French Lessons (8 page)

Charlie
ignored her. He held her tighter and gazed at her perfect rounded bottom inside
creamy pale peach knickers. She wore sheer stockings, now beginning to slip
down her thighs as she thrashed and kicked. Eleanor prayed that no–one
would come out on to the neighbouring balcony, and see her in this thoroughly
undignified predicament. This was a scandal!

“Let
me go this instant! You hear me? Now!” Eleanor was beating and thrashing for
all she was worth.

Charlie
enjoyed a few more seconds’ gaze at her sweet curvaceous bottom. Like
everything else about her, it was thoroughly irresistible. Around the edges of
the bikini style knickers, her skin was an angry strawberry hue. The evidence
of paternal chastisement was still quite clear. Charlie could see she had been
spanked very hard on the bare. He knew he could not repeat such a severe
punishment. Neither did he want to. This was just a little top–up, to
elicit the apology she owed. It wouldn’t take much at all, he knew. But it had
to be done.

Eleanor
continued to squeal and puff, too frightened to shout lest she draw a crowd.
The cool evening air on her lower half was unbearably embarrassing. He could
see her backside – oh damn him to hell and back! Charlie was unfazed, and
pinned her hard over his slim, strong knees.

“I
can see that your father made a very fine job of spanking you, Eleanor. Good
for him. He is a man after my own heart. Disobedience, ill manners and
dangerous behaviour, must be remedied in the best traditional way. You may
think you’re all grown up, but you’ve a way to go, my girl. And you’ll learn
the hard way. The very hard way.”

With
that, and deaf to Eleanor’s frantic hushed pleas, Charlie raised his strong
right hand and brought it down on her already glowing bottom. He delivered six
very smart, quick spanks in succession. Between each blow he held his hand in
place a brief second, feeling the warmth emanate from the chastised seat of the
young woman he was fast falling in love with.

“Ow!
Ooh! NO! Stop that NOW!” Eleanor growled the words. She remained determined not
to scream, but it was so sore. The stretched cotton of her small knickers
protected only her modesty, not her skin. The pain from Charlie’s large hand
was like needles, given how little time had lapsed since the spanking of her
life from Daddy. Even with the earlier soothing of the cool peppermint, it was
ghastly. An angry heat fired her seat once more.

“Yow!
You pig!” Eleanor hissed and thrashed her arms. Charlie delighted in the feel
of her smooth backside, freshly warming under his palm.

“Apologise
now, please,” said Charlie quietly, his hand poised inches above her knickers.

“Damn
you to hell!” Eleanor growled.

Charlie
responded with another energetic round of iron hard smacks to her scorching
bottom. Eleanor writhed in pain and squealed again furiously. Her backside
throbbed ever faster, and hotter.

“Let
me go! Ooow!”

Charlie
remained ice cool, and spoke slowly. He rested his hand on her left cheek.

“As
it is, you will clearly not be sitting for a week, Miss Walker. If you still
refuse to apologise, we can ensure that stretches to a month...” He raised his
hand, even higher.

Fearing
that Charlie might bare her, and dreading any further assault whatsoever on her
nether regions, Eleanor took only a split second to give in.

“OK
OK! I’m sorry, then,” she puffed, “I’m sorry and I won’t do it again? Did you
hear me? Now let me go! I apologise!”

“Good.
Apology accepted,” Charlie still held her firm across his knee. She kicked with
the last of her energy, her bottom blazing. Strangely though, part of Eleanor
felt just a little bit ... excited. His hand had felt very different indeed,
from any of her father’s spankings. Her heart racing, she wondered too why she
felt for a second sorely tempted to curse him again, knowing how he would
doubtless react
 
- by spanking her
some more.

Charlie’s
palm remained resting on her hot buttocks.

“And
do take very good note of your current rather unfortunate position, Miss
Walker. The view from over my knee is something you shall grow accustomed to,
unless your behaviour improves.” Eleanor breathed fast, but said nothing and
stopped struggling. The stinging warmth caused by Charlie’s hand seemed to be
spreading to between her legs, and she felt giddy. Suddenly she wanted him to
rub her bottom for her. What on earth was this magnificent new sensation?

