Discipline for Charlotte

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chapter one – A chance meeting

It was a cool night on a Friday in September. The street lights were blinding before Eric left them behind as he entered the relative calm of the local park. The tall oak trees alongside the hard-packed dirt road still kept most of their leaves this time of year, but the days were already getting shorter. The sun had already set and a deeper darkness lingered beneath the trees. As Eric entered those shadows, the noise of the city was far away and the temperature seemed to drop; he pulled his long grey coat closed with one hand. With the other he pulled a shopping trolley filled with groceries behind him. As one of the largest parks in the city, the empty lanes would have been filled with students and pensioners by day. The park had a bad reputation however – mostly concerning the safety of young women – and was largely abandoned during the night. Eric enjoyed walking the park when it was empty and quiet. The reputation it had, meant he had the place to himself. It was peaceful and quiet. He strode along with a confident stride, his footsteps echoing on the empty road.
Halfway through his route on the tree-lined paths he noticed a dark silhouette along the left side of the road, a single person sitting on a park bench. Eric continued on his way and tried not to look at the person he passed in the night. He was not in the mood to talk to the occasional drunk you could find here, sleeping off their hangover. Of course, he could not help himself and caught glimpses of her from the corner of his eyes. That she was a woman was obvious from her figure and dress. She did not seem drunk; though it looked like she had been crying. She did not look up as Eric passed and he continued on his way. ‘Just minding my own business.’ He told himself. Yet he stopped just a short distance after seeing her. He had seen only a glimpse of the girl, but there was something about her that had drawn his curiosity. Calling himself foolish he turned around. “Are you ok?” He asked her, a stupid question. She obviously was not.
The girl looked up and smiled weakly. “I’m fine.” She said.
Eric looked at her more closely; noticing her short wrinkled dress that – without any stockings or leggings underneath – must have been cold that time of the day; her long brown hair which hung loosely around her shoulders; the small golden hoops in her ears and the small silver chain around her neck, whatever was hanging from it hidden in the darkness. A teasing answer came to him right away, something about a woman never being fine when she used that word. It did not seem appropriate in this situation however and he kept it to himself. The girl pulled a lock of her long brown hair out of her eyes, revealing a fine oval face and a pair of glasses resting on her tip-tilted nose. She looked cute, despite her red eyes and tear-stained cheeks. She was older than he had guessed from that first glimpse. He estimated her to be in her twenties: twenty-four or twenty-five, just a few years younger than himself. “Are you sure?” He asked. He did not really want to know, with this park’s reputation he did not want to get involved with the most obvious reason for a girl to be sat alone, crying on a bench. Still, he felt the desire to help her anyway; strange, he did not usually go out of his way to help a stranger. Luckily, she did not look like she’d been assaulted, her dress looked fine and she bore not visible marks or bruises.
“Do you have anything to eat, perhaps?” She asked him.
The girl’s request caught Eric off guard; food had not been on his mind at all. “Of course.” He said, pulling the trolley around. He smiled as he opened its zipper. “Most of it needs to be prepared first, but I have some fresh fruits and vegetables.” He rummaged around a bit before finding a box of seedless grapes. “Do you like these?” He asked.
“Yes, thank you.” The girl blushed slightly as Eric handed her the box, but she opened it quickly. She smiled more broadly when she propped the first small grape between her lips. The motion looked oddly sensual.
Eric watched her eat, unsure what to do or say to her. He seated himself on the bench next to her. It seemed she did not want to tell him what was wrong and that was fine by him. He felt satisfied to watch her eat. She hungrily devoured the grapes, their juices sticky on her lips and fingers. The girl did not seem to mind and she quickly emptied half the box. Astounded by how hungry she seemed, Eric pulled his trolley closer. “I have some apples too if you’d like.” He said. The girl looked up at him, obviously uncomfortable at his generosity, but unwilling to decline his offer. Eric smiled and dug up one of the green apples – he liked the sour ones – before she could say no. In an unusual moment of chivalry, he offered her his handkerchief first. She blushed more deeply than before, but used it not only to clean her hands, but dry her tears as well. “That’s better.” Eric said with a smile. “You’re already getting back some of your colour.” The girl’s blush turned scarlet and she looked away, covering the motion by taking a quick bite out of the apple. Eric turned away to put the box of grapes back in his trolley and let her compose herself. ‘I could leave now.’ He thought. There was really no reason for him to stay and watch her eat the apple. Yet it felt impolite to just stand up and go. He felt obliged to stay, to actually help her with more than just an apple and some grapes. Maybe he was just curious, but he felt like he cared for her, even though he did not know her at all. “When was the last time you ate?” He asked.
“Yesterday.” The girl answered, wiping her chin with his handkerchief. “Around noon I think.”
Eric’s stomach rumbled. He hadn’t eaten since noon today and already felt unspeakably hungry. He couldn’t imagine not having eaten for a whole day or more. Some of the vegetables in his trolley were destined to become a salad as soon as he got home. Dinner was on top of his to-do list. “How come?” He asked her, unsure how to ask her why she was here in the park, alone and hungry. For a second he thought she might have run away from home. Except, twenty-four-year-old girls don’t run away from home. Most of them don’t even live at home anymore.
“I just… Didn’t have enough time.” The girl said evasively.
Eric could hear the lie on her tongue. She was obviously embarrassed about whatever it was and did not want to tell him. Eric decided he didn’t need to know; her business was her own. “I was going home to make dinner.” He said. “You can have some if you like.” He surprized even himself with the offer.
The girl looked at him askance. “I don’t know…” She said.
Eric smiled. “I’m sorry, I hope that didn’t sound creepy. I don’t have any bad intentions. I just wanted to help.”
“Oh no. That’s fine.” The girl said, trying to assure him that was not what was on her mind either. “I’d like that… The dinner I mean.” She blushed again. “I’m Charlotte, by the way, what’s your name?”
“I’m Frederick, but please call me Eric. Nice to meet you Charlotte.”
The girl smiled, as if by sharing their names they were no longer strangers.

