Extract from Naughty, Naughty

I was going to be punished. Maybe I didn’t deserve it, but I was extremely grateful Sabina had decided to do it rather than lose her temper.

The full truth had come out in the café in Moiremont. As David Anthony had already planted the seeds of doubt in Sabina’s mind there was no use denying it. All I could do was be absolutely honest, admitting I’d promised her father I would speak to her, but that everything that had happened afterwards had been beyond my power to stop, including the fact that I, and Poppy, found her so desirable.

She’d been angry, at first, and stormed out of the café. I followed, and Poppy, both babbling apologies while the men trundled sheepishly behind. Finally Sabina had stopped, right on the peak of the hill, and told us we had a choice. Either we could go our separate ways and never meet again, or she could punish us both in whatever way she saw fit. Poppy had answered immediately, her head hung in very real remorse, promising Sabina she’d accept whatever was chosen. I’d hesitated, then gave a single, shamefaced nod.

The gesture was typical of an enthusiastic beginner at sadomasochistic sex, but if it was what Sabina wanted, then I could only accept. I wanted her, as she wanted me, and if my punishment was what it took to restore her hurt feelings, then so be it. The boys accepted the idea with enthusiasm, not surprisingly, until she pointed out that they shared a portion of my guilt, and that if they wanted to stay with us, let alone watch as Poppy and I were dealt with, then they’d have to take their medicine.

Unfortunately Monty and Gavin owned the cars, so after a little hard bargaining the three of them got off with having to kneel in the road and kiss Sabina’s boots. Poppy and I were not going to get off so lightly, and as we rearranged our gear between the cars she was already asking their advice on how to get the most out of each of us. I had to speak up, and moved as casually as possible to behind Sabina, so that Monty and Jeff could see me, before providing an urgent and distinctly embarrassing pantomime in my efforts to get them not to mention nappies.

Jeff saw, making a puzzled face as Sabina bent down to push a bag further into the boot. I made frantic signals, indicating a bulge around my hips and between my legs, which drew extremely strange looks from a passing French couple. Monty had caught on too, and as I stuck my thumb in my mouth and began to stuck, both nodded in comprehension. I shook my head, making the gesture a negative, too late.

‘I’ll tell you what she really, really hates,’ Monty said blithely. ‘Put her in nappies.’

I hid my head in my hands as Sabina straightened up.

‘You what?’ Nappies!?

‘Yeah, nappies,’ Jeff answered, warming to the theme. ‘She hates it, really hates it, but it gets her off. She can’t help it.’

I was bright red, and must have been beetroot by the time Sabina had turned to me, her expression wavering been doubt, amusement and disgust.

‘It’s what Pops does to her, when she’s really bad,’ Monty supplied.

‘Well?’ Sabina asked, turning to Poppy, who shook her head.

‘No, they’re just playing the fool, trying to embarrass Gabrielle and get a laugh.’

‘I’m not quite sure I believe you,’ Sabina answered slowly, looking from Poppy to me.

Monty had finally caught on.

‘Pops is right, we’re only joking.’

Jeff hadn’t.

‘No, seriously, Sabina, make her go around in a nappy for a bit, she’ll hate it, but she’ll cream for you.’

'Okay…’ Sabina went on. ‘Somebody’s lying, so let me see. Gabrielle, what if I were to give you say… thirty strokes of the cane?’

I winced, I couldn’t help it, but that was all. She gave a little chuckle, openly pleased by my apprehension at the prospect of pain, and went on.

‘And if I were to make you go in nappies for a while?’

I was blushing hotter than before, I couldn’t help it, and shaking, the mixture of embarrassment and excitement at the prospect of have her put me in nappies far too strong to let me hold back my emotions. Even my chest had gone pink, prickly heat rising between my breasts and up my neck. Sabina gave a little smile, and laughed.

‘Yeah, you’re right Jeff. I mean, what in the world could be worse than a grown woman being made to go in nappies! Nappies it is then, and you, Poppy, get extra for lying.’

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