How far would you push your boundaries for someone you loved? Mira, the study-abroad schoolgirl heroine of Desire in Any Language, has found a new crush in Hana Takahashi, a Japanese diplomat to South Korea. When Mira loses a bet, Hana whisks her away to the Castle (of Maren Smith’s Castle series) to try out Hana’s ageplay fantasies. Mira becomes her little girl, complete with a schoolroom and its strict teacher. One of my favorite fantasies is of getting in trouble at school and then having to bring a bad report home. Anyone else? Surely someone… 🙂
Yesterday, Hana’s aunt, Atsuko, writes to her best friend from childhood, Miranda, who helps to run the Castle. She asks Miranda to let Hana and Mira stay at the Castle. Here is Miranda’s reply:
Postscript from Atusko’s letter to Miranda:
P.S. Enclosed is a photo I found of us on graduation day. Can you believe it’s already been years since our last day at Miss Sadler’s Finishing School? Sad to think of Miss Sadler gone and her protégés scattered all over the globe. Still, sometimes I close my eyes and can see you laughing on the dormitory bed across the room from me. Dare we ever tell our children about our wild days? Just remember—the bedsheet rope was your idea!
Miranda Hardwick’s response letter to Atsuko Takahashi:
Atsuko, you silver-tongued flatterer,
You still try to blame your escapades on me! You’re lucky you didn’t break your neck climbing out of our dorm room window. I can’t believe we were ever that young. Poor Miss Sadler, driven to an early grave by the antics of her students. If she’d taken the cane to you a bit oftener, she would have saved herself a great deal of grief. Ha! And never you mind how often that cane was taken to me!
Of course your niece Hana is welcome to visit us next month, although we will miss you greatly. I have already cleared the matter with Master Marshall, who bids me let you know just how much he shall miss you and your ever-patient shibari tutelage.
As for dear Hana, heavens, how they do grow up. It seems only yesterday she was desperate to tag along behind us, following in all our naughtiest and grandest adventures. We were a horrible influence on her, but gazing on her has always been so much like gazing on a mirror to our wayward youth. I can’t wait to see her again. Tell me, Atsie, has she any special requests either for herself or her new partner? How lucky she is to have found someone. I admit, I envy her that.
As for me, my online search has hit an interesting turn in the road. I am chatting with Ana daily now. She knows me only as “Miss M.,” and I have not let on that I live quite close to her. Mere hours are all that separate us. I want to meet her, but she is reluctant and I’m afraid of scaring her away. She is brand-new to the lifestyle, can you imagine? I must go gently so as not to frighten her, but I long to see her for real. I know you worry about me, as always, but I am careful. Everything about her checks out. I think she might even be my one.
Must dash—one of the silly new visitors has lied on her paperwork, as if we wouldn’t spot her lack of experience straightaway. Sometimes I’d like to give them all a good thrashing. The only problem is, they’d like it!
Send me the dates for your niece’s visit and let us know which wing she will want to stay in. I’ll go through my lists to ensure she has the best of care while she is here.