LADIES IN LEATHER GLOVES

It had been two months since his thrashing at Estelle's. The bruises had finally gone, Madsen had to take the rest of that week off work. The day after the beating he could barely walk and sitting down was extremely painful for several days. He'd taken the train from King's Cross to Cambridge that weekend to see Ruth and he concluded that rail travel was incompatible with corporal punishment! Ruth and he exchanged letters everyday and he'd travel to see her every weekend. Her beautiful face and sweet dark eyes filled his thoughts. Their relationship was still 'Proper' and while Madsen had stolen some kisses, the physical side of their relationship had yet to begin.

He'd written to her brothers, William & Simon asking if they would mind if he was to propose to their sister, should things continue as they were. His friends both confirmed that they would be delighted if that came to pass! It was high summer now and the brother's double wedding was looming. Madsen was looking forward to his role as Best man but was worried about Estelle and Rachel and whether or not they would ruin his relationship with Ruth. He knew he should take the initiative, but how? How do you tell the girl of your dreams that you need to be flogged on a regular basis and be fucked in the arse. He postponed any thoughts of tackling that issue for another day; maybe they'd keep silent. Maybe!

As he approached his house in Sutherland Avenue, he saw a large furniture van outside his house. Parked in front of it was a White Rolls Royce. It looked like Lady Rosalind's. Madsen's heart sank, he felt sure it would be bad news. Chaos reigned as he walked to the front door. The deliverymen were trying to carry a large Chesterfield sofa through the garden and into the house via the French Doors. His Gardner, Tobin, was giving them hell about damage to the lawn and borders and above all of this, Lady Rosalind was 'organising' things. Tobin caught Madsen's eye but just a fraction too late, Madsen dived into the house through the front door. He followed the sounds of commotion from the study. His furniture had been moved into the garden and one brand new Chesterfield sofa was along one wall, 2 gleaming Chesterfield chairs faced his desk and now the trick was trying to fit the second sofa in. Isobel & Sophia, Ros' future daughters in Law stood in the corner trying to keep out of the way. Madsen made his way outside to placate the Gardner. He gave him the rest of the afternoon off. The deliverymen finally got the sofa in. They put the other furniture in the garage for him. As they left Madsen made his way back to the house. As he entered the study he saw Estelle and Rachel were also now there. His heartbeat increased. Lad Ros was getting Sophia and Isobel to make final adjustments to the furniture. Estelle smiled at him but Rachel's stare was cold as stone.

'Ah! Michael! Just a small wedding present to the Best Man, something I'm sure you'll find useful! There's this two' she laid a long polished wooden box on the sofa. 'Madsen thanked her and offered the ladies a glass of sherry. Once he handed round the drinks, he sat down next to Lady Rosalind. 'Now Michael, we need to talk' she sounded grave. Madsen's heart skipped a beat or two. He finished his sherry in one gulp. He looked around the room; he didn't see any friendly faces. 'We're all quite aware of the direction your relationship with Ruth is taking. We sincerely hope you intentions are truly honourable?' She looked quizzically at him. Madsen nodded. 'I hope it will lead to marriage, if she'll have me' he blurted out. Rachel gave a snort of disgust. Lady Ros gave her daughter a steely glare. 'Well, we do have issues to address don't we Michael' said Ros. 'I guess you mean my, er, visits to Estelle..?' he felt himself blush. 'Yes Michael, I do mean your urge to be punished and your pleasure at being buggered by a woman' Said Ros, Isobel and Sophia giggled. Madsen felt about an inch tall. 'If you marry Ruthy, that must all stop!' Do you hear me! Cease at once!' Her tone was schoolmarmish in the extreme. 'Estelle doubts very much that you could manage that. But I think we'll find a way, somehow, but if the worst comes to the worst, you can report to me for a thrashing!' Her words hung in the air. Madsen wished someone would speak. 'Well, what do you have to say for yourself?' Lady Rosalind earnestly asked. Madsen assured her that he would be loyal to Ruth if their marriage went ahead. Rachel issued a second snort of doubt and disgust.