Charlotte followed the man she’d just met on his way home; she walked half a step behind him, letting him lead. She was unsure how to behave around him. He was a whole head taller than her, with semi-long unkempt brown hair and a neatly trimmed beard that gave him a very distinguished look. She was not usually shy around men, but not all men appeared as a handsome hero rescuing you in a cold dark night. From his clothes, she could only make out the heavy grey coat he wore, it was too dark to distinguish anything else. The coat reminded her of how cold she was, wearing nothing but her dress. She wondered if he’d offer it to her if she told him, like some gentleman in a story. She blushed again and decided she was too embarrassed to try. The park was dark and quiet except for their footsteps and the trolley’s two little wheels; yet somehow she felt safer now than she had before. They didn’t talk, Charlotte wondered what he was thinking, but she was not ready to tell him about herself. The silence was comforting and they did not break it until they reached the other side of the park and entered the bright streetlight-lit streets.
“Do you like cabbage?” Frederic asked her. “I was going to make a salad with some apple mixed in, but I might use the rest of the grapes now.”
“I do.” Charlotte replied enthusiastically, happy with the subject he had chosen. In the light, she walked more confidently, more beside him than behind.
“Good.” He replied, seemingly uncertain what more to say. “And do you eat meat? Pork? I sometimes like to add tiny strips of bacon…”
“I love bacon.” She replied. In fact, her stomach was rumbling. “Do you live far from here?”
“Just past the next crossover.” He said, guiding her, he stopped for the red light, even though there were no cars in sight. They arrived at a relative large townhouse with a beautiful old façade in red brick and a large door with a wrought iron grill. Charlotte looked up at the three-story building and hesitated as Frederic opened the door. It had not occurred to her yet that he might not live alone; but the large house was more fitting for a family than a bachelor. It was strange that she felt less confident considering the aspect that he might have a family. She did not have much time to think about it though, as Frederic turned around and held the door open for her. “Is something wrong?” He asked.
“No.” Charlotte replied. “I just did not expect you’d live in such a large house…”
Frederic smiled. “Yeah, it’s a bit big for me alone, but I like it.”
Charlotte suppressed a sigh of relief. She quickly entered the warmth of the hallway as Frederic pulled the door closed behind her and turned on the lights. “Please take off your shoes if you don’t mind.” He said. He had already taken off his own, so Charlotte kicked off hers and placed them next to his. The warm parquet floor felt strangely homely beneath her bare feet. The hallway led straight to a large living area with on one side a sitting room with a big TV and a large sofa and on the other side a modern wooden desk with a single big computer screen and a stack of papers. There were some small cabinets against the walls and most of them contained books. A small grey cat greeted Frederic as soon as he entered, purring and rubbing its head against his legs. It ran away when Charlotte bent over to scratch it behind its ears.
“Don’t worry.” Frederic said. “She’ll be back soon enough, she’s very curious and friendly to strangers.”
Charlotte smiled. “Just like her master then.” She said, following him to the adjoining kitchen. Just like the living quarters, this room was neat and tidy, very different from how her own apartment had been. Frederic dropped the trolley on the kitchen’s tiled floor – he had been carrying it so it would not to track dirt inside – and started unloading its contents. Most of it went into the fridge, some things, like a fresh cabbage and the half-empty box of grapes, were left on the counter. Charlotte felt quite useless while she couldn’t help, so she occupied herself by looking around his kitchen. A big window opening into a small garden had pots of fresh herbs on the windowsill; a stack of dirty dishes was left in a corner, waiting their turn in the dishwasher; on a small separate table lay a collection of cooking books and in the middle of all that stood Frederic. He wore a chequered shirt above clean brown trousers and looked even more handsome in the light than he had before. “Can I help with anything?” She asked after Frederic had dragged the trolley back to the hallway.
“You can cut the grapes if you’d like.” He replied. “Just cut them in half and the big ones in quarters.” He handed her a small kitchen knife and cutting board, while taking a bigger knife himself and promptly cutting the cabbage in half.
Charlotte very rarely cooked herself. Most of her meals came prepared from the store, kept frozen and only needed to be heated to eat. It felt satisfying to work in the kitchen, though she could not help herself eating a few more of the sweet grapes as she cut them. Next to her she heard the steady chop-chop of Frederic cutting the cabbage into thin slices. “Do you always cook yourself?” She asked him. “I mean; do you ever eat premade meals?”
“Oh, I do have some pizza’s in the freezer.” He replied. “But I find cooking relaxing, even if it’s just for myself. It is some time away from the TV or my computer.”
Charlotte smiled. Frederic sounded so… responsible. If it was up to her, she would have already been in the sofa with her feet up eating pizza while watching yet another TV-series from beginning to end. Finished with cutting the grapes she added them to the bowl in which Eric had already collected the cabbage. She then watched him put a frying pan on the fire and add chopped up pieces of bacon. The kitchen filled quickly with its recognizable and oh so tasty smell. While the bacon turned crispy above the fire, Eric added nuts, dried fruits and some dressing to the sliced cabbage. He handed her two plates and some cutlery and ordered her to set the table. The large kitchen table with four sturdy wooden chairs – and room for more – stood at the other side of the room. Charlotte wondered if Frederic often invited people for dinner, the table – like the rest of his home – seemed too big for one man alone. She placed the plates so that they would be seated facing each other.
“Please sit.” Frederic said as he mixed the bacon in with the salad and placed the bowl on the table. Somehow he had found time to grab a wicker basket with bread and a pot of butter as well. “What would you like to drink?” He asked her. “I don’t have much. I usually just drink water or a bit of wine, but I have some orange juice as well.”
“I’ll have what you’re having.” Charlotte said. She already felt he was going too much out of his way for her. The salad-bowl stood enticingly before her and she couldn’t wait to taste it.
“Feel free to start.” Frederic said. “I’ll be right there.”
Too hungry to be embarrassed Charlotte did as he said and filled her plate. She was just putting some butter on her bread as Frederic placed a small glass of white wine beside her plate and seated himself in front of her. “Bon appetite!” He said.

