Darker Passions: Frankenstein

by Kilpatrick, Nancy

  "Oh, you will listen, Elizabeth. For here is how it will be: for the remainder of this night you will obey me fully. I will approve or disapprove the methods of discipline and you shall do nothing more than submit."

  "You gave me your word you would not focus on my bottom."

  "I promised I would not lay a hand on your bottom, and I shall keep my word. And one other thing, I and I alone shall determine if and when we finish —"

  "If and when?"

  "Silence!" My voice rang out in the hollow attic room.

  "Perhaps what you learn tonight will be retained in your memory. You may think twice before resuming your riding lessons and your private instruction with the venerable Miss Heidi."

  I looked at Elizabeth. She feigned a meek face. I sighed, ready to proceed.

  "We are ready to begin," I announced. "You may show yourself."

  Elizabeth looked at me as though I were insane, for she could not fathom to whom I was speaking.

  From behind a large armoire in the corner, Miss Heidi emerged, bare-breasted, wearing those tight men's breeches that buttoned at the crotch, just as Elizabeth had described in her letters.

  Elizabeth's mouth dropped open, but her eyes sparkled in delight, for she knew something was afoot.

  "Miss Heidi," I said formally, "will you do the honors?"

  "Nothing would please me more, Herr Frankenstein, than to restrain this naughty girl," she said.

  She'd brought with her leather with which she tied Elizabeth's hands in front of her. Next she stuffed fabric into her mouth and tied a wide strip of leather between her lips, to hold the fabric in place.

  Elizabeth's eyes bulged. She looked wary. I imagine that even now her bottom was warning her that further excesses would not be a good thing.

  I moved across the room to the equipment I'd brought home with me, covered by a canvas. In one motion I pulled the fabric off, revealing the invention beneath.

  "I've brought her a gift, you see," I said, addressing Miss Heidi only, ignoring Elizabeth. A glimpse of the flash in her eyes told me that my love did not like the turn the evening was taking. "It is a gift I hope will fill her hours."

  "Yes, I saw your equipment and deduced its use immediately," Miss Heidi said. "From our brief but intense dealing, I should think Miss Elizabeth would be wise to readily employ such a tool on a regular basis."

  I was impressed, for I had carefully disguised my invention so that its true purpose would be known only to Elizabeth and myself.

  "The 'equipment', as you call it, will most likely solve the problem of her wanderings. Still, I am troubled that Elizabeth has so disregarded my feelings. I hesitate to offer a reward..." I paused.

  "...when a punishment is more called for," Miss Heidi filled in. "Severe punishment. Else how will she learn to keep her wanton desires private?"

  "Miss Heidi, it would please me if you would assist."

  The tall slim woman nodded towards me, her thin lips turned down slightly at the corners. Her nipples stood erect and so firm I expected they would be rock hard to the touch. Unlike my beloved's breasts, this woman's aureoles were dark and the nipples themselves closer to black than to purple. Her arms were well-muscled, and I must admit, seeing a woman in tight breeches, her bare ass plumping over the fabric that cut along the crack separating her cheeks inspired me.

  Miss Heidi stepped to Elizabeth and pulled from her pocket a small and evil-looking knife. I saw Elizabeth's eyes widen and for a moment I hesitated. What was this woman's intention?

  She pulled the neck line of Elizabeth's nightgown out and away from her body. Then she used the knife to slice the tatted band around the top. Once the cut had been made, she returned the knife to her sheaf.

  Miss Heidi grabbed both ends of the split fabric and pulled hard. The sheer cotton split down the middle, exposing full, ripe breasts, very round, with those pink titties thrusting forward as if begging lips to enjoy them.

  As the fabric was torn from her body, Elizabeth looked stoic. Whatever we had planned, she suspected it would be a waste of her time. For what stood in the corner but an ordinary-looking bicycle, howbeit stationary. If she had been permitted to speak, I would have expected a verbal dressing down.

  Once Elizabeth was naked, I said, "Turn her and let me see what we are working with."

