A Racing Certainty
Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2012 3:07 am
Feeling pleased I'd taken a day off work to indulge one of my passions, I was a little disappointed to see it was raining outside. Nevertheless, after I'd shaved and showered I walked to the local newsagents finding it not too cold to buy a copy of the racing post. Returning home I put on the kettle and made some toast then sat down to study the form for that afternoon's racing at Wetherby. After a couple of hours, I had picked my fancies for the six races which included some horses having their last run prior to appearing at the big Cheltenham festival in March.
About 11.00am it had stopped raining (rain before seven, fine by 11 proven again) I climbed in to my car and began the 18 mile journey which was easy once I managed to escape the snarled up traffic in York. Knowing I had plenty of time I called in at a pub to get a club sandwich for lunch before continuing on the Wetherby. As I parked up a few rays of sunlight were just poking through the grey clouds which had significantly lightened in colour. I knew it would be relatively quiet being a Tuesday afternoon in January but for me there's nothing quite like being able to get close to those beautiful thoroughbreds in the parade ring and the smell that somehow adds to the atmosphere. Still half an hour to the first race I decided to go to the bar, ordered half a bitter and sat at table on my own and began reading other articles in my racing post. From experience I had found it fatal to change one's mind once you'd made a selection.
Presently, the low hum of other racegoers chatting was disturbed by a lot of giggling as a group of six girls obviously on a hen do entered and ordered a bottle of champagne.They then chose to sit around the table next to mine and one of them politely asked if she could take a couple of chairs. I smiled and nodded. I watched them pour out the champagne and casually wondered what state they'd be in after the last race. A few minutes passed when the girl who asked for the chairs came across and said "Excuse me, but we've never been to the races before, could you tell us what to do?" Well I didn't want to spoil their fun and bore them with all the intricate details so I just said "I'd be pleased to help" The girl, about 30, had shoulder length auburn hair and a figure of I guessed 34,28,32 wrapped in a snug fitting blue flowery knee length dress with a white bolero and three or four inch heels on her patent leather ankle boots, came across and sat next to me. "So?" she said. "I'm Liz by the way"
"Well nice to meet you Liz, I'm Alex. So you want a bit of info"
I went on to explain I looked at how horses had run in their previous races and how good the horses were that they'd raced against and picked them on that basis. I didn't bother with weights, handicaps etc. and told her I'd picked Boxters Boy for the first race. "And now, I'm going to go down to the paddock and have a look at the horses before the race"
"Oooh that sounds like fun" said Liz and surprisingly, she came across as genuine but then she just called "Come on girls - we're going to the paddock". Then she looked across at me and said "where is the paddock?" As I was going anyway i just said "I'll show you. You'll be alright to leave your drinks here and come back to them later"
We left the bar and walked across the manicured lawn in front of the stand as the sun was playing hide and seek with the now breaking clouds. Liz stumbled backwards and I instinctively grabbed her arm and pulled her upright again. Her heel had sunk into the lawn softened by the early morning rain. She smiled at me and said "Thanks" It was a lovley smile and so I smiled back. As it was quiet the girls were able to get right upto the rails to see the horses. Boxters Boy was a lovley dark bay, his coat was shiny and trace clipped and he had good strong hindquarters to give him the power he needed to jump the stiff fences. I was more than happy with my selection and I turned to Liz and said I was going to put a bet on, I'd see them back at the bar after the race. "Alex" she said, "would you mind showing us how to put a bet on" So off we all trooped back to the front of the stands where the bookmakers had their pitches.I looked along the boards seeing my horse at 5-1 and one showing 6-1 so I told them I was going there quickly before the price dropped. £10 on number six please I said giving the bookie my money. "Number six is my lucky number" said Liz and I stood back as she took out a fiver and gave the bookie her money and popped her ticket back in her purse. The other girls put money on various horses as they liked the names. "What do we do now? asked Liz. "Go and watch the race. Usually I watched from the stands but on this occasion I thought I'd suggest standing on the rails by the last fence. A few minutes later the loud speaker announced "they're under starters orders.....and they're off" I could see down the straight as they jumped the first fence and approached the fence we were stood at. As they approached, you could hear the hooves thundering into the turf then the