Books by Joan Elizabeth Lloyd
The Price of Pleasure
Never Enough
Club Fantasy
Night After Night
The Secret Lives of Housewives
Naughtier Bedtime Stories
Hot Summer Nights
Made for Sex
Published by Kensington Publishing Corporation
Made for Sex
JOAN ELIZABETH LLOYD
KENSINGTON BOOKS
http://www.kensingtonbooks.com
CONTENTS
BLACK SATIN
THE LOVE FLOWER
Chapter
1
“You sent for me, Miss Gilbert?” the man said. Although he looked about forty, paunchy, with a neatly trimmed moustache, he was dressed in a traditional boy’s school uniform: short navy pants, white formal shirt, a green-and-navy plaid blazer, and white, knee-length socks. Incongruously, he also wore Gucci loafers with small tassels on the vamp.
“I certainly did, Bobby,” Miss Gilbert said. She sat behind an antique desk that she had previously moved to the center of the large, beautifully furnished living room. As arranged, she was dressed in a high-collared, long-sleeved white blouse fastened with a classic cameo at the neck. Her straight black skirt was pulled primly over her knees, covering most of her sheer hose. Her gray hair was swept up and pinned into a bun on the top of her head and her rimless glasses were perched on the end of her nose. She stared at Bobby over the top of her spectacles. “I’m afraid you’re in serious trouble.”
As Bobby looked at the floor he could see her heavy, black sensible shoes with their thick heels. Although the sound was muffled by the plush carpet, he could see her toe tapping rhythmically. “Yes, ma’am.”
“I’ve seen the results of your exams and they’re totally unsatisfactory.” Miss Gilbert picked up a ruler from the desk and smacked it into the palm of her hand.
“Yes, ma’am,” Bobby said, his knees shaking and a bulge forming in the front of his shorts.
“Do you know what that means?” Again the ruler smacked her hand, her long slender fingers wrapping around the wooden slat.
“Yes, ma’am.” Bobby’s palms began to sweat and his breathing accelerated.
“Tell me, exactly.” She smiled. Smack, smack.
“It means that either you’ll tell my parents or….”
“Or what, Bobby?” Smack, smack.
“Twenty?”
“There were three failures,” Miss Gilbert said. Her index finger stroked the edge of the ruler slowly.
Bobby’s eyes followed the bright red nail back and forth. “Th, th, thirty,” he stammered.
“Yes, I’m afraid so.” Her finger kept sliding from one end of the ruler to the other. “Thirty.” Smack. “It’s your choice.”
“You can’t call my parents,” Bobby said. “My father would kill me.” Inside he smiled. His father had been dead for almost five years but that didn’t matter. This dialogue had been honed over many encounters. Sweat tickled his underarms.
“Then we know what it will be, don’t we?”
Silently, Bobby pulled off his jacket and shirt revealing a slightly overweight body and hairless chest. Nervously, he ran his hand through his thick, dark brown hair and wiped a light film of sweat from his face. He dropped his hands to his sides and waited for the instructions he knew would come.
Her voice conversational, Miss Gilbert said, “That’s good. Now drop them.”
His fingers were barely able to unzip his fly as Bobby opened the uniform pants and let them drop to the floor around his sock-covered ankles.
“What are you waiting for?” Miss Gilbert said.
Trembling, he slipped his fingers into the elastic waistband of his white cotton drawers and started to pull them down. As usual, the task was made more difficult by the size of his erection. He pulled the shorts out over his hard cock and down so they fell and joined his navy blue uniform pants on the floor.
“Well,” Miss Gilbert said, rising from her seat behind the large maple desk and staring at his cock. “I can see that dickie is anxious for what is next.” She rounded the desk and tapped the end of the ruler against Bobby’s hard cock. She reached across the desk and picked up an Ace bandage. She wrapped the wide elastic around Bobby’s hard cock, attaching the first turn with a metal clip. Then she wound the stretchy fabric around his hips, then over his now-bulging erection. Around and around, she encased the area from Bobby’s waist to his crotch in the stretchy fabric.
Bobby could barely contain his excitement. The first few times they had played out this scenario, he had come inside the elastic before they could get to the best part. By now he had developed some self-control. He bent his arms on the bright green blotter-covered surface and placed his forehead against his crossed wrists, his gold Tourneau watch showing the exact time and date.
“Now, Bobby,” Miss Gilbert said, “you know that you must count for me and thank me for not calling your parents.” She tapped the ruler against his shins, still covered by the white socks. He moved his legs back and spread them apart.
Swoosh. The first slap of the ruler fell across the elastic over his ass. It didn’t really hurt but rather made his cheeks vibrate. “One, Miss Gilbert, and thank you.”
Nine more swats fell across his buttocks. Now the entire area covered by the Ace bandage tingled. “Ten, Miss Gilbert, and thank you.” He knew what came next, but it didn’t make it any easier.
With little warning, the eleventh swat fell across the back of his bare right thigh. Miss Gilbert made sure that it stung and left a slight red mark.
“Eleven,” Bobby said, “and thank you, Miss Gilbert.” By the twentieth swat, the backs of both well-muscled thighs were bright red and sore.
“I think we’ll wait for the last ten for a short while,” Miss Gilbert said. She tapped the back of Bobby’s neck and he raised his head. She put the ruler on the desk where he couldn’t help but stare at it. “Are you very sore?” she asked innocently.
“It’s not too bad,” Bobby said. His legs were on fire but it wouldn’t do to admit it.
“I’ll make it better for you,” Miss Gilbert said. Carefully, she unwrapped the elastic bandage from around his body and touched the deep indentations it had left. “Poor baby,” she said, running a long fingernail over one particularly deep groove on one cheek. Holding the end of the pink stretch material still encasing his cock, she ran the tip of her tongue over the groove in his skin. As she yanked at the end of the material, Bobby’s cock pulled toward her. She released the material and it snapped back. Alternately pulling and releasing the bandage, she continued to lick the marks on his ass.
As she straightened and looked toward his cock, she could see drops of sticky fluid oozing from the tip. “Is it hard not to come?” she asked sweetly.
“Oh, yes, Miss Gilbert,” Bobby said.
“Well, we can’t have you disgracing yourself, can we?”
“No, Miss Gilbert.”
Still playing with the end of the elastic, she pulled at his cock and smiled. “You know the penalty for premature