Although outwardly cool and collected, Hugo’s brain was none the less overflowing with romantic sentiment for this sylph who had twice let him spank her without question, and indeed seemed to regard such treatment with awe rather than resentment.
“You know what would make me really happy, Hugo?” Garda asked as they climbed his stairs to his flat.
“What?”
“If we could go to see The Cramps and The Damned tonight. They’re playing in Cambridge together.”
“Okay, I’ll make a deal with you,” said Hugo, knowing she couldn’t possibly do his brain a worse turn than she’d already done with the David Lynch movie, “I’ll go with you to see The Cramps if I can see you in your latex corset before the show.”
“All right,” she agreed. ”I’ll go on to my place right now, feed my cats and put it on. You come by in a half hour, okay?”
“Okay, but don’t forget this,” he handed her the bag of toys and magazines they’d bought earlier that day. She grabbed it, kissed him quickly and ran off down the stairs.
“So far, so good,” Hugo thought, trying not to pay attention as the kittens strobed before his eyes around their water dish, metamorphosizing into Tinkerbells. “Anyway, it’s bound to start wearing off soon.”
When he got to Garda’s house she had uncorked a bottle of white wine. She was wearing the black latex corset, which had a row of thin, buckling straps up the front. Over the corset she had on blue jeans and a different pair of black boots, with higher but thicker heels. Obviously this was her club outfit from London. Her red hair was loose around her shoulders, a black, thin, studded leather collar ringed her slim white throat and her small, round, high bosom was displayed to maximum advantage by the skintight foundation.
“That suits you, Garda,” Hugo complimented her casually, squeezing her waist as he lightly kissed her lips.
“The sun is going down. Want to watch it from the roof?” she asked. They took the bottle and some cigarettes. The two beige and brown cats joined them and began to jump to the neighboring roof top as the eighty year old buildings were extremely narrow and close together on that part of the hill. Garda put her Sex Pistols album on so Hugo could learn the error of his musical taste. It had the effect of making him want to fuck her immediately and hard. The Cramps album was even more sexually incendiary and before it was half over Hugo had dragged her back through the window, into her tiny bedroom, onto her tiny bed and began to pull her shoes and jeans off.
“Hugo, can I tell you something?” she asked, when he held her pretty foot in his hand.
“Tell me anything,” he encouraged her, admiring her long, slim legs for the first time, then rolling her over on her tummy to behold the bare curves of her bottom revealed by the hip length corset. Besides this she wore only a g-string.
“How adorable you are,” he rolled her back over. “But what did you want to tell me?”
Garda sat up against the windowsill and lit another cigarette. “This isn’t easy for me to talk about,” she explained. “But I’ll start by saying that you’re the first boy who’s ever come close to doing something I like. I mean spontaneously.”
“Really? I would have thought between Berkeley and London you’d have met your share of deviants.”
“I won’t say I haven’t made a few converts,” she smiled, then added fiercely, “but it’s not the same!”
“I see your point. Of course I’ve always spanked my girl friends, but you’re the first who ever seemed to want me to do it before I did it.”
“I’ve always been this way.”
“Me too.”
“Do you know what I would really like?”
“Tell me.”
“To be treated harshly,” she replied candidly, going pink with embarrassment.
“That would no more than you deserve,” Hugo said, altering his tone to suit her endearing request. “After what you put me through today, a lesson in basic civility is in order for you, young lady.” In so saying, Hugo seized her by her bare forearm and positioning himself on the edge of the bed, drew her face down across his lap. "Although it’s not just today you should be punished for,” said Hugo, spanking her slim, exposed cheeks sharply as he scolded her. “You wouldn’t have even gone out with me if I hadn’t scored for you. Isn’t that so?” Smack! smack! smack!
“Ow!” she cried, putting one graceful hand back to shield her pinkened bottom. “That really hurts!”
Hugo paused to rub her satiny cheeks in light, hypnotic circles, wondering whether this was her first real bare bottom spanking. “Mmmmm,” she said, beginning to grind on his lap, then suddenly thinking better of it, modestly closing her thighs.
“I like them better open,” Hugo told her, slapping her inner thighs sharply until she spread them again. He also pulled off the g-string and tossed it aside. “And I would have preferred you in actual panties. Please remember that.”
Continuing to spank her firmly, Hugo looked across the tiny room and saw the bag from the sex shop on a small chest of drawers to the side of the bed. He reached out, grabbed it and dumped its contents on the bed beside him.
“So freak shows amuse you?” Hugo spanked her from pink to magenta over several minutes.
“No, not really,” she finally cried, gasping for breath.
“You seem to prefer them to peak foliage.”
“Just to push your buttons, since you’re such an aesthete,” she returned, in spite of her vulnerable position.
“Yes, well, now I get to push your buttons,” he assured her, ending with a volley of six hard swats.
“Ow! What are you going to do now?” she craned her neck around to look at him and then at the bag from the sex shop he had grabbed.
“Embarrass you,” he said, freeing a standard, 6” vibrator from its shrink-wrap and showing it to Garda. “By putting this in you while you’re over my knee and spanking you until you come.”
“No, that would be too humiliating!” she protested without attempting to escape.
“No, this will be the humiliating part,” Hugo cheerfully explained, showing her the second toy he had grabbed, a 4” anal plug. “As you can see, it’s designed for insertion in the rear.”
“No!” Now she tired to wriggle off his lap, but he held her fast. “That’s too much!”
“Just enough for the likes of you, my dear,” Hugo replied, resuming spanking her.
“Did I not tell you to keep your legs spread?” he warned her, separating her thighs. “I want to see you.” He pressed her pink cheeks open with his hands and spanked her in between them.
“Oh god!” she cried, squirming as he firmly tapped his palm against her two most private parts. “It’s too much!”
“You protest, but you’re wet, you naughty girl.”
“Hugo?” she twisted the right way around on his lap and sat up, “I’ll die if you do all that to me at once! Couldn’t you just take me? Now?”
Hugo tightened his arms around her, kissed her, nibbled her ears, bit her shoulders and nuzzled her throat, all the while lightly squeezing her pert bosom through the corset. He felt her tension ebb away quickly as his hand closed upon her dewy Venus mound and a finger slipped into her glove tight vagina.
“I