Red Ribbons In Her Hair Ch. 14
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"Are you being provocative, naughty girl?" He growled.
"I'm just enhancing your future dreams, Mark," she simpered falsely.
"Should I explain the errors of your ways, while we walk back up to town?"
"And what would be your expectation of me? How will you redeem me, as if I didn't know?"
"I would expect you to listen as I explain and to accept as I corrected failure."
"You know how I do so love being explained too - it's invigorating - but am I really condemned to fail all the time?"
"You are if you wish me to be happy, Laura."
"I will certainly give your happiness serious thought, Mark."
"Some positions can help you to think about what's being said and what would be done."
"Really – is your magical remedy some kind of yoga?"
She giggled once more and then turned away from him looking out at the ships in the bay. He stayed seated as they both watched as a large ferry negotiated its way around the headland, between the buoys and slid past the island into the harbour to their left.
"You are just like that boat, Laura."
"How do you mean?"
"You navigate carefully around my edges, but normally stay carefully within the limits that you are set."
"I wouldn't want to end beached across your lap now would I? Think of the confusion and the rush of blood to my head that would ensue. And stop trying to work out if my skirt is translucent in the last of the sunlight. It's not."
"Ah. Thank you. Some find it comfortable with the blood rushing to the head." . "I don't anymore. I yearn to be free. I like the wind in my hair – well, a summer breeze at least," she giggled and tugged the stray locks brushing against the nape of her neck back into place.
"I know. I miss you."
"I sometimes miss you too, Mark. I miss our place too."
"Everything has its place, but sometimes each thing has to be shown where it needs to be."
"I'd be bound to listen then, I suppose."
"I'd prefer that you weren't a captive audience, Laura, but rather a willing disciple."
"Can disciples walk barefoot on the grass?"
"I think that's permissible."
"I wouldn't want to be punished for breach of some obscure by-law," she said and knelt down to slip off her white strappy sandals. "Ooooh! That grass feels lovely and cool. And it's much safer than those darned rocks."
"I love to hear you moan."
"I quite like you to hear me moan."
"I'm sure we can keep any such moans between ourselves."
"Would you deprive that lighthouse keeper of his pleasure, Mark, after I've despoiled his grass?"
"No, but I will not have him trespass upon mine even though you trespass on his."
"That seems a little selfish and hypocritical, Mark."
"I freely admit to the selfishness with respect to you, Laura, but the hypocrisy does not apply since I will only stand on the path."
"You always were a stickler for rules."
"You enjoy my rules."
"And I love breaking your by-laws even better, though I'm not too keen on your mother."
"I think you meant in-laws, dear."
"What's the point of English if you can't twist the rules and requirements round your tongue?"
"I can think of many better tasks for your tongue."
"You are a hideously lustful and sinful man!"
"I do not deny it. Well – go easy on the hideous."
"A poor listener, impatient, selfish, sinful and lustful, Mark: even if we allow you the hideous, your remaining qualities hardly recommend themselves, now do they?"
"You bring all this out in me, Laura."
"So it's my fault now?"
"Indeed it is. What's more you will find me happy to listen to all your cries, patient to the last sob and very giving as far as your derriere is concerned, once we get you home, young lady."
"You need the right environment to show yourself off at your best then?"
"I have my moods."
"Am I to judge them?"
"No – just accept them."
"Now that is an education in itself: but it's not entirely relaxing, is it?"
"You are a most guileful tease, Laura. You know the position. It's much less expensive and easier to arrange than any relaxation therapy or course in the eastern arts."
"I would not say that I know it - I know of it."
"Your memory is not what it was three months ago, Laura."
"Senility creeps on in."
"The position I would have you in," he continued undaunted by her sallies, "often proves to be effective as well as being surprisingly relaxing after it's finished."
"Would that be for the positioned or the one who positions?" She said walking off across the grass, letting her feet sink luxuriantly into the soft, slightly damp turf at each step.
"Oh...for you especially," he grinned mirthlessly and stood up to follow her down the hill.
"Is that regardless of my role?"
"You know your role, girl. Don't take the tease too far."
"Yes, sir."
"Your role is so simple that you'll remember what's been said, since I have other aids to make you listen and learn."
"Lucky me!"
"They do say that those who forget are condemned to repeat."
