IMAGES OF IRONWOOD 


IMAGES OF IRONWOOD. Ironwood. The very name of that unique institution remains 
strongly evocative, even to this day. In this, the third volume of the famous 
Ironwood saga, the reader is once again invited to share in the Ironwood 
experience. IMAGES OF IRONWOOD presents selected scenes of unrelenting 
sensuality, of erotic longing, and occasionally, of those bizarre proclivities 
which touch the outer fringe of human sexuality. In these pages we renew our 
acquaintance with James, the lusty entrepreneur who now directs the Ironwood 
enterprise; with his bevy of young female students being trained in the many 
ways of love; and with Cora Blasingdale, the cold remote mistress of discipline. 
The images presented here capture the essence of the Ironwood experience.


Excerpt from Images of Ironwood

"You want me to watch while I paddle one of our girls?" I asked. The request did 
not seem so unreasonable to me. It was no more than we would do for any of our 
more voyeuristic clients, the ones who enjoyed a little show from time to time.

"No. no ... not exactly; not some girl of yours. I want you to do it to me", she 
breathed, biting down on her curled lower lip and studying me with that devilish 
gleam in her eyes.
"You want me to spank you?" I asked carefully.
Still looking me in the eye, she nodded her head.
I managed to keep my smile plastered on my face, not showing my incredulity at 
this astonishing good luck. I waited, still not sure I could believe my ears. 
But one look at the intensity in her silent eyes was enough to convince me. The 
woman was perfectly serious!

"Of course. How? I mean when?"
"Why not here? Now?" she whispered in a heated rush. With her eyes averted to 
the floor, I saw that this elegant, well-dressed lady was actually blushing like 
a schoolgirl. I found it charming. And I knew just what she wanted. I would 
immediately take charge.
"Stand up! And take off that jacket," I muttered, tight-lipped, swallowing down 
a knot of wildly rising excitement.

Her tongue peeked out to nervously pass over her set lips as she got to her feet 
and without hesitation undid the buttons of the suit jacket. With the jacket 
removed she waited before me in blouse and skirt, her dark eyes expectant, 
watching as I stood up, opened up the desk drawer and extracted a long thin 
ruler. Eighteen inches long, the narrow wooden strip would be ideal to whap that 
most appealing bottom. Her eyes followed the menacing ruler I held loosely in my 
hand as I came around the desk toward her.

Tucking the ruler under my arm, I reached out and placed my curved hands on the 
cradle of her hips so as to gently maneuver the big woman into place facing the 
desk. Sliding up behind her I whispered my next command into her ear.
"Belly up to the front of the desk. And bend over," I instructed
Victoria inched up, positioning herself so that the edge of the desk crossed 
just below her hips. Then she bent down to rest on her propped elbows. Tossing 
back her mane, she turned to look over her shoulder at me, like a schoolgirl 
seeking approval. The position was good, but not quite right.
"Reach across the desk. And hold on," I warned her.
As her hands gripped the far side of the desktop, she was forced to lower 
herself further down, turning her face to the side so that one cheek rested on 
the padded blotter at the center of the desk. I placed a flattened palm squarely 
between her shoulder blades and pressed down firmly, forcing Victoria to arch 
her back even further and raise her behind most invitingly.
Using the ruler, I lightly tapped her ankles.
"Spread 'em", I murmured.

And Victoria widened her stance in the narrow skirt, setting her high heels 
several inches apart. Now, I was satisfied, at least for the time being. 
Victoria was nicely in place, presenting her lush bottom to me, while I stood 
behind her sporting a very solid erection. Tingling with excitement, I leaned 
over the bending woman and brought my lips close to her ear.

"So you're one of those girls that enjoys having her ass warmed up a bit, eh?" I 
teased.
The dark-haired head moved in just the slightest nod.
"Say it!" I hissed.
"Yes, I like it."
"You like being spanked?"
"Yes, yes...I like being....sp..spanked," she breathed.
"And now you want me to spank that pretty ass of yours? Well?!"
"Yes, I want you to spank me!".
"Then ask nicely," I purred. "Go on, say it. I want to hear you beg for it!"
"Yes, yes, spank me, James," she babbled.
"No! Say please, 'please spank my pretty ass,' I taunted her.
"Spank my ass, James. Please, spank pretty my ass," the words tumbled out in a 
breathy rush. I couldn't help smiling to myself.

"Reach back...and lift up your skirt ... all the way," I ordered.
I watched Victoria's narrow elegant hands reach behind to clutch at the 
expensive fabric, grabbing handfuls and bunching it up as she hoisted the narrow 
skirt up to her waist uncovering a pantied rearend encased in the gauzy nylon of 
her sheer pantyhose.
"Not quite right," I opined critically. "A proper spanking must be administered 
on the bare bottom to be fully appreciated," I informed her primly.

Reaching up I hooked my fingers in the thin elastic waistband grabbing panties 
and pantyhose in one handful, and yanked her undies down, exposing in one fell 
swoop the delectable twin contours of Victoria Ginacola's eminently-spankable 
ass to the warm air. What I had laid out before me was a most splendid ass, not 
the hard girlish butt of a young woman of Ironwood, but the voluptuous, ripe 
curves of a mature, womanly behind. Hers was a substantial, roundly solid ass. 
One simply made for spanking. I would take a great deal of delight in doing so!



  
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