'Very well Michael. We'll leave it at that for now' said Ros 'however, we do have another matter to take care of. You men think you're in charge. It's a subterfuge we women allow……………although only up to a point! Curiously, neither William nor Simon is aware of your 'needs' shall we say, although all the women are. I have spoken to Ruth about it and the poor thing is so besotted with you, she's prepared to be very understanding' Madsen's heart leapt! Ruth understood! His face broke into a smile a mile wide. Ros brought him back to Earth with a bump. 'I chose your wedding present from the boys with special care. No doubt, on some rare occasions, you will have cause to bend Ruth across the arm and cane her bare bottom. Most of the time however, I believe it should be your bottom up in the air awaiting the cane! The women in the family control the discipline. Sophia and Izzy have to learn the art of caning and that Michael is where you come in…………..' She fixed her blues eyes on him. 'Y-y-you mean………..??' he stared at the two women, soon to join the family. They both blushed and demurely looked away. 'Open the case Michael' Ros instructed. Madsen lifted it onto his desk and flicked it open. Inside were six different thicknesses of canes. 3 light coloured and 3 dark brown Kooboos. In addition there were 3 pairs of brand new black leather gloves.

'Yes Madsen' said Estelle 'You're going to be our 'case study, after all, you can only do so much practice with a cushion!' she smiled that smile that spoke of the pleasure she would soon have. Estelle enjoyed her work. 'Don't worry Michael, you won't be the only guinea pig' said Ros. Madsen looked baffled. 'Rachel has something to say to you' said Estelle. Madsen switched his gaze to the twin. 'I might have exaggerated things to Estelle, you know, about Ruth's swishing and………….' she gazed down at the floor. 'Yes' chipped in Ros, 'I've told Estelle the true account of that weekend and it would appear that the facts as reported to your domme weren't quite correct!' 'I'm afraid you really caught it that day Madders' said Estelle. Rachel looked up and Madsen could see fear in her face. 'You will find out Michael that Ruth has the kindness & pity & decency of two people. Which probably explains why Rachel doesn't have a shred of any in her body' said Ros. 'Rachel will be punished as well Madders, I love her dearly and I'll break her of her lying one way or the other' said the pretty red head. 'Move the two chairs side by side, you and Rachel can then be punished as one' instructed Ros. Madsen moved the chairs and watched as Estelle took the girls to the desk and helped them put on their gloves and choose a cane. She made sure they each took a Kooboo. Madsen groaned inwardly. He looked around. Ros had also put her leather caning gloves on. 'Well, you two look sharp, we don't have all night!' Lady Rosalind was in earnest.

'I am sorry Madders' said Rachel as she reached under her skirt and pulled down her knickers. Madsen never was able to work out if she truly meant the apology or whether she was trying to soften the punishment she was due. 'With her knickers round her ankles, she bent over the arm of the chair. In an instant, Estelle had her skirt up over her back revealing a cute white bottom. Ripe for the cane thought Madsen. Madsen pulled his trousers and underpants down and bent over the other chair. Isobel was to cane him, Sophia to beat Rachel. Estelle issued the first 3 strokes to her lover and Rachel screamed out loud and choked back tears. 3 red angry welts showed dark against the white buttocks. Rachel lay there gasping. She yelped again as Sophia landed her first blow, quickly followed by another. Rachel's face pleaded for a reprieve but none was forthcoming. Suddenly Madsen felt the impact of rattan on his flesh as Ros demonstrated to Izzy the art of dishing out a caning to remember. The lesson must have taken half an hour, when it ended, poor Rachel stood up sobbing. Her white bottom now covered in crimson wheals. Estelle cuddled her and helped her on with her knickers. Madsen too felt very, very sore. They each must have had a total of 30 strokes. He winched as he tightened his trousers. That had hurt.

