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One more week of school behind me! I do love to see Fridays
roll around during the school year, not so much in the summer. Today we have the second installment of the
love story Paul wrote and has shared with us. I think it’s my long friendship
with Paul that make this one very special to me. I hope you enjoy…
A
Summer Miracle
Episode 2
I moved in during the week-end, every time that I went
in or out Mel seemed to be there.
I called her over, “sweetie is there something that I
can do for you.” She blushed, giggled and moved away.
Mrs S had stocked the fridge, bread, butter, milk,
eggs and other comestibles. I knocked on the kitchen door to thank the lady and
ask what I owed her; a voice that I recognised said, “Come in Sergeant-Major,”
I said “afternoon Mel, is your mother in,” “yes she is in the front garden,
would you like me to call her,” “no that’s all right, I’ll walk round,” “I’ll
come with you,” “OK.“
As we walked round I explained to Mel that she need
not use my rank, that Paul would be fine, or if that made her uncomfortable, I
would answer to Mr Paul, “but why,” she asked, “aren’t you proud of your rank.”
“Not really, it was necessary for my job, military titles belong in the army,
and you don’t call your daddy general all the time, do you?” “No” she replied,
“he wouldn’t really like it,” “I feel the same; in a civilian environment it
isn’t appropriate.”
After about a month the children and I got on like a
house on fire, Mrs S mothered me, I didn’t see a lot of the general, his duties
kept him fairly busy.
All this time while I was settling in, the children
had more or less accepted my presence, Mrs S tended to treat me as a grown up
son, this felt strange, nobody had done that before. The feelings between Mel
and I weren’t going away.
I had bought a bicycle and had permission to take the
children on rides in Regents Park and occasionally I took them on the boating
pond, Mel was good with her brother and sister, she wouldn’t let them play me
up.
After about nine months, I’d been in the army nearly
six years, I had signed on for twenty-one years with the option, of discharge,
should I wish, at the end of every three year period. Mrs S persuaded me to
discuss my plans with the general. I told him that I needed to go to
university.
That I saw an opening for a career, I was very
interested in the new and growing science of Information Technology I would get
degrees in Computer science and Language and see if I couldn’t set up an
agency.
The general agreed, he considered that as far as
promotion went I’d be marking time in the army, so go for it. In July ‘58 I
applied for and obtained a place in the first IT degree course offered by the
London School of Economics’, I also applied for an honourable discharge from
the Royal Army that also went through with no problems.
In June of ‘58 Mel was fifteen, her parents bought her
a pony, well a small mare, she called it Suki, I bought her a hard hat and
riding gloves.
Teaching her to ride was a thrilling thing; she was a
very responsive pupil, I had learnt to ride as a child at the orphanage, a good
way to get round during the war, hay wasn’t rationed.
The Saturday morning after Mel’s birthday week-end I
was lazing about the flat, I’d been out the night before and hadn’t got to bed
before two AM. There was a ring at the door, I looked down the stairs and there
was a very nervous Mel, “Mel what are you doing here, you know the rules.”
“Oh please Paul, I’ve got to speak to you,” “Where’s
your mother,” “she’s out she won’t be back for at least two hours,” come in and
sit over there, now what is bothering you,” “Paul do you love me,” “you know I
do,” “I’m a woman now, I’ve been one for several months, why won’t you make
love to me.” “Indeed you are a woman, a very young one.
If I made love
to you now it would destroy so many things, first it would hurt, the first time
we make love it must be something that you will remember with joy for the rest
of your life.
If I made love to you now, you would be sent away,
probably to live with your uncle and I could go to prison for statutory rape.
Your parents trust me to do what is best for you,
believe me having sex now could ruin everything.
I promise you I will do my best so that we will marry
when you are eighteen, don’t spoil a lifetime for a moment’s gratification, now
go and have a cold shower, skedaddle, your mum will be home soon.” “Yes Paul,
sorry,” “no apology necessary, now scoot brat.”
I was deep into my studies, I couldn’t afford to
slack, literally, the money would run out if I had to retake a year. I had made
myself a coffee after finishing a paper for my main tutor. The intercom buzzed,
it was Mel,
“Paul I’m ready
for my riding lesson, are you coming,” “yes, give me a moment to finish my
coffee, I’ll be with you in a jiffy,” “right o.”
When I got to the kitchen I was surprised to see all
three children there, Mel looked at me, “can they come, just for the bike ride,”
“and who is going to take them home,” “um er I’d hoped you would,” “damned
liberty, oh alright, the exercise will do me good, and blow the cobwebs out of
my head.”
We collected the bikes from the garage, after I
watched them check brakes, handlebars and saddles; I gave the command to mount,
“troops, on the count of three, one two, three, mount up, by the left ride.”
It was about half a mile to the stable where Suki was
housed, they hired hacks out; I hired a nice steady gelding. When we arrived I
told Mel to saddle up Suki and my gelding, while I take the children home.