thrill as they took off and brushed through the top of the birch fences, the jockeys encouraging their mounts. The girls all took a step backward at this but I could well understand why and remember doing the same thing first time I stood there all those years ago with my Dad. I could see Boxters Boy was going easily in midfield in his red and yellow quartered silks. "OH - we didn't win then"Liz said slightly dejectedly" I laughed out loud. "There's still another full circuit to go so don't worry yet" I trained my binoculars on the horses as they descended the hill and turned into the back straight. watching them easily clear the water jump, the open ditch and two plain fences, the long run round the bottom turn passing close to the busy A1 before they turned into the straight for the final time. Three fences out Boxters had taken closer order in third place and took second place with a superb jump. Two out he was a couple of lenghts down and stayed that distance off the lead as they approached our and the final fence. Another excellent jump left him half a length down, his jockey gave him a couple of cracks with the whip and he quickened nicely and eased into the lead extending it with every stride on the run in to win easily by three lengths. Liz was jumping up and down in delight and i was feeling quite pleased myself. The other girls hadn't backed him and said they were going back to the bar. " I'll collect your winnings if you want to go with them" I told Liz. "Oh that's alright, I'd like to see the bookmaker pay out and she took my arm. "I don't want to fall again" she grinned. So we walked arm in arm chatting. I discovered they were all nurses at York hospital and it was the only shift they couild all get off for Helen's hen party which is why they'd chosen a Tuesday. We joined the short queue at the bookies and heard the "weighed in" announcement . I let Liz go first and told her just to give her ticket to the bookie. he took it and gave her her £35 pounds , Liz grinning from ear to ear as he counted it out for her. I collected mine and we went back to the bar. The girls were still giggling away as the champagne continued to flow and feeling flush after my initial success i went to the bar and brought them another bottle from my winnings. "Good luck Helen" I said not even knowing which one was Helen and sat down at my table again. Liz came across with a glass of orange juice. "Why don't you have some of that champagne with your friends" I suggested. " Oh I'll have a glass later though just a small one, I'm driving the minibus we hired." So we sat and chatted horse racing for 10 minutes and I told her all my selections. "I'll be back here from time to time if you need any more help" I said and left the girls to it. I noticed Liz didn't look too pleased at that but I wasn't going to crash a hen do. After the third race and another winner for me - and all the girls as it turned out, I returned to the bar. They were by now definitely getting worse for wear apart from Liz. Her face lit up when she saw me come in " Alex, I made them back your choices and we all won!"
"I'm pleased for you all - but I'm more often wrong than right so be warned" Liz left the group to sit with me. "Listen," she said. "thanks for all your help. I never knew there was so much to racing. I just thought it was horses running round a field!" I smiled at her and she smiled back. So I just thought why not? "If you're ever keen to go racing again, give me a call" and I gave her my number "Thanks" she said genuinely and warmly "I will".
My next selection fell at the first but my last two both won so it had been the most profitable day I'd had in a long while. I went to the bar to get a glass of lemonade and let the traffic clear before I set off home and was greeetd by a chorus of "She's getting married in the morning" from five slghtly drunken and one very sober girl. Liz came across, put her arms round me and kissed me on the cheek. "Thankyou Alex, we've had a great time and we've all got more money than we left home with"
"As I said Liz, call me if you fancy doing it again"
"Oh I will" she smiled. "Well I should be going" I said and turned to Liz "and thank you. I really enjoyed you're company" I leant forward and kiseed her gently on the lips to a series of catcalls from her colleagues and made my way out but not before I'd had to embarassingly kiss the other five and wish Helen luck again.
It was dark by the time I left the racecourse and a frost had started to form by the time I got home.Oh well back to work tomorrow I thought as I picked my Dick Francis book up and put Sibelius' Karelia Suite on. Just as it finished and I went to change the cd, my phone rang and I didn't recognise the number. I answered and my heart skipped a beat as the voice on the other end said "Hi, It's Liz. The others are all back in their flats at the nurses home very drunk, I don't suppose you fancy that champagne now do you" She gave me her address and after ordering a taxi I was at her house within half an hour and it was only 8.30 on that cold evening.
"Come in come in" she said eagerly still wearing the blue dress.