  Miss Heidi did as instructed. Elizabeth's behind was a red sea. From the surface of this hot ocean welled tiny dark islands that I knew would be painful to the touch. Gilles had done a thorough job, as usual. Added to Miss Heidi's apparently steady hand, my own work was cut out for me.

  "Place her on the bike," I said coldly, imitating the voice I'd learned earlier from Elizabeth herself.

  Miss Heidi dragged the struggling Elizabeth to the very low-to-the-ground bicycle and helped her onto it. The seat had been especially designed so that it was far shorter and narrower than was normal. The effect was that it fit snugly into the length of her vulva, and yet did not pierce the opening. Another feature of this contraption was the handlebars. They were farther forward and lower than was normal. Much farther and lower.

  Miss Heidi knew what to do. She pulled Elizabeth's bound wrists towards the bars and tied them there. This had the effect of forcing Elizabeth down, so that her fully-exposed bottom lifted into the air.

  "Place her feet on the pedals," I instructed.

  Again, Miss Heidi did as requested, a task made difficult because Elizabeth was not helping. The pedals were actually buckled stirrups, so that the feet would not slip off in this awkward position, although they too were much farther forward than on an ordinary bicycle. Rather than pedalling up and down, they had been designed to be pushed forward and back, more like a pump.

  Now that my darling lay with her bottom so prominent in the candlelight, I took the opportunity to examine it thoroughly. I recognized Gilles work at once. He was meticulous, as I imagined Miss Heidi to be. Those cheeks had been well flailed. They were painted with tiny criss-crossing red lines from Gilles' crop, so close together the effect was a brilliantly hue. The thought did occur to me to forestall planting any further kisses on those wounded globes; how could they tolerate more? And yet with Miss Heidi present, I felt that to back down now would show me as weak where I must be strong. And more. If I did not live up to my threat, Elizabeth would think me weak.

  Parts of the machine were still missing, and I hastened to the corner to retrieve them from where they'd been hidden.

  Elizabeth turned her head and watched in confusion as I attached the series of bars with leather flaps —much like the fly-swatter she'd used on me earlier though larger —to the spokes of the rear wheel.

  All in all I attached four to each side of the wheel, adjusting as I went. I instructed Elizabeth to pedal very slowly, which she did, so that I might make certain of the angle.

  When all was set, I ordered Miss Heidi to her station.

  The head mistress took up a position at the front of the bike, sitting on the floor so that she was low enough. From there she had easy access to Elizabeth's nipples which, oddly enough, appeared to have been ignored of late by both the stable-master and she who instructed indoors.

  From her little bag, Miss Heidi pulled out a wide, thick school ruler, about eighteen inches in length, the very type which I had fantasized as smacking my bottom in the coach. The birch was smooth on one side, beveled on the other, and I found looking at it stimulating.

  "Begin slowly," I said, "that she may grow accustomed to the angles involved, but I expect the pace to quicken in short order. Is that clear?"

  "Very clear."

  Without further ado, Miss Heidi used the ruler to smack the left side of Elizabeth's right breast. The breast jiggled and swayed under the assault. Within two sharp strokes the skin had reddened.

  She began at a reasonable pace. Elizabeth, however, looked startled, not knowing precisely what was expected of her.

  I raised a hand and Miss Heidi paused. "You are to pedal," I informed Elizabeth, "keeping time as in
structed."

  She hesitated momentarily, until I said, "Continue," and the stinging ruler moved to her other breast and smacked the outside of it. In the dense attic air, the crack of hardwood against a swaying body part was crisp.

  Elizabeth finally got the idea. Her left leg began to push the pedal forward until it stretched straight out in front of her. Behind, a flexible leather flap came up to meet her right buttocks. She now stretched her left leg forward. The flap on the right brushed her cheek smoothly and passed, while another on the left came up.

  Yes, this was proceeding nicely. Elizabeth turned her head to look at me with both hope and horror. I sensed she had not envisioned what I'd prepared for her. In fact, my invention seemed the answer to all her prayers. That was her hope. The horror, though, came from her understanding that my promise had been a deception. I was not directly laying a hand on her bottom, and yet she was being spanked when she thought she had so cleverly escaped it.

