Denise

*** Chapter 2, Assignation

John Washington Lorde II, an enigma to his business associates and a dangerous man to his enemies. This was the image he fostered so carefully. 'Rich and secretive' was how the Wall Street Journal had put it.

In fact so secretive that the newspaper had been hard put to put a value on his assets when it came to listing the top five hundred men in America. They had settled on 450 million dollars and left him out, and that was just the way that he liked it. In fact they had missed the twenty-percent share in Texoil that he had sold a year ago and the half share in Verity insurance that had been sold just a week before the article was written, both private companies with no traded shares on the NYSE.

Altogether he was worth over seven hundred million.

But, he was a man not interested in money as such, just the freedom that it gave him to work and play, as he liked. After marrying Joan some ten years ago he had more than doubled his fortune.

Of course she was rich as well.

Coming from a wealthy Pennsylvanian family she had brought tens of millions into the house. Jack had married her for her position in society. With austere looks and a forbidding character she had given him entry to the respected chambers of the 'Old Money' families that still held so much of the wealth on the east coast. But, sexual she was not. Going to bed with Joan was like chopping firewood. A task that needed to be done but no fun for all that.

Still, he had not married her for her charm!

In Diane he had found a true partner. At least for sex. He reflected on the many mistresses he had had, both before and after his stale marriage. As he drove through the heavy traffic on his way to her Central Park apartment he was already anticipating her welcome. He never told her what he wanted; he just let her fertile imagination entertain him. Her body, so sexual that he had an erection every time that he saw her, was his creation.

Jutting breasts, no body hair and a sex that pouted its soft lips to meet his lips or cock and then grasped him like a closed fist. And yet, he could not say that he loved her. In fact he could not say that he had loved any of his many lovers. Tonight he had a proposal for her. Another alteration to bring her body yet closer to perfection. He would have to persuade her.

That would require tact, and good sex.

Turning off the main road he plunged into the underground car park under her block. As he entered the elevator he could feel his cock stiffen in anticipation. He felt so in control that he hoped that she had picked a submissive role tonight. By the time that he rang her doorbell he was almost panting with lust for her smooth body.

The door opened to reveal a schoolgirl. A tidy plait with a pink ribbon fell over her shoulder. She smiled sweetly and allowed him into her schoolroom. As the door closed a passing stranger glanced into the room just in time to see a blackboard with an apple teetering on the chalk holder.

"I have prepared for the test Mr. Lorde,” said Diane as she passed the black gown and mortarboard hat to her teacher for the evening.

"I hope that your revision is better than last time,” he replied as he took in the blackboard with the cane leaning on it.

"I need top marks if I am to progress,” said Diane with a coy smile as she sat on the edge of the large bed.

Jake walked to the board, his gown fluttering behind him. Taking a piece of chalk in his hand he wrote a sum on the board.

"I want you to say all the answers without hesitation,” he said in a stern voice. "For every correct answer a reward, for every wrong answer a punishment."

Diane looked at the sum '6 x 6'. It was up to her now how the evening went. Was she to be the good or bad girl? Somehow she sensed that he wanted to punish her, but she wanted to tease him.

"36" she said in a high voice. The teacher nodded and quickly wrote another sum on the board.

"What is eight times nine,” said Jake as he wrote the sum.

"Sixty four,” said Denise allowing uncertainty to creep into her voice. Now she would find out what he wanted.

Jake picked up the cane and tapped it on his left hand. "My dear girl you have not done your homework,” he said as he turned to the board again. "Seven plus nineteen,” he said as he wrote the sum.

Denise hesitated as if unsure. Then she spoke, "Twenty three."

The teacher pulled a frown and pointed the cane at the errant schoolgirl. "What were you doing last night when you were supposed to be studying?" he asked in a strict voice.

Diane twisted her hands and hung her head.

"Answer the question young lady. What were you doing last night?" He asked.

"I went to a party,” said Diane in a quivering voice. She could feel tears well in her eyes as she spoke.

"Stand up girl and look at me when you answer."

Diane stood up and held her hands behind her back. Jake tapped the cane on the floor in front of her to tell her to touch the floor. As she brought her hands to the front the teacher stopped her with a tap of the cane.