Her house, a typical 50's semi, was well kept and not like I expected from what I'd heard about nurses. She had all the gadgets and a plasma screen tv on the wall. I was slightly taken aback having sympathy with the fantastic job nurses do for the poor pay. "What's the matter" she enquired gently as she turned and took a bottle of champagne from the fridge. "I'm sorry" I said "I just wondered, erm, are you married?"
"No silly" she laughed. "What made you ask that?"
"Well... it's just such a nice house and you nurses aren't payed too we..." She wouldn't let me finish and put her finger to my lips.
"Ah. so you wonder where I got all this. Don't worry it's all mine and paid for. I have a second job"
"Oh, what's that?"
"Alex, I thought you were a real gentleman today and if I'm honest, I fancy you" I felt my self blushing "so I'm going to be entirely honest with you, and i hope it doesn't scare you"
God, I wondered what on earth was coming. She looked at me, smiled and said "When I'm not at the hospital, I offer a dominatrix service to discerning gentlemen. I only do three or four sessions a week and you'd be surprised what men will pay"
Not wanting to spoil things, after all she was a very attractive and friendly young lady I just said "Fair enough" smiled and took a sip of champagne.She smiled at me an asked "You're not shocked then?"
"No . A little surprised" I answered " but really pleased you're honest open and er........resourceful"
"One has to be" she giggled.
" I had one ex girlfriend" I began, "she liked to role play a schoolgirl and she even had a cane" I said.
"And did you get to use it? " she asked.I could feel an electric atmosphere between us and we were naturally looking into each others eyes. She'd been honest with me so I had to be the same for her. "Yes" I replied. "She wanted it hard as well. The marks lasted for days"
"And," she probed. "How did you feel?"
"I really enjoyed it. Just being in charge and doing that to her just did something to me I can't explain"
"So what happened to this girl?" she asked
"Oh we went our separate ways. Couldn't build a relationship based on schoolgirls alone. We had no other common interests"
She laughed and said "Then we're already one step ahead. This afternoon was the best time I've had in ages, those horses were magnificent."
"Yes, they always are" I replied, my mind spinning that this lovley young lady was apparently already thinking about being more than friends even though we'd only just met.
Listen Alex," she said as she poured the rest of the champagne into our now empty glasses, " I understand exactly what you got out of caning that girl. I get a couple of schoolboys round regularly who want that. I do lots of other things too but , and I really need you to understand this, I never carry out sexual favours for any of my clients. It is purely a commercial venture to enhance my nurses income. I love being a nurse and helping and caring for people and I get some enjoyment out of the dominatrix thing but that's it"
I didn't know quite what to say and probably sounded twee and patronising when I said " I have the utmost respect for nurses" but she just smiled a lovley warm smile so I smiled back, leant forward and kissed her across the table.
"Come on" she said, " Drink your champagne" so I took another sip. For a few moments we sat in silence sipping and I wondered what she thought ofmy pathetic answer. I soon discovered I didn't have to worry.
"I'm going to ask you something now and I know we hardly know each other...it's just that being in my position, I've often wondered what it's like to be on the other end."
"What do you mean?" I sort of wondered aloud.
Then she just came out with it, "Will you cane me?"
It had excited me so much in the past I just said "if you're sure, I would, yes"
With that she disappeared out and returned about 30 seconds later holding a straight rattan cane, about three feet long and probably 3/8 inch thick with a bound leather hand grip.
"I've seen the results this little thing produces, and I want to know what it feels like. Here" she said passing me the cane handle first. So there I was holding a cane, a beautiful young lady in front of me wanting me to use it on her and I had butterflies in my tummy.
Without another word, she moved the empty bottle and glasses from the table and just bent across it, her fingers holding the opposite side.
"Please!" she said, " Just do it" I started to lift her dress, and she never moved so lifted it right up and rested it on her back.I was delighted to find she was wearing stockings and surprised that she was knickerless. (She later told me she took them off when she went for the cane and wasn't sure if she could trust me to make the right decision.)