  I made a mental note to myself to find a way to duplicate Miss Heidi's mammary ministrations mechanically. That done, Elizabeth would have the perfect spanking machine.

  "Faster!" I said.

  Miss Heidi now used the ruler from underneath, slapping up with great force onto the right nipple. From that action, and the exertions, Elizabeth's breasts bobbed delightfully. I watched that nipple redden and harden. Elizabeth's eyes were wild, unfocused with lust. I bent under her and bit her free nipple. Instantly her body convulsed in orgasm.

  The ruler sped up and with it Elizabeth's legs. Now the large flaps slapped her ass cheeks quickly, alternating, left, right, left, right. The bottom receiving those smacks quivered helplessly, which delighted me.

  The air in the attic became warm and more close. I felt my cock rising, the skin surrounding him becoming taut from the pressure. I opened my trousers so that I might give him all the space he demanded. The room was saturated with the smell of sex, which only provoked him to greater heights. I caressed him, which felt so good, all while watching my beloved's behind jiggling to escape the spanks, and her nipples punished at the hand of the stern Miss Heidi.

  Elizabeth's ass took the smacks because it had no alternative. Her face, though, showed some strain because of the pedalling. Her body had broken out into a sweat, as vigorous exercise is wont to produce.

  "Faster!" I demanded. Miss Heidi switched to the left nipple, spanking it as hard but far faster. Dear Elizabeth struggled to pump the pedals in time, her breasts swaying and jumping as the hard wood ruler gave them their due. The leather spankers struck with machine precision, and I knew my darling had never experienced such strict and repetitive attention.

  Now Miss Heidi produced a second ruler. I was most impressed to find that the woman was truly ambidextrous. Her left arm seemed as powerful as her right. Each breast was paddled into submission in turn, and Miss Heidi was even skilled enough to coordinate her actions with the flaps spanking Elizabeth's bottom so well. Left breast, left cheek. Right breast, right cheek.

  And spank her well my machine did. I was so pleased with myself. What had been a red sea had now turned to a boiling purple, and the dark swelling islands were black. Elizabeth pedalled furiously, and the leather walloped her furiously. It was as though she could not stop had she wanted to, but I could tell from her face that she did not want to.

  Tears streamed down her cheeks. Her body glistened with perspiration. Her nipples looked ripe to bursting. And her bottom glowed, a purple sunset, on fire, alive.

  We continued thusly until I noticed that several of the little welts had broken open, at which point I ceased this exercise.

  "Alright, that's enough." I instructed Miss Heidi to put away her tools of learning, and Elizabeth to pedal down until she came to an easy stop.

  Miss Heidi looked disgusted, as though I were an imbecile. "You are halting this too soon. She has barely mastered the basics. Correction must be meted out with a firm hard that is not swayed by silly sympathy, else how can a lesson be retained."

  "It may be as you say, but there are other concerns here."

  Miss Heidi looked down at my crotch and snorted.

  My cock could not wait to get at Elizabeth. As I entered her, I noticed Miss Heidi removing the gag from Elizabeth's lips, and exposing her own nether lips by unbuttoning the crotch of her trousers. She kneeled close to my darling's face. Elizabeth turned her head and her mouth went immediately to that opening. At the same moment, my cock barged through her rear door.

  To enter such a well-whipped ass was divine. She quivered at the feel of me, virtually pulling me inside her, devouring me with those anal lips. The ass I pressed against was nearly black with bruising and emitted the heat of a coal fire. I suspected that only later would my dearest feel the consequences of too many riding lessons.

  I entered her deep. Her walls were lubricated and parted just enough for me to tunnel in. They hugged my cock lovingly. She was hungry, that was clear, and wanted feeding.

  I impaled her with my full length, lingering, and she surrounded me tightly, gripping me as though she would never release me.

  In truth, I could not wait long. The evening had been too full, and my sacks needed unloading in her welcoming cave.

  While I pumped her from behind, Elizabeth ate the fruits of that dark feminine forest. Earthy scents filled the air. Miss Heidi's nipples pointed and thrust at me, inviting me, and I wondered if they would taste bitter or sweet, tart or salty.

