Learning by Degree

Rose stood with her hand on the door latch. A final check of her dress, a deep breath. She opened the door.

“Hello,” she beamed.

“Hello, Ha ha, I’m Brian. Is er, ha ha, Alex at home? we were just passing, ha ha” he stepped forward and offered his hand.

Before her offering his hand stood a man of about five foot six with ruddy cheeks, aged about 50 but dressed out of his time in a cheap buttoned up shiny suit, dull brown brogues and an open blue anorak, his ensemble set off by a bright red bobble hat.

How delightful a gnome, thought Rose, as she shook his hand. “I’m Rose, please come in. I’m Alex’s research assistant. I’m helping him outline his new book.”

The couple entered and Rose closed the door behind them.

Mrs Gnome wore black court shoes, brown patterned tights gathered at the ankle, a flowery dress and a voluminous fake fur jacket. Her ensemble completed by a fascinator with a two foot long ostrich feather which stuck out and bobbed in front of her. Her make-up owed much to the Picasso school of art. She reminded Rose of an angler fish.

Rose offered her hand to Mrs Gnome, “Hello I’m Rose.”

Mrs Gnome standing slightly sideways to Rose clutched her bottle of wine tight to her chest. At Rose’s offer of a hand she leaned away and made a slight humming sound. 

Ah, thought Rose, all the grace of a first year curate faced with Beelzebub himself. “Well um Alex is quite busy, but do come and say hello. As she leaned for the door handle with her back to Mr Gnome she knew Mrs Gnome would have a clear view through the side of her dress. 

Rose ushered the Gnomes into the lounge, “Alex you have visitors, Mr and Mrs, ahem er, Brian and er, sorry I didn’t catch your name?”

“Jean. It’s Jean,” offered Mr Gnome. Mrs Gnome clutched her bottle.

Alex was a picture of tortured study. One arm outstretched to his side, open hand cocked up away from him the other hand on his brow, head thrown back, eyes shut. “Rose! Rose! What was that reference you had, it’s crucial, don’t let me lose it”

Rose turned to the Gnomes “I’m sorry I won’t be a mo.” she crossed to the table and picked up the nearest book, quickly she leafed through it pretending to search. Then holding it in front of Alex, “Here I think this is what you’re looking for, I think it’s pertinent,” she pointed at a paragraph.

Alex took his hand from his brow and held the book out high in front of him pretending to read it. Suddenly he bellowed, “Yes yes that’s the one, it all hinges on this, perfect. Let me make note. Pen! Pen!”

Rose rummaged around the books finding a pen and placing it in Alex’s outstretched hand.

Alex suddenly turned from looking at the book in one hand to the pen in the other. Again he bellowed, “Notebook! Notebook!”

Rose leant over the table and rummaged for a notebook, “Notebook, notebook...” she kept repeating more in an attempt to stop herself from laughing than any kind of searching aid.

Mr Gnome stepped forward and picked up a notebook, “Notebook,” he announced tersely offering it to Rose.

“Ah thank you so much. Here sir notebook,” She took the book from Alex and replaced it with the notebook while still holding the book for Alex to see.

Alex prepared to write, bringing the pen to paper in a flourish, “Book title Rose?” he demanded.

Mr Gnome cleared his throat, “Green,” he began, and following a glance at Mrs Gnome completed the title with, “EGGS – AND – HAM” 

Alex scribbled, “Yes yes, Dr Zeuss excellent social commentary,” then looking over his notebook, effusively greeted his guests,“Brian, and Jean hello how are you, so good to see you. How long has it been?”

“Aye Alec, it’s been a while,” he looked from Alex to Rose and back to Alex, “Well we can see you’re busy, we won’t keep you.”

“Would you like a cup of tea,” Rose beamed, leaning forward on tiptoe and shimmying a little as if she was inviting them to dance the Charleston.

“Er no no, we’ll be on our way. I’ve sheep to check on, and Jean has to… er, aye we’ll be away now,” he turned toward the door, “Jean come on.”

Jean, watched by the other three edged sideways toward Rose like a crab trying to sneak up on a shrimp. Ever so slowly she extended the bottle she’d been protecting toward Rose, looked her in the eyes then nodded at the bottle.

Rose gripped the bottle, “Thank you, thank you so much that’s very kind.”

For a few seconds Jean didn’t release the bottle, she just looked into Rose’s eyes. For the merest instant Rose detected a smile, then it was gone. Jean released the bottle and scurried from the room followed by Mr Gnome, followed by Rose.

“Well it’s been lovely to meet you.” Rose began, “Perhaps another time when Alex isn’t so busy. He’s been making noises about a bar-b-cue when the weather improves.” 

“Yes yes, another time, well Good evening to you. Come Jean.”

“Thank you again for the wine Jean,” she shouted after them as they scurried to their battered 4x4. She shut the door and leant her back against it.

“What did you give her that wine for you old fool? That cost me that did.” She overheard before the 4x4 doors slammed and the engine started.

Rose returned to the lounge to find Alex sitting back in his arm chair grinning from ear to ear, “What charming neighbours you have,” she pretended to read from the bottle of wine, “Oo! Château La Bargain, and a fine vintage.” 

