ployed! “Hold the melodrama, Eva Lindt! Nobody wants revenge for your Friday evening gossip sessions, Your ms are just like you. They can use the notori ety. Whether people speak good or ill of you hardly 1 talking about yo Of course I knew that, it was the first rule of the business. ters, as long as they're . Casanova pointed to the hag where he'd put the green notebook. He explained: * *The Art of Spanking’ is my life. Nothing else matters to me 1 owe my finest moments of happiness to it, whether engaging in it firsthand or recalling it later to wr dra\ “Take it back. If you don’t, it'll end ' up in the toile ‘That would amaze me “You don’t believe me? Do T have to rip it to pieces before your eye T got up, opened my purse and brandished the famous notebook. If L were you, | wouldn't do that,” said Casanova. “You'll regret it.” “Are you trying to frighten me “Not at all, [think Clara is right, that you are more gifted than many oth ers for our art. I spotted you a long time ago, even if on television one usually sees the least interesting part of you. He then explained to me that he hadn't been on this train, in this eom- partment, by sheer chance. He'd antici- pated everything, with Clara’s complici- each person must live out r true uniqueness. It's the best lebrity. You'll be Eva Lindt, “the spanking queen.” If you don’t want to way to fashion a lasting under in a seedy lit- tle sex scandal in the Venice train sta- ion, it’s your only way out. Proclaim your love for spanking and you'll be admired, celebrated, invited every- where. As for me, I'd be happy to remain in the shadows, represented by a dream woman.” He knew how to get his way, Donatien Casanova, encoun 7:42 Paris-Venice train. He red on the was all th more persuasive since [had no choice So that’s why I chose to publish The Art of Spanking” under my own name, with my picture on the back cove As you now know, [am not exactly th me, and author. But if you mee your tastes coincide with mine. I will be most happy to write a new chapter with you... Eva Lindt (Jean-Pierre Enard) January 24, 1988MANARA:ENARD Translated by ELIZABETH BELL PelaRO LICA-Also Available Milo Manara AN AUTHOR IN SEARCH OF SIX CHARACTERS BUTTERSCOTCH CLICK! CLICK 2 DIES IRAE THE GREAT ADVENTURE HIDDEN CAMERA INDIAN SUMMER PERCHANCE TO DREAM SHORTS TRIP TO TULUM— De Jrarhing Master The Fost -Seankig —«]]j — Weasure lo the ye The Pronofits YS fran Ving — e CU Guanhings tre Neb Created Cgual — VI — Dre Untessing same cere . De . Soankor . frankedl =a La e byylied Cverctses—|[—— Lhe _Luanking Masterrack and sat down a legs brushed of those men wome cof I speak: my doubt Eva. You've idly seen pictures of me. Eva Lindt, The gossip the sultana of scandal. fight over my chronicles of sex lives of the stars. I Steph more, and that the little prine ha vague smile, ell you when n't sleeping with Anthe ny- y has a chest. I twisted in my seat. I dropped for dark-haired men my newspaper. ilitary types.if possi- stared out the We. they call me on tel appeared to be fixed on the p ry Friday at ten [ offer a tocks of the female passengers ging neckline and spicy thronged to get on board. A girl slunk ver through my sensual down the platform in front of us. Ultra- ness, you make the shorts molded th you've got. like a divine second skin, She walked get into my firs wind k to this guy... He walked with a wiggl from the nar Paris-Ver n. I despise airpla ry to what a up. [thought he was Id say, nothing ever the platfu he sank back th . Especially on long trips. his pocke I'd taken the 7:42. nselves to seat. He wall green book out of ned some pages and began ~ Just at this moment, A warm, blue to write fever sum I was wearing a seoop-ne the sue ein m 2 it ereep up my thighs that makes them say m alone in the window seat, facing fe ward. The man looked over thi ) seats without so much as a glance in my han they meant to. Iwas . Very slowly. I J and picked up th empty“It’s all in there,” he said. “At least, the best that life has brought me. ‘That’ 1 want to write a book. “The Art of Tt is and ought to be! Just as yours should be Eva... He'd racked up a point. [love to be recognized, He reached to take the not book back from me, and despite myself I stared at his hai Js, large and rough, with diaphan palms. Hands meant to slap and to stroke, to off, jerk off, sed . He noticed, holding ba . almost fragile hai ce, sei declared. y admit a penchant for whips and than for a fe peent whacks! You've ably My first reaction was to say som ke, “Oh, ni But [ already Casanova too ever been spanked. you don't! en across Europe, » be named that T never have! Not the way you me 0 one understands what sp is. Some think it a child’s puni sa tu inking ment. the to the most wor- 4 generous part of rous mania. But orm of homa; a woman: her buttocks. Did you know, Eva, that the human bei living thing endowed with buttocks? A We have that arrogant, adorable roundness that attra trudes, provokes. In women it takes the shape of delectable curves, an ple appeal to the hand. To spank is not to beat. It is to caress and to violate «I the only mals have a post re it the same - magnific ier the hand, stiff- to beg the next blow. the know of nothing buttocks that buck en, then re: They give th same motior better th her while observing the effeets. He tore the notebook from my and leafed through it ray series of notes written sk selves and rebel i i It's maki: love idly, revealing a black ink and masterful as the one on the le pa “V've put it all in he just anyd you're woman enough to appr It felt as if my buttocks were sudden- ly burning on the leather bench. I want- ed to get up, but it was as though some great weight pinned me to the seat, which had molded itself beneath me a hand. 1 glanced out the win were nearing Dijon,Suan WG Teel Yursl (PD‘The train had pulled to a stop at the platform. A loudspeaker informed us there would be a two-minute stop. A woman around thirty, red hair in a chignon, pale complexion, appeared in partment. She was holding the hand of a geumpy litle hoy, his face smeared with the remains of astrawberry lollipop. “Sit down, Julier “Sorry.” the doorway of our she said. id Casanova, “L beg your pardon?” the woman said. “I wanna sit down,” whined. “Alll these seats are taken,” Donatien reported. “I don’t see...” the woman stam- mered. “The rest hay on ou Rome. We're nfederaey of Erot SD: surely you “ve anod. Tadded, “If you can’t find another seat, sta sin. Besides. uur little boy's really cute! Hike him, 1 uld teach him a few games he hasn learne The housewife fled, dragging her brat by the arm. My « seemed “Did you like her botto ired. Too flat, too anonymous. you learn more about spanking, understand that not all women ¢ in!” The people on the platform, the lug- gage carts, chimneys, telephone pol began to file by. We were moving again. My companion pointed a finger at the green notebook: “Well, read it now!” “Twas just © you. Li serewing, knowing nothing of the lights of the spanking. Nor did Iki which, like any otf an art, on sa tal and Newton, in the bathtub and oreh Where could [ have suc nth of ah din of ple was cightee already espoused the pursui as my guiding light, My fri at lengths to seduce 1s kiss re ds went to oung girls, man- 1 some aging a few p petting afte sand hours of movies. 