conflicted in so many ways , but despite his foibles, he is actually quite the gentleman. I mean how long is it since a man stood whenever you approached or departed the table? How long since a man kissed the back of your hand in greeting and spoke French? How long since a man was up close and personal where he wasn’t trying to grope you? I mean I couldn’t even get him to grope me when I was practically begging him for it!”
“Are you sure he isn’t gay?”
“Not positive, but why would he go to all the trouble of seeing me and being such a gentleman if he was gay?”
“Good point. Well, at this stage I don’t know whether to envy you or to feel sorry for you , but I sure as hell can’t wait to hear how your next encounter with him turns out. Just let me know if you need a safe call. Maybe you can give me a quick update if I do call.”
“Assuming I can even hold the phone,” Natalie responded with a slightly nervous laugh.
They had a few more glasses of wine and by the time they headed off in their different directions, Natalie was a little buzzed. She didn’t even notice that Jo-Anne’s kiss good-bye was not an air kiss but a quick peck on one cheek followed by an equally quick kiss on the lips. When she got home, she decided to call Mr. James and let him know she was available the following night. She was secretly hoping that he would summon her tonight, yet in her slightly buzzed state, she realized that would be a really bad idea.
She had stripped down to her bra and panties and was stretched out on her bed when she dialed his number. The phone picked up on the third ring. “Ahhhh; my dearest Natalie; I am so pleased to hear from you. I do hope it is to let me know of your availability tomorrow evening.” He sounded genuinely pleased to hear from her.
“Ahhhh, m y dearest Mr. James, Sir,” she said, mocking him. “As I lie here in my finest lingerie, I wish to inform you that I shall be available for the pleasure of your company tomorrow evening, should you so desire.” Even as she was saying the words she was thinking to herself what an idiot she was. You shouldn’t be speaking to him like this, especially after a few drinks, but it was too late to follow her own advice.
“Sir? I have to say that I like the sound of that. In fact you should call me Sir whenever we are communicating. That is much more to my liking than Mr. James, I think. It will be my pleasure to see you in your finest lingerie , and it is my desire that you arrive no later than 6pm. I will be less forgiving if you are not on time tomorrow, and you will feel the kiss of the crop. Do you understand, Natalie?”
She paused, having no idea how to reply. A crop? Shit ! That didn’t turn out the way she had expected. After what seemed like an eternity but which was probably only about 20 seconds, she blurted out, “No…er… I mean, yes… er…Mr. James… Sir.”
“Excellent. You will do well.” The phone went dead.
A few moments later it buzzed as a text message arrived. Her heart skipped a beat as she read: ‘Please wear a skirt and your highest pair of pumps. I have decided that you may feel the kiss of my crop, anyhow. Sir James.’
She stared at the message, her mind in turmoil. The message was quite clear. If she visited the house of James tomorrow evening, he may apply the riding crop to her. It doesn’t say that he WILL apply the riding crop. It only says he MAY, she reasoned to herself. Once again it was her choice whether to visit him or not. As she drifted off to sleep, she knew what the answer was.
The following day went by in a blur as she thought about what had transpired the previous evening. She called Jo-Anne to let her know what had happened.
“Are you insane, calling him like that after having had a few glasses of wine? Well, now I really can’t wait to see what happens,” she chuckled.
Arriving home from work Natalie jumped straight under the shower, ensuring her body was freshly shaved all