The Choice (30 page)

‘Poppy, we need you. Giles has done something incredibly stupid …’

I listened to the same story Lucy had told me, only from a different perspective and ending with the news that Giles had apparently been charged under the Sexual Offences Act and with assaulting a police officer, none of which surprised me and yet the news was still a shock. It was taken for granted
that
he could no longer stand for re-election as President, and who should stand in his place.

‘… has to be you, Poppy, otherwise we’re going to lose.’

‘But Giles hasn’t actually stood down?’

‘How can he? He’s in a police cell in Reading or somewhere.’

‘Yes, but …’

‘We’ve put your name forward, Poppy, and called an emergency meeting this afternoon. You need to speak.’

She was right, and I let myself be hustled across to the Chamber. It was packed and buzzing with rumours, Giles’ name on everybody’s lips and the opposition gloating over his downfall. I kept my opinions to myself and tried to work out what I should say and to ignore the unworthy sense of triumph welling up inside me. My speech was soon ready and I went down to the bar for a large gin and tonic, hoping to seem relaxed and confident while struggling to calm my nerves, then crossed to the debating chamber.

I’d never seen it so full, nor felt so much the centre of attention as I made my short walk to the podium. Everybody’s eyes were on me, their whispered conversations suddenly stilled as I climbed up to face them, nearly two thousand people and every one of them intent on what I had to say.

‘Ladies and gentlemen, as I stand here I find myself faced with a choice; a choice between on the one hand accepting your nomination as Presidential candidate for the Michaelmas term in place of Giles Lancaster and on the other declining that honour but retaining my own. All of you know by now, I am sure, that Giles was arrested on Saturday night following a Hawkubites Society dinner party. At this dinner party he encouraged a young lady who will remain nameless to perform various sexual acts. He also had sex with her and with at least one of his fellow diners. Unfortunately two members of the
public
witnessed this and the police were called, leading to his arrest on charges of indecency and assaulting a police officer.’

I waited for the shocked conversation to die down.

‘Clearly the majority of you feel that in the circumstances he cannot stand for re-election as President, but if Giles Lancaster is to be condemned for his actions, then I too must be condemned for mine. I therefore decline the nomination.’

For a moment the rising buzz of conversation drowned out my voice, but quickly died once more and I carried on, now with my heart thumping in my chest.

‘Instead, I propose to you that Giles’ acts are more to be praised than censored. What he and his friends did was between freely consenting adults and was intended to remain private. Nobody was harmed, or need not have been had not the police seen fit to interrupt the evening. I cannot condone assault, but I will say this. Giles stood alone against two fully trained police officers in order to allow a female friend to escape arrest for what comes down to being accidentally seen while having sex. Call me old fashioned, but if any man did that for me he would deserve my devotion.

‘So, let me ask you this: what did Giles do that any one of us has not done, in thought if not in deed? Think before you answer that, even if you answer it only to yourself. Giles may have stepped outside those moral boundaries to which we are expected to pay lip service, but has he done wrong? If you think he has not, then you should support his candidacy, while, if you think he has, then I cannot in good conscience ask you to support mine.’

I had hoped it would be enough, but they looked more puzzled than anything and as the whispering began again I caught Violet’s name. A flick of my finger and the microphone was at max, my voice booming out around the Chamber as I spoke.

‘Yes, if you want the juicy details I am involved in a flagellant
ménage à trois
with Violet Aubrey and Dr James McLean.’

The echoes of my voice died away to leave complete silence. I was choking back tears and I could feel the heat of my burning face, but I went on regardless.

‘Yes, that’s right. I sleep with Violet and I like to be spanked by James, and Violet too, yes, spanked, as in smacked on my bare bottom with my knickers pulled down. It makes me come and I heartily recommend it to you, but, if you don’t like it, balls to the lot of you.’

I’d meant to flash my bottom, but my courage had given out and it was all I could manage to finish my speech.

‘I therefore propose to you, for President of this Chamber in the coming Michaelmas term, Giles Lancaster.’

I stepped down, expecting yells of condemnation and outrage, if not actual tomatoes and eggs. For a moment there was only the sound of my heels on the floorboards, then somebody at the back had begun to clap, another and a third. A cheer went up and suddenly everybody had joined in. I turned to look, and found only a few glum, censorious faces among the hundreds clapping and cheering, yet it was definitely time to make an exit. A bow, a wave and I was gone, out through the lobby and into the deserted gardens.

My heart was hammering and I was having trouble controlling my breathing, but a glorious sense of elation had begun to well up inside me, and freedom too. I no longer cared what they said or what they did, who thought what about me and what the consequences might be. I was out, with a vengeance and it felt wonderful. Everybody was going to want to talk to me and I couldn’t cope, so I hurried for the gates as the doors banged behind me, only to stop as an all-too-familiar voice called my name.

‘Poppaea!’

It was Giles, hurrying towards me with a look of astonishment and gratitude on his face. As soon as he reached me he kissed me, laughing.

‘I think you’ve sunk us both there, with a vengeance, but I’ll tell you one thing: they’ll still remember us long after any prime ministers that lot throw up are gone!’

I couldn’t help but grin, but I was wondering what he was doing there. ‘I thought you were in a cell in Reading or something awful like that?’