1 had worked it ul it was ¢ ade it her professis like all true libertines, I find whe ancest nothing ©address from my godfather, Giacomo, who had seen to a major part of my edu- cation. Ah, Gina! Twenty years old, breasts like inner tubes I clung to so | wouldn't go under as I plunged into her med sex, creamy and deep, red-r' smooth, with a scent of apricot and 1 one of th tie derridres Pd ever seen. She knew it, nd didn’t hide it, [loved to see her tight jeans clinging to he the tw coral. Gina most fant skin, mol ie nerous globes that jutted out at the hip, swaying as she walked, Most of th » she'd waste no time between customers, Gina wore only panties, the met lon that rent slightly softened those milky, perfeetly- Imagine her! In front, a 4 pubic hair adorned her lips, that greedy slit, the volup- tuous o¢ id, her rock- after the ol heaved like two dancers in an inextrica- ing, rubbing loave ble tango. “In short, Gi didn’t a drove me wild, and I egret the thousands of lire I dropped on her three ke had only or was a nes a we regret, really: ( ofessional. She yielded to every The Chinese,’ in which the woman folds by whim, as long as she got her prie legs at the hips so her heels rest on hi buttocks: “The Swimming Frog,’ wh she lies face down nd wraps her legs a ound the man; * tis.” making *, the won back to her lover: *Milking,” i implies, th love on a ch p which, as its nan man comes between he: functionary of love—she adored novelty, sh her own variations and suggested them to small additional fee. But, following the pr of ‘This made her clients, for honor, Gina never came me miserable. Her tender words, her reparte encouragement 7 at just the nsolat even the obsce ght m for her indifference ment, were no “L was young then, I didn’t that a prostitute who doesn’t come is more honest than a lover who pre to. And we place too much importance on this, too. Pleasure is never found where the sexologists say it should be. “Th de d out on the bed: na was str with both hands, she guided my sex ard her russet grotto. I “My body w: hands kneading her si bulbs, when [suddenly raised my eyes to e wore the f my tender equest blank expr: jon of someone thinkinsomething ¢ what she would have for dinner that night, or reliving for the hundredth time the tragic affair of Scarlett O'Hara and Rhett Butler: ‘Gone With The Wind” was her favorite film. times let me get by on credit, it was because there was an ironic twinkle in nded her of Clark Perhaps she was listing And if she som my eye that ren Gable... “Sensing her elsewhere, in the vicini ty of Atlanta, I guessed, I flew into a fury. As though of its own accord, my hand rose and slapped the buttock. [had never spanked anyone before. I'd never thought of it. I'd barely been aroused by such scene fot on the in lewd novels. “The result was astounding, Gina jerked forward. r eyes lit up; bend- ing over me, she pressed her lips to mine, driving her tongue into my mouth, probing me T repeated the act, landing a louder and more een- tral whack on both cheeks. My Amazon leetrifying me whinnied with pleasure. She quivered atop me, her sex grew dense as the trop- ics... [could control myself no more. I thrashed that bottom, wriggling to my u nded joy, burning beneath my ompanied me with fero- tinguishable from crie of pleasure. d. The room, the street sounds, the humid bed- palms. Gina a cious moans ind I was transpor ding ceased to exist. I was riveted to those buttocks, reddening in their splen- dor beneath my hands. Eternity, I learned, was this ass that danced |. sighed, clf on my beneath my palms. Gina pwiste swooned. She impaled he sex: she was so agape she could have engulfed my balls. She covered me with a flow of lava, screaming her pleasure at the top of her lungs. I responded with a jet of jism shooting out sts that seemed to go on forever. “When I found myself back in the street, I went over the seene again. My n bu normal relations with women seemed suddenly devoid of all zest. ered a rare pleasure in spanking: ov whelmed me. [had only one regret: Fd smacked Gina’s rad couldn't wateh what wa Imag observ ass unseen, I going on, . this the motion of her posterior beneath my blows, drawing out my ges- tures like a film in slow motion the better to savor them, excited me to the point where it was difficult . I raised my head. Casanova’s eyes were still on me. Without realizing it, Vd my thighs. My » above m » walk. slipped my hand betwe leather skirt had ridden Ik panties, I wasn’t exactly caressing myself, but my palm was pressed foree fully against my sex as thoi press the palpitation that had su me as [ read the green notebook. to sup- Li “Do you like it?” asked Donatien Casanova. But he q kly added, “Don’tanswer yet! I didn’t understand right away the tremendous attraction of spanking, either, I was gifted, it’s true, bi Thad a ways to gc Despite myself, I tugged down my tight skirt, stretching it over m could. Fo had on p as best I once, I was almost sorry I tive clothes. This man, felt terribly dangerous to voK this strange me. He was upsetting all my givens, beginning with the verity that one must never strike a woman. “Even with a rose.” my grandfather always said, because it ruins the flower and does not improve the woman.” I'd have gladly nged places with Gina. I felt aggrieved that, out of an excess of respect for the famous Eva Lindt, none of my lovers had ever spanked me. ‘They would stroke, caress, suck, fuck. spank, never! They were too afra my reaction. Poor things, if they'd had the slightest int ion... The sun was streaming throu window. I felt as though its rays were shi though I were naked. Casanova looked at his watch. “Il buy you a cup of coffee,” h said. “Unless you'd prefer to continue reading...” | hesitated, but I'd already imagined myself in Gina’s place. I had to know what happened next. “A little later, thanks,” I said. “L thought s0,” C dl. This man was definitely dangerous And damned seductive! ing through to my sex, searing, as sanova repGina awaited me on the next page. She was shown from the back, but from the curve of the hips, the hollow of the back and the hair cascading down the at once. It nd Donatien had taken partic- pture the excitement of shoulders. I recognized he was she ular care to re her buttocks. I'm not bad myself, in that depart- ment. My bottom has several wor pers who have lauded it in word and deed. Fee seen photos where I'm leaning for ward at the waist, my elbows propped on a stool, presenting my d © to th viewer. And believe me, it’s worth it: slim, tense, coquettish, and quite cheeky enough! But Gi broke all r as drawn by Casanova, As. If there we test for the most glorious ass in the world, she'd walk off with the title of Butt Beautiful. G two full, supple hemispheres: superb cor ea con- "s buttocks were tender domes; firm tasty bonbons: imp- ish melting pears. Gina’s buttocks w provocations to spanking, pinching. grabbing. You wanted to smack them, lick them, nurse on them, kiss them, b them, trounce them, Gina’s buttocks were desires, whims, mani ms you could touch, finger, weigh in the hands. A fantasy bottom, but “really real,” as a child would say. Donatien Casanova nodded. “Ah, yes.” he said, “she had the same effect on everyone, man or woman. You know. even to think about her gets my hand itching! He wasn’t lying. His wrists and fin gers shook like he had Pa ease. And that was just the memory, the n the son's dis recall of an unparalleled summit art of spanking. back to i Twas “Lhad only one desire: to Gina’s and give her a spank sure would bri her as much delight as it would to me. But pleasure is height ened by delay. I forbade myself to urn, Twandered the streets all n I finally ended up at a bookst stayed open late. There I discovered a slim volume that at last shed some light my newfound taste: ‘In Praise of Spanking,” by Jacque “The same merchant had a sizable shelf of books devoted to * tion.” I picked up a few of them, but the of schoolgirls punished with the Serguiny english educa~ stori switch were monotonous to me. In my mind, spanking shouldn’t be a punish ment. It should never take that form, even as a game, Spanking should be practiced solely for the pleasure of the two participants. Any rationale would deprive it of its uniqu “When I paid for my pi bookseller remarked, ‘Since you nes: chases, the com to be an aficionado, too, allow me to sug gest a visit to 12, rue Cavour, You won't be disappointed.”“The next day, true to my resolve, | again postponed my visit to Gina. I wanted to savor the hours between me and my next visit. I envisioned that unique derriére straining toward my palms, quivering beneath my blows... I could think of nothing else. 1 went into a movie theatre. Marcello Mastroianni and Monica Vitti notwithstanding, I left after fifteen minutes... Walking the streets was worse. I couldn’t stop sta ing at women’s rumps as they passed. There were all kinds. Brazen, boring. generous. emphatic, gluttonous, lubrici- tous, arrogant, disdainful, queenly, big oted. austere, disguised, promising... I'd have liked to have one of those magi cal machines children dream of, allowing one to perceive the hidden nakedness all around. I imag imp roomy shorts, naughty lace. The girl Pd ined globes of flesh oned in ¥ nk or black panties, been watching for some time, rolling her fanny in a tight skirt that narrowed at the knees, had to be wearing a transpar- ent, raw silk panty cut high on the but- tocks, barely covering the mound of Venus. A peep show starring her tuft of dark frizz. Another. I’d have bet on it, wore nothing at all beneath her school- girlish scotch-plaid kilt. “With each step the harsh material clung to the fragile skin, in my mind’s eye, milky and freckled. “LT couldn't bear it any longer. I recalled the address the bookseller had given me. I went there. It was a three- story house with its shutters drawn. When I rang the bell, it once by a maid in classic costume, black swered at an dress, white apron. she asked. “She was such a picture of a “Yes; sir? respectable home’s maidservant that [ almost thought I’d been mistaken. I nearly left without a word. She under- and, with the tiniest of smiles, said, ‘Follow me.” stood my he: “She. too, knew how to emphasize what interested me most in a woman. She walked slowly, lifting like sacred nee at the goblets each fleshy protube base of her pelvis in turn, It was a sup- ple, majestic motion, like a sacred the velvet and illumined dance. Merely to follow her dow hallway d aped i by glints through stained glass, | w seized with a thoroughly uncontrollable erection. The maid showed me into a salon, Enthroned there was a woman of sixty or so, her cheeks e cessively rouged, grey hair pulled back with a pearl comb, bare slack arms ringed with silver and gold bracelet “ *Someone to see you. Madame,” said the maid. She went out. “I found myself alone with this matron, who extended a limp hand to me in greeting. ‘Make yourself at home. young man. Call me Cordelia.Everyone here ealls me Cordelia.” 