Over the Knee (17 page)

They had been up and down Tottenham Court Road and around Russell Square. Now they wandered along Bloomsbury Street, past the British Museum. They peeked into all the phone boxes along the way, finding more of the same cards.

At last Courtney entered a phone box and stopped. ‘Got her,’ she said, holding the card out to Shaun.

‘Czech me out,’ said the card. Lenka was exactly what they were looking for.

Shaun grinned. ‘Oh yes,’ he said. ‘Definitely.’

Nervously he picked up the receiver and sent the coins rattling into the slot. He gave Courtney a lopsided grin. ‘I don’t know what I’m going to say.’

Courtney shrugged and waited, bursting with subversive excitement. Shaun’s expression changed and she knew someone had answered.

‘Hello,’ Shaun said cheerily. ‘I’m calling for Lenka.’ He listened for a moment, then replied to the person on the other end. ‘I found her card in a phone box. Is that really her in the photo?’

There was a pause.

‘In photo,’ he said slowly. ‘That is really Lenka?’

Courtney giggled. She could only hear Shaun’s side of the conversation, but she was able to fill in some of the gaps.

‘It is? OK. And who are you?’ Another pause. His brow furrowed. ‘The maid?’

They blinked at each other. Maid?

‘Well, can you tell me what her rates are?’ he asked, then simplified his wording. ‘How much?’

A tinny voice buzzed in response, but Courtney couldn’t make out what it was saying. She pressed her head close to the receiver and Shaun held it away from his ear for her. When she still couldn’t make it out, she gave up.

‘Sixty pounds for half an hour,’ Shaun repeated for her. ‘What about spanking?’ He winced slightly at the lengthy answer that followed. He made two rude gestures, miming what must be a graphic list of everything Lenka was willing to do. ‘OK. Well, listen, I have a couple of questions. I’m here with my girlfriend.’

At that Courtney giggled again and Shaun nudged her with his foot to be quiet.

‘No, I don’t want to
be
spanked. I want a girl I can spank. Will Lenka do that? Let me spank her? Good. And my girlfriend will be with me. To watch. No sex. Just spanking.’

There was another long pause as the maid was clearly laying out the rules for Shaun. He nodded distractedly, squinting and rolling his eyes at various things. At last he said, ‘That sounds fine. Where are you? Upper Montagu Street? All right. Hold on, let me write it down.’

He gestured to Courtney and she handed him a pen. He wrote the address on the back of the card.

‘What Tube station? Baker Street? OK. So we call when we get there and you’ll let us in? Fine. We’ll be there in about half an hour. OK. See you then. Ta.’

He hung up and Courtney bounced up and down like a puppy, begging him to share it with her.

‘She’ll let me spank her. But not too hard. No marks.’

‘Fair enough.’

‘And it’s sixty quid.’

She let out a low whistle. ‘Holy shit, I’m in the wrong line of work!’ She laughed.

It was a dark street of peeling Victorian houses and they found the address easily. They were both apprehensive as they stood outside the nondescript building, trying to get up the courage to call.

‘Are we really going to do this?’ Shaun asked.

Courtney played with her hair, agonising. ‘I don’t know. Do you think it’s safe?’

He shrugged and looked up at the darkened windows. ‘I’ve no idea. It’s not like I’ve ever done this before.’

They were silent for a long time. Finally, Courtney spoke. ‘If we chicken out now we’ll regret it forever and we’ll never have the guts to go through with it again.’

Nodding, Shaun murmured agreement. He took a deep breath and hit the redial number on his mobile.

‘Hi,’ he said. ‘I called a little while ago about Lenka. We’re outside the building. OK, we will.’

He rang off and looked to Courtney for courage as his finger hesitated on the button to the right of the door. With a bright flash of a smile, Courtney pushed his finger on to the button and they both gave a little jump when the buzzer sounded to let them in. Neither of them had any idea what to expect. In the back of their minds was the worry that they’d be arrested or roughed up by gangsters.

But a small older Eastern European woman with a weathered face and bright orange hair let them in and introduced herself as the maid. She beckoned Shaun and Courtney up the stairs. The house was cluttered, but clean. At the top of the stairs was a small bedroom, where she asked them to wait. She offered them tea, but they declined politely.

Shaun reminded the maid what they were there for and she gave them a friendly smile and nodded as if it was a perfectly normal request she got all the time. Perhaps it was.

‘Lenka is busy now. But soon she is ready.’

‘How soon?’ Shaun asked.

The maid shrugged. ‘Fifteen minutes? Is hard to say.’