  The spanking had been too erotic. I rode Elizabeth with a few long strokes. One final thrust and the juices blasted out of me. Her rectum convulsed around me. At that moment, I heard moans from the other end, both women sighing and crying out release.

  There was no question in my mind that Elizabeth's ass was sore, more so that it had been hither to. I expected that this time the memory of my company would stay with her indefinitely. And if it did not, she could alleviate her own loneliness and refresh her memory with daily bicycle rides in the attic.

  I made a mental note to recommend mother's metronome as an aid.

  When we had finished, Miss Heidi, who showed no signs of tiring, untied Elizabeth and lifted her off the bicycle as though she weighed next to nothing. She deposited her ass down onto the bare floor. She then proceeded to work Elizabeth's delicious nipples, licking, sucking, biting. Sweat poured down Elizabeth's chest and her legs spread wide. I found myself growing erect again. But this time I wanted to be an observer only.

  While Miss Heidi further tortures those sensitive little beauties, Elizabeth squirmed, no doubt adding to the discomfort of her bottom by rubbing it into the rough hardwood floor.

  Her cunny hole was pink and bright with moisture, the liquid actually dripping from her soaked hairs onto the rough floorboards.

  I spent the remainder of that night watching my beloved orgasm again and again under the skilled lips and fingertips of Miss Heidi, who knew just what slippery areas of Elizabeth's cunny to rub and pinch, and when. I learned much that would stand me in good stead once we had married. I looked forward to exploring that deliciously sultry cave myself, as often as I wished.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Miss Heidi departed just after sunrise. Mother and father came to the door to bid her farewell. I, however, felt it my duty to see her to the station.

  "You are lax," she chastised me immediately when we were alone in the carriage. "I suspect you will rue the day you did not welt that girl properly. She needs reigning in."

  "Marriage itself is enough reining in. Once we have walked to the altar together, life will become stable."

  She shook her head as though I were a fool intent on stepping over a precipe. "You have much to learn, Herr Frankenstein. Would that I had the time available to teach you just how ignorant you are about the so-called fairer sex. Now is the time to mark your territory."

  This conversation continued in a like vein the entire ride to the station. I began to weary of her constant harangue. Her mouth was as steady as her hand and that iron will guided bot
h. Eventually I simply sat back and let her unwind, a clock cranked too tightly and hence unable to tick off the moments at the proper pace.

  Still, while all this occurred, I did have a fantasy or two. Seeing Miss Heidi controlling Elizabeth so, I entertained a daydream of a type of ménage à tois, as the French would call it. This little group was composed of myself, Elizabeth and the steadfast Miss Heidi, with only our roles reversed from the night before, or at least some of them. I could see Elizabeth giving this slim headmistress a taste of her own medicine, while I discovered the dour Miss Heidi's more feminine mystique.

  Finally we reached the station. I loaded her baggage onboard and helped her settle into a first class compartment. "I expect you're all set, then," I said. She caught my arm.

  The woman's face had turned inhuman in its grimness. I flinched naturally from such a demeanour, although at the same time found it such a fascinating sight that it held me captive, as it were. The result was that I allowed her to rise up and whisper in my ear with a hot, enticing breath, "The breaker of rules is meant to be broken. Best you take this as a wedding present, as I expect you shall have need of it."

  What she surreptitiously slipped into my hands was the very glove of which Elizabeth wrote me. I thanked her profusely.

  At that moment the whistle blew, and I was forced to disembark.

  We waved goodbye, I from the platform, Miss Heidi from the window. During this brief farewell, I thought I detected a sign of regret in her eyes, although it might just have been the steam rising up that, ultimately, blotted her from view. All the way home I contemplated that strange message, and the unusual gift she bestowed upon me. She'd got me wondering and worrying as to whether or not I was being too easy with Elizabeth. But ultimately I assured myself that any problems between us were now in the past. The impact of the previous evening would be with Elizabeth for some time to come, and then there was my gift, which would see her through the spring. My invention would not only assure Elizabeth of my affections, but provide her an alternative; she would be entertained at home, thinking of me.