5-Good day, Mad I stam- meres “Cordelia,” she cted me. ting the sylla- t, “L had a hard bles out. In C anaged to rey elia.” A silence fell upon us, during which I cursed the bookseller and my ow recklessness and began thinking of ways to flee. Cordelia, howev observed me awhile with half- having al losed eyes, declared, ‘I know what you’re At your age, you don't come look- ing for old women!” “She gestured toward a door direct y from the armehair in which she sat, which had opened without my notic~ ing it. “Come, we'll take € “I obeyed. of you.” Another walk down a velvet-carpeted corridor, then I entered a small well-lit bedroom. A ve young girl was waiting, seated on the bed. She had barely reached the age of consent and wore only a fine cotton shift through which her young breasts formed delicate points. She gestured to me to sit down next to her. “+L am Sophie, here,” she told me. “You don’t have to tell rm “She had a shrill nd offer taste ned toward me had an acid: r lips. which ikke English cherri “Do you like me! “I didn’t really like her, but I couldn’t tell her so. I mumbled a vague ched her to me. She was skinny. I grasped her bu reply and ¢ actual tocks. two nutshells, sharp barely filled my han and hard. I missed the m: with her voluptuousass. And at that me e walked in. “L see you've gotten acquainted,” she said. no, Monsieur. We have to deal with Sophie first ‘She took t pulled her to she snatched off th oung girl's hand an standing po shift. The adole s. Slender ry short hi The maid turned r buttocks ent stood naked torso, blonde p just starting to her around to show n The gue promise ofl ~The mi She said, ‘Wate ‘The ma nd fuller than I'd in short, the were rounder They we ks.. sat on the bed next to, drew Sophie to her and vs. She took e child's bot ach it, It’s soft It hasn't been used ye upple, fir A gift fit king, Monsieur, but you're it from here on.” a pt to touch © began with a series of pinches tp Sophie’s buttocks. that | k and w The adoles knees like a fish My sex sti he maid fresh from the net. irmed « She then went on to a sort of light this at ra-striping, beneath my pants reached over, and casifly. My organ burst out, swollen and purplish. The young girl peppered it with delicate kisses while the maid rained a torrent of loud, violent smacks on her that brought tears to the eyes. The maid took my hand again. * ‘Feel how she’s burning, Mon sieur!” too much, ‘The spectacle of the spanking had excited me beyond nation. [tilted Sophie aside and d down on the bed. | skirts, She was we Je cotton panties that covered her hottom completely. I snatched them off so brutally the 1. She let o brief laugh of contentment and whis- pered: “AL your service, sir. She got on her knees on the be head lowered. n much like the faithful facing Mecea to pray. Her but- tocks bulged, full heavy balls spread to a posit reveal the violet flower of her anus. “1 set to it avidly, my hand spread wide to Ate: e with a small throaty laugh ver as much surface as pe ch blow, the maid encouraged I struck t, certain she could bear without restr even more. Besides, | was so aroused that I could never have harmed her. Only cold-blooded sadists hurt their vie- tims, Such practices have nothing to do ful art of spank- with the gentle and y ing... ’ “L whacked the maid’s plump quiv ing ass. [saw h place her hand nt between her thighs and begi e. "Yes. Monsieur, hersel harder She slid herself n to place her Sophie wast under her compan snatch just at the maid's face. ‘The old pat it, her it as the T happily woman at once began to | tongue fi irl’s mouth king into the a cooperated and, without m in spanking the full-che slipped my penis between the adoles- cent’s lips. “I was faseinated by those buttocks as they tensed, gave themselves, drew back and returned in rhythm with my ng a beat ked bottom, spanking. ‘The maid went to work on her p faster and more ve ny striking, She suddenly stiffes sereamed, “No!” utton, her sighs « ng L adjusted and hemently. “In my beginner's naiveté. | thought Thad hurt her. But T quickly und stood as I watched her wriggle and buck At the same moment she in raptu drew Sop! *s vulva into her mouth, labia and clitoris together. gripping.kneading, sucking it. The girl shud- dered and abandoned herself to the cli- max, emitting an amber and lemon scent into the room. As for me, it would have been ill-mannered to prolong my plea- sure any longer. I spurted down Sophie’s throat a jet of liqueur that nearly choked her. “Then I savored my joy, in each hand a differing, delightful ass. My visit to rue Cavour had taught me one thing: to forget about preconceptions.”IV (-Spanting“Tickets, please.” We were approaching Vallorbe, on the Swiss border. Th tall gangly blond with a rather chai awkward manner. inspector was a ng. His eyes fastened on tation in my T-shirt, my breasts dark nip He was obviously taken with me. 1 with t les naked beneath handed him my ticket with a smile I ust ally ¢ for male politicians I'm pterview. Th n swerved st his bal- on the hillside and he nea ked. “Are you?” [ replied. Unfortunately, my shift ends at ausanne ‘Too bad,” I said, putting the ticket k in my | ty to shift afford him a glimpse of my pant dark fur. Without r from the spectacle, he Casanova’s ticket. se, T took the opportuni tly, my thighs opening to (1 oving his eyes punched ‘Then he turned and regretfully went on to the other compart My eyes followed him. His lower hack rocked seductively with a ments. noncha- lant gait. | wondered if 1, too, wouldn't enjoy kneading a d spanking his railway employee's ass. As though reading my thoughts. Donatien Casanova remarked: “Good looking guy. Nice ass...” Does he interest you?” No, Ive no taste for boys. But I ad it from your eyes like a sub way poste could re I was a bit put out to be so easily seen through. [ rejoined: “There’s no hiding anything from you!” “Everything on the subject is of aim their love interest to me. Men proc for women’s buttocks, The reverse is . Yet many of you admit that fe at ass on a man is just as rarely tru it’s one of the A tant as es you notic am imps woman.” He was right, there was no point in arguing. I returned to the book, askir “Didn't you see Gina aga “Of course I did! without h Cordelia’s had a very be learned that pl dent on one given pr en note him: I couldn't live But my experience at effect. I not depen- ire rson, however wellI thought of all the men I'd known until thea, Especially Patrick, an aristo- cratic young buck with his own television show. We had met on the set, in front of the camera. He knew my reputation as a man-killer, and went all out to sedue me. ‘Toothpaste smile, melting looks, voice like a cello. I gave in to his assault. He took me back to my place. He jumped on m in his Burb the apartment was open. [ heard the ele- ight in the entryway, still trenchcoat. The door to alled on different floors. can’t wail a moment longe Patrick mumbled, foraging between His extreme passion aroused me. I hooked my legs around his waist and gave myself up to him. He held me by the buttocks, redden But not ah ng with the effort. ron his brilliantined head fell out of place, After a few seconds h ulated a few drops of sperm which, amazingly. induced a gigantic orgasm in me. We went on this way for several weeks. Patrick took me anywhere and everywhere, in the most unlikely