Laura and the Love Couch

Laura and the Love Couch
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ISBN:  9781780803876
Author:  Elliot Romer
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The Trials of Laura HortonThe Trials of Laura Horton

Sykes closed the bedroom door, flexing his fingers until they cracked. Laura watched in horror the belt slipping from his waist. It was of leather, thick and shiny, and she visibly winced when he snapped it through the air.
   Sykes was Mrs Rochester's most trusted henchman and used to punishing troublesome women. He did it frequently and was good at it, his timing impeccable, each stroke of the belt calculated to deliver maximum pain without any undue effort on his part.
   'Clothes off now!' he barked, giving her the chance to strip naked and him the enjoyment of watching the raven-haired beauty baring her all.
   'I'll give you a sovereign if you'll let me go,' she pleaded, retreating away from the swinging belt.
   'I get more than that for walloping you,' he laughed menacingly.
   There was nothing she could say to that, and reached for the buttons of her dress...

Laura, believing her trials are over, inherits a vast fortune in diamonds only to find that her scheming uncle has secreted them in a love couch, designed specifically for gentlemen seeking the pleasures of women. Learning that the couch has been sold at auction she sets out to recover it, a quest that takes her into the most unlikely of places, from exclusive ladies clubs to the dark, sinister London underworld where chastity is in short supply and great demand.

From the glittering world of West End night houses to the shady brothels of Shadwell, Laura travels a torturous route leading from one libidinous disaster to the next, and has to trade more than hard cash to achieve her goal, including her own chastity - and not in a way of her liking.

