His still post-orgasmic wife registered this communication dimly until she felt his hands undoing the ribbon securing her pantalets around her trim waist. Then the true nature of her impending emergency registered, and the struggle began. The tall, athletic, robust young woman began thrashing about, her submissive trance of the previous half hour evaporating in sudden rebellion. Randolph had expected this, and as each of his suddenly combative bride’s hands reached back to try to hold onto her bottom’s last (albeit scant) layer of protection, it was caught in his massive strong grip. Soon both of her wrists were pinned against her bunched skirts, and in a trice the ends of the same cord that bound up those skirts now encircled her wrists, preventing her hands from affording her bottom one