posi- tions, and I climaxed like a lost soul. He avoided traditional locales. beds, couch- es. sofas. divans. bedrooms or ¢ This realize pets. I fine with me until one da d thin; that he always arran so he could see his own reflection. Wh: thrilled him about our affair was that he. Patrick de Whatever. was getting of f with the famous Eva Lindt. Ifa photo rapher had come upon us he would doubt—for onee—have held an e for the whole sixty seconds that make up ute! That instant, | decided I'd had it with nareissistie sex night [picked up a str ‘That same er, and togeth- th heaven, exploding suns and shooting stars that lasted a lot than my TY idol. “We all have our memories.” Casanova said. “Some bitter, some But in the end I find that | am always grateful to anyone who has afforded me pleasure. Even for the fest instant.” Now I knew that this man was tele- patl Thad an impulse to get out of the compartment to avoid having him delve hi too deeply, But some ng held meback... The green notebook... The need to know more... Or do more. I replied randomly. “Gi “Lowe her everything. You'll see—I |. too? won’t interrupt you again.” He lit a Monte Cristo number 3 ‘The compartment filled with an aromat blue smoke that wafted through of sunlight. I put my hand between my thighs without shame and continued reading, softly jostled by the “After three maddening, delicious rays in. days of waiting. | showed door. She seemed disturbed to see me. She greet: pat Gina’s J me with a pout: It’s you!” “L only had eyes for her ly, the r pubis, the roundness of her hip where it gave way to the buttock. I gave her a plump angle of her wn bi kiss on the lips to which she responded without enthusiasm. She hadn’t made up her mind whether to let me in or not. Despite my disappointment, I took stock pered, “You have someone here?” “No.” Are you waiting for someone?” of the situation and wh “No. Then let me come in.” “I'm not sure I should.” “TL burst out laughing and asked, Turn a new leaf? Have you decided to enter the convent?” “What's the matter, Gina? o—that’s just it,’ she answered. “With this willfully enigmat But ins reply ‘ad of we decided to let me taking me to her bedroom as usual, she led me into a small siting room, very bright. furnished with a couch, two arm- It was just sand a low glass table. the oppo: te of her rococo boudoir, sat uch and took in these austere surroundings with their simpl ‘on the «4 . clean lines. I was dumbfounded, and it showed. Gina knelt before me and took that my hand in an emotional gest owed nothing to professiona “ "Don't look like that! You" in my home. My real home, I've never brought a client in here!” “Twas aroused. Seeing Gina at my feet, her voluptuous mouth at the level of my sex, her heavy breasts I had so often lifted to my lips and sucked, drove memad with desire. [had a painful ¢ spanking I had in th joy had me pulsat ation ptic I could scarcely ain bhing Gina with my knee, bot her like a thresh- ing machine. “1 swallowed, and asked in a k “Surely you know... “She lay back on the white wool car head resti sistible pet. stretched like a cat, he on one hand, off i me her “ofile. A feverish nd in a slightly more con- rump in udder ran +. I said: ina, don’t play guessing games miled like k. “Schoolboys always like to play at phinx, and shot 1s the maste —— Ww ight he “Tl give you money. I know [ask more than the others. a. let's go to the bedroom.” All you like. Just he turned onto her stomach and raised her buttocks toward me. They nder and firmer than ever, by a white silk panty that encircle stopped halfway up. leaving the sloping + of he Without looking at m valley naked. nd the uppe ed over her if the Teclutched a wild gesture snatched panties, which ri the silken ht them to my lips. I breathed in The girl. fh small ery of sury Her buttocks wer straining toward me with everythi ped in two. in my hand brou Gina’s heady juices on the carpet, let out «rapt now had. She was w the next move Astounded by my own ferocity, I thrust the shred of silk unde next to my skin... It was as though the contact switched on ting and I didn’t disappoint her my sh some violent, ur ble machinery T contemplated those arrogant buttocks, palpit though with a heartbeat of own. “1 stor 1 up and said to her, must obey me, Gina.”“She didn’t answer, but her body was vibrating with pleasu “Kneel down with your head on the * 1 comman couc want to see nothing but your ass. Give it to me!” She took the I had demanded, head and shoulders on the black leather of the seat, hands on the floor, so she could stretch out her but- I knelt beh kneaded the two globes. I pinched th position tocks to me. di her and m. massaged them, spread them to reveal the violet orifice of her anus nipped th bled them. “L slipped my tongue into the chan ui ing with desire. gently, like a them m, inhaled them, nib- " slid it toward her sex, strean I pulled back then, and s, gave her a series of infinitesimal taps that raised the barest pinkness in the delicate flesh. Yes... like thay I didn’t have to be asked twice. 1 a sighed. heightened the tapping, firmer now, on ne buttock then the othe my right hand, now my left. Gina red, ath, but int. With no other con using now dened, labored, gasped for br made no comp! I d with a sudden orgasm; a tact than my palms on her buttoc was sei spray of sperm fell on the white carpet. I gripped Gina’s hips and commanded: “Lick it up! “She got down on all fours and, butt skyward like a fe in heat, proceeded to lap up my seed. This sight stimulated A primal force stiff- dif new vigor in me. ened me anew: I would have s Thadn’'t feared breaking the sf “My hands came down Gina’s burning buttocks. But this was no longer enough. I wanted everything at once, to drink at her souree, to dr myself into her rosebud. penetrate her to the throat and roll on her breasts with my whole body. I wanted to be one of those gods you see in pictures with innu- merable arms. But I needed countless other members to possess her every pos I'm not sure what sible way at once... but at « we did next »int I found Gina was lying My sex was throbbin between her breasts as she pressed th " spank her bottom, which had r myself on the floor. across me. ether with her hands. I conincandescence, patterned with mauve and white strips. At the same wanked her with my right kne rather, she rubbed against me vigorou ly. We continued thus, clutching one another, when she was seized with an She flooded my leg Iding tide as I ejaculated between her breasts, We rolled ch other, clenched in the privileged the first to detach herself, She strode over to the und to see her tracks of intense convulsion, with a se abyss of eestasy, Gina wa nd twisted ar bed with th bottom, still insc the spanki ror ‘Oh. God. what will Hugo * “Do you have a lover? IT the Are you jealous?” ICT were, E would “You're right, my young C I'm unfaithful to each of you with the be he sanova. others. several ti © “But thi esa day Hugo. Yes, Hugo. He's a very n tleman, probably three times your age. He doesn’t do much with me, but he too, adores my bot do: he He'll be shocked by these marks. Hh hate to lose him.” Not the way you |. savers it. =P tell him I fell in the bathtub, that I slipped on a bar of sap... ‘That will nake him want to baby me he picked up my clothes and tossed them to me. “*He’s coming soon, so hurry! | nts to meet each oth h You all know each one, | must be don't want my cli when they e what Lam, but fo ‘que... I was filled with Will you bring him in he had no desire to move. a languid gratitude. Having made ( climax filled me with a moronit pride, Normal vanity, at age twenty sort of Get a move on, Donatien.” Can't I stay? “+Who Neapol heavy, earo! “She shrugged her shoulders and said. me to get mad. I'd be terrible to part like that.” » you think you are? A You're not that re seriously. “Don't force pulled on my pants and knotted my tie. Despite myself, I felt a tight in my stomach as I listened to Gina’s words. “We're parting... for the moment, “twe? to me and, with an ndoubtedly used on all the good husbands who passed She came ov automatic motion she through her bedroom, straighte ed my“ ‘No,’ she explained, ‘we can't see each other anymore. It’s over! You've given me pleasure, I’ve given it to you We're even. But I'm a whore. [can’t allow myself this sort of indulgence.” “L was thunderstruck. I stammered: back?” You... you don’t want me to come “Never again. As customer or lover. [can’t have lovers, You found out how to make me come. It’s too dan- gerous for me. “TL argu had to But I