Jane had arrived hours ago. She wandered a bit and finally took the Tube. He said he would await her arrival at Speaker’s Corner, Regent’s Park. He said he would be there at one that Friday. She had thought of this moment for a long time. She didn’t question herself. She knew what to do.

There he sat on a bench. Two sandwiches and two drinks placed on a white cloth handkerchief. She spotted him first. She paused a moment. Knowing she could leave now. He looked over and spotted her. The moment she saw his eyes she was lost. She walked over and placed her overnight bag on the bench.

He stood, hesitated briefly, and then hugged her. She hugged him back and pressed her body into his.

“Will you join me for lunch,” he said with a wide grin.

“Yes, sir,” whispered Jane. He looked at her and took control.

“I got you a ham and cheese. Sit down Jane.”

“Yes, sir. Sir, do we have to eat lunch?”

“Yes, my dear. You will need your strength later.”

They ate their lunch and spoke of the fine summer weather. He told her of the dinner reservations and the show tickets for that night. He complimented her on her bright summer dress and she kept her eyes cast down. However, she couldn’t help, but steal glances at his face. They finished their lunch by feeding crumbs to the birds. He stood up and brushed the crumbs from his lap. “Hand me your bag, Jane.”

She reached over and handed him the bag. He stood over her and offered his other hand to help her up. He did not let go and the walked hand and hand from the park. The walked down the street to a little hotel.

“I’m on the second floor, Jane. Let’s take the stairs.”

He held the door to the stairwell open for her. When she reached the first landing, he said, “Stop, Jane.” He dropped the bag on the floor. He turned her to the wall and pushed her into it. She stood there trembling. “Jane, reach down and lift the hem of your dress.”

He stood there with his hand in her hair. Both her hands came down and grabbed the hem of her dress. She lifted the dress slowly till her hands rested on her hips. He looked down to her bottom and the thong wedged firmly between her cheeks. “Ah, you do follow directions.”

SMACK. She gasped has his heavy hand came down on her bottom.

SMACK. He lean leaned forward and kissed her cheek. “Good.”

He slowly releases her. “Sir, may I lower my skirt?”

“No, Jane.”

He leans over and picks up her overnight bag. “Follow me.”

He continues up the stairs. Jane’s heart races as she reaches the door. Again, he holds the door open for him. A quick glance to both sides of the hall convinces Jane that no one is there. She doesn’t know how far she must go. He enters the hallway and goes to the first door. He fits a key and motions for her to enter. “Jane, you may lower your dress now.”

“Thank you, sir.”

He lays her bag next to the dresser.