Then
without another word he hauled her to her feet, and let the evening gown spill
down to her ankles. Eleanor reeled, and tried to pull away – but there
wasn’t a hope of that. Charlie’s grip was strong as an ox. With a hand either
side of her waist, he plonked her down hard, sitting on his knees. Searing hot
pain shot through her backside, and she gasped. Then, he kissed her very long
and hard on the mouth. As she beat against his chest, Charlie held her tighter.
Eleanor’s bottom smarted so badly against his thighs she almost felt she could
hear it. He allowed his hand to drift up her leg, towards it. When he found her
buttock, he cupped it gently.

After
a few seconds Eleanor yielded, and started to kiss him back. Here it was, at
long last. The first time she had felt a man’s tongue in her mouth. It was
simply exquisite. Lying over Charlie’s knee had felt quite unlike being put
over Daddy’s. She was always scared and babyish when Daddy spanked her. With
Charlie she realised it had been really very different – was it even a
little bit
nice
? And had that moistness now returned to inside her
knickers? Eleanor’s heart beat faster. They continued to kiss, their tongues
now touching again and again lightly. Eleanor felt she might explode with a
longing she’d never experienced before. Slowly through her dress, Charlie
gently stroked Eleanor’s now twice spanked rear. As she continued to return the
sensual kiss, shyly at first and then more confident, she allowed him to
massage her. It was all so naughty and yet all so very lovely. How odd she
thought, as she gave in completely. She allowed Charlie to hold her in his left
arm, his right hand concentrating on soothing her now very well warmed behind
just as she had wanted him to.

Slowly
they drew apart. Charlie still held her round the waist, his right hand cupping
her left buttock.

Eleanor
lifted her gaze. There were tears in the corners of her eyes.

“You,
you vicious horrible man!” she said and her voice cracked completely. As
Charlie wrapped both arms all the way around her, Eleanor finally cried on his
shoulder and sank into his arms.

“Hush,
sweet one,” he whispered. His hand continued stroking the
   
bottom he had just so
soundly spanked.

“It’s
alright now, lovely girl,” he said and pulled back to look her in the eyes.
Eleanor’s face was streaked with tears and she looked every bit the scolded
child.

“You’ve
had your spanking now. A painful but necessary reminder that you can no more
disobey your lover – which is what I shall soon be – than you can your
father. Now that your bottom’s been warmed again, there surely is no more need
for
either
of us to remind you that Eleanor, you are loved so very much.
Can’t you see that?”

She
sniffed and shifted herself a little on his lap. His use of the word “lover”
excited her further, even though the pulsating warmth in her rear was a fresh
discomfort.

“But
that was so mean!” she slapped Charlie’s chest lightly. Then she played with
his necktie as he wiped away her tears with his fingers.

“I
can’t believe you did that Charlie! After what Daddy put me through yesterday!”

“But
you do know why, though? Because the Eleanor I want to be with is the sweet
girl I saw first, the one with no resentful tantrums or silly, dangerous
pranks.”

Eleanor
looked up to Charlie’s face, and could see clearly that he meant every word.
Until now, she’d had no idea that spankings were given by anyone other than
parents.

“You’ll
go straight over my knee Eleanor, whenever you misbehave or talk back.”
Playfully, Charlie patted her bottom briskly.

“And
what if I object?” Eleanor pouted with a half smile, now fully playing the game
he wanted.

“Then
you will quickly learn that the more you resist, the worse you will feel it,”
Charlie murmured. He revelled in stroking the perfect orbs of her rear once
again as he kissed the nape of her neck. Eleanor was fit to burst with longing.

“Now
come along,” he said, standing and placing her on her feet. With one light
playful slap to her behind through the grey silk dress, he kissed her full on
the lips again. Eleanor was a little disappointed to be removed from Charlie’s
knee so soon. But she was glad that he was coming with her.

“It’s
getting late, Miss Walker. Your Daddy will be waiting for us. And I’ve a few
things I want to say to
him
too.”