knew it was useless. Gina adhered to the ethics of her profession. couldn't change her mind. “Before [ left for the last time, I shot a parting glance at the geometri that spare anonymity that had be perhaps, a sort of permission for our 1 awhile longes I room, “Gina hustled me out, giving me a sweet little pat on the buttocks. me one last kiss on the lips, th he gave as she after me: Ihave plenty of called So long! You closed the door : bottoms to spank “I didn’t want to make a liar of he “Wel asked Donati “And y “Lkept my word. I never lasanova. never saw Gina again?” went back Surely you must have tried to learn what became of her, though, I persist- Donatien shook his head sadly. He explained: “Definitely not! ‘The art of spanking not a novel, It’s an initiatory drama. A way of transforming those not yet eon- quered by the delights of the pra werfecting the skills of the rest. The art of spanking is lightness, irony, play Allis fal east nothing hurts for real. You speak to me of her destiny! and Life as comic oper but at I prefer Gina’s ical data. What married one of memory to any biogray do I care whether she her customers who's a judge, or is out hustling on the sidewalks I don’t like fanatics. I’ve seen pl ty in my profession, righters of wro: new philosophers defending the West over coffee in some cafe, reformers 1 ba ly to put us all beh r own good, or prophets inspired ath to the directly by God to deal « del. At hey've frightened m times amused me, but I've always detest- ed them, their bad faith, their blindness, their stupidity elevated to doctrine d the grven noteb Tere, take it hack hy of it. I proffer Casanova afraid I'm not w He refused with a wave of his hand. He wanted to achance. Ahi book “Passport?” It was the customs offi-ale iY pees AM Suankings treThe customs officer opened the grcen notebook to the first page, and his eyes met Gina’s buttocks stretched out to He let out a low whistle of n, then scoured me with his eyes from head to foot. Donatien: admirat But I'm afraid this document, accurate though it is, won't do!” He gave me back the notebook, which I tossed onto the seat. 1 laugh was flattering that he thought that gor- geous ass was mine! Casanova handed his passport to the inspector, who gave it “Congratulations,” he said. I was torn betwe and rage. After all, it ee. The guy clearly wasn’t interested in men. a cursory gla T rummaged in my purse but couldn't seem to find my papers. Twas getting upset. The official aggravated my impatience, repeating: “Your passport, Madame? Then T d that Pd left it in my suitease. I stood up and, with my nem back to my companions, stretched up on tiptoe to search through my baggage. At that moment I felt a hand brush over y rump, and then, since I didn’t react, boldly squeeze my buttocks! I had finally unearthed my passport. I whipped around, hoping to catch the perpetrator in the act. Casanova was in his place. ‘The cus toms inspector had his properly seat hand open to receive my papers. He read the name several times, spelled it out, gazed at me again, then burst out: “Dll be darned! ognized you! I nev I should ha 5 ees miss your show!” I thanked him with a narrowing of the eyes, rather perturbed. He paid no attention, then nodded toward the green. notebook: “Please don’t mind me. That got me a bit off balance. I seem to have lost my head. Even though I’ve seen plenty, in this business...” With a satisfied laugh, he added, “Well then, do you have any- thing else to decla I shot a stormy glance at Casanova, who was observing the scene | amused spectator. The customs man gave me back the passport, then went out, calling over his shoulder: Eva Lindt... I'l remember this! When he had clo: ment door, | wheeled around: ‘You might have refr “Prom whi d the compart- ined * Donatien interrupt- ed. fou know damned well!” your bottom “Tt wasn't L The inspector did employee! In the formance of his duties! out abuse of power less than that. A governme It was out-and- People got fired for I knew that Casanova wasn’t the sort to lie. Not on thi ject... [stammered: Damn right, he'll r cmber this!Casanova offered me a cigarette. As he lit i “You have to understand him. He told you himself, the drawing set him off. And you have an extremely attractive bottom. isseur, He didn’t wish to offend you but to he said ‘Take it from a con you homage. Accept it for what it is.” “The man’s an obsessive! anova let out a long sigh. “L see you haven't read enough, yet. Of course, Ido have an obsession, like any art lover. Do you know anyone more what In my own way, 'm a obsessive than collectors. no matte! it is they amass’ collector of bottoms: “What about the rest?) The minds. bodie: imaginations, fantasies women have. do you give a damn about that? ‘You wouldn't be Eva Lindt if you believed what you've just sai He was right. and I felt. in retre spect, rather foolish. Casanova, se he'd gained some ground, continued: “First of all, not all buttocks are of interest ton The same way certai Women aren't attractive to certain men. Or the other way around, if you prefe And that’s for the best! But i there are admirable asses that amount to walking p s true pvocations. Like yours, my dear Eva... But read the next chapter.” ‘Certain bums are irresistible. The exert a pull on the hand the way a bottle draws a drunkard or a slipper entrances the fetishist. You'd follow bottoms like that to the ends of the earth, The minute you see them, your throat goes dry with r rhythm, interplay. You worry: excitement. You observe the their sway, the what if they are so evidently destined to bestow? e you the pleasure they Often, they know nothing about it. No one’s ever suggested it. Or it ins a childhood memory... Or perhaps an engraving of a cani school, from the beginning of the centu- ry, elicits a smile. Then you become Pygmalion. The pleasure of spanking is doubled by the pleasure of xin an English achit Even enlightening. Long-l ting affairs can be built on such grounds. Spanking can hid x pleasure out 0 ing. The buttocks don’t have to be per- fect, On the cont An ass is like Too much beauty is chill- anything else ing. touch 1 admire it without wishing to Who has ever dreamed of mak- ing love to the Gioconda? Not even Leonardo himself. Mona Lisa’s pout would be alive with impish joy if do had trussed up her skirts, spun her over his knee and whacked her on the bottom! “One sures up to some standard of ele- , or because someone’s skin would be the envy of beauty sehools every- 't aroused because a curve me ganewhere. Fashion photographers special- butts, ize in those motionless, rectilinear to all appes ‘ances as flavorless as they are fleshless. To sell pantyhose or panties, advertising inflicts on the publi the sight of fannies flatter than a polit h. It is a triumph of boredom. These bi -e probably good for si ing in cloth. But th spee tocks reproduced in newsprint we on or dr lack the gusto of asure, of aking ‘The aficionado of spanking ignores He walks the streets unfettered by conventions. open to any form of ene narrow buttocks that seem to falt the dictates of fashion. ter. There are atop the legs as though embarrassed to be on view; their shyness makes them stand out all the more. ‘There are rounded bottoms. chubby-cheeked” ones— ns. There are bu ¢ from denim je mischievous asses, scarcely curved at all slightly angulai pants so tight you can see the pantyline Wide, strong asses that jut out with their foi n encased in false flat asses that look be the m al their secret softness arrogant asses whose owner e of thei miss a chance to bend ov hidden beneath long ski . su only when a gust of air from a subway a flee mental asses, rigid ls them fe uny depending on mood, now lively now threatening, tense; languid on lazily swaying, that shimmy at the hand’s approach; ble pants; clever ones, with the merest hint nocent ones with impece iding beneath cotton under- rves ther as of asymmetry, that tease eachthey tantalize you; falsely slim and truly fat on eeping asses lying in wait for the awakening kiss: vibrant ase: incite- ents to debauche le ones, their : am nyaney well tested in years of good ; blushing virgins desir- and loyal service: ing more and more, enticing you ever farther toward deli “It is an embarrassment of riche: hts of no return. At times they require a cireuitous advance. At times they acknowledge re Paris-Marseille themselyes at the first con hap train, one long night wh ned to me on n the sleeping rs were full and I'd ended up a cor ner of the smoking car in second class. “My companions there were from the North, and passing around a walkman with a single cassette: Sylvie Vartan, with her doleful voice and doleful buttocks. They ring soldiers drinking be allowed as how the army had its advan- tages, at least they weren’t unemployed. They spoke of re-enlistment, wonde if they'd make junior offi r grade, given their meager education. Such was the state of Europe. “I was bor With my lined face and trencheoat, I was an old man to them. Or worse, like that. drag. It was th into the aisle and saw her, Or rather it, her butt A of her yel a professor, something Not quite an enem n that T just a ast a glance st at the level of my ey round mass ready to burst ou low shorts, so brief th ealed the endearing fold of s buttock, a heady promise of intimacy. 