"What is that on your nails,” he said in a stern voice.

Diane looked at her fingers where a dark red polish glistened on the long nails.

"Nail polish sir,” she whispered.

"Bend over and touch the floor,” he said.

She bent over as required, the plait falling to brush her face as she did so. Diane felt a hand raise her skirt to expose her tight rear. The same hand pulled her cotton pants. With a slight tear they tore off, leaving her naked ass exposed.

"I shall give you two strokes,” said Jake as he swished the cane in the air. "One for your wrong answer and one for wearing nail polish in class."

The first blow caught Diane unaware. It stung her suddenly. She flinched a little but did not move. She felt a hand smooth over her rear feeling the slight ridge where the cane had struck. Then came the second. Much harder than the first, she bit her lip a little and felt more tears well up.

"You may stand now,” said Jake as he took a position next to the blackboard. "Let me explain again. You have not learned your sums. You partied last night. If you get any more sums wrong you will be caned again."

Through the tears Diane saw him write on the board again. She planned to get a couple more right before she got caned again. Then she would beg him not to cane her and submit coyly to his sexual orders. She longed to free his erection and let her tongue play over his balls. Jake moved from the board to allow her to see the next sum.

Diane started as she realised that it was not going to be so very easy. '23 x 17'. She looked at him pleadingly.

"Come on now young lady,” he said.

Her mind a muddle she tried to calculate, but all she could see was the cane tapping his left hand. Diane blurted out the answer. "Two hundred and ninety."

A small smile of triumph flickered on Jake's face and he slapped the cane into his left hand.

"Bend over."

Diane touched the floor. Once again she felt the dress get lifted. Then his strict voice. "Spread your legs."

The schoolgirl moved her feet apart. She felt a tap from the cane as he lined it up. The touch was to her melting pussy. Then a sharp blow.

It contacted the lips of her pussy and stopped there. A slight movement and it had slipped in her damp sex. With a slow movement he pulled the cane through her sex. Diane felt every ridge on the bamboo as it passed over her inner lips.

For a moment she thought that her knees would give way. Slowly she stood.

"Did I allow you to move little girl,” said Jake.

Once again she bent over. For some reason she felt that she had lost control of the game. Her thighs quivered with anticipation of the next blow. She felt Jake's hand fondle her. One finger touched the pucker of her asshole. Then it slipped down to her pussy and stroked her clitoris.

"What did you do at the party Diane?" asked the teacher as he allowed his finger to wander into her tight, moist hole.

Diane was starting to wonder just how naughty she should be. A few strokes of the cane were fine. A thrashing was not what she had in mind.

Jake broke in to her thoughts. "I hope that you are not allowing boys to fondle you!"

"Never,” she cried as she tried to sound outraged.

The cane found its mark. Harder than ever it kissed her smooth ass with a crack.

"Tell the truth."

"Only a petting." Diane was almost crying. Once again a hand fondled her. This time it pushed forward touching the nub of her sex. She felt her legs quiver with excitement.

"What is a good test mark worth?"

Once again the cane swept down. This time it struck her thighs. Diane could feel the heat of the weal as Jake's hand found the slight ridge and caressed it gently.

"When I ask a question you will answer directly."

"I must pass the test sir. If I do not then I have to repeat the class next year. Please sir, I will do anything," cried Diane through her tears.

"Very well then young lady."

She heard the teacher walk round her, then the sound of his zipper. A hand closed over her chin and raised her head to confront his prick. Grasping her plait he pulled her mouth over his erect organ. Willingly she massaged the intruder with her tongue as he moved her back and forth over his organ.

"Suck and please me."

Diane moved her hands to grasp the root of his prick and sucked. She knew that this treatment could make him come. That was not allowed. Somehow she had to slow him down.

Anticipating her he pulled free and moved behind her. Diane was anticipating him pushing into her and braced herself for the entry. She gasped as the cane again punished her.

"I know that you are not as innocent as you make out,” said Jake as he gave her another blow. "Petting indeed! You are nothing but a teaser."

