I’m back from hols with the next in my first chapters series.
Lindsey Park Manor
Wanting variety in your sexual
lust?
Then come to Lindsey Park Manor, near Thorpe-in-Lindsey, on the A159,
for a splendid three-night stay at a renowned manor house, equipped with rooms
and activities that will suit whatever predilection you should desire.
Prologue
Dear Mr Shaw,
I am delighted to confirm your
booking of a holiday package at Lindsey Park Manor. The ‘Weekend Kink’ course
is particularly popular for newcomers to the so-called ‘deviant’ sexual
practices we teach here. Most of the other delegates will be in the same
position as you and your wife, wanting to experience more than you currently do
in your lives. There will be the opportunity to experiment with various tools
and techniques such as whips and floggers within a safe—and
tutored—environment.
Please find attached a map of the
estate, with details of our location, and the ‘Weekend Kink’ programme with the
list of sessions, demonstrations or activities from which to choose.
Mistress Beatrice and I look
forward to welcoming you. Do feel free to contact us if you have any queries
beforehand.
I remain,
Your servant,
George Lindsey.
Hell! James put the letter down on the kitchen
worktop and stepped back, almost distancing himself from the evidence of his
folly. He was unsure if he had made a huge mistake booking this holiday for him
and his wife, Caroline, or if this would take things to the next level in their
relationship.
They had been together for twelve years since
meeting at university, married for eight, and on many occasions in the last few
months had tried out several BDSM toys. His attempt at wielding the bullwhip
brought a smile to his face. Instead of hitting Caroline’s backside, all he had
managed to do was knock over a vase that happened to be a family heirloom.
Okay, so it was bloody ugly and
deserved to be destroyed. The
whip had whistled up in the air and got tangled in the lampshade, much to his
humiliation. Meanwhile, Caroline rolled on the bed in hysterics. So much for
his attempt at dominance.
“What’s the look for?” James jumped as Caroline
walked into the kitchen straight past him and the incriminating evidence,
heading for the kettle.
Uh-oh.
James snatched the letter back, thrusting his
hand behind his back.
She stopped suddenly, half way to the sink, her
long blonde hair whipping around her face. The kettle was in one hand and her
other hand on her hip. With her good humour was gone, she frowned at his
action, clearly guessing something was up.
“What have you done?”
“Umm.” Oh
God. How do I tell her?
“James! You’re hiding something. Out with it.”
Her tone was commanding.
Anyone would think she is the
dominant one! James insisted
on taking control in sexual matters, but outside she could be very
strong-willed.
He finally broached it. “I’ve booked us a
weekend trip away.”
Confusion came over Caroline’s face. “That’s
good—and unexpected. Where?”
“At Lindsey Park Manor. It’s in Lincolnshire.”
Caroline frowned again. “Don’t know it. Why
there? We haven’t been talking about a holiday, and it isn’t my birthday or
anything.”
James cleared his throat. “It’s a special
venue.”
“Sounds like it. A manor and all. So, do they
have a spa or golf course?”
“Noooo.”
She put the kettle down with a bang. “James!”
“Okay, okay.” Taking a deep breath, he readied
himself for his big announcement. “It’s a place that does BDSM holidays. I’ve
booked us onto the package for beginners.” James’ heart was racing by the time
he finished.
Caroline’s blue eyes opened wide and her jaw
dropped.
James decided to jump in while he had the
chance. “It’s a beautiful manor in lovely grounds with great activities such as
whipping in the dairy, and flogging at the pillory, and a gala dinner, and—” He
stopped. Caroline was holding her hand out. She wiggled her fingers and James
suddenly realised she wanted the letter, which he handed over very tentatively.
She scanned it quickly, widening her eyes at
the point where he guessed it said deviant
sexual practices. He winced.
“And when did you decide on this?”
“I wanted it to be a surprise.”
His wife chuckled—and it wasn’t a nice one.
“Oh, it’s that all right.”
He nervously asked his next question, “So, are
you pleased?”
“Pleased?”
Uh-oh! Even if her tone didn’t sound good, her
expression told him how she felt. His heart plummeted and he knew he’d made a
big mistake.
“You expect me to bend over in front of an
audience and let you spank me, or flog me, or other things?”
Things couldn’t get worse so James went for it.
“Yep. Probably naked, too. That’s you, not me. At least I don’t think the Doms
get naked in public.”
There was a moment of utter silence before
Caroline burst out laughing. His mouth twitched and he couldn’t hold back the
smile as Caroline continued chuckling hysterically.
“It wasn’t that
funny. Come on, Caro. If you are really not happy then I can contact them and
cancel the booking.”
As usual when Caroline giggled that much, she
got hiccups. Taking some deep breaths, she held her nose before she could talk
normally. “Oh, darling. You’re not exactly Dom material. I mean, I know you are
in the bedroom, but really!”
James gave her a mock growl. “One of us has to
be the Dom, otherwise I’d imagine they will split us up and give us both a
Dom.”
Caroline’s eyes opened wide. “I’d love to see
you naked being led around by a woman yielding a whip.”
She yelped as he swiftly grabbed hold of her
and planted her on the worktop, arms either side of her legs as he brought his
face up right up to hers, narrowing his eyes as he did.
“If you ever think I’m having a woman spanking
or hitting me—even you, sweetheart—you can think again!” James had only been
joking about them both being given Doms. He would leave if that happened.
Before she got the chance to respond he spread
her knees wide, pushing up her skirt and pulling her close to him.
“Ooo!
Just what I like. A strong man.” She wrapped her legs around his waist and
leaned back slightly. “Go for it, lover.”
“Lift your butt, Caro. I don’t know why you
bother with knickers. In fact, I don’t know why you wear so many clothes. It
will be wonderful to have your gorgeous body naked and available to me at all
times when we are at the manor—if you want to go.”
His wife tensed and made a face. “Yes. You and
everyone else there. What happens if I don’t want others touching me or worse?”
James paused in the process of pulling
Caroline’s knickers off and frowned. “Well, for starters, they make it quite
clear everything has to be consensual. And, besides which, I will only let you
have sex with someone I approve of.”
Caroline looked intently at him. “Are you
serious about me having sex with others?”
He tried to sense her mood. “To be perfectly
honest, I have no idea until we are in that situation whether I could cope with
you having sex with anyone else. Even if I am, you still have to be happy doing
it.”
She nodded and he knew that meant she would go.
“Great. We’ll just see what happens and play it
by ear.”
Reaching down she cupped him through his jeans.
“Or play it by cock.”
James grunted and pushed her hand aside to pull
down his zipper to release himself. “If you are going to do any playing, do it properly.”
Caroline grinned and did as her husband
requested, fondling him just as she knew he liked. He throbbed in her hands.
“It’s always amazing how quickly you get me
going.” James groaned. “You’d better be wet because I’m coming ready or not!”
Her response was to widen her legs as he pulled
her right to the edge enabling him to slip inside her.
Oh yes, she’s ready, all right! Good thing she was on the pill. Condoms were
something he never needed to think about, although that might change after this
weekend if they started to include others in their lives.
Caroline gripped his shoulders tightly as she
moaned and pushed against him. He couldn’t hold back, and thrusting deeply
inside her as his balls tightened, they both yelled their release at the same
time.
James sighed. He just hoped Caroline would be
this eager when they were at the manor.