1 ontemplated at length this bottom h ering bef the sol- iers, dullards typi e my eyes, to whic of th paid not the slightest heed. [imagined station,slightly emer anned by the sun, pools of ng color on the upper buttock, flesh. I joned the When I them, I saw I was being watched ¢ woman had probably sensed the fix ity of my gaze. rked tan lin + soft, fir closed my eyes and envi impact of my hand on that ski She had turned around to confront the voyeur. I knew at once and that she had plumbed my reveri “In fact, she turned her back on me again and resumed her position with a certain added brashness. As if, leaning elbows on the windowsi her stance to off posterior. ‘Thus situated, we let the ham- lets file by. We didn’t move, but I divined in the crude thrust of her body, the ced her h adjusted her shorts, that my fellow trav das T aslosh in their Kanterbrau, soon dropped off to sleep. I slipped into the le. ay she p nd when she eler was as he soldie: he woman and I were the only . dark, us bosom overflowing ones left awake. § was blond eyed, with a gen her pink T-shirt. W lities of exchanged the req- juaintanceship n. No, she w she was Germ staying long in Mai way to Algeria. He not a student—a t Spanking? She blushed and pretended not to understand. I imitated the gesture on imaginary buttocks of little dey- ils. She burst out laughing: What couldTbe talking about? That sort of punish- ment was outdated after Freud! I was indignant: “+1 don’t mean for punishment!” Inge agreed, almost despite herself. And it was almost despite myself, too. that my hand slid under her tight shorts and caressed those mounds that had been driving me to distraction since we'd pull I felt her stiffen. She grabbed me around the neck and drew me toward her. We kissed gratefully «d out of the station at Sens. Then she pulled away and whispered: “Not here!” “I followed her down the aisle. All the cars were sound asleep. The inspec- tors were shut up in their compartments. ‘There was no risk of discovery, exeept possibly by an old man on his way to relic » himself. ‘This slight danger aug- mented our des “Inge pressed herse her top down, her breasts bouncing free. I took them in my mouth, sucking and She held me tightly to her, my hard sex against her slit. Suddenly, she f to me. I pulled turned around and took the same pose n in when [ first saw her: head to the window, partially bent 0 buttocks held out to me. I grabbed her by the hips and pushed at her with my sex, through our clothing. She waggled she'd he her her bottom, desperately accentuating the pressure against my penis. he took off her shorts herself. She wasn’t wearing panties. Her buttocks eamed. Gilded by the were just as I'd ¢ sun, velvety in texture, with a smooth, well-muscled tension. T brought my lips to them. Then I did what we'd by waiting for, I started with a light the middle of her ass. Inge e nodded yes, ja. mehr. 1 to hear the 1 7 ap right i ging of my Inge stretched farther and I saw into her crotch k lower She hadn't expected this, and let out a small cry of pain, But I showed her no quarter. I spanked her with the flat of my hand, observing each impact, feeling myself explode as her skin reddened and she groaned with ple: palm. her hand disappe ‘The third time T st der of the thighs at the bo re, “When Inge’s buttocks were red-hot, her whole body clenching as the climax mounted in her I pulled out my cock. I into her and felt like I'd been sucked into some seething engine, Sh abandoned herself, spouting incompre- hensible vulgarities. I flowed into he as she let out a scream that was muffled by the whistle of the train. We were coming to Avignon and its famous bridge.”Do with his calm, slightly acerbie gaze. row jen Casanova examined me nyself as if from an erotic dream, a bit di ppointed that reality was resuming in the distant Swiss moun- the metallic reflections of a lak: There's no special locale for a said Casanova. “I've most gorgeous bottoms in many settings.” “E throat a little dry. Aw nary. You should on a train,” | added, my is nothing out of the or ry telephone booths. movie theaters, garages, elevato comes over you wherev- It depends... n spanki ure. Others Some require calm, comfo demand suddennes: fear dis overy, other That was the case with Inge... But I won't belabor the qu After all, n every week, you in spectacle. you're on tele might be considered a professional exhi i af.” torted that showing my face (and, TH admit, hardly compa tom. I speak about the lives and loves of others, but Le of my bi ) was g my bot- ‘able to sh ainly don’t reveal myself in action! Are you quite sure?” asked Casanova. “What do you think some viewe rs are doing when you appear in their homes with your plunging necklin eyeing us all like some i your husky voice suggestive of a wom who's seen a lot—of everything?” “But it’s just a show,” I protested. “Spanking is a theater or lyric opera, depending on the circumstances.’ He arose abruptly and said, “And now, Lowe you a coffee. a show. It's street tried to return He protested: “Take got a lot to learn.” He leaned aside to let me pass, re courtesy... but I realized that his sted. Vd zat my back before. I'd even exaggerated the angle of my hips, like a eall-girl trying to ral a client. It pleasantly amused and cited me to sense their stares and their green notebook. with you, You've gallantry was hardly disint felt men star Climbing stai arousal. But Casanova had a unique way of He ping i us on a woman’s didn’t i at it for a secon even for the blink of an eye. He mea- ured it, weighed it, estimated the world ced, simply with his of pleasure it pron eyes. You felt a warmth spread through your pelvis. Despite toa te your curves, to stick out your bottom as others do th self you began en You danced in place, harmon hythms of those radiant glob reduced yourself to nothing Ithrough the other If Donatien had nd toward my ass, | would m and led him into an empty compartment so he could He was more polish king me wasn’t enought for him. He ted to achieve his ai inst me the whole w ~ He held my chai + was fixed on my but- staring at me naked. We ordered col che and ja a rustic snack that went well with the simph omfort of the § I saw him smile at a young woman a few tables away who was cat little boy company of nda white- jt much too warm for t a slight blush coloring her looked at her more carefully, perhaps thirty and y n face, lined. She ts and, as far as I could tell i the table, meag ed the coff You also spank skele He laughed so h he overtu up on the table, ‘The waiter rushe up to repair the dam Casanova hadto stand up, and his excitement was visi- hint of je jonsy, | wondered whether this was an homage to me or the ger at the next tabl He noticed ace and, far from hiding his state, ident. As I didn’t ay yy to make it m timy eyes, the mound grew to appetizing proportions. >u can sit down again, sir.” said the waiter. Casanova slipped a bill into his hand and fell back into his chair. I J that he was the wer. She hadn't missed a bit of the lly the most compelling heeks were « st ne, especia part. By now h But ra... yes, the “Excuse me,” said Casanova. IT must tell you about yo ish woman traveling with he son and husband, some lord or ot ish woman, not surpris ing.” I noted, re about the customs of Bi “Look. page...” He opened the ne drawing of a pair of buttocks that were Hing various films h schools. It’s right here, on this ook to a puny yet spirited, dry but with a con tilt that made them piquant and fu Ivs C| her story ra, of course. You'l not without inte: going to pay my resp husband, now.” He left me and, since I di to just sit th like a fool, | gobbled down my brioche in t bites and plunged into the green note Spanking is neither force. cnor violence, Whoever uses it to punish vel understands