Carola, Lydia and Tai
On the following Tuesday, Anthony and Cassandra did rendezvous in Boston, setting up a base of operations at a boutique hotel in Back Bay. They spent the morning choosing mirrors and Anthony took her, as promised, to the little corset shop, where together they picked out waist cinches and corselets in a range of sizes and colors to keep for the girls’ wardrobe at the club.
Then they went out to Allston to visit Cassandra’s sister Carola, at the house she rented and called her photography studio. Carola, a tall, slender, strikingly attractive woman, who looked to be in her early thirties, but was in fact, forty, came to the door in a form fitting black and white gingham sundress, with a black apron cinching her remarkably small waist and fantastically high, shiny black spectator pumps. Her long, straight, jet-black hair was parted on the side and swept back from behind one ear to display an onyx earring that matched a circlet around Carola’s white throat. Her lipstick and nail polish was dark red and her wide eyes as black as a tarn.
She led them into a well-furnished sitting room where a traditional tea of cucumber sandwiches, fruit cups and petit fours had been laid out beside a silver coffee and tea service. Anthony saw how determined Carola was to be formal and perfect and decided to seem to take her very seriously.
“I have some young ladies coming to meet you,” said Carola, pouring coffee for her guests. “In fact, they should be here within ten minutes.”
“You found some girls for Anthony to interview?” Cassandra was delighted. She remembered that Carola had long been a mistress of logistics and was too shrewd to pass up the opportunity to impress Anthony sooner than later.
“I’ve worked with them both. Here are their photos,” said Carola, placing an album in the composer’s hands. “They are the first two girls in the book.”
Anthony and Cassandra looked at the photos of Lydia, a graceful brunette in her mid-twenties with hair to her waist and Tai, a petite blonde with chin length hair. Both girls had blue eyes, natural bosoms and curvy hips and both were extremely pretty.
“Yes,” said Anthony. “Perfect.”
“Lovely,” Cassandra agreed. Then there was a knock at the door and Carola went to admit the girls.
“She’s very efficient,” said Anthony, eating one of the cucumber sandwiches. “And these are good too.”
“She’s always been perfect.” Cassandra explained. Then the girls were upon them and there was a flurry of introductions and shaking hands. The girls were seated on a wide leather sofa opposite Anthony and Cassandra. Carola poured the tea as she perched on the seat of a straight-backed armchair.
“So girls,” said Cassandra. “I’m Carola’s sister. And although I’ve been out of the scene for quite a few years, I’m just about to open a new club, out on the Cape.”
“Yes, we want to work there!” said Lydia.
“How often could you girls come out?” asked Cassandra.
“We’re freelance models, so whenever you need us,” said Tai. “We’ll work around the days we have gigs.”
“Do you want to come out together all the time?” asked Cassandra.
“When possible,” said Lydia and it was obvious to all that the girls were best friends.
“Tell Anthony a little about your backgrounds,” said Carola. She had previously checked with Cassandra about what to refer to their patron as in front of others. It wouldn’t do to call him by his real sir name, certainly. But he didn’t wish to be addressed as master or sir. Cassandra had asked him and he had said just to use his first name, for simplicity’s sake, but that the girls would surely learn soon enough who he was, if they didn’t already know. He tended to invite scene girls to visit him both in New York and Random Point, once he knew and liked them.
“Well,” began Lydia. “I’ve always known I was submissive. I read the Beauty books when I was twelve and started dreaming about living that life right away. I was a history major at Boston University and I’m working on a historical novel.”
“What was your thesis on?” he asked.
“Rousseau’s erotic obsessions.”
“Do you have a boyfriend in the scene?” asked Cassandra.
“I’m owned by a man,” Lydia admitted with a blush.
“But he’s okay with you doing sessions in a club?” Anthony asked, organically opposed to hiring any girl with either a jealous boyfriend or pimp.
Lydia smiled and her nose crinkled, “He lets me do whatever I want. Honestly, he’s more of a bondager and doesn’t quite get spanking. Therefore, I don’t get spanked much at home. But he is happy to let me have my adventures.”
“I’m sure he’s very handsome,” Cassandra guessed, with a smile. Lydia nodded, pleased with herself.
“What about you, young lady?” Anthony asked Tai.
“I’ve always been into spanking,” she said. “Ever since I was four or five. I don’t know why.”
“How old are you?” Cassandra asked them both.
“26,” said Lydia.
