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“Completed?” I queried.
“I said nearly,” he reminded me. “I could change my mind and choose to go on a lot longer. What you need to remember is your submission, what you often forget. Remember how much this pleases you, how after the ordeal you just went through, you look more beautiful than ever.”
I’d never heard Reggie more sincere, or more complimentary. I felt reassured by his lecture, yet at the same time, the elusive details of my next hours continued to have me on pins and needles, filled with anxiety.
At least for an instant, I could look with some gratitude at Reggie, realizing the wisdom of the choice I’d made to return to him. As often difficult as it was to comply with his stern unrelenting treatment, I was rediscovering myself, and for the first time I could gladly admit it.
Chapter Eight
The limo arrived at an attractive brick home some distance from the city. The light glowing inside would have welcomed me, if it hadn’t been for my trepidation, wondering what Reggie and his friends had planned for me this evening.
Reggie had me dressed in a blue and green plaid wool skirt and matching pullover sweater, making me into a school girl from the 1950’s. The skirt hit me mid-calf, while the sweater was tight enough to cling to my breasts so that my hard nipples showed through the soft fabric. My shoes were low heeled, my hair pulled back into a ponytail and fixed with a bow. It had been several years since I’d looked so prim and proper. While the outfit harkened to a
bygone time, I remember wearing such silly clothes just five years before, before my initial stint with Reggie. Was it a coincidence that I was attired the way I used to dress? I’m sure it was designed to comply with the picture of innocent submissive that was appropriate for the spanking party, but I could also imagine Reggie’s dry wit finding this look a delicious revenge.
To my surprise, I was strangely uneasy wearing these modest clothes. They shouldn’t have bothered me, particularly if I was treating this evening as the adventure Reggie suggested, but nonetheless I’d be glad to be done with them when this night was over.
The oak front door was answered by a maid who politely invited me inside. Taking my coat, she led me into a living room where there were a dozen people milling about. Reggie was there. I noticed him immediately, especially because of the statuesque brunette that was clinging to his arm. She seemed a perfect complement to Reggie’s style with her sophisticated hair swept into a fashionable bun, and make-up that was applied to perfection. She wore a simple black cocktail dress, that conformed to the svelte curves of her body, only making her more attractive to the many men in the room. I had to admit, I was jealous seeing her on Reggie’s arm, wearing clothes I’d love to wear, while I, in my plaid skirt and sweater, looked like someone’s daughter just home from boarding school.
While I remained demurely standing at the doorway of the room, waiting to be noticed, I eyed Reggie’s date. She cut quite a stunning figure, drawing a good deal of attention from the other well dressed guests in the room. But I could hardly imagine this woman bowing to Reggie’s fierce sexual demands, even though I’ve never quite understood his complex sexual appetites.
“Miss Morgan!” a beaming man came rushing toward me.
I didn’t know him, but he certainly knew me.
“Yes, sir,” I replied, smiling at his kind face.
“I’m your host, Andrew Locke. I’m so glad you could come. Reggie’s told me a lot about you.” He had a significant gleam in his eye, as if we shared the same secret.
As if it was my choice,” I thought to myself.
“Thank you for having me, Mr. Locke,” I said graciously, with just a coy pout on my face, trying to assume that role Reggie seemed to have suggested for me this night. The older man was rather dashing for his age, though and I could well imagine, like the antique dealer, there might be quite a brutal disciplinarian behind his genteel and jovial manner.
“We’ll be having dinner shortly,” he informed me as he handed me a glass of wine.
There were several pairs of eyes scrutinizing me closely. Had these people any idea why I was there? Were they considering my odd attire, while they were dressed for an elegant dinner party? Or did they know exactly what my function was, and were they now trying to raise my skirt in their minds and imagine my naked ‘ready to spank’ bottom underneath? This certainly is a curious adventure, I thought to myself, while trying to remain open and light-hearted about the prospects for my evening.
As I stood alone in one corner of the room eyeing the other guests, Reggie and his girlfriend approached me.
“Good evening, Alex. I see you found everything you needed.”
“It looks that way,” I replied.
“Alex, this is Desiree. Desiree, Alexandra Morgan,” Reggie introduced us.
I nodded, seeing the woman’s curious expression as her eyes started at my hair, and traversed my body with one careful judgmental glance. Her arrogant attitude started to raise my hackles, though I knew better than to be jealous of any woman with Reggie. I didn’t want the man anyway. What was bothering me more was the way she looked at me with an amused stare. The wool clothes seemed to scratch me even more than they had earlier.
Any conversation we might have begun was quickly forgotten as the entire company was ushered into the dining room for dinner. Sitting down at the table, I was given a place of honor at Andrew Locke’s immediate right. There were seven other men besides Andrew, and three women besides myself at this soiree. I could have been comfortable at this party, but my distinctive attire and the purpose for my being there loomed heavily over me. I couldn’t forget for even an instant that I’d likely be punished right in front of these people, becoming little more than another treat to feast upon, no different than the veal and potatoes that appeared on my plate.
For a while, I managed to lose myself in the amiable conversation, when halfway through the entree, Mr. Locke turned to me during one significant lull and addressed me specifically. Everyone at the table heard his remark.
“I understand, Miss Morgan, that you enjoy being spanked?”
Immediately choking on a bit of my veal, I grabbed my glass to take a sip of water. By then, I could feel a blush rising on my cheeks. I don’t know why I was so caught off guard, but I certainly didn’t expect his question in the middle of a five course meal.
“You understand correctly,” I found myself answering with a polite smile, though I was feeling just a little put out. “And I suppose you like to spank female bottoms?” I added with a saucy snap to my voice, as if I was ready to spar with the man.
I could feel Reggie’s glare right away, though my host didn’t seem to be as bothered as the man who’d arranged my presence at this dinner. “I certainly do. And I’m glad you’ve agreed to be the subject of a little demonstration,” he went on.
