Elena's Travails

Chapter Four

Chapter Four

The restaurant was muted and candlelit. A Mozart piano concerto played softly in the background. Victor was sitting across the table from Nadia. He was wearing a Saville Row tailored suit and tie. Nadia wore an above the knee deep purple dress that made her look like she was eighteen years old. The crossover vee neckline was cut low to expose her luscious décolletage. Victor could not keep his eyes off her nor could the guests around them all similarly dressed and coiffed. While Victor ignored their stares and whispers, Nadia picked up every nuanced look and remark.

“I’ve decided it’s time to introduce Elena to my friends. I’m going to have a party.”

“You have so many friends. Will I need to rent a hall?”

“Thank you for that. It’s going to be a more intimate affair. It will be at the house…more convenient for what might happen.” He smiled at that.

Nadia sipped her wine and looked at her husband. “Victor, I understand. By the way, I am so happy this dress pleases you. I went to Mrs. Goldman and told her to create something just for you.”

“Ah, Mrs. Goldman and her old fashioned dress shop. What would my friends and I do without her? I have known that woman my entire life. You know she is my mother’s closest friend. As such, of course, she knows everything about me…and I mean everything, Nadia.”

Nadia laughed. “Mrs. Goldman is a nosey mother hen, a superb dress designer, and the best seamstress in this town. She even makes me look good.”

“You’d look good in burlap. Every male in this over-priced restaurant, including me, is ogling you and your neckline.”

“No, darling, you are the main attraction. I am simply your reflection. You are incredibly handsome tonight. Look around you. Every woman in this place is staring at you. However, getting back to the party, Elena has nothing to wear. I suppose I could find something of mine-”

“No, no. Take her to Mrs. Goldman. Have her do something…um… showy and special. You know what I want.”

“Is there a theme?”

Victor thought for a moment. “So wise to ask that, woman. That hadn’t occurred to me. I’m thinking …hmm…honky tonk!”

Nadia laughed. “Well, knowing how you love denim, I should have guessed.”

“I see her in a jean skirt, indigo blue, skin tight, thigh high, of course. I’ll leave the top to you and Mrs. Goldman.”

“And so it shall be, Victor. By the way, would it be too impertinent of me to ask if you have any plans for Elena? I mean like will you keep her at home with me or-”

“For the short term, Leon Berjinsky will employ her. Leon and his wife Ana will teach her the plumbing business.” He laughed at his own joke. “After that, I intend to pursue getting her married. She’s as ripe as they come. I will not have some f*****g young stud asshole knocking her up. No, she’s going to be a virgin when I take her down the aisle.”

The next morning Nadia drove Elena to Mrs. Goldman’s shop. Nadia glanced at Elena. “You have not said a word since we left home. You’re miles away.”

“I was thinking…”

“I’m listening, sweetie.”

“Well, hopefully you won’t be upset if I tell you. I mean my bottom is still sore from when you strapped me last night.”

Nadia laughed. “Elena, you have no choice. There can be no secrets between us. Tell me. I’ll decide if I need to spank you again. ”

“I-It’s about, Victor. He’s always so serious and strict. I honestly don’t mind the spankings - I know I deserve it. But his eyes...”

“Does he make you wet?”

“That’s it…yes…, he makes me wet.” Elena whispered.

Nadia affectionately squeezed Elena’s jean-clad thigh. “You may change your mind when he takes you up to the spanking room on the third floor.”

Elena looked incredulously at Nadia.

“Oh, yes, we have a spanking room. There’s a big leather horse, cuffs, straps, whips, even a big old principal’s paddle. In the spring when the willows green up, Victor cuts willow switches and puts them to soak them in an old butter crock we keep on the back porch. The switches stay supple and green. They sting something fierce.”

Elena stared out the window.

“I think you want him to f**k you.”

Elena colored and turned away. “Y-Yes, Nadia. I do and I’m so ashamed.”

“Elena, we’re a family. You need not worry about Victor f*****g you. He will f**k you, front and back, but for now he’s preoccupied with your domestic discipline and housemaid training.”

