Lessons in Art

Lessons in Art
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ISBN:  9781907976087
Author:  Sam Eavis
Word Count:  64,257
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He admired her position from the rear and side: feet together in their glossy black heels, perfectly straight legs and dipped back presenting her bottom to await the strap. Her upper body was almost totally still, with her hanging breasts just resting on the desktop.
   James approached her and laid a hand on each buttock, apparently smoothing the already tight material across her bottom. Nicola kept perfectly still. After a few moments he took up the strap and positioned himself slightly behind her to her left. He paused for a good thirty seconds to let her feel the anticipation of the first stroke. Then he swung the eighteen-inch shaft of leather fiercely across her right buttock...

Young and beautiful, Nicola yearns for a man to spank and cane her, as her late guardian had done. But when she begs art collector Sir James Hammond for a caning to save her job she reaps the wrath of Rebecca, his tempestuous fiancée.

Enter Carlo, a young Italian painter, charismatic and sadistic, to unleash havoc in their lives. For behind Carlo's dark eyes lie the darker haunts of organised crime, from which only the wealth and influence of Sir James can protect them. In a succession of sexual follies the two women find themselves bent over many times for their bottoms to pay the price. Yet their ordeals are a journey of discovery in which they explore their desire for erotic discipline at the hands of two very different men.

And so the canvas is primed for scenes of seduction and submission, from London's glittering art world to the whip-cracking nightlife of Milan.

