French Lessons Page 8

  “How dare you assault me, you brute?” Eleanor hissed in panic. It was quite one thing to be spanked by her father. But by a stranger of a man barely older than herself? This was outrageous!

  “You let me go this very minute, you idiotic clown of a man!” She kicked her long legs furiously, her high patent heels scissoring in the sunset light that spilled onto the balcony floor.

  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 t
hought 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?”