I didn't say anything, just admired her full bare bottom presented to me for me to cane. I cut the cane through the air a couple of times and despite it's menacing hum Liz never moved a muscle. Gripping the bound hand grip I rested the cane across her silky smooth full apple shaped bottom, the rounded tip of the cane an inch or so just right of centre. I tapped it couple of times to ensure my aim was right and Liz remained rigidly still. I heard her deep intake of breath as I drew the cane back before swishing it through the air and that resounding crack as it landed across both her cheeks. Her breath escaped through gritted teeth as I watched the red line develop and start to swell into those tell tale tramlines. Liz remained still and I rested the cane across her bottom again, just below the first deepening welt. As I drew it back again I saw her fingers tighten her grip on the other edge of the table then crack it landed parallel exactly where it had a second earlier rested. She let out a little moan and I gave her a few seconds before resting it just above the first cut. Again her knuckles whitened as she gripped hard awaiting the third stroke which with another definitive crack, landed full across her quivering cheeks. This time she bucked a little and once more regained her position as I admired the three sets of tramlines she now had. I rested the cane just below where the second had landed and let it lay there for about 10 seconds before drawing it back and swishing it through the air to deliver a fourth stinging cut to her bottom. She yelped and bucked but soon regained her composure. The cane resting by my side, I watched the fourth set of tramlines develop before resting the cane towards the top of her cheeks, above the third stroke, quickly drew it back and cut it down again. She gasped, moaned and her head came up a little. Her right hand let go of the table and slapped down on it a couple of times before gripping it tightly again. I gave her time to regain her composure fully before resting the cane across the bottom of her buttocks , just where they meet the thighs. Taking careful aim and tapping it a couple of times, I drew it back once more and swished it through the air, never moving my eyes from the target and smiled inwardly as it cut yet again into her flesh and her bottom jiggled as she let out a cry, kicking her legs and hands banging the table. I was pleasantly surprised that she soon took hold of the table again, I rested the cane beside her on the table and placed my hand on her bottom, rubbing each cheek lightly, and feeling the six angry weals. She winced as I did so.
"I think that's enough" I said gently, "you can get up now".
"Thank you Sir " she said painfully and her hands immediately grasped her cheeks as she rose. I put my arms around her and held her close, her head resting on my chest. I ran my fingers through her soft hair, bent my head and kissed her forehead whispering "You took those well". She looked into my eyes and I looked back into her moistened eyes knowing a couple more strokes would have had her fully crying and ever so gently rubbed the small tears away for her. She eased away from me and as if nothing had happened she asked, "Fancy a cup of tea?" "Oh er, yes, that would be lovely. White, no sugar please," I said and I imagined the cotton material feeling cool and soothing as she shuffled rather than walked across to put the kettle on. Little was said for a couple of minutes as I sat back down, looking at the cane still resting where I'd left it on the table. Liz finished making tea and brought mine over, "I'll stand if you don't mind" she said half smiling. As we drank our steaming hot tea, Liz aksed if I was free a week on Saturday. "My invite to the wedding is a plus one. Would you be the one?" Not only did I love weddings, being a bit of a sentimentalist I had no hesitation in saying, "I'd love to." Plus of course I'd get to spend the full day with this lovley young lady. "Brilliant" she said and I could feel a real warmth as she smiled at me.
"Listen" she said presently "I have to be up at 4.30 am to go to work tomorrow. I'd really like you stay but I do need some sleep" "Of course, yes" I replied taking out my phone to order a taxi home. "When are you next going to be off?" I asked her. "Next Monday" she replied. Wow, I couldn't believe it. That coincided with end of my four days on too. "Well there's a meeting at Catterick that day and I was thinking of going racing, would you care to join me?" She gave me the same answer as I did her about the wedding! "Tell you what" she said, come round here at about 9.00 Monday morning and I'll cook you full Englsih breakfast before we go"
"Thanks" I answered, "that would be lovely. I know a nice pub in Bedale, we can call there on the way back for a meal if you'd like" Before she could answer, there was a knock at the door. "That'll be your taxi. Yes I'd really like that" She stood up on tip toe and kissed me on the lips. I lowered my head and we kissed deeply before I gently moved away and said "I'd better let you get some sleep" Our eyes met and she quickly kissed me on the cheek. "Thanks Alex..........................and as you love racing so much perhaps we could play with one of my riding crops" she grinned. I grinned back, kissed her on the lips, "I can't wait for next Monday. Sleep well Liz" "Night Night" she said as I opened the door to go into the cold crisp night and just as she was closing it behind me "I'll be sleeping on my tummy" she giggled. I laughed and the door clicked shut behind me. Climbing into the waiting taxi I wondered just how far we could go together..........but that's another story.