'I will be with you shortly' Ros said to the others. Sophia replaced the cane in the case. 'Keep the gloves my dear' said Ros 'You'll need them in the future. I have no doubt'. Estelle helped the sobbing girl out of the house, Sophia and Izzy followed. Madsen looked at Ros, she was tightening her gloves on her hand and she still held the Kooboo. 'You know Michael, I'm very disappointed. You are actively courting my daughter, yet you still felt the need to visit Estelle and have one of her strumpets suck you and fuck you! You had better let down your trousers and get back over the arm' Ros tapped the cane on the chair to make her point. 24 strokes later, she helped a sobbing Madsen up from the chair. The cane was replaced in the case. 'I will be in touch soon' she said and left to join the others in the car.

Madsen slowly went upstairs to his room. Grateful that he didn't employ permanent staff at his London home. Once again he found himself lying naked on his bed, face down with cold towels on his sore backside. The throbbing was intense. He thought to himself, the last two punishment sessions he'd had, had taken him far beyond the erotic play sessions he enjoyed. Yet, somehow, despite the pain, or perhaps because of it, he felt aroused. Isobel was a pretty girl and taking a caning from her was a fantastic experience. Ros too, his cock stiffened at the thought. Face facts man, he said to himself, you love it! The ringing of the doorbell disturbed him. He decided to remain on the bed. He wasn't expecting anyone anyway. Again the bell rang. Madsen decided they'd give up and go away but it rang, again and then again. Putting on his bathrobe, he went to answer it. When he opened the door, Ruth stood there, her face troubled. 'Rache told me they were visiting…………….and why…………..I had to come, I hid behind your shed until I was quite sure they'd gone, are you Ok?' her eyes filled with tears. Madsen beckoned her in and hugged her. 'I guess you got a swishing off Ma' she said. Madsen confirmed he did and when he told her about being the guinea pig for Isobel, Ruth's face took on a pout, 'That's not fair!' she said ‘Mind you! Looked like Rache had a good ol’ swishing as well! Boy was she blubbing as she got in the car!’ Ruth’s face beamed at the memory! Anyway, show me the damage. Madsen lifted his robe for her to inspect the damage. 'Oooooo lor! What a mess!' Her big brown eyes glistened as she said it. 'Look Ruthy, I have to tell you something…………….' Madsen paused, checking her reaction. 'It's about Estelle and…….' her finger touched his lips silencing him. 'I know Ma, told me all about it. I told her if you told me about it, I could take it, well, so long as you promise on your life those days are really over?' Her big eyes melted him. He hugged her again, long and slow. He kissed her greedily on the lips. 'Ruth, darling, will you be my wife?' he asked. 'Oh yes, yes! Of course, of course! She kissed him eagerly again. 'But you must never, never visit anyone like Estelle again, it made me very sad and very cross!' her pout was back.’ Honest, I promise' said Madsen, hugging her again. 'Alright then, let's sort out that bottom of yours, I have some things in my bag that will do it!' She led him into the study. 'Best have you over the arm of your new sofa, don't want to miss anything do we?' He happily complied. His robe was lifted and he closed his eyes in anticipation of the cooling cream he expected she'd apply.

Swoosh! Only one thing made that sound! Madsen's eyes opened in an instant. Standing above him was Ruth. Her hands now encased in wrist length black leather riding gloves. A long crook handled school cane in her hands. She flexed the pliant stick in her hands. 'You don't mean it my love……………you can't, I'm already too sore……………alright, I understand you're cross but this is a tease isn't it?' Madsen made to rise; Ruth pushed him back in position. 'If we're to be married, we start as we shall go on. You will do as your told! As you're very sore, I'll only give you twelve today, the other twelve I will dish out another time! Her voice was firm. 'I can't take another twelve' wailed Madsen. 'You can and you shall! You will count and say thank you my darling after each stroke, now are you prepared?' Ruth swished the cane through the air twice. Madsen's bottom twitched wretchedly. 'Are you ready for the cane Michael?' her voice was now louder and assertive. Madsen could only nod. He felt the stick against his sore bottom. He didn't know how he could take any more pain. Swoosh, crack! Madsen screamed out loud. Ruth had delivered a full arm stroke right across the middle of his bottom, just where he had the most damage. He lay gasping. 'I'm waiting' said Ruth. 'Perhaps we need to start again………….?' 'One, thank you my darling' moaned Madsen. Swoosh, crack!! Another full arm stroke, same spot! Madsen shrieked. 'Do you want all your neighbours to know your naughty bare bottom is getting the cane Michael?' Her tone was sarcastic now. Madsen couldn't reply. Waves of pain were shooting through him. Swoosh, crack! Ruth had targeted and hit the soft under cleft.