Finished with his dinner, Erik leaned back in his chair and observed the girl he had invited into his home. They hadn’t talked much while eating. She had told him she liked the wine and had complimented him on the salad. He had responded by saying he had just thrown something together, but had particularly enjoyed the grapes. What was left of them anyway… At some point his cat – Shirine – had joined them. She had even jumped on the table, though he had promptly put her back down. She was now meowing and begging for their attention from beneath their chairs. Charlotte absentmindedly scratched her behind the ears as she looked out the window at the rain rattling against the glass. That had started some time ago and he had seen her staring outside often ever since. “I can drive you home if you want.” Eric said. “You don’t want to go out in weather like this.”
Charlotte looked from the window to him. “I don’t have anywhere to go.” She said it with a voice so quiet he could barely hear. He did not know what to answer, but suddenly things started to become clear to him. Why she’d been alone in the park, hungry and crying. All she had with her was a small purse and the dress she wore. He should’ve realized it before. Her dress was cute and modern, a dark blue and reached halfway down her thighs. But it was very wrinkled and Eric wondered whether she had already spent a night outside in it. “I have a guestroom; you could spend the night if you want?” He said. “I always keep it ready in case I have guests, so it wouldn’t be any trouble.”
Charlotte looked at him with wide eyes. “Yes, please. Thank you!” She said. She sounded as if he’d offered the world to her and tears appeared in the corners of her eyes.
Eric felt slightly uncomfortable and stood up clearing his throat. “Let me show you.” He said. Unsure of what else to do, he decided to show her around.
Charlotte followed him to the hallway and up the stairs. “How many rooms are there?” She asked him.
“Four.” Eric replied. “There’s my bedroom and the hobby room on the first floor and the guest room and an oversized pantry on the second floor. There’s also a bathroom on the first floor in case you need it or want to shower.” He told her.
There wasn’t much to see in the guest room. There was a neatly made two-person bed and an old wardrobe empty except for an old chest at the bottom, the window looked out at the street out front. They were quickly headed down again.
“Is this the bathroom?” Charlotte asked as they passed it on the first floor. “I could really use a shower.” She said with a blush.
Eric showed her where to find fresh towels and returned to the kitchen alone. As he cleared away the dishes his thoughts were with the cute girl showering in his bathroom and all the vivid imagery that came with such thoughts. ‘She’s a poor girl in need of your help. Try to be a gentleman.’ He scolded himself. He banished any further thoughts of soft, bare skin assaulted by streams of hot, steaming water and covered in white foamy soap; instead he piled the dishes on the dishwasher and retreated to his living room with a book. He had been reading this one for a couple of days and easily lost himself in the story. He was able to forget about the girl he had ‘rescued’ for a while, until he heard her come back down the stairs. She wore a white towel like a turban on her head and one of his old bathrobes, though he had to admit she looked a lot cuter in them than he ever had.
“I hope you don’t mind.” She said, fumbling the robe. “I found it in one of the drawers.”
“Not at all.” Eric replied. He put away the book and moved over in the sofa. Shirine had already taken her favourite spot on the armrest. The thoughts he had banished before came back unbiddingly as the robe did little to hide her magnificent figure. “Would you like me to turn on the TV?” He asked, more to distract himself than her.
“Oh no.” Charlotte replied. “I didn’t want to interrupt your reading.” She didn’t sit, but looked at him with an odd look in her eyes.
“I was bored of the story anyway.” Eric lied. “Please sit, make yourself at home.”
Charlotte placed herself next to him as Eric grabbed the TV’s remote from the coffee table. She sat closer than necessary in the large sofa and her legs, bared beneath the short robe brushed against his. “I just wanted to thank you for everything you’ve done.” She said softly.
“Please don’t mention it.” Eric said. “I’m glad I could help.” The TV turned on with a loud noise and Charlotte rested comfortably against his shoulder. She felt warm to his touch and smelled of fresh soap. An old movie was playing and they watched it in silence. Eric had trouble concentrating on the movie as he was constantly reminded of her presence beside him. Many thoughts whirled through his mind: ‘put your arm around her shoulders’, ‘how soft would those creamy thighs feel beneath my fingers’, ‘she smells so nice’, ‘is she wearing anything beneath that robe’, ‘why is she sitting so close’, ‘ should I try to kiss her’ …. But he did none of those things and in the end felt it was for the best; it would have been inappropriate of him to take advantage of her, as vulnerable as she was right now. When the movie ended, they went upstairs together. He wished Charlotte goodnight as he entered his bedroom and she continued up the stairs to the guest room on the second floor.


