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LADIES IN LEATHER GLOVES |
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The Stepmother
Part Six The following morning, Richard feeling completely ashamed of how he had behaved the night before entered the kitchen a little earlier than normal. He wanted to apologise for the night before. A few minutes later, Jennifer arrived and instantly Richard knew that he was really for it. Jennifer was wearing a riding outfit, white jodhpurs, brown leather riding boots and a sleeveless black sweater. Breakfast continued in an icy silence. As they finished breakfast, just one look from Jennifer was enough to send Richard scurrying away to the library. Jennifer didn’t keep Richard waiting for very long. He heard her enter the room and the door closed with a resounding bang. “Over here now Richard” Jennifer commanded. “I’m so sorry Jennifer. Please forgive me. “Its too late for that Richard”. Richard noticed that Jennifer was holding a couple of new items. He shouldn’t have been surprised given the outfit she was wearing, but nevertheless the riding crop and dressage whip that she held looked very frightening. “I warned you Richard what the consequences would be and you seemed to have completely ignored me. On the floor now.” Richard was quick to assume the position and Jennifer tied his arms behind his back with what seemed greater aggressiveness than usual. She than gagged him, securing the strap behind his head as tight as possible. She then hauled him to his feet and marched him over to a desk that stood in one corner of the room. “Bend over the desk Richard.” Tentatively Richard did as he had been told. “Legs apart”. As he did so, Jennifer looped a piece of rope around one of his feet and pulling as hard as possible attached it to one of the desk’s legs. She then did the same to the other foot. She then attached another piece of rope to Richard’s upper right arm and pulled it down securing it to the appropriate desk leg. Securing the other arm, Jennifer had Richard ready for a real thrashing. He was genuinely scared. He dread to think how much the riding crop would hurt, not to mention the whip. “Clearly my hairbrush no longer provides a good enough lesson. Let’s see if my riding crop and dressage whip fair better.” Jennifer walked back to where she had left her gloves and lovingly pulled them onto her hands. A new pair of short kid brown gloves that were particularly tight. Jennifer admired the shiny leather of the gloves once she had them satisfactorily in place. Jennifer had had a few practice swings with both the crop and the whip earlier that morning to ensure that Richard got the full benefit of the particular sensations they imparted. Picking up the riding crop, Jennifer walked over to where Richard was firmly secured over the heavy antique desk and took a few practice swings which made an ominous swishing sound. She then placed the crop on Richard’s bottom to let him know that things were about to start. She then took her arm back and cocking her wrists brought the crop down onto Richard’s bottom with full force. Richard was shocked at how much it hurt but could only quietly moan into his gag. Jennifer waited to let the pain sink in before she took her arm back for the next stroke. She proceeded to thrash him leaving intervals of around ten seconds. After two dozen strokes, Jennifer put the crop down and picked up the dressage whip. She repositioned herself to take account of the additional length of the whip and then proceeded to give Richard a severe whipping. If he had not been gagged, the screams would have been heard for many a mile. As it was, Richard was tightly secured over the desk and he could not even so much as make a sound. He just had to take the beating. Jennifer finished and efficiently released Richard from the desk. However, much to his horror, she wasn’t finished with him yet. She grabbed him by the ear and marched him over to the spanking chair. She placed one of her booted legs onto the chair and hauled Richard over her knee. She then proceeded to lay into Richard’s bottom with her hairbrush. “Let us hope for your sake that you never get publicly drunk in my presence again” Jennifer informed Richard in between blows. Richard struggled to free himself from Jennifer’s clutches, but she was just too strong. She carried on for just as long as she wanted to. Eventually Richard was pushed from Jennifer’s knee and lay on his back staring up at his formidable step mother. She slowly removed her brown leather gloves and then proceeded to tie Richard up in the normal way. Richard just continued to quietly sob into his gag, but as he looked at his step mother, for all the agony she had just caused him, he felt a surge of joy course through him knowing that she was his step mother and nobody else’s. He would do anything for Jennifer. Richard lay on the floor of the library in a state of complete confusion. He was in intense pain and discomfort and yet he craved the presence of the very person who had caused him so much grief. When Jennifer eventually came and untied him, Richard threw himself at Jennifer’s feet and begged forgiveness. “I am so sorry Jennifer. I promise it won’t happen again. I’ll do anything for you”. And with that Richard clutched one of Jennifer’s leather riding boots and kissed it imploringly. Jennifer stared down at Richard highly satisfied with the fruits of her efforts. He really was becoming a completely different person. She enjoyed watching Richard’s servile attitude and had to eventually pull herself away. “Now go and do something useful with the rest of your day” ordered Jennifer and with that turned on her heels and marched off to continue her work.
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