‘What is she wearing?’ Shaun asked.

‘Wearing?’

‘What clothes? How is she dressed?’

The maid seemed surprised by the question. Presumably most of her customers didn’t care what she was wearing, as they’d want it off as soon as possible.

‘Blue dress,’ the maid said slowly.

‘What about her underwear?’ When the maid laughed, Shaun explained, ‘I don’t want her wearing a thong. I like panties that cover her bottom.’

Puzzled, the maid shook her head. ‘I do not understand.’

‘Courtney, stand up,’ he said.

Shaun turned Courtney around and bent her over, raising her skirt so that the maid could see her panties. They were soft and pink and covered her bottom fully.

‘Like these.’

The maid gave another laugh. ‘Oh, I understand! Yes, she will wear.’

‘Thank you.’

‘You wait, please. I bring Lenka.’ With that she left, closing the door behind her.

Courtney eyed the small sagging bed. ‘You could have
me
while we wait,’ she suggested impishly.

‘You’re incorrigible.’

‘You don’t have enough money for two girls anyway.’

‘Yes, but I don’t have to pay you to redden your backside, do I?’

She giggled.

While they waited they listened to the sounds of the brothel. The phone rang almost constantly and they could hear the low voice of the maid as she chattered away to the callers. There was the intermittent squeal of pipes and the sound of a toilet flushing, then a torrential shower, which seemed to run forever. At one point the lights went out and they froze, fearing a police raid. But then the maid was arguing with someone, a man, in Czech. After some energetic banging, the lights went back on.

‘It’s a madhouse,’ Courtney said, laughing.

They strained to hear any sounds of sex, but couldn’t. Once, they heard what they thought were smacking noises. They both pricked up, listening, but the sounds were not repeated.

It was nearly an hour before the maid returned. ‘OK,’ she panted, slightly out of breath. ‘Lenka is here.’

She stood aside and the girl from the photo came into the room. Lenka looked about twenty and her hair had
grown
an inch since the picture was taken. It was a little shaggy and tousled, but that only added to her appeal. She had dark eyes, high Slavic cheekbones and a girlish smile. The simple denim dress she wore enhanced her student image; she could have come straight from class.

‘Hello,’ she said.

Shaun stood up and greeted her with a smile.

The maid said something to Lenka and Lenka responded with a rapid burst of Czech.

‘I explain to Lenka,’ the maid said to Shaun. ‘Spanking, no sex.’

‘That’s right,’ said Shaun. ‘You said sixty pounds on the phone.’

‘Yes. Come. I show you room.’

The maid led Shaun and Courtney into a larger room that was decorated with garish floral wallpaper and smelt strongly of cinnamon. The double bed was freshly made with pastel-green sheets. The place could have been a homely B&B anywhere in the country, but Courtney was amused by the little details that confirmed it was not. The bottles of lotion and lubricant next to the bed. The boxes of tissues stacked chest-high against the far wall. The baby wipes and condoms side by side on the rickety dressing-table.

‘You pay now,’ the maid said decisively, holding out her hand.

Shaun obliged and, when the maid didn’t withdraw her hand, Shaun added a tenner for a tip. She seemed satisfied and said something else to Lenka in Czech, who nodded. Then she left, closing the door behind her.

Lenka smiled shyly at Shaun. Waiting.

Ready to play voyeur, Courtney sank quietly into a chair by the window.

‘So you’re a student?’

Lenka nodded. ‘Yes. I study the English,’ she said proudly.

‘What about the English vice?’ Shaun asked, his eyes glinting.

Courtney grinned. There was no way the girl would know what that meant.

Sure enough, Lenka looked puzzled. ‘Please?’

‘Spanking,’ Shaun said.

She blushed. ‘Oh, yes. I know spanking.’

‘Have you ever been spanked?’

‘I am spanked one time by American tourist,’ she said brightly.

Shaun and Courtney exchanged a look of surprise.

‘Hard?’ Shaun asked.

Lenka shook her head.

‘Are you a good student?’

Lenka glanced at Courtney, then began to smile. She gave Shaun a kittenish look. ‘No,’ she said. ‘I am very – what is word? Naughty? Very naughty student.’

‘Oh?’

‘Yes,’ she continued, sidling up to him and unbuttoning the top button of her dress. ‘I am having sex with my teacher for high marks.’

Shaun shook his head at her with mock disapproval. ‘You wouldn’t get away with that in my school, young lady,’ he said sternly. ‘Naughty girls in my school take their punishment.’