He paused for a moment and then reached between her legs to unbutton her blouse. With deft flicks of his fingers he undid the lower buttons and then grasped the loose material on her back. With a strong tug he ripped the blouse off leaving the sleeves and collar still on. A quick movement and her bra was unhooked and allowed to fall. Diane felt her breasts swing free to hang in her face.

"Touch the floor,” he ordered.

The cane caressed her full breasts and erect nipples from the side. Diane felt a tear hang at the tip of her nose for a moment. Never had he caned her breasts. He loved her breasts. A small tap awoke her from her reverie as he lined the cane to touch both nipples.

"Are you still a virgin?" He asked. "Do not lie my little slut."

"Yes sir,” she replied.

The cane touched the floor a few inches below her breasts fro a moment and then swept sharply up. Diane gasped but held her position.

"Answer again."

"No sir. I love cock."

Once again he moved to her rear. She felt his prick pressing into her flesh. Then it slipped into the wet pussy. He felt so large. Her tight hole gripped him as he pushed to the limit.

"What is eight times eight slut?" He asked as he pushed deeper.

"Sixty four,” she replied. "Sir."

With steady strokes he pushed into her, pulling almost out and then returning to stretch her to the limit.

"Very good slut."

A finger probed her tight ass. "Have you allowed the boys here?" asked the teacher.

Once again Diane thought of the consequences of her answer. "No sir, never there."

As Jake pushed into her he slapped her butt with the palm of his hand.

"Liar,” he gasped.

"No sir, never there." Diane could feel the first warmth of an orgasm making its way through her pulsing pussy. Jake was pushing so hard that her hands were slipping on the thick pile of the carpet.

"Please not there sir, you are so big." begged Diane.

She felt him slip out of her pussy and press against her other hole.

"You do want to pass your test? Don't you?"

His slick prick pressed into her, opening her gradually. Then he was in. Diane slipped to her elbows allowing her nipples to brush the carpet. The rub of the pile gave her the final push to orgasm as he came in her rear. She felt him stop, gasp and then slip his hand to her pussy. Another orgasm and she melted to the floor, thighs trembling as he withdrew.

As she lay he caressed her back and rear. Tracing the lines of the caning with his strong fingers, he massaged her. Using the wetness of their sex he smoothed the bruised flesh. Almost glad that the performance was at an end, Diane relaxed. He had shocked her, but she had responded.

Slowly she rolled over to face him. He was kneeling by her, his hands drifting to her breasts. With a sigh of satisfaction he cupped them and then slid his hands to her waist.

"You are nearly perfect,” he said under his breath. His hand slid to her slick pussy and parted the lips to allow him to gaze at her inner sex. Thumb and forefinger griped her inner lips making her thighs tremble.

With a small motion she opened her thighs a little to allow him to see her properly. "Would you wear my ring?"

Diane was suddenly awake. He had asked the question as though he had read her mind. Suddenly her dream came real.

A wedding, and life with her Jake forever.

"Darling I would be proud to."

Abruptly Jake realised what she meant. She wished to marry him. It was a misunderstanding of the greatest magnitude. He had in mind to pierce her sex and she thought of marriage.

The thought of living with Diane was tempting but he could not cut his ties from Joan so easily. Money had never been the reason that he had married Joan what had mattered was the doors that she had opened in society. He realised though that he should temporise. There was no way that he could marry her, in fact if Joan even found out about Denise he would have to let her go.

He had a suspicion that she already knew somehow but said nothing because the diversion of his lust suited her, Joan had seemingly never been interested in sex.

"It will not be easy to put a ring on your finger,” he said. "We must take our time."

The idea of any other rings would have to be delayed whilst he thought of a plan.

"I understand,” said Denise, spreading her thighs a little more to show the snake that wandered from her thigh, curled over her groin, it's tail vanishing into her ripe pussy.

In her head the thought of an end to the life of secrecy made her almost drunk with excitement. How long would it take? What about frigid Joan? How would a settlement hurt Jake financially?

"I have to make a lot of preparations. It could take a year,” said Jake as he mentally switched gear. He could see now that his liaisons with Diane had an end in sight.

Six months?

A year?

He would then just have to move on, and so would Diane!