks, which were finally revealed, after considerable effort.

      The skirt, with its leather laces going up the back, was exceedingly tight.

      Finally the dress was pushed up to her waist and Hugo confronted a ravishing black satin garter belt, with silk-satin panties to match, the suspenders holding up black nylon stockings, with seams up the back. He dropped his hands to trace her stocking seams, from ankle to thigh top and back, with a whispery touch. Laura