Lenka pouted. Courtney was delighted by her natural reactions. She had been expecting a slick professional who would be skilled, but predictable and uninteresting. This girl seemed almost shy, but she also seemed to be enjoying herself. Courtney could see Shaun’s body responding. He stiffened slightly and the bulge in his pants began to grow.

‘Do you know what happens to bad girls?’ Shaun asked her.

The Czech girl twisted her hands together, shifting back and forth apprehensively. ‘They are spanked?’

He nodded seriously.

Lenka bit her lip. Her reactions were so authentic that Courtney was almost convinced she genuinely dreaded it. But the twinkle in Lenka’s eye when she glanced over at Courtney gave her away.

Shaun sat on the corner of the bed. The springs squeaked slightly under his weight, the sound magnified in the silent room. He crooked his finger and beckoned to Lenka.

She lowered her head, pouting endearingly, as she slowly made her way to the bed to stand in front of him.

Shaun patted his knee in an affectionate avuncular fashion. Lenka hesitated a moment, chewing on her knuckle, looking up at him from under her wide dark eyes as if to ask whether she absolutely had to. Her unspoken question was answered by a slow nod of his head, as though he regretted that it had come to this.

Courtney felt herself getting very warm – and wet. Her hands, folded demurely in her lap, pressed down into her crotch.

Lenka submitted and bent slowly over Shaun’s lap. His position on the corner of the bed meant that her arms and legs hung down to the floor on either side. She placed her hands on the floor and held herself up, looking over at Courtney.

Courtney blushed and instantly tried to disguise her actions. But Lenka had seen. The Czech girl gave her a mischievous smile and lifted her head smugly.
I saw you
, she seemed to be saying.

Sheepishly, Courtney turned her gaze to Lenka’s other end.

Shaun caressed the girl’s bottom over the denim dress. He scolded her in a low soft voice. ‘Now then,’ he said, resting his hand on Lenka’s backside. ‘Girls who try to bribe their teachers deserve to be punished, don’t they?’

Lenka whispered, ‘Yes.’

‘Yes,
sir
,’ he prompted.

‘Yes, sir.’

Shaun nodded his approval. ‘Nothing teaches a naughty girl a firm lesson like an old-fashioned over-the-knee spanking on her bare bottom.’

Courtney sighed. The heat between her legs was becoming insistent, unbearable.

‘But I think we’ll work our way up to that.’

With that, he brought his hand down on Lenka’s skirt-covered backside. First one cheek and then the other. Lenka made sharp little inhalations of breath, but no more. Shaun was being very gentle. They were little more
than
love taps. And she could hardly be feeling it over the denim.

He spanked her for a little while and then he stroked the backs of her thighs, making her shiver.

‘I think that’s enough of a warm-up,’ he said at last. ‘It’s time to have your skirt up, my girl.’

He slowly raised the hem of her skirt until it was high over her bottom, exposing most of her lower back as well. It was a trim tight little bottom and Lenka was wearing a pair of girlish panties with daisies on. Courtney knew Shaun would approve. Sure enough, he could hardly wait to start smacking her over them, punctuating his smacks with more loving scolding. Lenka lifted her hips obligingly to meet his palm.

Courtney curled her right leg up under her, pressing her heel into her sex. Even through her skirt and panties she could feel how wet she was. And, as soon as she adjusted herself to provide the right amount of stimulation, Lenka looked over at her again. This time Courtney didn’t stop. She met the girl’s eyes and smiled.

Shaun’s strokes were starting to sting and Lenka winced, then forced a cheeky smile for Courtney, blatantly flirting while Shaun smacked her bottom. Courtney delighted in the little gasps and yelps Lenka made.

Shaun stopped and caressed the girl’s bottom again, running his fingers up and down the insides of her thighs, eliciting low soft moans from her. If the Czech girl wasn’t truly enjoying herself it was the most believable performance Courtney had ever seen.

‘But I did say on the bare, young lady,’ he told her. ‘A proper lesson can only be taught on a girl’s naked backside. So we’ll have these down.’

Lenka shuddered delightfully as he dragged down her flowered panties, revealing the pale inverted triangle of a bikini line that only enhanced the illusion of innocence. The girl’s bottom was perfect. Ripe and rounded. Made for spanking. Her cheeks were slightly pink, emphasised by the paler skin. It was like a canvas waiting to be painted. Courtney shifted her weight again, pushing her heel even
harder
against her sex. Shaun smiled as he exposed the target area, running his hands over the pink flesh and squeezing her gently.