Caroline lay waiting for me upon my bed with a look of such tremulousness that I slid down upon her. The petals of her lips grew softer under mine.
“Do you remember French-drinking?” I asked her. She blushed, nodded and murmured softly, drawing me more protectively upon her. I toyed with her thighs gently and with my other hand ran my forefinger along the succulent curve of her lower lip. “You liked it?” I asked. She hesitated, then lisped a sibilant yes. Her breath flooded warm over my cheek.
“When we return I will dress you as a little girl,” I said.
She giggled and clutched me tighter. “Will you?” she asked shyly. Her heart palpitated, our breasts bulbing together.
“There shall be sweetness, punishments and pleasures, Caroline. I shall bring you to them all. Fetch wine now--an uncorked bottle--go!”
So astonished was she at my sudden command that she leapt up immediately as I rolled away from her. “And a napkin,” I added. Clattering with unseemly haste she was gone and had returned within several minutes. In the meantime I had stripped to my boots and stockings and told her to do the same. Then, before her wide-eyed look, I lay back with the napkin beneath my bottom and my legs spread and dangling over the edge of the bed.