When I got back to the stable I checked Suki she was
fine, when I checked Pete its girth strap was really loose, “Mel what is this,
now you know Pete blows up his belly when you saddle up. Did you punch him?” “No
sir, it seems cruel,” “It would have been even crueller if a loose saddle had
caused an accident in the High Street.”
As we rode to the Heath, Mel was very subdued; she really
didn’t appreciate being corrected.
We made our way to a quiet part of the Heath where we
usually trained,
I put Mel and Suki through their paces, walk, trot
canter, gallop, then road manners, then I said to Mel, “feel like stretching
them,” I took Pete through his fast canter to a moderate gallop, one which Suki
could keep up for hours.
Suddenly Mel put Suki at the hedge, the jump was too
much for the mare, she stumbled as she landed and Mel came off.
I put Pete at the hedge well clear of Suki, Mel was on
the ground looking shaken and Suki was shaking, I checked her over, fortunately
the mare was unharmed.
I turned to Mel, “are you hurt,” “no just shaken,” I
helped Mel up; with the reins in one hand I helped Mel to a bench across the
ride.
After a few minutes to allow Mel to calm down, I
turned to her and asked, “What in the name all that’s unholy to you think you
were doing, you could have killed the horse and yourself, I’m going to have to
tell the General.” “Please Paul don’t do that, he’ll stop me riding,” Mel this
was too dangerous, you could have killed yourself.” “Paul can’t you punish me,”
“how, stop your pocket money?” “No beat me,” “beat you!!! Why?”
“Well, daddy beats mummy, I’ve heard them.” “Whaaaat?”
“Yes I’ve needed to go to the bathroom a lot lately, it sounds quite severe,
but mummy doesn’t seem to mind, she is happy in the morning, even if she winces
when she sits.” “Mel, do your parents know that you have heard them, it must be
a close secret between us, not even your brother or sister, do you understand.”
“Yes Paul.”
“Wait here, I’ll just check that the horses are OK and
that the coast is clear,” fortunately that part of Hampstead Heath was quite
isolated, there was nobody about and the horses were fine. I returned to Mel
and sat down on the stump in the centre of the clearing, “Mel, come here,” I
placed her between my knees, “you know that you have earned this don’t you,”
“yes Paul, can we get it over with please,” “all in good time, now drop you
Jodhpurs to your knees, that’s a good girl, no leave your panties, now come to
my right, no my right not yours, now lower yourself over my lap, wriggle
forward a bit, that’s it, I need you to hold still and keep quiet like the
brave girl you are, I’m going to give you twelve, it will soon be over,” I
raised my right hand and brought it down hard on her left cheek, there was a
hiss of withdrawn breath, the same on her right cheek, by the time I’d reached
ten Mel was wriggling and ouching, “hold hard, the last two will really hurt,”
I said, Mel’s legs were kicking and she was going “ouch, ouch, ouch,” under her
breath, I aimed the last two hard and fast to her sit spots, her hands flew to
her beleaguered bum and started to rub. “Damn, that hurt,” she said as she
stood. “Pull your Jodhpurs up and come here,” I sat her on my lap, put my arms
around her, as I held her tight she started to cry, “let it all out darling,
it’s all over now, there’s a good girl, you know I love you,” Mel looked up at
me, and nodded, “I know you love me, and I love you.”
I wiped Mel’s eyes, she looked a little crumpled, we
mounted up and returned to the stables and rode our bikes home.
As we rode home I was in some difficulty, I had a
stiffy to beat the band. Mel just didn’t look as if she had a hard spanking.
She had a small smile of what looked like triumph on her face and every so
often she licked her lips, a more suspicious man might have thought she had
planned the whole episode.
When we arrived home I suggested that Mel take a
shower, as would I.
I hurried in my flat, hoping that I wouldn’t meet
anybody, my erection didn’t seem to want to leave, under the shower I did the
necessary, it was necessary to do the necessary twice more before I could
sleep.
As I lay in bed mulling over the events of the
afternoon I came to certain conclusions, firstly, it was no surprise that daddy
spanked mummy, this wasn’t unusual in military families, what was surprising
was that Mel had heard them, oh well I thought, little pitchers have big ears.
Mel’s reaction was a surprise, I knew that she was
submissive as was her mother, it seem that we Doms have a sixth sense for
submissives, it’s a psychic thing I believe, or it may be what makes us Doms.
I hadn’t picked up that she was a masochist, or that
spanking turned her on as much as it did me, I made a mental note not to let
her provoke me into spanking her, as this would make it even harder for both of
us.
Having reached this decision, after completing my
third necessary, I turned over and drifted off to sleep, no prize for guessing
in what condition I awoke.
This was the turning point, before Mel was in love
with the idea of love, now she loved me. It made the waiting easier, not easy,
but easier.
To be continued
© Paul 2008
Thanks again Paul! There is more to come and I hope you will
be back next week to read. And I also hope the rest of you are taking this
time, while Paul is entertaining us to do some writing of your own. Send you
stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com