Just before six o'clock there was a light knock on the door and Nicola entered.
   No extra strokes for lateness then, thought James. As she walked in he could faintly smell her pleasant perfume even from his desk. She had clearly freshened herself up. She seemed expectant but not otherwise unnerved by the imminent ordeal. He wondered whether she truly could endure the beating so calmly. They would soon see.
   James was a man who liked to get down to business with as little delay as possible. He told Nicola to remove her blouse and bra as she had done earlier, but this time to leave her skirt on. He ordered her to fetch the cane and strap and put them on the desk before her. She did as he said and stood before his desk waiting, naked from the waist up, as cool as if she were about to take dictation.
   'Are you going to spank me first?' she asked quietly.
   Suddenly he felt an urge to shatter her calm and make her suffer for her mistake - after all, she had cost him a small fortune by her standards.
   'Not today. We'll get straight to the more severe part of the punishment.'
   She heard the harsh note in his voice and looked at him a little fearfully. She'll soon realise this is not a game, he thought.
   'Hands on your head and bend over!' he barked.
   From the front of the desk she lent forward towards him, hands on head, stopping when her nipples touched the inlaid leather of the desktop. He moved round behind her.
   'When we come to the caning you may put your forearms on the desk. For the duration of the strapping your hands will stay on your head. If you move them you will receive an extra stroke.'
   He admired her position from the rear and side: feet together in their glossy black heels, perfectly straight legs and dipped back presenting her bottom to await the strap. Her upper body was almost totally still, with her hanging breasts just resting on the desktop.
   James approached her and laid a hand on each buttock, apparently smoothing the already tight material across her bottom. Nicola kept perfectly still. After a few moments he took up the strap and positioned himself slightly behind her to her left. He paused for a good thirty seconds to let her feel the anticipation of the first stroke. Then he swung the eighteen-inch shaft of leather fiercely across her right buttock.
   Nicola's soft cry was almost drowned by the loud report of the leather on her behind. It had been a hard stroke for the first but she hardly moved. He swung again, another full stroke, this time landing equally across both buttocks. Again she gasped gently. After counting slowly to twenty he delivered another similar stroke. The thwack of the leather resounded in the still, oak-panelled study, but Nicola made little sound and maintained her posture well.
   James put down the strap and stood behind her. He carefully rolled the skirt up over her bottom to reveal beautiful cheeks, now reddened in several places. After settling her skirt so it would not slip down, he moved his hands again over her bottom, gently squeezing and caressing. He could hear her breathing a little more deeply now.
   He picked up the strap again and, taking up the same position behind her, began the remainder of her strapping. Three fierce strokes thwacked across her bottom, twenty seconds apart. This time her cheeks were unprotected, with the thong offering no cover at all. He could see the flesh flatten as the strap hit its target. And he could see the cheeks begin to glow a deeper red in places where the strap hit directly, spreading pink over the remainder of her bottom. As the last hard stroke landed Nicola jumped slightly and let out a louder cry of pain. Even so, she was taking it very well.
   As James lay down the strap he leaned forward towards Nicola's ear.
   'Is this firm enough discipline for you, young lady?' he said quietly.
   'Yes, sir,' she replied calmly.
   'Well I'm sorry to say it's about to get much firmer. I wonder if you'll feel as sure of yourself this time on Friday evening.'
   Nicola gave a rueful little laugh, and he knew she knew that the week could be an unnerving ordeal.
   'Stay bending over the desk, but you may lower your hands now.' He heard her sigh of relief as she rested her stiff arms on the desktop. For a moment she started to move her hands back to feel her bottom, but he quickly forbade it.
   'You may not touch yourself, unless you want extra strokes of the cane.'
   She groaned a little and braced herself. James retreated to one of the large leather armchairs which stood, together with a Chesterfield sofa, by the fireplace. For five minutes he watched the slight wriggles of her body as she tried to make her position more comfortable. Neither said a word but the atmosphere was sharp with anticipation.
   Then he rose and went over to her, unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor. She neatly stepped out of it without getting up and he kicked it to one side. Gently he lowered her thong over her bottom and midway down her thighs.
   James picked up the cane from the desk and held it just above her bottom. Nicola's position had slackened a little.
   'Straighten your back and push out your bottom,' he said, and as she did so the soft skin of her buttocks touched the cane as he held it in position. He let it rest there a moment.
   'It seems I'm doing all the work here. Now I'd like you to count each stroke.'
   He swished the cane through the air a few times and watched her. Not a flicker. He took the accustomed stance behind her and laid the cane across her bare buttocks, gently moving it up and down over the skin. Still no reaction from her. He paused, then raised the cane and brought it sharply down across both cheeks.
   It was not a very hard stroke but it did elicit a response. She cried out quite sharply and for a moment was about to move her hands to her bottom, but held back just in time. She's remembered how much it stings, he thought, watching a red line appear where the stroke had landed.
   'Well?' he said.
   'Sorry. One, sir.'
   He rested the cane on her bottom again and waited for a moment. He raised it and swept down a second stroke of similar power. She gave a soft grunt but no more as a second red line appeared parallel to the first.
   'Two, sir,' she counted.
   He continued with another stroke in a similar vein, then stopped. He looked down at the three red lines across her bottom. Nicola had controlled herself well, barely crying out or moving as the cane beat her. He admired her courage, but it made him want to be crueller still.
   'No penalty strokes yet, young lady. I wonder if you'll manage to get through today without any.' He paused. 'By the way, the last three strokes will be rather harder than the previous three.' Nicola sighed faintly and he saw her grip her hands tightly together on the desktop. Then she lowered her forehead to rest on them, her shiny blonde hair falling over her wrists. She was bracing herself for worse to come.
   James whipped in the fourth blow across the middle of her behind. Nicola yelped loudly, struggling to hold her posture. He could sense her screwing up her face with the pain for some seconds before she was able to speak the number of the stroke. Her panties had fallen down her legs to the floor and she stepped from them to stop her heels catching. He picked them up with the tip of the cane and deposited them on the chair.
   For the fifth stroke he rested the cane just below her buttocks. Knowing what was to come she groaned slightly. He paused, aiming carefully to make sure he hit the narrow target above her stocking tops and did not fall lower to the backs of her thighs; he wanted no welts visible below her short skirts.
   The cane cracked harshly across the top of each leg. Immediately a raised red line began to appear. Nicola's body shook as she cried out in pain. She lifted her right foot, holding the leg bent for some time as she fought to keep herself down. Now her breathing came heavy and fast. James was grimly satisfied.
   At last I'm getting to her, he thought.
   Eventually she lowered her foot again and gasped, 'Five, sir.'
   He waited a full minute to let her settle before putting the cane in place across her bottom for the final stroke. Then suddenly he moved it away and quickly swished it in the air without hitting her, to see her reaction. Her buttocks clenched and she moved forward in anticipation of the blow, and relaxed back into place when it didn't come. At that moment he raised his arm back behind his head and quickly lashed the cane across her cheeks, so hard it bent almost fully around her right side.
   This was too much. Nicola jerked upright and let out a piercing yowl. Her hands flew to her buttocks.
   'Agh... fucking hell!' she screamed.
   He waited while she held her welted buttocks in her hands, stepping from foot to foot and still yelping as the agonising stinging persisted. He wondered if she would back out now and leave his employ. He was no longer sure another two sessions would be possible. But she had stayed facing the desk and appeared to have calmed down, although still breathing deeply. She eventually let her hands fall to her sides.
   'Six, sir,' she said quietly.
   Although she'd had enough he knew she expected him to be as strict as he had promised. He therefore said, 'I'm afraid you broke the rules on the last stroke, Nicola.' She waited in silence.
   'I'll deliver just two extra strokes, one for swearing and one for standing up before I allowed you to. Resume your position.'
   She obeyed, again resting her head on tightly clasped hands. Even now she bent over well, legs together and perfectly straight, offering her red buttocks for the further chastisement.
   'Ready? Let's try to make these the last for today.'
   Nevertheless he made them hard strokes, whipping across welts from earlier strokes and making her whole body shudder with pain. She kept steady and muffled her yelps into the desktop, but each time she had to wait to recover before counting the stroke.
   At the end he surveyed his work for a minute or two before allowing her to rise. Faint blue bruises were appearing on some of the cane marks. When he told her to stand she stretched in relief from the stiffness of holding her position for so long.
   Seated again at his desk, to hide his erection, he watched while she gingerly dressed herself. Then she stood before him, apparently waiting for permission to leave. James' own emotions were becoming complex. He wondered what, apart from the after-effects of her painful session, she was feeling.
   'Now you know what it's like do you wish to continue with our arrangement?'
   There was a pause and he worried this might be the last time he saw her. He thought she sensed his concern and tried to muster a weak smile.
   'Yes. I deserve it, don't I?'

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