Contractual Obligations
Copyright© 2016 by Freddie Clegg
Chapter 17: Aftermath
“You’ve got to get off here, sir. Service terminates here.”
The words of the Underground guard snapped Lionel out of his confused state. “What? I’m sorry...” he began.
“High Barnet, mate. We don’t go no further.”
“No. No, of course.” He looked around. The carriage was empty. He got up slowly and a little stiffly, still very conscious of pummelling that his buttocks had received from Allison.
“Are you all right, mate?”
Lionel nodded. “Yes. Yes, of course.” He looked around as he went to leave the train. “I missed my stop.”
“Next one back is on the other platform,” the guard said, shaking his head. It happened all the time. Drunk, doped up or simply too dozy to notice; they all ended up at the end of the line eventually. This one looked relatively normal though. Apart from the rather pre-occupied expression on his face.
“Thanks.” Lionel stepped out of the carriage and headed towards the train that would take him back south again. It was worse than missing his stop, though. He’d actually gone off in the wrong direction all together. He’d have to go back to Camden Town and then change onto the Edgeware branch.
The southbound train was empty too. There were only a couple of people sat at the far end of the carriage. At this time of the evening they were probably heading into town for a meal or maybe a late cinema show.
Lionel sat down cautiously. The pain of the beating was the least of his worries. He still didn’t know how he felt about what had happened at Allison’s flat, apart from being sorry for having distressed her – and not just because of the immeidate consequences. She had been justified in being upset, of course. He knew that. She had been entitled to punish him, hadn’t she? He hadn’t meant to worry her but he had been thoughtless and she had obviously been concerned.
If it hadn’t been for that what would he have thought of the session? Her peremptory commands, the sense of her barely contained anger, the feeling that she was taking no notice of any objection he might have to the way she was treating him – all these played directly on Lionel’s fantasies. Being bound and beaten? Well, to be taken captive by her had been arousing. The beating less so but being held across her lap as she brought the spatula down time after time had seemed somehow unavoidable, necessary even.
And what of what happened afterwards?
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