A Taste of Pleasure by Antoinette Read Free Book Online

though it was sort of a turn-on, she thought she had better put a stop to it early. She pulled into the parking lot of the country club and got out with her clubs and loaded them into the golf cart. She drove to his school area. Area one was for new clients. London was supposed to go to area two. She saw him with another woman in area one, his hands around her waist and his lips on her neck. London stayed behind the wall, watching him make his move on this new conquest. She drove to area two and got out, doing some practice swings. Soon she felt his hands around her waist as he moved his body behind her suggestively. She smiled to herself as she said, “Good morning, Steve.”
    â€œGood morning, London, how was your night?”
    â€œInteresting,” she replied as she continued doing practice swings. He kept watching her as she tried to avoid his eyes. In doing so, she walked toward her golf bag and tripped over its handle. “London!” Steve yelled as she landed on her knee. “Ouch,” she cried. He helped her up and took her over to achair for her to sit down. She had a nasty scratch and grass burn on her knee. “Let me take you to my locker and clean this up,” he said as she hopped on one foot to his room. When she entered the room she sat down as he opened his locker, and she saw six pictures of girls. He went into the washroom to get a damp cloth and she hopped over to the locker to read the inscriptions on the pictures. Steve, thanks for the whole in one. Betty. Another one read, Steve, you’re the best, oh yeah your golfing instructions are great also. Susie. London hopped back to her seat, just as he came through the door with some Betadine and a Band-Aid. He washed her knee and kissed it and then put some medicine on it with the Band-Aid. She smiled and said, “I think I will go home. I am feeling a little queasy right now.”
    â€œOkay, I will call you tonight to see how you’re feeling.”
    She got in the car, drove to the front of the building, and talked with the receptionist about quitting the classes. She told her that she just got a job and she would not be able to attend the golf school. “Perhaps next summer.” She limped out of the lobby, got in her car, and drove home. She had only been home a few minutes when the phone rang. It was Steve.
    â€œHey, what’s with the quitting the golf lessons? I know you do not have a job.”
    â€œI know, but Steve, this is not going to work out between us. I can’t do this and I need you to understand. I thought I could but being controlled by you or anybody is not for me. I am free and want to stay that way, do you understand?”
    â€œSure, baby, I understand. It was fun, see you around.” He hung up and she looked at the receiver.
    A few minutes later she heard a knock at her door. It was Steve. She limped to the door and opened it. He took her by the wrists and pulled her over to the love seat, where hebent her over his knee. He twisted her hair with one hand, pulling tightly to hold her in place, while he traced his other hand slowly up her thigh and under her tiny white skirt. He choked on his own breath when he felt her slightly wet panties underneath. She had mixed feelings of fear, but not enough to stop him.
    â€œYou are a naughty girl, aren’t you? You do need to be punished! You tried to quit my golf class and that’s being bad.” He flipped her skirt up and spanked her hard with one swift smack. She gasped at the sting!
    â€œThat’s for not listening to me.” She had to laugh a little.
    He hit her again, this time harder, and she winced and moaned.
    â€œStand up!” he ordered her.
    She felt funny and even a bit scared, but she did as she was told. This role-playing was a new kind of excitement for her.
    â€œNow, take off your clothes, slowly!” he said in a stern voice.
    She eased off her top, then her bra, letting them fall to the floor.