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The dream

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Tall, dark trees surrounded Emily as she woke. Their bare branches seemed to be reaching down towards her, grasping, flailing. She did not know where she was. It was dark and the forest that surrounded her was unfamiliar; there seemed to be nothing but trees wherever she looked. The light by which she could see seemed to be coming from nowhere. Emily had vague memories of going to bed in her home in the city; but out here, her only bed was a soft mound of moss. It was strangely warm, in this empty, silent place. This unnatural silence and the strange darkness hiding behind the trees scared her. Emily was afraid to move from where she had been sleeping; but the longer she waited, the more vulnerable she felt. She was naked. She remembered taking off her clothes before going to bed; another vague memory that did not align with her current situation.
An eerie, deep voice suddenly broke the silence. “It is okay. You can come out now.” It said. Emily blushed and covered her naked body with her hands; but there was nowhere to hide from this strong, masculine voice. “Don’t be afraid, nothing can hurt you here.” It appealed. Emily turned around, facing the direction the voice seemed to come from. The trees seemed less menacing there; their branches lush and covered with leafs. She chose to follow the warm, welcoming voice rather than fleeing into the dark row of trees. The forest lost some of its warmth as Emily left the mound of moss and strode towards the greener part of the woods. “That’s it.” The voice said. “Come to me.” A silhouette appeared between the trees ahead of her.
Emily stopped. With one arm, she covered her breasts, the hand on the other her crotch. “Who are you?” She asked. “Where am I?”
“Don’t be ashamed.” The voice said. “I am here to help you.” The silhouette moved towards her through the trees. It was a man of indistinguishable age; broad at the shoulders and narrow at the hips. His hair was long and black as the night sky, his eyes nearly as dark. He was as naked as she was, his skin was dark and stretched taut across his muscles. A tuft of dark black hair grew above his member; it was as large as only the most well-endowed of men could boast. He stepped towards her, unashamed of his nudity.
“Please.” Emily said; still frantically trying to cover her own nudity. “What’s going on?”
The man reached her and placed his hands on her shoulders. “It’s okay.” He said. “I know this must be confusing for you; but you can trust me.” He looked down into her eyes. His hands were warm and welcoming.
Looking up at this man, his naked body so close to hers, Emily felt oddly comforted. She relaxed, her arms slipping down as she gave up her effort in hiding her body from sight. It felt hypocritical to hide her nudity while he flaunted his. “What’s your name?” She asked him.
The man let go of her arms. “My name can be whatever you want it to be.” He said. “I am here only for you. I came to guide you to the other side.”
“The other side of what?” Emily asked. The man moved away from her, expecting her to follow him. “Do you really not have a name? What shall I call you then?” She called after him.
“Call me whatever you like.” The man said as he looked over his shoulder. “I am here to serve you after all.”
The man moved silently through the forest. Emily followed him hesitantly. He was the only thing she knew was real, she had felt his warm hands on her shoulders. The rest: the trees, the ground, the dark sky; it all seemed far away, somehow disconnected from the two of them and their short journey. She did not give him a name, not until she knew what he was.
The darkness changed. Light was shining somewhere up ahead. There were voices too, people moving between the trees, for now still too far for them to see her. Emily slowed, afraid of these strangers. The man she followed had led her to a dark, deep river. “They can’t see you.” The man said. “They don’t know where you are.” Emily approached the river. The others turned to watch her, but they did not come closer. She wondered if they were naked like her, but she could not see them clearly in the darkness. “You must swim across.” The man told her. “It’s the only way you can reach the other side.”
Emily reached out to touch the water. It was cold, very cold. “The other side of what?” She asked.
“The other side of everything.” The man said.

