Regression
Chapter Four
Over the following year, Richard and Jim became one person. They studied and
lived together. There were still arguments, but they blew over and life took
on a pleasant quality that Richard had never before experienced. His father
left him alone to be guided by James Ellison's personal regime. A new
awakening had happened in Richard's life. Someone cared for him deeply and he
blossomed under the attention he received. He'd been spanked countless
times, but he'd never hated Jim as he did his father. He knew his father
whipped him out of hatred, but Jim for some unusual reason, loved him.
Richard had been making plans for his birthday. With guile, deviousness and
wild obfuscation's, he persuaded his father to let Jim take him on a tour of
Europe. They set out in May for Paris. The spring weather was holding true to
form and it was days of deep blue skies and white fluffy clouds dotting the
horizons.
Jim found that he had grown to love the young man deeply. Of course, he
realized that Richard was way too young for him. The ex-soldier knew his
feelings could be grounds for dismissal, or worse, imprisonment... if he
acted upon them. He also felt certain that his young companion merely
considered him a father figure, or elder brother. This was the way it had to
be. Their life had settled into a nice, safe, comfortable routine.
The student and mentor traveled by train, coach, boat, and horseback. They
stopped frequently to explore the historical venues they discovered. Maps
from texts that Richard had memorized as a youth became real places when he
saw them with his own eyes. Castles, museums, and even battlefields were long
entries into his journal cataloging all they experienced.
One evening in Paris Jim had gone to the theater to see a new play. Richard
had begged off saying he was extremely tired and would retire early after
dining with his new friends. They had separated after dinner, each going
their own way. At least, that was the tale that Jim was fooled into
believing. In reality, Richard had gone off to the gaming dens with the
young men he'd met sightseeing earlier that month. The young men were known
as top-sawyers. First rung of the hill, so to speak. Lord Asthreth, Lord
Liverpool and Lord Nivens were all frivolously making their way through life
on their family's fortunes. Exactly the sort of men that his friend James
would deeply deplore, but on a more hopeful note, men that his father would
approve of and perhaps even admire.
"Richard, why don't you dump that old fogey of a tutor and come down to my
estate. We can hunt...all manner of things." Stephen leered at his friends.
He was a young Lord that had just come into his inheritance and was hell bent
on spending a great portion of it. "Have another glass of champagne."
Motioning to a servant, he stopped to gaze around the room. Rows of green
topped tables crowded the floor, at them sat men playing games of chance.
Many men had been ruined in the gaming hells of Paris. Perfume hung in the
air as satin dressed women hung over the men, with their low décolletage
showing just enough white breast, festooned with glistening diamonds.
"No, no, I'm not ready to leave Paris. I'm...um...I'm not leave...I'm not
leaving the..."
" 'Whores' is the word, Richard. We should've never taken you down to the
brothel district. Now we'll never get you away from Paris." Lord Liverpool
sighed glumly. "I wish I had the money for a pretty little dove to cater
around town." It was a well-known fact that this young Lord was always in
debt and having to beg his family solicitor for more allowance.
"Tina." Richard dreamily gazed into space. "She's so lovely."
"Yes, Tina. You better watch out for your pocketbook, she's one expensive
little bit of fluff. Come on, I've had enough gaming for the night, let's see
what else is going on. I hear there's a cock fight over at Brumley's
tonight."
Signing a waiver they left the club, drunk.
Jim arrived back at The Claridges Hotel around midnight. A note had been left
for him in his name. Opening the envelope he read the scrawled message
quickly.
Captain Ellison:
Please meet me in the bar. I urgently need to talk to you.
Lord Liverpool.
Jim closed the envelope slowly. Wasn't Richard's new friend called Lord
Liverpool? As it catered to the young elite of Paris the visitors lounge was
open until three in the morning, but the only person in the bar was an old
man in the corner.
"Lord Liverpool?"
"Yes, Mr. Ellison. Take a seat. " Motioning for the barman, he ordered
another drink. "One for my friend too. Whiskey, okay Ellison?"
"A little strong for me, but all right."
"You'll need it." The old man hunched into himself as if very cold.
"What's this about, sir?" Jim felt a small sliver of fear run through his
body. "Has something happened to Richard?"
"My dear man, many things have happened to Richard. Some not so good. The
worst being that he met my grandson." Liverpool stopped talking at the
expression on the man's face beside him.
