Love Struck

Chapter 7: Love Struck

Caroline had been unable to persuade her father to allow her to sit with the conscious visitor but by Sunday night Nathaniel had completely run out of an energy and, having deemed his patient out of danger, fallen into a deep sleep. At midnight she took her opportunity and finding that her father had forgotten to lock the door, entered the forbidden zone with a candle. She squeezed a hand hoping to wake the human lightning conductor gently. The ‘flowers’ on his skin showed no sign of disappearing just yet.

“Stranger” she whispered as his eyes opened in the flickering light “my father is just next door so please be quiet.”

“I’m sorry I can’t hear you. Speak up or speak into my ear.” instructed Sir Thomas.

The night visitor approached and knelt beside his head. “I said my father is the other side of the wall so please be quiet. Don’t judge him too harshly for being over protective.”

“Er, I wasn’t. Since I don’t my own name, perhaps you could furnish me with yours.”

“Caroline.”

“Pretty name.” A glib remark but always appreciated.

“Oh thank you. I thought it was common.”

“It’s a royal name and as such suits a queen.” This caused Caroline to blush so, encouraged, he continued, “When I saw you at the brook it was as if you were the sun.” He sincerely hoped he was talking to the right girl as he only recognised her by the hair.

“But you called Fanny, our maid, a goddess, according to her.”

“If I did I do not recall it, but maybe I was delirious.”

“As you surely were when you saw me?”

“As any man would be. About earlier, I am sorry I hit you.”

“Do want to know a secret, but you absolutely must promise not to tell another soul?”

“Please, Caroline, I don’t even know who I am … but yes I promise on whatever it is that is important to me.”

“I liked it.” she confessed.

“What?”

“I can’t explain it but the sensation of being rapped on my rear excites me in ways I do understand.”

“Then I must do it again and again.”

“But not now, father might hear.”

“What, a little slap?”

“No, my reaction.”

“This is a very odd conversation. Am I truly awake? Pinch me!”

Caroline did as he instructed.

“It would seem that this is real.” he admitted “But now I have to confess, and do not ask me to explain, striking your bottom was the thing I most wanted to do at the moment and I gave in to my desires.”

A mixture of wants went through Caroline. She began to think she was in a dream and her excitement was such that she thought she might faint. This was so much more than being punished by her father, so while he chatted her up some more, her mind was a whirr.

“If you really want to, I have a plan. Until you see me again, I shall keep in my father’s good books and hopefully we can meet in the daylight.”

She was about to go through the door when he beckoned her towards him “It would help if you could find some kind of rod. It would make things easier.”

“I’ll try.” she promised.

That night she rubbed her pussy not only with her hand but also the dildo on her naked body.