As
she straightened her dress, Eleanor gazed at Charlie in a kind of wonder.
Together they walked hand in hand through the lobby of The Grand, drawing
admiring glances from all around. It was all that Eleanor could do to avoid
reaching back to rub her tingling seat in public.

Gripping
Charlie’s hand – the very one that had punished her just minutes before –
she felt a dizzying rush of elation, and desire.

CHAPTER EIGHT

“Where
have you been, Eleanor? It’s eight o’ clock!” her father asked sternly as his
daughter walked up the gangway of the motor–yacht. He saw she was
accompanied by Charlie Hetherington. Tamara took her husband’s hand. Before
Eleanor could answer, Charlie stepped in. His cool well–spoken tones were
like music easing the tension away.

“Mr.
Walker, please allow me to explain. Eleanor joined me for a little pre–dinner
drink at The Grand. I believe she had your very kind permission for this. We
took some time to er, talk a little ... over yesterday’s unfortunate events.
But it was all entirely at my bidding.”

Eleanor
blushed and smiled. Charlie looked at her contentedly before continuing.

“Your
daughter is a charming and intelligent young woman. If she has stopped out a
little too late before dinner because of me, then I beg your forgiveness, sir.”

Walker
was impressed and could tell the young man was completely genuine. Slipping his
arm around Tamara’s waist, he relaxed.

“I
see,” he said, shaking Charlie’s hand. “So you’ll join us for dinner then, Mr.
Hetherington? Eleanor darling, go and ask Fabien to attend. We’ve
inconvenienced him enough as it is.”

Her
father’s gentleness was a great relief to Eleanor. And the excitement of
sharing Charlie’s company for the whole evening presented another great thrill.
Eleanor felt her whole life had changed for good in the last twenty–four
hours. She was still trying to work out why, instead of wanting to see Charlie
dead for having spanked her, she was falling for him now more completely than
ever. But all she knew for certain was that everything was starting to feel
right.

“Of
course Daddy,” she said and made to turn. Hesitating, she turned back around
and addressed her stepmother.

“Tamara?
Do you think tomorrow you might like to come with me to the salon at The Grand?
We could have our hair done, together?”

Tamara
was visibly delighted.
 
“Yes of
course! Oh El, I’d love that!”

Harry
swelled with pride. Surely the young Englishman Hetherington was suitably
impressed. Harry knew the family and knew they had want of nothing, either. But
that didn’t matter. Harry really liked what he had seen of Charlie thus far,
and it would be good for Eleanor to have him close by. He wasn’t stupid enough
to imagine he could keep her under wraps forever. But it was important to him
that any man cherish her just as much as he did.

“You
girls leave off your prattling about hairdos,” he reverted once more to his
east London roots. “What on earth’s a fella to do here, to get a decent drink?”

They
all laughed as Eleanor skipped away to find Fabien. Charlie looked after her.
She had the most stunning figure, in that clinging haute couture dress. It was
as though Walker read his mind.

“My
Eleanor makes a pretty fine picture, doesn’t she Mr. Hetherington?”

“Charlie.
Please,” he said as he lit a cigarillo. “Do you mind, Mrs. Walker?”

“Not
at all,” replied Tamara, warming quickly to the handsome young English man. He
and Eleanor suited this landscape as though they’d been drawn especially for
it, like a couple of movie star pin–ups.

“It’s
lovely to make your acquaintance at last, Charlie,” said Tamara.

“We’re
so pleased Eleanor’s met such a good influence.”

Charlie
nodded.

“I
honestly thought she’d done herself a very bad turn when she hit the water. But
er, it seems she paid a sore price for her mischief, eh?”

“You
can bet your life she paid her dues, Charlie,” Harry replied. “I don’t mind
telling you since you seem like a down–to–earth chap, that I put my
little girl over my knee for a good, old–fashioned spanking. And I didn’t
spare her, if you get my drift. Oh, she bawled the place down all right. But it
had to be done. Doubtless you young modern types are outraged by the likes, eh?
Teenagers and what have you. Well, it’s best you know upfront how I deal with
matters in my own household, Charlie.”