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The inheritance – part 3

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Just one more contract, Sophie was looking forward to it actually. After her rather innocent date with Eric and the kinky roleplaying with George, she had taken a liking to her aunt’s work. Sure, the realization that she was taking money for sex was still embarrassing – and the fact that she was enjoying it even more so – but it hadn’t been as bad as she’d feared it would be. Now she only needed to fulfil the last contract and all the money would be hers. She’d be able to shut down the company, sell the assets and put all the money on her own account. Unless she decided to keep doing it and sign new contracts of course. Sophie blushed, she’d had that thought a few times now, since her evening with George. He’d made her realize that any possible future contracts would be on her terms. Right now, she was bound by whatever her aunt had agreed upon; but if she made the contracts herself, she could decide what was acceptable and what not. Two week ago, she would have never considered signing a contract that required her to have sex with someone; now the thought aroused her. Like usual, she forced the idea to the back of her head. She had no reason to sell herself for money; she certainly wouldn’t need it once the last contract was done and she got all of her inheritance. The only reason to do it was because she enjoyed it, and that realization was just too embarrassing to think about. Sophie focussed instead on the task ahead of her. She still had no access to her aunt’s safe and thus didn’t know anything about this customer or the contract. Nervously she wondered whether he’d be more like Eric, someone who wanted her company and lusted for the touch of a female; or George, who wanted to experience his perverted fantasies with her.
Sophie had contacted this last client and agreed to meet him after work. It was the last day before the weekend, so she hoped to fulfil the contract within the next few days. Next week, this would all be over. She was still slightly nervous, despite looking forward to their meeting. Mostly in case he was like George and wanted to do something that hurt, like spank her. They had agreed to meet at a local bar.

Wearing a short white dress and a long red scarf by which her aunt’s customer should recognize her, Sophie sat alone at a table. She had already ordered a drink and was waiting for the man to arrive. It wasn’t long before a young man approached her table. “Are you Sophie?” He asked as he sat down at her table.
Sophie looked up, confused that this man new her name. “I am.” She said. “Sorry, but I’m waiting for someone.”
“That would be me, I’m Michael.” The man said. “You called me earlier?”
Sophie blushed. This man was much younger than she had anticipated. Unlike Eric and George, he must be near her own age, maximum three or four years older. After her previous contracts, she had not expected the man she was meeting to be so young. “I’m sorry.” She said. “You’re not what I was expecting.”
“Sorry to disappoint.” The man said with a smile. “So what can I help you with.”
Sophie bit her lip. He did not disappoint, not at all. He was handsome in a rugged sort of way, broad shoulders, wavy black hair and dark eyes. He was exactly the type of man she’d go out with. And he had a contract with her about who knows what. She blushed deeply. “It’s about my aunt.” She said, giving him the same news she’d given the others. Like them, Michael offered his condolences at her passing and acted surprised at her offer to take her aunt’s place to fulfil the contract. “I have to admit though, that I don’t know what the contract is about. I do not have access to a copy right now.” Sophie finished.
Michael picked up his bag and pulled out a single piece of paper. “I brought it along just in case.” He said. “Since I didn’t know what this meeting was about.” He handed it to her. “Go ahead and read it, I’m sure you’ll have no trouble taking your aunt’s place. In fact, such a beautiful girl like yourself will be an improvement. There’s definitely no need for much experience.”
Sophie quickly scanned the contract. There was no mention of sex or roleplaying. She was at the same time relieved that this young man did not contract her aunt for such things and disappointed that he wouldn’t be able to demand it from her either. The feeling made her blush. All this man wanted to do was use her as a model. It wasn’t as simple as just photography of course, Sophie would be modelling nude and there was a fetish aspect to it as well. For most of the pictures, she’d be severely tied up. The whole experience seemed very sensual and interesting, the fact that it would be done by an attractive, young man made it even more arousing. She smiled nervously, even though he was just going to take pictures, he would still have to touch her to tie her up, she’d still be naked and at his mercy. A thought suddenly struck her. “What do you do with the pictures you take?” She asked.