nothing of this or art. What's more, there is a strong chance that the act will rapidly degener- ate into a series of blows and injuries that have nothing to do with spanking. “Par be it from me to condemn any- one’s tastes, but I ean state unequive ly that sadism and masochism fill me with total horror, Nails, whips, insults others. I'd take the and abuse are fo Hardy Boys o} the Divine Marqui “Sometimes, howevel the complete works of any day ver, there fusion in certain minds. Se it was with Clara, the young wife of the Duke of W., whom | met during a stay in London. be ed expr con- Clara is a slender, fi woman with a perpetually astonis! sion, who seems never to hav ly emerged from chilhood. It was evi complete- dent, even to a stranger who had known her for five minutes, that she was bored to death with her life with the Duke of W. She was looking for something else; it was up to me to make her discover what “In addition. Clara’s ass had a tain aura, som ng sharp, equivocal and provocative, that inflamed me. I had to have that ass... getting So I set about Seducing Clara de W. wasn’t very difficult myself could easily have achieved i Should I say it? My last name is an Less worthy suitors than advantage with women, It amuses, intrigues, attracts them, ‘They want to put me to the test and see i I'm worthy of my illustrious ancestor. “We soon found ourselyes alone in a room in one of the many inns that dot the English count side. Outside there was green prairie and a blue river: inside, yellow-flowered wallpaper and a offered. Then, dark red quilt on the bed. Cla me her lips and I took the modern young woman that she was, she began to unbutton her dress. I quicklystopped her, She inquired, hurt: ‘You don’t want to.” “ "Yes," [ said, “yes,” and [ured her against me to caress her buttocks, which hardened under my palms. “She was wearing pantyhose with ample underpants beneath them, the kind a proper young wife would wear. It was a pleasant change from the satin fripperies of middle class women, who all thought they had to doll up like profes- sionals. They usually wear panties with slits, nipple-revealing bras and faney garter belts. Feeling her virtuous under- pants and outmoded hose, I was struck by a sudden craving to turn Clara over my knees and give her a harsh, meticu- lous spanking of the kind she surely hadn't received since her school days. “It would have violated my prinei- ples to inflict such treatment on her. I wanted her to offer me her ass of her own accord and ask me to spank it. “So I began by lifting her skirt; kneeling behind her, I ran a supple and amorous tongue along her cotton- sheathed legs. I worked up above her thighs, teased her buttocks, petted, kneaded, shaped, softened them. I was careful not to neglect her sex, which I found deliciously slick with moisture, throbbing at my touch as though to hold my fingers and force them farther inside her... And all the while, I was talking. I brought up those absurd books from the turn of the century that specialized in what was then called an ‘English educa- tion.” Meaning young girls spankeddren beaten befo by their classmates with c teacher who'd pick on the most fetching of his students just to pull down her pants and “That's redden her pretty virgin ass. happened to me, too,’ said Clara. She closed her thighs over my fist, imprison- ing the hand that was massaging he is. I put my cheek against her slendi bottom, and. with a voice choked by desi cd: “Tell ‘e, beside mysel 1 sugge me about it, Clara.” “ “He was tall and thin... a little like rbed me but | admired the you... he distu him... he i din the country, it house closest to our own. It’s funny: as a ater of fact. his cottage rather resem- bled this inn, You might've planned it that way.” I didn’t answer, occupied with arousing her haunches trembling unde Clara would probably have I'd pulled off her pantyhose and underpants my caresses approvec But that would have gone against my self-imposed rules. ‘There’s no art without constraints... “I was thirteen, the db ents whisper one night that the neighbor rd my par- unbounded curiosit was a strange type who collected erotic works. To me that word was synony- mous with “forbidden.” ‘The dictionary ise definition. 1 gave me a more p burned with desire to discover these books about sex, of which, despite the magazines, 1 ed very ignorant.” mai“I pressed my hand along her hose, her flat rise that I guessed was ered and, ff against nt on: “I waited until neighbor was away. He had regular hand as she w and went out every afte was locl His collect rst floor, in hi enter his hous books was on the roon library, I'd wager. 1 plunge books and turned the ages passionat giant members nor so both xes coupling in such precarious ‘obabl images were, they turned me on. I tucked up my skirt, pulled down my panties and tickled a button as flagrantly the those in the books! “1 guessed what followed and blurt- ed out: ‘And just then your neighbor However erec J been watching from 1 me up in his arms, of fright. But he quickly reassures me that he'd say nothing to my pare ish He said I deser ed a stern 5 though, and I assented, any! his silence “He'd put her across the bed, p her panties and given her a hell e rubbinmed as huge to her which had thrilled | He struck hurt. The m © wholeh ¢ she squirmed to ese him, the ore exeited he grew, Fi he flooded onto her belly and pushed her away He told me to go home, which 1 did without a mur. I didn’t come, yet when I recall that seer all ove * Noone’ ‘Good God, no,” she ter. “1 spoke in « anked you si ave tone: nk don’t pressure anyone.” nk The purple we. I feared I'd been too "s cheeks were pink tint around her eyes bespoke desiShe abruptly decided: ‘I want to. rom my hus- Anything for a change band’s mechanical ways.” “As T didn’t move, she added, “What shall I do?” .’ Lsaid, pulling off her hose. “She pushed me back several steps, then, turning her back, gracefully slid her pantyhose down her hips and the length of her thighs. It was a simple ges- ture, but one which undid me as com- pletely as if 'd surprised her in an inti- mate moment. thought I co My desire raged: I But I con- a pulled down her dn’t contain trolled myself and s. She bent over to show me b derriére. Without prompting, she spread her cheeks to uncover the anus. She stepped backward toward me and rubbed her ass against my erect cock. “L held her between my thighs and showered her with a hail of stinging, vig orous slaps. She moaned with pleasure and, without interrupting the spanking, managed to impale herself on me. My slaps seemed to keep time to our cou- pling. “The caval long. ade couldn’t last very I climaxed at length as she dropped forward, shaken by spasms, Ihad encountered the most gifted of my disciples.” I'd just completed this chapter when Donatien signaled me to join him at the table with the Duke of W. and Clara. I got up begrudgingly and joined them. “You've surely recognized Eva Lindt,” said Casanova, The duke and his wife affirmed that they had immedi- ately spotted me. Their son, a spoiled ninny, took advantage of the change to beg an autograph. I scrawled something illegible on a paper napkin. “We're approaching Milan,” said the duke. “We'd best return to our compartment.” “My husband’s concerned about his pigskin bags!” Clara told us. As they were taking their leave, Casanova took the young woman’s hand in his own. He said: “Did you know, dear Clara, that our friend Eva is also interested in art?” “Do you collect? Clara inquired. “Not yet,” replied Casanova on my behalf, “She's just discovering it. But she'll surely become a connoisseur. Clara sized me up from head to toe and then said, smiling, “I'm quite sure, especially with lessons from you!”aaah VII pe The Searhor Sparbedour compartment. led > much on of my that he doze off as we p out of Milan, ed; sta but I was t anova was acu I felt as if I nly aw: aw was pitious moment bend me to his t's not the w both to pounce on n But th thi man dt, choos attack the heir of the nth vite mistaken to confi : “You would be with a ed. “Anyway to do with those juv He stroked the back of the gr ok and, flipping through th ics of sketches. T first one showed the back of a you she was rem ving jeans un which she w curva us ade nt buttocks bulged 1 be: and were dying to be draw: if they ed too long apart. Another girl, wed at her fee was ero the fourth drawing could have appeared in a fashion maga.zine. She w silk gart ina» ¢ pant sand stoc es which exposed fashion a band of naked {her thighs. A man, sh at the te doubtlessly