About 11.00am it had stopped raining (rain before seven, fine by 11 proven again) I climbed in to my car and began the 18 mile journey which was easy once I managed to escape the snarled up traffic in York. Knowing I had plenty of time I called in at a pub to get a club sandwich for lunch before continuing on the Wetherby. As I parked up a few rays of sunlight were just poking through the grey clouds which had significantly lightened in colour. I knew it would be relatively quiet being a Tuesday afternoon in January but for me there's nothing quite like being able to get close to those beautiful thoroughbreds in the parade ring and the smell that somehow adds to the atmosphere. Still half an hour to the first race I decided to go to the bar, ordered half a bitter and sat at table on my own and began reading other articles in my racing post. From experience I had found it fatal to change one's mind once you'd made a selection.
Presently, the low hum of other racegoers chatting was disturbed by a lot of giggling as a group of six girls obviously on a hen do entered and ordered a bottle of champagne.They then chose to sit around the table next to mine and one of them politely asked if she could take a couple of chairs. I smiled and nodded. I watched them pour out the champagne and casually wondered what state they'd be in after the last race. A few minutes passed when the girl who asked for the chairs came across and said "Excuse me, but we've never been to the races before, could you tell us what to do?" Well I didn't want to spoil their fun and bore them with all the intricate details so I just said "I'd be pleased to help" The girl, about 30, had shoulder length auburn hair and a figure of I guessed 34,28,32 wrapped in a snug fitting blue flowery knee length dress with a white bolero and three or four inch heels on her patent leather ankle boots, came across and sat next to me. "So?" she said. "I'm Liz by the way"
"Well nice to meet you Liz, I'm Alex. So you want a bit of info"
I went on to explain I looked at how horses had run in their previous races and how good the horses were that they'd raced against and picked them on that basis. I didn't bother with weights, handicaps etc. and told her I'd picked Boxters Boy for the first race. "And now, I'm going to go down to the paddock and have a look at the horses before the race"
"Oooh that sounds like fun" said Liz and surprisingly, she came across as genuine but then she just called "Come on girls - we're going to the paddock". Then she looked across at me and said "where is the paddock?" As I was going anyway i just said "I'll show you. You'll be alright to leave your drinks here and come back to them later"
We left the bar and walked across the manicured lawn in front of the stand as the sun was playing hide and seek with the now breaking clouds. Liz stumbled backwards and I instinctively grabbed her arm and pulled her upright again. Her heel had sunk into the lawn softened by the early morning rain. She smiled at me and said "Thanks" It was a lovley smile and so I smiled back. As it was quiet the girls were able to get right upto the rails to see the horses. Boxters Boy was a lovley dark bay, his coat was shiny and trace clipped and he had good strong hindquarters to give him the power he needed to jump the stiff fences. I was more than happy with my selection and I turned to Liz and said I was going to put a bet on, I'd see them back at the bar after the race. "Alex" she said, "would you mind showing us how to put a bet on" So off we all trooped back to the front of the stands where the bookmakers had their pitches.I looked along the boards seeing my horse at 5-1 and one showing 6-1 so I told them I was going there quickly before the price dropped. £10 on number six please I said giving the bookie my money. "Number six is my lucky number" said Liz and I stood back as she took out a fiver and gave the bookie her money and popped her ticket back in her purse. The other girls put money on various horses as they liked the names. "What do we do now? asked Liz. "Go and watch the race. Usually I watched from the stands but on this occasion I thought I'd suggest standing on the rails by the last fence. A few minutes later the loud speaker announced "they're under starters orders.....and they're off" I could see down the straight as they jumped the first fence and approached the fence we were stood at. As they approached, you could hear the hooves thundering into the turf then the thrill as they took off and brushed through the top of the birch fences, the jockeys encouraging their mounts. The girls all took a step backward at this but I could well understand why and remember doing the same thing first time I stood there all those years ago with my Dad. I could see Boxters Boy was going easily in midfield in his red and yellow quartered silks. "OH - we didn't win then"Liz said slightly dejectedly" I laughed out loud. "There's still another full circuit to go so don't worry yet" I trained my binoculars on the