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Martin MacCrae - The Training of Jayne
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The Training of Jayne ( Book 2 )
Jayne’s stringent training continues in this erotic story of Victorian values enforced with rigid discipline!
From the book: ‘ ... Lady J. waited - almost three minutes, but to Jayne an endless eternity - until from her own vantage point at a window in the opposite stable block she was sure the professor was watching, then pressed the button of a buzzer which rang in the kitchen.
At the signal Pelham appeared, and now the professor watched, his own pulse quickening, at the extraordinary sight of the leather-booted groom striding purposefully across the courtyard towards the nude young woman.
Jayne had already been warned by Lady J. not merely that things had been arranged so that her morning exercise routine could, and almost certainly would, be surreptitiously overlooked by the Professor but also that, for the German’s benefit, there might be one or two demanding little ‘extras’ introduced.
With dismay - for the morning was already cold, and her skin now chilled by the long wait in the cold air, her nipples achingly hard - Jayne watched Pelham stride to the wall near where she stood and unhook and uncoil the long black hose used for washing down the yard.
She groaned inwardly, correctly guessing what was coming next, steeling her resolve to endure unflinching.
With hardening manhood the professor watched as the groom approached the young woman, turned on the hose and began lavishly to douse the nude torso before him from shoulders to knees then back again with the broad-spraying jet.
At this remove he could neither hear anything that was said, nor assess the temperature of the water - but he could see the young woman gasping under the onslaught even though she remained otherwise stock still, her arms remaining clasped behind her neck, feet together, back ramrod straight - arched even, so that the firm young breasts were thrust sacrificially forward, into the testing, searching spray.
The Prussian guessed, quite correctly, that the water was very cold.
The Training of Jayne ( Book 2 )
Jayne’s stringent training continues in this erotic story of Victorian values enforced with rigid discipline!
From the book: ‘ ... Lady J. waited - almost three minutes, but to Jayne an endless eternity - until from her own vantage point at a window in the opposite stable block she was sure the professor was watching, then pressed the button of a buzzer which rang in the kitchen.
At the signal Pelham appeared, and now the professor watched, his own pulse quickening, at the extraordinary sight of the leather-booted groom striding purposefully across the courtyard towards the nude young woman.
Jayne had already been warned by Lady J. not merely that things had been arranged so that her morning exercise routine could, and almost certainly would, be surreptitiously overlooked by the Professor but also that, for the German’s benefit, there might be one or two demanding little ‘extras’ introduced.
With dismay - for the morning was already cold, and her skin now chilled by the long wait in the cold air, her nipples achingly hard - Jayne watched Pelham stride to the wall near where she stood and unhook and uncoil the long black hose used for washing down the yard.
She groaned inwardly, correctly guessing what was coming next, steeling her resolve to endure unflinching.
With hardening manhood the professor watched as the groom approached the young woman, turned on the hose and began lavishly to douse the nude torso before him from shoulders to knees then back again with the broad-spraying jet.
At this remove he could neither hear anything that was said, nor assess the temperature of the water - but he could see the young woman gasping under the onslaught even though she remained otherwise stock still, her arms remaining clasped behind her neck, feet together, back ramrod straight - arched even, so that the firm young breasts were thrust sacrificially forward, into the testing, searching spray.
The Prussian guessed, quite correctly, that the water was very cold.