'Three my darling, thank you' squealed Madsen. Swoosh, crack, diagonal this time. 'No dear, that was number three, if you don't count, the stroke doesn't count!' her voice was hard now. 'Three, three, thank you my darling' stuttered Madsen. 'Good Boy! Don't forget again! She coo-ed. Madsen did quite well until numbers 9.10 & 11. He couldn't speak for sobbing so he ended up with 16 strokes in total. Good hard strokes all. His bottom was on fire. White hot! Ruth left him to sob. She laid the cane down in front of his face on the sofa. Through his tears he saw her leave the room.

When she returned she had the jar of cold cream. She gently applied it to his aching buttocks. A thick covering of cream smothered the sore welts. She carefully removed his robe. 'You'd better go and stand in the corner for a while like the naughty boy you are!' Madsen stood in the corner. His sobbing under control. Reflected in the mirror he could see Ruth examining the cane. She again had both leather gloves on. Framed in the evening sunlight coming through the window he saw just how beautiful she was. She stood up and walked over to him. Her gloved hand found his flaccid cock. She gently stroked him to a fierce erection and quickly had him groaning with pleasure. Ruth undid her blouse and took his hand and put it on her bare breast. Madsen gasped with joy, Ruth's breathing quickened. He stroked the smooth soft skin. He tried to put his other hand up her skirt. She prevented him. 'Not yet my darling, why? We're not even engaged!' she admonished him. Madsen sighed; Ruth’s gloved hand now had him on the edge. 'You may however lick my pussy' she whispered. As soon as he heard the words thick hot spurts of cum landed on her glove, boot and skirt. She continued pumping his cock, squeezing out every single last drop. 'Not very good Michael' she tutted. 'Get a cloth!' He walked painfully to the kitchen and returned to mop her skirt. He was delighted to see she had removed it. Her wiped it clean and knelt down to clean her boot. As he looked up she pulled her knickers to one side to reveal her dark curls. 'Estelle tells me you can lick beautifully.' She sighed. Madsen spent a long time licking at Ruth's pussy. He brought her to climax twice. After the second she saw that his cock was again stiff. 'Ma gave me some pointers darling' she said indicating he stand. 'She thought you might enjoy this' her warm wet mouth encased his stiff cock. She sank to her knees and sucked him dry.

She rose to her feet and replaced her skirt. Madsen's face fell. 'No darling' she laughed, 'No fucking until we're wed!' We'll just have to think of something else……….' She hugged him. I'll see you on Saturday then?' she asked. He nodded. 'You'll be sore sitting on that train' she winched 'I love you Ruthy' said Madsen. 'Good, because I love you!' she replied. 'Remember, though, one day, it will be your bare bottom over the arm of the sofa and I'll have the cane!' he wagged his finger in mock admonishment. 'I know darling, won't it be fun! She wrinkled up her nose at him. Kissed his lips and was gone. Madsen stood naked in the study. His mouth wide open. He couldn't believe his luck. That beautiful girl was to be his wife. She would sort out his craving for discipline and clearly she hoped for some stripes on her own lovely bottom from time to time. Madsen painfully walked over to the decanter and poured himself a very large brandy. Life was good. Life was going to get a whole lot better!

The End