"IS RICHARD ALL RIGHT!" Jim surged forward, invading the old man's personal
space; he brought his face up close and fixed the Lord with a glare. This was
just not done. There was an unspoken law of contact and honor paid to men of
Lord Liverpool's station in life. Jim knew he was breaking this law, but his
concern for Richard was consuming him body and soul.
"Yes. No need to raise your voice to me young man. You Americans have no
manners. Humph." Scooting back away from the deranged tutor he continued. " I
just wanted to warn you that young Richard's going in the same direction as
my grandson. Our Stephen used to be such a good boy, but drinking, gaming and
whoring as taken its toll on him.
"I met your student at a brothel in their company. He was so drunk he could
barely stand even with the help of the little ladybird he had with him."
Jim's set face was answer enough. "I see you did NOT know."
"No. And I thank you, Your lordship, for bringing this to my attention. I
deeply appreciate your warning. Please excuse my rude behavior. You must
understand I take my position of care for my young charge seriously. Even if
young Richard doesn't appreciate it. And, for your information I think it is
time for us to be continuing our travels."
Excusing himself he went to the desk and asked for Richard's key. If the
young hedonist wanted entry to his rooms tonight he would have to
knock at his own door.
Richard giggled as he flirted with the young housemaid who opened the door to
his suite. The desk clerk had no key for him and he was lucky to find this
sweet thing gathering supplies in a cupboard. A few whispered promises of
trinkets were all it took to gain entry.
The night had ended in a notorious brothel near the palace. It was all the
rage for young actresses to allow the entitled young men to escort them home
and to bed. Richard had indeed helped the young lady to bed and then climbed
into it with her. Two hours later, a little more sober Richard had made his
way home.
Shutting the door he threw his greatcoat over a chair before dropping into
it. Sighing, he started to pull the boots from his feet. A strange feeling
came over him, as if someone was in the room with him. "Who's there?"
"You stink! I can smell her cheap perfume and more all over you. I hope you
had a good time, Richard." The sharp edge of Jim's voice aroused
fear in young Richard's breast.
"Jim, what are you doing awake at his hour. I...we...well, we all went out to
a club..."
"Stop lying. You've been to bed with some harlot. You reek of sex."
"So? I met a young lady tonight who I bedded. THAT is none of your business."
"Oh?" The tone sent shivers through Richard's body. "Stand up." Jim pulled
his charge to his feet. He started by unbuttoning and removing his weskit and
then pulled off his shirt. "Well, I hope you enjoyed it, tomorrow we're
leaving for Geneva." Pushing him down onto the bed, he continued stripping
the young man by pulling off his trousers. Tossing them onto the chair he
completed his task of divesting Richard
of his clothing, leaving him naked on the satin duvet.
"Stop, Jim. Please. I..."
"Shut up!" A naked young man lay before him. "You need a bath. " Pouring some
water from a pitcher into a large bowl, he grabbed a cloth and lathered it
well. "Hold still." Running the rough fabric over Richard's chest he
continued on downward until he reached Richard's manhood. " You know, you can
catch diseases playing with those women." Gently he washed the flaccid penis
and the tender flesh beneath it. "I ought to pull this off you. You've no
more sense than a kitten." He rinsed the soap from the flesh before him and
without drying the skin he pulled the young man over his knees.
"One....I will not go whoring again." A loud smack produced a short cry from
Richard. "Two, I will not disobey Jim" A second smack a little harder than
the first. "Three. To hell with it." Jim let loose with ten hard swats to
the white round bottom, turning it a nice red shade. The loud cries echoed
around the room.
"Jim, please stop. Please....I'm sorry.....I won't do it anymore!" He tried to
turn his bottom away but Jim held him securely on his lap. "Stop!"
"Stop? I don't know that word, little boy." Another swat on the middle and
one down on the crease of his butt. Reaching beside him he picked up a
hairbrush....the screams getting louder. "One.....I will not go whoring...."he
started again. By the time he finished the young man was sobbing
uncontrollably. Pulling him up into his arms he wiped Richard's face.
"Shh,.....it's okay, little one." Rocking him gently he felt his love settle
down.
"Jim..." The slurred words of protest at the treatment faded as Richard fell
into a drink-laden sleep.
"Damn you. I know you were a virgin." Jim whispered to his young charge. His
acute vision zeroed in on Richard's lips. The temptation was too much. He
softly kissed the full red lips. "I love you, Richard," he whispered,
gathering him into his arms he held the beautiful young man through the rest
of the night.