jonatien Casanova himself, ¢ off her undereloth . as the young person who wo All metho. d, provi they induc Casanova, me way a spanking ean take place, ‘There are so many others! I all of them. The key is that except as “And when someos “No one ward and offered him my b my T-shirt, As he dic and pretended to wateh th side roll by, with its pl houses with pi sture toward m ‘Sit back down. I don’t inte you too much He was right, of course. But the the train would e1 50. Casanova } in, the You have You'll see. Ld the active one, th He said: notebook. ad. e last el er te have to he I've discovered, late in ame, how delightful it is to b ed in one’s turn. ‘book: ~| I pushed away ¢ sick of y But b that I was forced once ag h. It showed two w One, dark-hai authoritarian, resemble latest Hollywood dis eld it open in sueh a way en with nov other, blond ed Donatien. Florida last year. But the setting is of no nportance.”sketched tropi n and a swimmi What anova spanked V ked hit a sort of stool, and » that as she took while F was mounted on was twisted tarlet Donatie her blows the id see the spec being spanked. die our little e, you'd better be In fact, in my opinion she was the most tic of the three of us. tacle of the spank 1 couldn't hide od to misunderstand th 1: “You met Virginia? E ay surprise and he y wond ‘one knows ev else over there. Anyway, it’ I've met to meet well-known peopl you, after all! I was fascinated by this scene of a Id ab in bed with men and women, I'd ady found even gon th to those clubs where girls give n who are mselves publicly to the m ha d me tou the woods and for rd revelation, uncoy y of each person said Ca Towenough, se was erying, but wr against me meaningfully, thighs with hi of p belly as s! wanted to stayed my hai he tastes. May small, finely moulded, but sensu: devil, perched above two long, thighs. I'd already t and the two of us wi purselves. " 1 forced her to lie face down. I tore off her blu 1 ered her ing my principal inte “I was lost in our little frol; pulled away from my embra losing your head! angoise watched us with a half smile, edly delving into herself turn, y sit on a stool. then stretched out across her legs. Sh offered her ass and repeated, ‘Spank“I drew ne iin ant tion of the fortheo h another Frangoise gav boss's buttocks. the thighs of hes n, spank me arow ro spectacle. 1 In‘t seen one of my lovers spank the rue Cavour The starlet writhed on gave her a series of led off the t the level My nose was My hands itehe star's der of her ass. ; | would have willin By thi exe! Francoise’s ng all out brought pink to the pi blonde’s cheeks and colored her full I kne ‘Thus I had my head at the height of both throat. Frangoise’s and Virginia's sex. I worked them over with my tongue, first one, then the other, Vir ed of ed with Fran non and pink a thick with a flay pepper. vanilla lique Mare sprayed me with of nes oysters. Suddenly, Virginia heavy, warm 5 that flowed down my throa chin. At th «dover my r, she let out a ery same horror films Vv a took hold of my organ and lightthe other, extracting myself from the first to plunge into the second, thri to that one, deserting it to explore the other. When she saw that I had the rhythm, Virginia str began to spank me with twisted under h ddled me and at quarter, 1 shrieked, blow protested. But at the same her on, harder, fa And stil s, up the cunt, up the ass... Francoise swayed below me to the tempo mounting pleasure. My buttocks , with the flat of her palms and the edge of her hand. My ass Virginia had at x ) some myste- The tremor began at the nape of my ength of my spinal column entire be Frangoise cle of ple I still wasn’t finished with Vir squatted astr my buttocks. mound she hit, which Suddenly, she squ around my bh against my loins. | me ta thick stream “dm between her legs, let « onto my flan! muring eestatic vows. he scenes go on and on...” said 1 recount the story th Casanov d illustr: I didn’t respe , knotted by what I had just read. Mypanties were soaked, desire oozing All beyond my control. ould do was close the green notebook and hand it back to its author. He refused it: “Keep it, I'm sure you'll put it to better use than 1.” Iwan to stand up, hiteh up my skirt, and offer my ass to Donatien for him to beat, spank, pinch, fuck. I spread my thighs and plastered my open palm, over my sex. | masturbated, insensible, my eyes fixed on Donatien, who stared back at me unblinking. The rolling of the train, its muffled, regular rhythm, added to my desire. I would the customs man serew at moment! I dreamed of the « penetrating me! “Keep it.” repeated Donatien. “I . Lgive itt I wanted to knock him down on the handsome Casanova, I wanted im and gorge myself on his incandescent cock. He stuffed the green notebook into my bag. H 1, “I have you. Everyone will be “The Art of Spanking.” confidene talking abo thanks to yo As though I had my mind on books and literature! I wanted someone to scorch my ass, set me on fire, transport me beyond Italy, the Grand Canal and the Piazza San Mare Casanova eyed me with a merciless gare. Then he sa have better things to do. Now, tal that skirt...” ‘ou're right. We ffy naked before sanova in compartment 6, the Paris-Venice trai q for my sheer silk panties. “You want it? he asked. en strong Tcouldn’t a te even a simple yes. He pulled on the elastic of my and asked, “The I wanted him to slip off my panties and force me to my knees to marvel at my ass. He made me . He passed a nonchalant hand over my ash-blond fleece with its soft, downy hairs. He slid finger inito my crotch and explored my ates, I was streaming. He turned my knees. His hand ex ) h the same pre ity I had seen in his gaz finger and pulled, a single quick move ment. He left them at my knees. I start. ed to bend down to take them all the way off. He stopped me. re more naked th Then he bent me over and a: way...” nd with his tongue from the hollow behind my knee to the fold of my lips. One leg after the other. I couldn't restrain myself. My hand sank into my intimate cavern, openly masturbating, anticipating and fearing what was to come. to kneel before him, my mouth at the level of his sex. I want- ed to take him in, but h He asked m gently drew away. One must learn to wait... He felt my 1 one more time, pinching and The first slap came Ii ambush, at an angle, with a backward movement of the hand, It surprised me as much as it hurt me and [ jumped. It canspanked me with an elation that flooded me with pleasure. woman spanked, to be spanked by her, pushed me to the limit. I howled my pleasure and, rising, fell forward onto the seat. Clara immediately lay atop me and plunged her tongue into my mouth, She rubbed the hot lava of her sex against my mound. She was overcome by a shuddering orgasm, and burst out sh that drove me into a fren- zy. Isat up, turned around and began spanking her, amazed at the new plea- sure that flooded through me. The green notebook was right. It was as delightful to give as to receive. To see another ly absorbed by her beneath my blows. I didn’t notice that Casanova was gone. Nor di that the train had stopped, nor the hoarse voice anouncing, “Venice, Venice...” Nothing mattered but this new orgasm whieh invaded me literally: f my fingertips to the hollow of my loi sending me soaring be ond any real Clara, too, was goading me ¢ head lifted toward the door as if noticing Donatien’s return, But [ didn’t realize too late. There was a flash, Jause, shouts, anothi plled away from my kr and pulled down her sl burning pink buttoc! outlines of my five fingers. It was really happe dor and entrance to the compartment had bee including a uniformed porter, a couple of random passengers, the Duke of W. and two photographers who were madly ndt in the garb of Eve, sacri alled for pleasures. I glanced around f int and, when her an by a mirthful mol shooting Eva L den - my T- lly. covered my breasts. to the ss“Autograph, Miss?” asked a porter cially gifted. I've rely been span! J power!” Treal- phers, the porters, bent over with laughter. with so much finesse “You ry!” cried a photographer. the husband am Suddenly T heard € by Casanova. But to what “Let's go, let’s go, break through h ve had fame—and now, _ ized that the photo ‘yone summone end? Why little respect, won't against me? Son He appeared—my savior, | brought to publ thought... for perhaps a second... turned on Donatien at oni self up and rejoin sband. With a little wave of her hand, she said to me, ‘The static work for is hanks to yo you're espe- thousands of people will be unem-NOT FOR MINORS