IRONWOOD IV: THE TAKING OF JANE IRONWOOD 4: THE TAKING OF JANE. The saga of Ironwood has been called "a masterpiece of modern erotic fiction". In this volume, the reader is once again taken to that remote place, this time to follow the odyssey of a new girl as she is initiated into the sometimes bizarre and often demanding ways of that peculiar institution. As we witness the taming of Jane, we come to know the imperious Madeleine, whose quickening lust for the young neophyte flares into burning obsession. In the end, Jane's story and Madeleine's merge in a twisted tale of infatuation and seduction. Excerpt from Ironwood IV: The Taking of Jane Stepping forward, Madeleine reached for the waistband of the skirt. While Jane waited patiently, her vacant eyes staring into space, Madeleine's deft fingers worked the sidecatch and tugged the loosened skirt down over the girl's hips till gravity could take over so it fell the rest of the way straight down her legs, to collapse into a soft heap ringing her ankles. With Dream-like detachment, the girl extended an arm to support herself on the older woman's shoulder while she lifted each foot in turn, so that Madeleine could pull free her from the fallen skirt. Next, Madeleine clamped a hand on each calve and slowly ran her hands up the feminine contours of those slender nyloned legs and over the finely-muscled thighs of the perfectly-still blond. Like a captivated art lover who can't resist tracing the sculpted lines of a superb specimen, her hands lovingly caressed the flowing sensuous lines, the slim hips, banded by the dark blue panties, the sleek flanks, and the tapering sweep of the blond's lithe torso. Through it all, Jane simply stood there, not moving a muscle, as the adoring hands explored her splendid body. Only the occasional flutter of her long fine lashes betrayed her rising excitement. I saw her close her eyes and swollow, once, twice. Now the roaming hands that had reached her shoulders, were reversing the journey, descending to retrace the route, molding her tapering lines, then riding the over slight ridge and onto the subtle flare of her hips to seek the edge of the hip-hugger panties she wore. Inching closer on her knees, Madeleine hooked her fingers in the waistband at either hip and lovingly, tenderly, lowered the girl's panties halfway down her thighs, unveiling, just inches from her face, the small, slightly-mounded sex shaded with just the faintest trace of silvery blond fleece. "Such a darling little pussy," her Mistress breathed in honest admiration, extending two fingertips to touch the motionless girl just on the neat tuck. Jane's slitted eyes closed, and she exhaled in a long hiss of breath. Madeleine could no longer resist the alluriung offering only inches from her face. Gripping the girl by the hips, her curled fingers dug into the pliant rearmounds, she pulled the enticing loins towards her. And with slow deliberation, she leaned forward and planted a friendly kiss squarely on that vulnerable pussy, getting a sharp gasp from the novice who clenched her hands and stiffened at the single piercing thrill. Madeleine smiled triumphantly, and drew back to look up at the blond's face, her cupped hands still lightly cradling the slender hips. She inched her hands around to clasp the girl's bottom and give her little squeeze before letting her hands slide down following the rounded contours till she came to the twisted nylon panties still spanning the pale thighs. "Let's get these off you", she breathed, and slipping her fingers in the waistband she slid her hands down Jane's legs, deftly skimming down the panties in one quick motion.Ironwood 4