As
ever Harry Walker pulled no punches. Charlie could not help but chuckle.

“On
the contrary sir, I thoroughly approve. In fact I have a confession of my own
to make.” Charlie wanted it said quickly and honestly. If he had his way, he’d
seek to marry Eleanor sooner rather than later. If Harry Walker disapproved of
the way he had taken her to task, then it was all over in any case. He might
even end up with a bloody nose. But his instincts told him otherwise. Charlie
took a deep breath.

“Earlier
this evening. I’m afraid to say Eleanor paid another visit to a bent knee.
Mine.”
   

Tamara’s
eyes widened. Harry looked momentarily confused. Charlie continued,
succinct.
 

“I
should tell you that I gave Eleanor a brief but pretty sharp lesson of my own.
I took her over my lap and raised her dress, for a round or two of the very
best. I wanted a personal apology from her for yesterday’s carry–on, but
instead she was rude and argumentative. Called me a pampered playboy, and
insisted that ‘no–one loves her’. It was a childish outburst. It seems it
was my turn for a tongue–lashing. And after all I had done to protect her
– Harry, Tamara – I’m very sorry to say I was not prepared to stand
for it. She was quite indignant at first of course, but I think she sees the
sense of it all now. And she has another very uncomfortable day or two lined
up, to think further about her comportment.”

Charlie
paused. The three of them looked at one another, Harry and Tamara smiling
faintly.

“I
fully understand if you now wish to have
me
thrown into the sea, Mr.
Walker!”

Sipping
her drink, Tamara looked admiringly at the young man. So Harry’s willful
daughter had finally met her match. She had been spanked over the handsome
young Charlie’s knee. Yet Eleanor seemed besotted with him. Again, an unfamiliar
form of jealousy rose in Tamara.

“Well!”
said
Harry,
impressed more than ever by the young man’s
candour. “What can I say?”

“Anything
you wish to, I’d imagine sir. I am your guest. And if you feel I’ve over–stepped
the mark here
 
-
.”
   

“Rubbish!”
said Harry, “I can’t begin to tell you how happy I am. If that little madam saw
fit to cheek the very person who saved her bacon, she deserved nothing less. Ah
yes, she knew well enough to reserve the last of her tantrums for someone other
than me. I’d have thrashed her to within an inch of her life.
 
But she picked the wrong guy, eh? Good
for you, lad. A swift smacking on top of what I gave her will have left her
plenty hot and bothered. Tamara, I reckon we’ve found just the companion for my
impossible daughter!”

Tamara
smiled lovingly. What an extraordinary chain of events. Her mind wandered to
the act itself. Eleanor being chastised by the man she was attracted to. Tamara
was fast becoming obsessed with the thought of being punished over a male knee.
Charlie’s confession of his own carrying out the deed, further underlined it.
The thought of being spanked painfully by a man for whom you felt a deep
physical desire, made her stomach leap. She now thought about it pretty every
time she looked at Harry ... especially his hands, or heard his stern,
commanding voice.

Just
then, Eleanor came bounding back. Moving a large velour bolster to the seat of
her chair, she sat down gingerly. She was still processing the extraordinary
incident on Charlie’s hotel balcony. She locked eyes with him, and could tell
he was thinking the same thing. As she held his gaze she felt her bottom hot
beneath her, and yearned for him to soothe it properly ...
        

“Champagne,
Eleanor?” asked Tamara, cheerfully. Eleanor laughed in return.

“The
last time I over–indulged in bubbles, it didn’t end too well for me!” she
felt able to admit, grinning at Charlie.

Harry
also laughed.

“Indeed
it did not my girl. But I reckon you’ve more than learned your lesson. Having
been given it twice, for goodness sake!”

Eleanor
gasped in disbelief. He had told them!

“Charlie!
How could you? I said I’m sorry!” Eleanor half laughed and squirmed, grateful
for the velvety cushion cosseting her thinly clad rear from the hard chair.
Even now though, her curvaceous rear still tingling, she longed for the time
when it might happen again. How odd, and magical.