“When do you think-”

“I don’t know that. It’s up to him. I can tell you this: he’s working on getting you married.”

“Nadia, did you say married?”

“Oh, yes, sweetie. He says the sooner the better.”

“No! I won’t!”

“Elena, don’t be stupid. Victor is the boss. You have no say in the matter. Question his authority one more time and I’ll wash out your mouth with soap and then he’ll whip you raw.”

“N-o-o-o,” Elena wailed.

“Stop it right now or I’ll spank you at the dressmaker’s shop!”

Elena slumped down in her seat. It wasn’t fair. However, if she pushed the matter, she knew Nadia would take her hairbrush out of her purse.

“Look, you should be grateful. Victor’s pleased to have you in our home. He loves having the two of us under his thumb.”

“I know, Nadia, but I’m really self conscious about going braless. All that jiggling…”

“Get used to it, Elena. Victor loves our jiggling, big-breasted, wet nurse look. It’s how we please him. Celia didn’t have a big bust. It might have been one of the reasons Victor got rid of her.”

“I shouldn’t complain, Nadia. You and Victor have been so good to me. I won’t say another word.”

“That’s my girl,” Nadia said triumphantly as she pulled into Goldman’s parking lot. “By the way, you’re going to be getting out of the laundry room. Victor has found you a job at a plumbing company owned by Mr. and Mrs. Berjinsky.” She smiled at Elena. “They’re an older couple and friends of Victor’s. You must tread carefully when you are at work.”

“What do you mean by carefully?”

Nadia laughed. “You’ll see.”

When Nadia took Elena back to Mrs. Goldman for her final fitting, inexplicably, during the fitting with Mrs. Goldman fussing over her breasts, Elena threw a snit fit, which embarrassed Nadia. It gave the erroneous impression she had no control over her new charge.

Right in front of Mrs. Goldman, Elena shrieked, “I’m not wearing this outfit! Half my boobs are showing and the skirt is up to my crotch.”

Nadia quickly delivered two ringing slaps that reduced Elena to a blubbering mess. When Nadia got her home, she sent Elena up to her back bedroom and called Victor.

“I’m sorry to bother you, darling. But I must talk.”

“You sound angry.”

“I am. I can hardly speak.”

“Tell me then. Is it about Elena?”

“Oh, yes. She threw a hissy fit at Mrs. Goldman’s. I slapped her good, but she’s still kind of crazy.”

“Where is she now?”

“I sent her up to her bedroom. Do I have your permission to punish her?”

“Absolutely. Spank her right now! I want her ready for me tonight.”

“Are you saying-?”

“Yes, Nadia, it’s time. I want you to introduce her to the third floor.”

Nadia felt herself growing wet. She mewed with anticipation.

“You little mink. I ought to do you, too.”

“She’s got it coming.”

“Of course she does. Would you like to watch me?”

“Omigod, Victor. I’d love that. Thank you.”

“I may want you to bed her after I’m through with her.”

“Only if you wish me to, darling.”

“I think you’ve earned it and I know you’ve wanted to get her into bed.”

“Will you join us?”

“No. darling. This is your night. I have other plans.”

Nadia was lightheaded. “How can I thank you, Victor?”

“Just be a good girl. How does Elena’s party dress look?”

“Scrumptious – she’s all t**s and ass.”

“Excellent. Look, I’m very busy. I want you to spank the hell out of her. Do not hold back! I’ll be home later to finish her off.”

“I love you, darling.”

Nadia opened Elena’s bedroom door without as much as a knock, startling Elena. She was sitting on her bed with her hands in her lap. It was how Nadia had taught to sit when she was a little girl and about to be spanked. She glanced up at Nadia with red-rimmed eyes.

“I thought I told you to get out of your jeans.”

“N-Nadia, I’m sorry.”

“No you’re not. When I’m through with you then you’ll be sorry. Come along.”

Elena looked quizzically at her mistress. “Where are you taking me?”

“Up the stairs to the spanking room, little girl.”