'Why is that girl chained like a cur?' the woman asked, looking rather astonished at the black-haired whore tethered to her bed.
'She is the most disobedient and wilful inmate of my establishment, and an ingrate to boot,' the Queen of Shadwell informed, showing her into the room.
   'I'm surprised you tolerate such wantonness,' she said, running her eyes over Laura's legs. 'You are too soft with your charges, Rochester. A lesson in obedience and humility is what is required here, I think. Have her taken to the schoolroom and I shall begin her education.'
   'As you wish, Soronia,' the Queen of Shadwell shrugged, releasing the chain from the bed-end.
   'No need to rise,' the woman said to Laura, taking the chain. 'The schoolroom is only at the end of the corridor, and your first lesson in obedience is that you shall crawl there like a dog. Come along.'
   She flicked the end of the chain over Laura's naked rump, driving her forward on her hands and knees like a beast to market.
   Soronia Wetherstaff, a sometime schoolmistress and governess, was almost as tall as Laura, marching in her heeled boots thumping loudly on the floorboards. She wore a tight-fitting, black bombazine dress that hugged a good figure. Her hair, parted at the middle, fell to shoulder length in crinkled waves. The eyebrows, finely plucked into arches, drew attention to her large dark lustrous eyes. Her voluptuous lips were both sensuous and enigmatic. One never knew what a woman like her was thinking.
   She gave the chain short sharp tugs, wrenching the collar around Laura's neck as if leading a reluctant pet through the park. At a door she stopped, keyed the lock and sent her boot flying into Laura's bottom, kicking her over the threshold.
   'Have you breakfasted?' she asked, cocking her head on one side, widening her eyes at the pair of breasts swinging under Laura's body.
   'No, ma'am,' Laura shook her head, burying it under a mass of tumbling hair.
   'Then you shall. I have no wish to punish you on an empty stomach.'
   She went off to fetch some food, and in her brief absence Laura knelt up on her haunches taking in the surroundings.
   On the far wall hung a blackboard displaying the alphabet in beautiful copperplate handwriting, and below that an inscription in Latin. To the left stood a wooden apparatus resembling a decorator's trestle, about eight feet high and fitted with rungs. Stools of various sizes lined the walls and in front of the blackboard, a long desk and bench. She cast her eyes upwards and saw two iron hooks embedded in a joist, with chains dangling from them. A cupboard filled the opposite wall and Laura dreaded to think what it contained.
   'No one gave you permission to kneel,' Soronia barked, boots echoing over the floor. 'A little discipline needed here, I think. Three strokes on your bottom to begin with.'
   She placed a tin bowl filled with porridge at Laura's knees and went immediately to the cupboard.
   'Now then,' she mused, 'what shall we use on your magnificent buttocks - the cane, the birch, or shall we prefer a belt? The cane, I think, just to get you warmed up. Now, get back on all fours.'
   Laura dumbly obeyed, dropping onto the flat of her hands and biting her lip in anticipation. The cane whistled into her bottom, cutting through the air with a whoosh. Three fast strokes expertly delivered at the centre of her cheeks left her gasping from the pain. A reddening heat blazed through her bottom, making her go wide-eyed.
   'Now eat,' she commanded, touching the tip of the cane lightly into Laura's bum crease.
   'But how?' Laura protested. 'I don't even have a spoon.'
   'You stupid girl,' Soronia hissed impatiently, flicking the cane harder onto the left buttock. 'For the purpose of this exercise you will eat your food like a dog - and how do dogs eat? They bend their heads and eat straight from the bowl. Did you ever see a dog use a spoon?'
   By all that was sacred, Laura thought, lowering her head and poking out her tongue. She was crazy. Stark raving crazy.
   She lapped at the porridge, spilling more than she ate while Soronia hummed quietly in the background like a woman pleasantly occupied and at peace with whatever she intended to do. Laura ate half of the porridge and felt decidedly sick. Her stomach heaved and she emitted a loud belch.
   'Manners of a pig,' Soronia remarked disgustedly, kicking the bowl halfway across the floor. 'No wonder Rochester had you chained. I wouldn't employ you to clean the privy let alone service well-appointed gentleman. Another three strokes and you may take your place at the desk.'
   The cane delivered another three lashes, not landing on her bottom as Laura assumed it would, but on the backs of her thighs, close together just under the arse crease, and with perfect precision.
   'You see how well I beat my charges,' Soronia observed flatly. 'By the time I have finished with you your bottom will feel like a furnace. As a matter of fact, it reddens rather nicely. I am going to enjoy beating that splendid arse. Now up!' She tapped the cane on Laura's buttocks. 'Yes, up... up... up.'
   Herded over the floor Laura took her place at the bench, letting the chain drag disconsolately behind her. Soronia freed the collar and hurled the chain through the air, dropping it deftly into a waste paper basket.
   'Now, explain this,' she said, tapping the end of the cane against the Latin script.
   'Veni, vidi, vici,' Laura read aloud, remembering something of her education before her incarceration in the House of Correction. 'I came, I saw, I conquered.'
   'Correct!' Soronia exclaimed, evidently surprised at the reply. 'But from what I gather from your disgusting reputation, the words ought to read, 'vidi, vici, veni,' wouldn't you agree?'
   'I saw, I conquered, I came,' Laura translated, blushing furiously, the accusation wholly unfair. 'I am not a common prostitute,' she blurted. 'And I do not see, conquer, or come either.'