Alex laughed, “Notepad! Notepad!” he boomed.

Rose collapsed, “You were awful, like a Noël Coward farce.”

In his best Noël Coward Alex expounded, “Rose! Rose! Bring me The Cat In The Hat.”

Rose crawled to him laughing, “Why on earth do you have Green Eggs And Ham on your shelves.”

“Ah that, I don’t know,”

“Who were they?”

Alex stopped laughing, “Ah, they, are Duncan’s parents, they own most of the land around this house,” he looked gravely down at Rose.

“Oh,” Rose paused, thinking, “I’ve fucked up haven’t I.”

Alex nodded.

“You’ll have to punish me won’t you.”

Alex sighed, “To be fair I’m somewhat to blame myself. So just a little bit.”

Rose stood up in front of Alex and shed her dress legs apart, head bowed, hand in the small of her back, “I’m sorry sir, please punish me.”

Alex reached down the edge of the seat cushion and retrieved the cord he’d stuffed there earlier.

“Lean forward onto the arms of my chair.” 

Alex passed one end of the cord around her neck and tied it off with a bowline knot, making sure it wasn’t tight around her neck. “On your hands and knees pooch. Come walkies,” Alex wrapped the other end of the cord around his hand, stood up and started walking, leading Rose with his improvised leash.

Rose took a couple of moves forward then stopped, “Please sir?”

“No,” Alex crouched next to her, “A dog may bark, or yap, or howl, or even whimper, but it does not speak.” Again he stood up and with a jerk on the leash led Rose to the front door. Rose whimpered.

Opening the door Alex stepped out. Rose was less keen to go walkies, she resisted for a moment but an insistent pull on her leash convinced her. Alex walked her onto a corner of the drive where a snow drift had built up. Rose shivered on her hands and knees still whimpering.

“Lie down!” he snapped.

Rose didn’t move.

He put his foot on the top of her rump and pushed, “Lie down when you’re told useless dog.” She collapsed forward into the snow. Alex crouched next to her.

“Roll over Rosie, Roll over,” he said.

Rose paused, but knowing she had no option flipped herself over onto her back.

She was rewarded with, “Good girl! Almost done Rosie, legs apart, c’mon there’s a good girl.”

She parted her legs as far as she could despite the pain from the cold and struggling to keep her breath under control.

“Good girl Rosie,” he said as he rubbed a handful of snow into her breasts then another into her pussy.

A long howling, “Ow,” was all she let out.

“C’mon Rosie inside,” He led her back to the house, into the hallway and took of her leash, “Wait here,” is all he said.

Rose just looked at him and stood hugging herself and shivered.

Moments later Alex reappeared with a towel, He quickly rubbed her dry then with his arm around her shoulders led her to his bed, “Quick jump in, lets get warm.”

Rose shivered herself into bed and pulled the quilt up over her head. Moments later Alex, having shed his clothes, jumped in behind her spooning her and wrapping his arms around her. Rose reversed into his embrace wrapping her arm over his pulling it closer to her breast.

“Thank you sir, that was amazing, very cold and a little weird, but amazing.”

Alex pulled Rose’s hair away from her neck and lightly kissed her, “You’re amazing Rose, a little weird, but amazing,” he kissed her again.

“Aw thank you sir, that’s the nicest thing a pervert has ever said to me.”

“Really Rose, you’re going to call me a pervert?”

Rose tensed for a second then relaxed wriggling even closer into Alex, “Mmm, yes sir, my perfect pervert.”

“Yeah OK, I suppose you’re right. Are you getting warm?

She gently rotated her shoulders and wriggled her hips, “Mm yes cosy thanks,” The hip wriggle had worked. She could feel Alex growing between her thighs. “Please sir, may I?”

“You may not, I’ve a better idea,” He slipped down the bed and got onto his knees behind her then grabbing her hips pulled her up onto her knees. Rose was just getting onto her elbows as Alex put a hand between her shoulder blades and pushed her back down. He moved her knees apart and took a firm hold of her hips. Putting the head of his cock to her opening he pushed inside then slowly withdrew then pushed in a little further. Gradually he grew more vigorous fucking her mercilessly until she was screaming. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Harder! Harder!” And “C’mon, fuck me! Ride me like a fucking racehorse!” She came He slowed enjoying her orgasm, then as her pulsing slowed he began over slowly driving in then withdrawing, gauging her level by her quivering but slowly, surely, increasing pace, pounding her until as he came she came for a second time.

He rolled her to one side and slumped on his back next to her arms and legs spread, spent.

Rose looked over at him through bleary eyes, reached out putting her hand on his arm, “Sir, Alex, sir,”

He turned his head and smiled at her.

“Oh sir,” she dragged herself to him, “Oh sir,” she wrapped her arm around his head dragged herself up onto one elbow looked down into his eyes kissed him on the lips and rolled onto her back and collapsed her head on his chest. “Oh sir Alex, my happiness just leaked out of my eyes again. I didn’t even know that was, I mean no-one has ever...”

Alex reached around her and pulled her close, “Yeah, like a fucking racehorse.” was his verdict.

She laughs “Oh, er, sorry about that. I’m hot now though. Thank you sir.”

“Damn right you’re hot,” Alex laughed.