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The inheritance – part 2

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A whole week had passed since her aunt’s funeral and just two days since her ‘date’ with Eric. But two days was not enough for Sophie to come to terms with what she had done. She had lain awake at night, wondering how she could have been so wrong about herself. If you had asked her a week ago if she’d ever have sex for money, she would have cursed you. Now she cursed herself, called herself a whore or worse. A whore however, did not make as much money as she would by fulfilling her aunt’s last three contacts. A whore just got paid for sex, Sophie did so much more. ‘Fantasy fulfilment’ her aunt had called it. Sophie wasn’t sure whether that made it better or worse. If she was being honest with herself however, what bothered her most was not being paid for sex. It was the fact that she had enjoyed it; not just the sex, but the taboo feeling she got by being paid for it. She had two more contracts to fulfil and she did not feel guilty about that, she looked forward to them. She’d meet one of the other two clients after work today. ‘You should be ashamed.’ She told herself when she found out how wet and excited she got, just by thinking of meeting this stranger. But her self-scolding only turned her on even more. ‘Just wait.’ She said to herself. ‘They won’t all be like Eric. Who knows what this guy wants to do to you. And the contract is already signed, you have no way to stop him.’ This did make Sophie hesitate. What if the other contracts did contain some dark, perverted fantasies of these strange men? She could try to convince them to annul the contract. But that hadn’t worked with Eric, it might not work with the others either. Like this, the whole day running up to the meeting, her emotions bounced back and forth between shame, excitement and fear.

The second customer Sophie would service as her aunt’s replacement had invited her to his home. Sophie was quite nervous going to a stranger’s house, but since he already had a contract with her, there would be no reason for him to harm her in any way. The house she arrived at was quite ordinary, in the middle of a residential area. It made her feel more at ease, believing any man who lived here would be a normal, every-day person. When he opened the door for her, she was strengthened in that belief. The middle-aged man had short grey hair, wore faded jeans and a simple blue sweater. Sophie imagined he was a bit older than Eric had been. This did not make her feel uncomfortable, in fact, she thought it would be weird if one of her customers would be closer to her own age. The man shook her hand and invited her in. “Would you like a drink?” He asked her after guiding her to the living room. It was quite messy and Sophie had to clear away a collection of old magazines before she could sit down in the sofa.
“Yes, please.” She said. “Some water would be fine.” The man left her alone to get the drinks, which gave Sophie the time to look around the room. The furniture looked old-fashioned, like something the man had inherited from his parents or grandparents. There was an old scratching post in the corner of the room, but no cat around. A laptop stood half-opened on the coffee table; Sophie fought the urge to look at what the man had been doing before her arrival.
“So, what I this about?” The man asked when he returned with two glasses of water. He looked slightly nervous, just like Eric had been. These men were used to secrecy when dealing with her aunt. He did not understand Sophie’s role in all of this.
“I’m afraid I have some bad news.” Sophie said. She had again chosen to give the news in person. “My name is Sophie and a little over a week ago, my aunt passed away.” She paused for a moment. “You know my aunt of course, because you had a contract with her.”
The man hesitated. “I’m sorry for your loss.” He said. “I’ve known your aunt for quite a while. I might’ve been just one of her customers, but I believe we were close regardless.”
Sophie nodded. “Of course.” She said. “I’m sorry to be the bearer of such bad news.”
The man smiled sadly. “It’s okay.” He said. “My name is George by the way.” He hesitated again. “Do you know, what kind of work your aunt did?”
“Yes.” Sophie said. The man blushed. “That’s the other reason I’m here. You still have an open contract with my aunt and we need to discuss how we’re going to handle that. You see, after my aunt passed away, I took over the company.”
The man stared at her open-mouthed. “You took over?” He asked. “How does that work?”
Sophie blushed slightly. “Well, you contract wasn’t really with my aunt. It was with her company. Now that I have inherited the company, it is my duty to fulfil any contracts that are still open.”