horses as they descended the hill and turned into the back straight. watching them easily clear the water jump, the open ditch and two plain fences, the long run round the bottom turn passing close to the busy A1 before they turned into the straight for the final time. Three fences out Boxters had taken closer order in third place and took second place with a superb jump. Two out he was a couple of lenghts down and stayed that distance off the lead as they approached our and the final fence. Another excellent jump left him half a length down, his jockey gave him a couple of cracks with the whip and he quickened nicely and eased into the lead extending it with every stride on the run in to win easily by three lengths. Liz was jumping up and down in delight and i was feeling quite pleased myself. The other girls hadn't backed him and said they were going back to the bar. " I'll collect your winnings if you want to go with them" I told Liz. "Oh that's alright, I'd like to see the bookmaker pay out and she took my arm. "I don't want to fall again" she grinned. So we walked arm in arm chatting. I discovered they were all nurses at York hospital and it was the only shift they couild all get off for Helen's hen party which is why they'd chosen a Tuesday. We joined the short queue at the bookies and heard the "weighed in" announcement . I let Liz go first and told her just to give her ticket to the bookie. he took it and gave her her £35 pounds , Liz grinning from ear to ear as he counted it out for her. I collected mine and we went back to the bar. The girls were still giggling away as the champagne continued to flow and feeling flush after my initial success i went to the bar and brought them another bottle from my winnings. "Good luck Helen" I said not even knowing which one was Helen and sat down at my table again. Liz came across with a glass of orange juice. "Why don't you have some of that champagne with your friends" I suggested. " Oh I'll have a glass later though just a small one, I'm driving the minibus we hired." So we sat and chatted horse racing for 10 minutes and I told her all my selections. "I'll be back here from time to time if you need any more help" I said and left the girls to it. I noticed Liz didn't look too pleased at that but I wasn't going to crash a hen do. After the third race and another winner for me - and all the girls as it turned out, I returned to the bar. They were by now definitely getting worse for wear apart from Liz. Her face lit up when she saw me come in " Alex, I made them back your choices and we all won!"
"I'm pleased for you all - but I'm more often wrong than right so be warned" Liz left the group to sit with me. "Listen," she said. "thanks for all your help. I never knew there was so much to racing. I just thought it was horses running round a field!" I smiled at her and she smiled back. So I just thought why not? "If you're ever keen to go racing again, give me a call" and I gave her my number "Thanks" she said genuinely and warmly "I will".
My next selection fell at the first but my last two both won so it had been the most profitable day I'd had in a long while. I went to the bar to get a glass of lemonade and let the traffic clear before I set off home and was greeetd by a chorus of "She's getting married in the morning" from five slghtly drunken and one very sober girl. Liz came across, put her arms round me and kissed me on the cheek. "Thankyou Alex, we've had a great time and we've all got more money than we left home with"
"As I said Liz, call me if you fancy doing it again"
"Oh I will" she smiled. "Well I should be going" I said and turned to Liz "and thank you. I really enjoyed you're company" I leant forward and kiseed her gently on the lips to a series of catcalls from her colleagues and made my way out but not before I'd had to embarassingly kiss the other five and wish Helen luck again.
It was dark by the time I left the racecourse and a frost had started to form by the time I got home.Oh well back to work tomorrow I thought as I picked my Dick Francis book up and put Sibelius' Karelia Suite on. Just as it finished and I went to change the cd, my phone rang and I didn't recognise the number. I answered and my heart skipped a beat as the voice on the other end said "Hi, It's Liz. The others are all back in their flats at the nurses home very drunk, I don't suppose you fancy that champagne now do you" She gave me her address and after ordering a taxi I was at her house within half an hour and it was only 8.30 on that cold evening.
"Come in come in" she said eagerly still wearing the blue dress.
Her house, a typical 50's semi, was well kept and not like I expected from what I'd heard about nurses. She had all the gadgets and a plasma screen tv on the wall. I was slightly taken aback having sympathy with the fantastic job nurses do for the poor pay. "What's the matter" she enquired gently as she turned and took a bottle of champagne from the fridge. "I'm sorry" I said "I just wondered, erm, are you married?"