‘What was good enough for dead Oscar would be good enough for me, my dear, but as it happens Uncle Randolph came and got me out. The scandal wouldn’t do at all, you see.’

‘You jammy sod!’

‘My thoughts exactly, and I’m not going to be sent down either.’

‘And Lucy?’

‘Lucy got away, as you know. She’s safe, but, as regards your speech, I do think that, perhaps, a comparison to Roland at Roncevalles might have been in order, or maybe …’

‘Shut up, and come with me.’

I took his hand and led him from the Chamber grounds, walking as fast as I could. He followed, grinning.

In my room at Boniface I closed the oak and pushed him against it, taking the tag of his fly in my fingers.

‘Just how discreet can you be, Lancaster?’

‘Perfectly, I assure you.’

‘Then this never happened.’

As I spoke I drew down his fly. His answer was a soft groan as I freed his cock into my hand and began to tug on it and to kiss him. He took my head in his hands, teasing the back of my neck as our mouths came open together and my intention of simply treating him to a suck had already begun to fade. I
was
breathless as we came apart, his cock now swelling fast in my hand as I went down on my knees.

‘This is only going to happen once, Giles, but … but do whatever you like.’

His answer was to pull up my top and bra, freeing my breasts as I took him in my mouth. I was stroking them as I sucked, deliberately showing off to him as well as pleasing myself and all the while hoping he’d take full advantage of my surrender. His hands found my head again, holding me in place on his cock and controlling the rhythm until he was fully erect, only to suddenly twist my hair hard and pull me back as he spoke. ‘That’s nice, but it’s not really what you deserve, is it?’

I was pulled into my room, crawling on the floor with his hand still twisted tight into my hair, to the bed and over his knee. At the realisation that I was to be spanked I gave in completely, sobbing out my emotions as my skirt was lifted and my knickers tucked down around my thighs to leave me showing behind, with his cock a hard wet bar against my hip. His hand settled on my bottom.

‘So you like to be spanked?’

‘Yes. You know I do.’

‘And you’d like to be spanked by me.’

‘Yes. Yes, please, Giles, do it … spank me hard.’

‘That’s Mr Lancaster to you, Poppy Miller.’

His hand lifted and came down again, a firm swat across both my cheeks, and then it had begun, a vigorous, no-nonsense spanking that had me kicking in my knickers and shaking my hair, and all the while with the same glorious thought held in my head, that I was over the knee of the most arrogant, self-satisfied bastard in the entire university, bare bottom and wriggling as I was smacked.

It took just moments to get me over the barrier before I was sticking my bottom up for more. He was laughing at my
eagerness
and began to amuse himself with my bottom, knowing he had me helpless, one strong arm around my waist. I was his anyway, far too aroused to want it to stop and enjoying every moment as he tormented me; opening my behind to inspect my anus, pulling my knickers tight up into the crease of my bottom and lifting me by them as he slapped at my cheeks, taking them right off and putting them on my head, laughing as he went back to spanking me.

‘You should see yourself!’

I didn’t need to, because I could imagine exactly how I looked, with my knickers on my head and my breasts jiggling as my red bottom bounced to the smacks, my legs wide open and my sex showing between, wet and ready for his cock. The thought of being fucked by him when he’d finished with me was too much, and I was unable to help myself as I cocked my legs open across his thigh, a trick James had taught me to make me come as I was punished.

‘You dirty girl!’

The smacks got harder, every one pushing my open sex onto his leg and I was gasping out my pleasure into the coverlet, calling him a bastard and begging him to spank me harder, until at last it all came together in a long glorious climax that left me hanging limp over his knee. He chuckled, no longer spanking me but with his hand still on my blazing bottom, stroking my cheeks and tickling between them. It was his turn.

‘Now make me say thank you.’

‘What a nice way of putting it. I rather think I shall.’

I was completely spread to him, but I didn’t care, abandoned to him as he slid a finger into me from behind. His cock was still pressed to my leg, as hard as ever, and I took it in hand, pulling on it as he explored my sex. I wanted him inside me, both for the simple physical pleasure and for the humiliation
of
being fucked by him after he’d spanked me, and quickly scrambled off his lap and onto the bed, lifting my rosy bottom for his enjoyment.

He shook his head and swallowed at the sight I was presenting to him. I gave him an encouraging wiggle as he climbed on the bed. His hands gripped my bottom, opening me. I felt his cock touch my sex, held in place as he savoured the moment before sliding it deep inside me and it was done. Giles Lancaster had fucked me, spanked me and fucked me.

I reached back for my sex, eager to come again while he was inside me. He was moving slowly, enjoying every moment he had me at his mercy, but as I began to play with myself and let the rude thoughts build up once more he spoke. ‘Will this really be the only time?’

‘Yes …’

‘But I can do as I like?’

‘Yes … anything.’

He pulled out. His cock slid up between my bottom cheeks, pressing to my anus.

‘Oh God! Giles …’

My voice broke to a gasp as he pushed and I was panting out my ecstasy and clutching at my sex as he eased the full length of his erection slowly up my bottom. He got it all in, then began to push, with my muscles already starting to tighten in orgasm. Now I was well and truly done; spanked, fucked and now sodomised by Giles Lancaster, but it was my own choice and not done for advantage or to further my interests, but to give and to take pleasure with the freedom granted to me by my lovers, James and Violet.

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