Harry
got up from the table and walked over behind his daughter’s chair, leaning down
to kiss the top of her head. He looked at Charlie.

He
raised his wine glass high above the table.

“To
friendship!”

Tamara,
Charlie and Eleanor joined him in his impromptu toast. Charlie was buoyed.

“Tomorrow
perhaps with your permission sir, I though we might go for a motor, Eleanor and
I? Perhaps along to Antibes, for lunch?”

“I’d
be very pleased for Eleanor to see some more of this wonderful country in your
company, boy. Mind you, that would be for her to decide. Assuming you can sit
for that long a drive, sweetheart?” Harry chuckled.

As
the thought of a whole day alone with Charlie thrilled her heart, Eleanor
blushed. “Oh Daddy!”
 

It
was almost midnight when Charlie left the motor–yacht, with the promise
to be back for Eleanor in the morning. The Walkers repaired to the deckhouse
alone. Reclining, Harry held his beautiful wife in his arms. Together they
looked up at the stars studding the skies like diamonds on dark velvet. Far up
on the hill, the lilting strains of accordion music could be heard.
 
The breeze had got up, and the Eleanor–Jane
rocked steadily in the haven of the bay. Tamara snuggled into her husband’s
chest.

“You
were so right, my darling,” she murmured. “Eleanor is completely changed.”

“Didn’t
I say as much? A good bottom warming was all it was ever going to take. Best
remedy for difficult girls.”

“No
matter how old they are...?” she gazed up at him, in teasing tones.

“Whatever
do you mean?” Harry was intrigued.

Tamara
blushed and rubbed her hand against his shirt. With that, Harry sat up on his
side and turned her on to her back. Cradling her, he kissed her long and deep.
Their tongues danced and Tamara’s heart raced. She felt more brave and eager
than ever. Would it be safe to, right here under the stars?

“Are
you telling me Mrs. Walker, that you
too
have been a naughty girl?”

Harry’s
voice was low and soft in her ear, as he bit and kissed her neck gently.

Tamara
felt butterflies in her tummy. Harry’s lovemaking instincts had always been
just perfect. It seemed that now too, her latest daring desires did not elude
him. She murmured a yes, and slid his hand down underneath her to cup her
bottom. Still they kissed deeply, sensually. He rubbed her bottom firmly and
his mouth wandered to her ear once more.

“Well
I should tell you dearest, that old–fashioned methods of discipline are
not reserved purely for my daughter.” Harry breathed hot on her neck in a
flurry of urgent kisses, while grasping her bottom harder.

Thrilled
by the turn their foreplay was taking, Tamara grew more and more turned on. She
moved her face to meet his eyes. She was determined to make this wonderful
moment between them, last.

“Whatever
are you talking about, husband?”

“I
mean.... that if you choose to disobey me and be a bad girl, you will be given
a very sore bottom all of your own.”

Tamara
felt her nipples sensitise as his tongue probed deeper in her mouth. His hand
then wandered to the waistband of her tight black silk pencil skirt.

“Oh
Harry....” she murmured. She wondered in all honesty if they could wait to get
to their cabin.

“You
had better believe it, Tamara. Step out of line and you’ll be right over my
knee before you know it. And I don’t leave a girl the option of keeping her
knickers on. One word of defiance and it’ll be my hand hard across your sweet,
gorgeous bare bottom till it’s hot as hell itself. You just wait and see.”
Harry himself was astounded by the words coming from his mouth. But it all
seemed so natural and safe.

Tamara
felt herself grow damp between her legs. She thrilled to the very thought. He
had bought into it as much as she had. She hadn’t had a Daddy like Harry, but
maybe now he would even make up for all of that, too.

“In
fact,” he continued, his strong voice a loving, comforting drawl, “I rather
believe these panties need to be taken down right this very minute.”

Tamara
giggled quietly and let herself go. Firmly, lovingly, he pulled her dark purple
panties down under her skirt. She was wet and moaning already.

“Harry...”
she whispered, as she felt the fingers of his right hand probe her damp slit.
His left hand continued to caress her bottom cheek, light as feathers.