“22,” said Tai. “But I’ve hunted for spanking material since I was little. And then, when I was in high school, I found my older sister’s spank porn collection. It had Hugo’s magazine, videos and books. I spent the entire summer of sophomore year in a state of near constant orgasm, just being so turned on by the erotica. Luckily, I had a boyfriend to help me explore. But I’ve been working in pro B&D since I turned 18.”
“Wow,” said Anthony. “That’s great.”
“Girls, go and make sure the dungeon looks nice. I want to show it to Anthony and my sister,” said Carola. The two girls had hesitated to do more than nibble on a small sandwich each. Now he realized why. Once they had left the room Carola raised her thin, dark brows at him.
“Do you want to see what we can do together?” she asked.
“Yes! And I especially want to see what Cassandra can do with those naughty girls,” he said, looking at Cassandra expectantly. “It’ll be good practice for you.”
Cassandra looked doubtful but nodded in assent. “I agree. It’s time to see if I can pull this off on any level.”
“You’d better start channeling your inner 50’s housewife, like your sister,” Anthony recommended.
They joined the two girls in a small playroom equipped with a few key pieces of furniture. Carola told Lydia summarily to undress and when the shapely brunette had taken off and neatly folded every garment, Carola led the beauty to the whipping post and turning her to face it, fastened her wrists above her head with a short length of white nylon rope passed through a iron loop. A dainty waist offset Lydia’s small, saucy breasts and wide, womanly hips. Her skin was a uniform, creamy rose white and everything about her was natural. The brunette’s bottom was particularly curvaceous and smooth, classic in shape, hue and texture.
Carola took up a leather crop and used it like a cane across that perfect bottom, hard, fast and with cruelty, leaving a dozen evenly spaced red weals behind. Lydia cried out in great pain, but didn’t protest the treatment, bearing it bravely, as an ardent young submissive is taught to. Anthony was more shocked than aroused by Carola’s ferocious iciness. Cassandra’s younger sister indeed seemed completely unmoved by the pain she had inflicted. She did notice a tear run down Lydia’s cheek.
“Look at how she reacts,” said Carola, turning Lydia’s face towards them between her long, graceful, beautifully manicured fingers. Lydia looked timidly at Anthony.
“That’s enough,” he said, which stopped Carola from raising the crop again.
“Do you feel sorry for her?” Carola asked in disbelief. She released Lydia’s wrists from the above head tie but keeping them together in the loop of rope, pulled the brunette over to a spanking bench and bent her over it. “I just want you to see something,” said Carola, pushing Lydia’s thighs apart and spreading the girl open with shiny dark red polished fingertips. Anthony and Cassandra duly noticed how wet the submissive girl was but Cassandra sensed her new lover’s disapproval of her sister’s unkindly manner.
Anthony said, “Very pretty but I’d rather see you take Lydia in your arms, caress her and ask her forgiveness.”
Cassandra looked at him in surprise, her lips curving into a smile. How like her sister it was to bring out the perversity in even the most affable of men. Carola at first frowned deeply at this unexpected and uncongenial command, then amended her expression to one of robotic compliance. She had every reason to believe that she and the girls would be generously rewarded for their time that afternoon and provided with regular work thereafter as her sister’s new club came into being. Not only were all her bills due the following week, but business in Boston had been slow the whole previous month, everyone having left town for the summer. But the Cape was a summer destination and she could see numerous opportunities arising from her spending a few days in the week there during the warmest months.
Carola did turn Lydia right side up, put her arms around the girl’s waist and pushing Lydia’s silky curtain of brown hair back behind one gold pierced ear, fastened her lips to her victim’s throat, then to Lydia’s bare shoulder, where she bit her lightly. Carola bit Lydia’s earlobe and then reached up to cup the girl’s small but full breasts firmly in her hands.
“Carola,” Anthony said rather sharply, “I said to ask her forgiveness, not devour her.”
Carola let go of Lydia, who caught her breath and dared to look up at Anthony. “All right, never mind. I may want a word with you later about this. Meanwhile, the both of you can leave us now. I want to be alone with Cassandra and Tai for a bit.”
Carola had the grace to lead Lydia out by the hand, bowing her head to Anthony for an instant just before she left.
“Now, show me how you give a spanking,” he encouraged Cassandra. “Tai is just about Susan’s height and build. Imagine that you’re spanking that naughty Susan for returning home so soon.”