   'How very disappointing,' Soronia's face fell. 'I would have thought a juicy young woman like you would have come at the mere sight of a man's cock, let alone having it.' Her eyes twinkled deviously. 'I saw the way your secret place reacted to the cane biting your bottom, and I must say that although I have beaten any number of girls in this room, I cannot recall ever setting eyes on one that large. It compliments the size of your cleavage, Miss Horton.'
   She reached over the desk, prodding the cane into Laura's expanding nipples. A fine bead of sweat trickled from Laura's temples. Under her arms a clammy wetness clung obstinately to her skin. The woman was dangerous and yet strangely captivating with her deep, fathomless eyes and the sexual grin forming on her lips. Under the bombazine her breast heaved and Laura saw her nipples expanding against the material. For a split second both females experienced a fleeting chill in their bellies, and under Laura's bottom her sex tingled. Suddenly the cane teasing her nipples hastily withdrew. Soronia's eyes flashed in anger.
   'Well, and what the devil do you want?' she hissed, eyeing a young maid approaching fearfully over the boards.
   'Please miss,' she sobbed, holding out her tiny hand, 'the mistress said I was to give you this.'
   Soronia laid down her cane and snatched a piece of paper out of her grasp.
   'For not attending to her duties and answering back, ten strokes on her bottom, laid on at full strength,' she read aloud, and crumpled the paper into a ball.
   Laura dared to look behind her. The girl stood trembling in her starched uniform, toes turned inward and hands wringing and not looking either woman in the face. She reminded Laura of her own maids, and in particular the one she had flogged for trying on her underwear. The girl showed no surprise at seeing her, or the recently delivered whip marks.
   'Pay attention!' Soronia snapped, slapping Laura's face. 'You see how tried I am, having to waste my time flogging every disobedient little wretch that Rochester deems fit to employ?'
   'Yes, I see your problem,' Laura said blandly, knowing well that nothing gave the evil bitch more satisfaction than beating defenceless girls, noticing how the nipples seemingly throbbed at the bombazine. She wondered what she looked like naked. For a woman probably in her mid-thirties she had a trim figure and was no doubt fearsome in bed. Some men liked a woman like that, behaving like an animal between the sheets.
   'You may choose your own mode of punishment,' Soronia said generously to the girl. 'Go to the cupboard and fetch whatever you would like, and when you have done so kindly remove your clothes and mount the ladder.' She grinned widely at Laura, tongue sweeping her lips. 'Now you shall see how I punish wrongdoers and also what awaits you after I've finished with this thing.'
   'Yes, mistress,' Laura gulped, watching the girl taking off her clothes.
   As with most serving girls of her age her body was slim and lithe, breasts small and pert, nipples stiff with fear and legs visibly trembling as she forced her drawers over her knees. A sheaf of birch twigs that she had chosen to lash her buttocks lay ominously on the desk, long and freshly bound with cord. Laura glanced at the open cupboard, wondering what else lay on the shelves, and thought she caught sight of a riding crop and the tail end of a horsewhip. If she were clothed she would have bolted there and then, but how far would she get? Having escaped once from the Queen of Shadwell's terrible brothel, the likelihood of repeating the exercise was remote in the extreme. The cow had probably posted guards at every doorway under instruction to arrest her on sight.
   The girl, having stripped, padded dutifully to the frame and placed her foot on the bottom rung. Her slender arms reached up and took hold of one of the higher rungs, and with a muted grunt she raised herself, feet apart and arms outstretched, her body forming an X.
   'Horton,' Soronia announced, pointing at the cupboard with her cane, 'fetch four lengths of rope you'll find on the second shelf, left hand corner.'
   'Yes, mistress,' Laura replied submissively, feeling more under her control every minute.
   'Tie her wrists and ankles to the frame and ensure that she is held fast. Should she break free during the flogging I shall hold you responsible.'
   Laura went obediently to the girl and tied her ankles to the sides of the apparatus, tugging at the ropes, making sure there was no movement or the least opportunity of her wriggling out of her bonds. Then she went to the other side of the frame and stood on the lowest rung, reaching up and binding her wrists. The girl winced as Laura again ensured the bonds were tightly secured. Seen stretched out like an animal for skinning she looked thinner than she actually was, her pert breasts lifting from her narrow ribs. Her legs, thin and muscular, shivered at the approach of her tormentor. Behind her Soronia patted her tight arse cheeks, so small that her outspread fingers easily encompassed the pale globes. She looked tearfully at Laura, who quickly glanced at Soronia busy fiddling with the birch twigs.
   'Try to relax,' whispered Laura. 'If you tense up the pain will be all the greater.'
   'Yes, ma'am,' she swallowed, and immediately squeezed her cheeks. How could anyone spread-eagled and roped to the frame with Soronia joyfully swishing the birch through the air possibly relax?
   Laura hopped from the frame and stood at its side, hands clasped over her sex and head bowed, awaiting her next command.
   'Now then,' Soronia rasped, her voice low and husky, 'let's see how her pretty little bum holds up to this.'

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