"No silly" she laughed. "What made you ask that?"
"Well... it's just such a nice house and you nurses aren't payed too we..." She wouldn't let me finish and put her finger to my lips.
"Ah. so you wonder where I got all this. Don't worry it's all mine and paid for. I have a second job"
"Oh, what's that?"
"Alex, I thought you were a real gentleman today and if I'm honest, I fancy you" I felt my self blushing "so I'm going to be entirely honest with you, and i hope it doesn't scare you"
God, I wondered what on earth was coming. She looked at me, smiled and said "When I'm not at the hospital, I offer a dominatrix service to discerning gentlemen. I only do three or four sessions a week and you'd be surprised what men will pay"
Not wanting to spoil things, after all she was a very attractive and friendly young lady I just said "Fair enough" smiled and took a sip of champagne.She smiled at me an asked "You're not shocked then?"
"No . A little surprised" I answered " but really pleased you're honest open and er........resourceful"
"One has to be" she giggled.
" I had one ex girlfriend" I began, "she liked to role play a schoolgirl and she even had a cane" I said.
"And did you get to use it? " she asked.I could feel an electric atmosphere between us and we were naturally looking into each others eyes. She'd been honest with me so I had to be the same for her. "Yes" I replied. "She wanted it hard as well. The marks lasted for days"
"And," she probed. "How did you feel?"
"I really enjoyed it. Just being in charge and doing that to her just did something to me I can't explain"
"So what happened to this girl?" she asked
"Oh we went our separate ways. Couldn't build a relationship based on schoolgirls alone. We had no other common interests"
She laughed and said "Then we're already one step ahead. This afternoon was the best time I've had in ages, those horses were magnificent."
"Yes, they always are" I replied, my mind spinning that this lovley young lady was apparently already thinking about being more than friends even though we'd only just met.
Listen Alex," she said as she poured the rest of the champagne into our now empty glasses, " I understand exactly what you got out of caning that girl. I get a couple of schoolboys round regularly who want that. I do lots of other things too but , and I really need you to understand this, I never carry out sexual favours for any of my clients. It is purely a commercial venture to enhance my nurses income. I love being a nurse and helping and caring for people and I get some enjoyment out of the dominatrix thing but that's it"
I didn't know quite what to say and probably sounded twee and patronising when I said " I have the utmost respect for nurses" but she just smiled a lovley warm smile so I smiled back, leant forward and kissed her across the table.
"Come on" she said, " Drink your champagne" so I took another sip. For a few moments we sat in silence sipping and I wondered what she thought ofmy pathetic answer. I soon discovered I didn't have to worry.
"I'm going to ask you something now and I know we hardly know each other...it's just that being in my position, I've often wondered what it's like to be on the other end."
"What do you mean?" I sort of wondered aloud.
Then she just came out with it, "Will you cane me?"
It had excited me so much in the past I just said "if you're sure, I would, yes"
With that she disappeared out and returned about 30 seconds later holding a straight rattan cane, about three feet long and probably 3/8 inch thick with a bound leather hand grip.
"I've seen the results this little thing produces, and I want to know what it feels like. Here" she said passing me the cane handle first. So there I was holding a cane, a beautiful young lady in front of me wanting me to use it on her and I had butterflies in my tummy.
Without another word, she moved the empty bottle and glasses from the table and just bent across it, her fingers holding the opposite side.
"Please!" she said, " Just do it" I started to lift her dress, and she never moved so lifted it right up and rested it on her back.I was delighted to find she was wearing stockings and surprised that she was knickerless. (She later told me she took them off when she went for the cane and wasn't sure if she could trust me to make the right decision.)