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The inheritance – part 1

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A simple blue card that read ‘Happy Birthday’ was the last bit of communication Sophie had from her aunt. Her birthday was six months ago. It’s not that they didn’t like each other; they just rarely spoke. Since her mother’s death, Sophie had lost contact with that side of the family. Her aunt had been the last one left, her grandparents she could barely remember. Still, she felt a pang of sorrow when the message came that she had passed away. The cause of death was not mentioned in the letter, but at such a young age – her aunt was only in her forties – it must’ve been some kind of accident or illness.
Sophie’s father had called shortly after the message arrived. He had offered to go to the funeral together. Sophie’s relationship with her father wasn’t as strong as it used to be, she had moved out years ago and recently he had started dating someone new. Sophie did not like this new woman in his life, the one who was taking her mother’s place. Still, in times like this family was important so she had agreed to carpool with them.
On the road to the funeral, Sophie sat in the back of the car wearing a simple black dress. Her father – and his new girlfriend – were seated at the front, wearing black again. The mood in the car was silent, outside it was raining. Sophie was rereading the letter announcing her aunt’s death. A note was attacked at the end. It was a request from her aunt’s lawyer to meet with him. Apparently, her aunt had mentioned Sophie specifically in her testament.
After the funeral, Sophie said goodbye to her father, promising she’d be perfectly safe taking the train back home. She met up with her aunt’s lawyer who had attended the funeral as well. He was a well-dressed man in his forties: grey hair and a dark business-like suit. He drove a dark, modern car and took her along to his office.

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They’re just fantasies

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It was a cold and dark night; clouds obscured the moon and stars, leaving the streets in total darkness. Emily was on her way home from visiting her friend. She was late. It was a work night, which meant she would have to get up early the next day. The rules stated that she must be home before eleven on such a night. It was now ten forty-five. If she had taken her normal route home, she would not be able to make it in time. There was a different way however; a series of short-cuts through dark alley-ways through the backstreets of the neighbourhood. Unlike the brightly-lit city-streets of her normal route, there were no lights in these alleys. Emily walked in nearly complete darkness; unable to see the ground beneath her feet. She wasn’t worried about tripping however, the ground was relatively even. Instead, she was worried about who else could be out in the streets, hidden from her in the darkness. Some of these alleys had an unsavoury reputation. Using this route was breaking another rule; her boyfriend Mike worried for her safety when she was out alone at night. This transgression she could conceal however, unlike being late. Her heart rate – which was already increased from imagined dangers in the darkness – shot up as she imagined what he’d do if he found out.
Emily’s footsteps echoed eerily in the narrow streets. Her worry that Mike would spank her – after finding out she’d disobeyed his rules – was replaced by a new one as she imagined those echoes were the footsteps of someone following her. She looked over her shoulder when she turned the corner into a slightly wider street; but it was too dark to see more than the faint silhouettes of the buildings that surrounded her. When she stopped, and listened to hear whether she could hear anyone behind her, there was only silence. She laughed at her own fear, thinking her imagination was running away with her. In the next narrow alley, she stopped again, but this time the echoing footsteps did not halt as she did. Emily looked around but could not see anyone near. She continued walking, her own steps now echoing those of the stranger. ‘Just because someone is out there, doesn’t mean they’re following you.’ She told herself. The sound came closer and closer and Emily’s fear got the upper hand over her rational thought. She increased her pace, walking faster; but the stranger’s steps increased as well. Coming ever closer. ‘I should run.’ Emily thought. But just then a man embraced her from behind, Emily screamed.
“Be quiet.” A low voice whispered. “If you scream I will have to hurt you.”
Emily froze, too afraid to move or reply.
“That’s better.” The low voice said. “You don’t need to be afraid, I just want to have some fun.” He pulled her coat so roughly that she heard it rip before the buttons popped free. Still Emily was too scared to scream. The stranger’s hands reached for her breasts, squeezing them roughly, pulling and kneading them through the thin fabric of her shirt. “Let’s go somewhere more private.” The man said. He dragged her to the side of the road. There was an opening there, a dark area too small to be an alley, just a narrow corridor between two buildings. Emily started struggling then, but the man was too strong for her. Still, she did not scream. He pushed her against the wall face-first. His hand reached down as he pressed himself against her back. His warm breath was right by her ear as he pulled up her skirt. “This will soon be over.” He whispered.
Adrenaline rushed through Emily’s body and with it came an idea, the split moment decision that saved her. She kicked backwards and up, bending her leg at the knee for a quick upward thrust. The heavy heel of her shoe hit her intended target, the man’s crotch, just below the erection she’d felt him push against her bottom. The man screamed and let go instantly. Emily ran.