Cassandra took the small, well-rounded blonde girl over her lap and pulled her in close to her own torso. Tai had a small waist and jutting buttocks, now set off to perfection under the neat folds of a short, beige, pleated skirt. A white short sleeved blouse, white knee socks and black stack heeled oxfords completed Tai’s outfit and naturally, under the skirt, the girl’s panties were full seated and white. Cassandra displayed all the care and respect common to a spanking connoisseur in her treatment of Tai, stroking, smoothing, gazing at and admiring the lovely girl’s bottom before striking it for the first time. The measured, slow building up of heat and sensation, the ritual unveiling of the target area, layer by layer, the attitude of quiet control mixed with amused affection, all defined Cassandra’s careful and sensitive approach. In the end, Tai’s exposed bottom had been gradually tinged magenta, from the repeated applications of Cassandra’s surprisingly firm hand. Anthony nodded at Cassandra approvingly after her job was done.
Anthony then sent Cassandra and Tai out to tell Carola that if she came to him he would give her everyone’s allowance.
Cassandra looked back at him quizzically as she went out of the dungeon with her new friend, Tai, who had been a pleasant, girlish weight across her lap. She expected many a client to engage her to spank either Tai or Lydia, for their voyeuristic pleasure.
When Carola came to him a flush crept across her high cheekbones. He looked at her over folded arms and said, “I don’t like show offs.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” she protested, but weakly.
“After watching you abuse Lydia I didn’t feel like spanking her, I felt like spanking you,” he said, gratified to see her flinch.
“Men like me to be strict with the girls,” she defended herself with a bit more spirit. But when he met her eyes she quickly dropped hers. And well he knew why. She realized that he was the wealthiest and most influential client she was likely to meet in the scene and that he had already bestowed untold largesse upon her sister. And now it was clear that Newton was a whimsical top, not cast from the classic mold.
“I don’t want you setting that kind of bad example for tops who come into the club to play with our girls. I don’t want those girls leaving marked after every session. What if they want to model? It’s not fair. Those marks you left on Lydia will last five days.”
“She likes having marks. She’s submissive,” Carola replied defiantly.
“And masochistic?”
“A little.”
“How do you know she just doesn’t do it to please you?”
“Well, that’s part of it,” Carola laughed. “She romanticizes incidents like the one that just occurred.”
“Is that so? I’ll have to study her closely one of these days to see if you’re telling the truth,” he promised, handing her fifteen hundred dollars. “Split that three ways,” he said.
Carola smiled up at him, relieved that she wasn’t going to be spanked.
A few minutes later, as he and Cassandra left the house he said to her, “How come your sister is such a crazy bitch?”
“She’s always been an OCD perfectionist. When she gets out of bed, it’s practically made. I think BDSM has brought out the worst in her.”
“I hope she comes out soon. I’ll book a session with her,” said Anthony.
“I don’t think she likes doing sub sessions,” said Cassandra, trying not to smile at the thought of her sister screaming in pain.
“I don’t care what she likes. I’ll give her enough money so she’ll have to take it,” he said airily.
“It really bothered you how she treated Lydia, didn’t it? Do you really have the stomach for what goes on in a B&D club?” Cassandra wondered.
“I’m not going to be in those dungeons. The girls can choose their own levels. But you’re right, it rankled me to see her abuse her power. I would punish her for that. Do you mind?”
“Let me think about that for a second,” Cassandra pondered. “I’ve never liked my sister all that much and I love you. She’s always been cold and critical towards me whereas you have taken me to your bosom. No, I don’t mind. Beat the hell out of her. She’ll take it for a grand.”
“I hoped you’d feel that way.”
“Are you kidding? My little sister is a condescending bitch. She didn’t bother to hide her astonishment when I told her you’d become my patron. I could almost hear her thinking, ‘But what could he possibly see in her?’ I’m sure she felt your vibe just now. It’s going to puzzle her.” Just then Cassandra’s phone vibrated in her pocket and she looked at it and grinned. “Look Anthony, she just sent me a text: “Why doesn’t Mr. Newton like me? Did I not look good today?”
“What are you going to write back?” he asked.
“Whatever you tell me to,” said Cassandra.
“Invite her to come visit early next week. And tell her I like her well enough to want to beat that skinny ass.”
“Okay, but I’ll put it more nicely. She’s not used to bluntness from me.”
“All right. Be as diplomatic as you always are. I’ll be content to express my disappointment with her character with a hair brush.”