"Don't menace me, Mark," she sighed. "There again, I rather think you might enjoy me undergoing such repetition."
"It helps to repeat using number of senses, hearing and touch," he smiled and reached out his hand.
"I'm not coming back to you Mark. I'm sorry."
"So am I: very much so. We live and we learn."
"They do say that everyone has their own learning style."
"You listen to the words and you play with them, Laura."
"I always have done. It used to delight you."
"I listened to your responses and delighted in hearing the silences between the words and the motions of a rhythmic supporting sensation - sensation that leaves a tingle and a lasting colour in your cheeks."
"You only loved me because you could spank me."
"I loved you because you were mine."
"That was nice then."
"You don't know the pleasure I felt when you stopped and acknowledged that bond. And now you take your pleasure in the freedom from my restraint."
"I've moved on Mark."
I'm sad for you."
"Oh?"
"A little."
"I'm sorry to have caused you distress, Mark."
"Don't exaggerate, minx; and stop making me smile."
"You smile through your disappointment then?"
"I smile because of the empathy between us and because – well, I'm not even sure why..."
"I'm certainly not sorry to have added to your empathy."
"We make good friends and..."
"Don't get sappy on me," she interrupted him brusquely. "You know how I hate that."
"I can't help it sometimes. You are quite adorable."
"Enough! I changed my mind – menace me some more. Remember the tingle. You can do better than that tingle, surely?"
"Witch."
"Tell me, pleeease!"
"Oh! A tingle is variable to the level required to make its mark on your memory and a colour that through your pantyhose. This will enable you to see your lesson has been well learned."
"I wanted you to tell me, not to lecture me, you silly man. And you know I do not wear pantyhose in summer - I find it encumbering."
"I wasn't lecturing."
"Then your last statement was very pompous."
"It's no matter: we can both work together to make a lasting impression, girl."
"I'm sure that the impression you'd like to make would endure."
"This may sound chauvinist, but you might find it best to wear whatever is deemed best for your well-being, lest your lesson will have to be repeated."
"It sounds and it is chauvinist. How could I ever forget the sartorial excesses of man!"
"Do not forget the sheer willfulness of woman."
"I won't, but I think you take pleasure in that sheerness."
"I take pleasure in a job well done to your and my satisfaction."
"I'm sure you are a consummate professional with all the girls."
"Indeed I am with you: thorough, thoughtful and dependable. And I won't take your bait."
"Such recommendations, sir and all from your own mouth."
"I won't show you the pictures in your mind to back-up my statements. I believe in confidentiality for your memories."
"I'll take your statements at face value and disregard the memories though they are clamouring to escape."
"It's actually often best for me to get to the bottom of any problem you may have, Laura."
"I thought you might bottom out soon, Mark, having wandered round the subject so guilefully for the past hour and however long."
"Well, doesn't such a meandering approach help you meet your personal goals?"
"I find your approach effective."
"I will never rush to place you into any position. So much can be achieved with you stood up."
"That's what my ex-boyfriends say along with the ungallant and porcine male commuters on trains these days."
"A lady 'presenting' herself can help so much in any experience."
"All presented and ready to be corrected so to speak?"
"Yes...one often finds a close link between you pulling your skirt right up and your ability to recall what happens next."
"Someone screams and pulls the communication cord?"
"It's undeniable that public punishments are frowned upon."
"You will have to wait until our walk is concluded for me to throw myself upon your mercy then."
"The mercy of others is not something you need trouble yourself with, Laura," he frowned and took her arm, pulling it possessively through his own. She shrugged and obliged him.
"So," he paused and turned to her, taking her other arm by the elbow and holding her close to him, in the shadow of the grassy hill that they had just descended.
"So?"
"Where do we go now?"
She looked up and down the harbour road. Her glance took in the children's playground, the rather bedraggled Chinese restaurant and the open air kiosk where they dispensed tea on fine afternoons like this.
"Do you prefer the tea-rooms or the bouncy castle?"
"Such choices: and you know I didn't mean that."
"Of course I knew. I can be so trying though."
"You can indeed."
"I do love your growl. It sends spines down my shivers."
"Is that good?"
"It's wonderful."
"Is it wonderful enough to put your perverse commuting, perambulating and theatricals aside, Laura?"
"And to focus on the perverse positions that you would put me in?"
"There is a harbour wall to lay you across, Laura.
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