She ran as fast as she could. Soon the man would be behind her she knew. She wouldn’t be able to outrun him, not in the dark, not on these heels. She could already hear his footsteps. He was so fast, already closing in on her. She knew, this time he would hurt her. But then there was a light; not street-lights, but the moving beams of a car’s headlights. Emily ran towards it, the footsteps behind her receded, the man had given up the chase now that potential witnesses were nearby.
The tears running down her face and her ripped coat told an unmistakable story. As the strange car got closer, Emily hid her face and ran past it. She did not want the driver to see her, to ask her questions of what had happened. She kept running until she reached her own street, brightly lit with street-lights. Finally safe, she ran home and locked the door behind her. She did not stop to take off her coat or shoes, but found her boyfriend waiting for her. For a moment, she wondered whether it was past eleven already. It did not matter, she hugged him fiercely, just holding him without an explanation.
Mike guided her to the sofa. He sat down and let her sit on his lap, wrapping his arms around her. Only now did she truly feel safe. “What happened?” He asked as some time had passed.

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Free e-book for januari

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Hello everyone

I’m a bit late this month with the holiday period and start of the new year and all. But there’s finally a new e-book available in the amazon store.

This means lat months book is available for free for a few days:
amazon.com
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The free e-book contains the full taxi-driver series:
– Taxi driver
– Day at the beach
– Trip to the airport

Have a look at the new book as well, this one contains some of my favourites:
– The maiden and the prince
– The review girl
– Self control
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Enjoy!


The stolen bikini (part 2)

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The air was hot and the sheets were plastered to her skin as Sophia woke in a stranger’s hotel room. It was still early and Michael was still asleep beside her. Unashamed, Sophia threw aside the sheets and made her way – still fully naked after last night’s adventure – to the small bathroom. It wasn’t the first time she woke in another man’s room, not on this trip, nor on her previous holiday outings. She was unembarrassed as she went through his hygiene products for something to freshen herself up with.
It was only when she noticed her bottom in the mirror, that a blush crept up on her face. Sophia had many romantic escapades and one-night-stands in the past. But never had any of the men she’d lain with spanked her. And Michael hadn’t just spanked her; after having sex with her in the public pool, he’d used his belt on her for soliciting sex in such an inappropriate location. The marks of that belt were still visible now, dark markings like bruises and the skin still slightly red all around. Sophia knew immediately no make-up would be able to hide those marks, especially since she liked swimming during the hot summer day. None of her swimming pants would be able to cover them either; none of her pants covered more than a quarter of her voluptuous bottom. She liked to show that off.
Slightly panicked, Sophia kneaded her bottom in front of the mirror, wondering how visible the marks would be under a different light. They slightly stung, a reminder of how she’d been punished the night before. With that sting, the punishment took on a different meaning: after misbehaving out in public, the consequences would be seen in public as well. Normally Sophia prided herself on the fact that she didn’t care what others thought of her. Not the men that whistled or called after her; not the women with their disapproving stares, not the elderly with their biting remarks. But it would be these last two groups that would see in her punishment the confirmation of their assessment that Sophia was a bad girl that needed to be disciplined. She couldn’t give them that satisfaction. The only option was to stay inside until the remarks were faded.

When Sophia returned to the hotel room, Michael was still asleep. Sophia was furious with him. It was his fault that she would be confined inside until the embarrassing marks had faded. He was the one that had spanked her. Of course, she had agreed to it willingly. Hadn’t she, the night before, at some point felt that she indeed deserved what he was giving her? Unable to reconcile that memory with the anger she felt now, she sat down in the bed next to him. It might be her own fault, but he was just as guilty as she was. There was no way she was going to let him do this to her again.
“Good morning.” Michael said, waking just as she sat down. He smiled broadly and let his eyes wander over her naked body.
There was lust, affection and hunger in his eyes. It reminded her so much of what they’d done the night before, that Sophia experienced a small feeling of triumph. “Good morning.” She said. “I assume you slept well.” They always did, the men that had the joy of sharing a bed with her.
“I did.” Michael said. “No early swim today?” He asked.
Sophia blushed and rolled over to show off the marks on her bottom. “I can’t go out like this!” She exclaimed/
Michael laughed softly. “Why not? You should be proud of those. They prove that you’ve dealt with the consequences of your actions and most importantly, what a good girl you’ll be now.”
Sophia laughed in response. “No way.” She said. “I’m not going out until they have faded.”
Michael shrugged. “Very well. I’m going out for breakfast and will probably lounge by the pool after. I do hope I’ll see you later.”

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Free e-book for december

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Hello everyone

I’m keeping up with my schedule of publishing three short stories each month. Today the taxi-driver series became available.

And as always, last month’s e-book will be available for free for just 5 days.
Last month’s book contains the stories:
– alone at the office
– a birthday surprise
– safari

Find it for free on:
amazon.co.uk
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