I didn't say anything, just admired her full bare bottom presented to me for me to cane. I cut the cane through the air a couple of times and despite it's menacing hum Liz never moved a muscle. Gripping the bound hand grip I rested the cane across her silky smooth full apple shaped bottom, the rounded tip of the cane an inch or so just right of centre. I tapped it couple of times to ensure my aim was right and Liz remained rigidly still. I heard her deep intake of breath as I drew the cane back before swishing it through the air and that resounding crack as it landed across both her cheeks. Her breath escaped through gritted teeth as I watched the red line develop and start to swell into those tell tale tramlines. Liz remained still and I rested the cane across her bottom again, just below the first deepening welt. As I drew it back again I saw her fingers tighten her grip on the other edge of the table then crack it landed parallel exactly where it had a second earlier rested. She let out a little moan and I gave her a few seconds before resting it just above the first cut. Again her knuckles whitened as she gripped hard awaiting the third stroke which with another definitive crack, landed full across her quivering cheeks. This time she bucked a little and once more regained her position as I admired the three sets of tramlines she now had. I rested the cane just below where the second had landed and let it lay there for about 10 seconds before drawing it back and swishing it through the air to deliver a fourth stinging cut to her bottom. She yelped and bucked but soon regained her composure. The cane resting by my side, I watched the fourth set of tramlines develop before resting the cane towards the top of her cheeks, above the third stroke, quickly drew it back and cut it down again. She gasped, moaned and her head came up a little. Her right hand let go of the table and slapped down on it a couple of times before gripping it tightly again. I gave her time to regain her composure fully before resting the cane across the bottom of her buttocks , just where they meet the thighs. Taking careful aim and tapping it a couple of times, I drew it back once more and swished it through the air, never moving my eyes from the target and smiled inwardly as it cut yet again into her flesh and her bottom jiggled as she let out a cry, kicking her legs and hands banging the table. I was pleasantly surprised that she soon took hold of the table again, I rested the cane beside her on the table and placed my hand on her bottom, rubbing each cheek lightly, and feeling the six angry weals. She winced as I did so.
"I think that's enough" I said gently, "you can get up now".
"Thank you Sir " she said painfully and her hands immediately grasped her cheeks as she rose. I put my arms around her and held her close, her head resting on my chest. I ran my fingers through her soft hair, bent my head and kissed her forehead whispering "You took those well". She looked into my eyes and I looked back into her moistened eyes knowing a couple more strokes would have had her fully crying and ever so gently rubbed the small tears away for her. She eased away from me and as if nothing had happened she asked, "Fancy a cup of tea?" "Oh er, yes, that would be lovely. White, no sugar please," I said and I imagined the cotton material feeling cool and soothing as she shuffled rather than walked across to put the kettle on. Little was said for a couple of minutes as I sat back down, looking at the cane still resting where I'd left it on the table. Liz finished making tea and brought mine over, "I'll stand if you don't mind" she said half smiling. As we drank our steaming hot tea, Liz aksed if I was free a week on Saturday. "My invite to the wedding is a plus one. Would you be the one?" Not only did I love weddings, being a bit of a sentimentalist I had no hesitation in saying, "I'd love to." Plus of course I'd get to spend the full day with this lovley young lady. "Brilliant" she said and I could feel a real warmth as she smiled at me.
"Listen" she said presently "I have to be up at 4.30 am to go to work tomorrow. I'd really like you stay but I do need some sleep" "Of course, yes" I replied taking out my phone to order a taxi home. "When are you next going to be off?" I asked her. "Next Monday" she replied. Wow, I couldn't believe it. That coincided with end of my four days on too. "Well there's a meeting at Catterick that day and I was thinking of going racing, would you care to join me?" She gave me the same answer as I did her about the wedding! "Tell you what" she said, come round here at about 9.00 Monday morning and I'll cook you full Englsih breakfast before we go"
"Thanks" I answered, "that would be lovely. I know a nice pub in Bedale, we can call there on the way back for a meal if you'd like" Before she could answer, there was a knock at the door. "That'll be your taxi. Yes I'd really like that" She stood up on tip toe and kissed me on the lips. I lowered my head and we kissed deeply before I gently moved away and said "I'd better let you get some sleep" Our eyes met and she quickly kissed me on the cheek. "Thanks Alex..........................and as you love racing so much perhaps we could play with one of my riding crops" she grinned. I grinned back, kissed her on the lips, "I can't wait for next Monday. Sleep well Liz" "Night Night" she said as I opened the door to go into the cold crisp night and just as she was closing it behind me "I'll be sleeping on my tummy" she giggled. I laughed and the door clicked shut behind me. Climbing into the waiting taxi I wondered just how far we could go together..........but that's another story.