Katya on the barricades
"Today, we're going to have an unusual lesson," said Kostya, opening the door to his room.
It was clear at first glance that he was plotting something unusual. There were an unusually large number of chairs in the room, sacks stuffed with something and some incomprehensible junk were lying in the corners.
"Today, we'll study history. The topic is the French Revolution. You did the right thing by coming in a dress—you'll be the princess."
Kostya gently hugged Katya and kissed her. Then he abruptly pulled away and, inspired, began flipping over chairs.
"We'll build barricades!" he commanded.
Even without the order, Katya gladly took part in this
exciting game. She handed him chairs and all sorts of interesting things that her tutor's room was cluttered with. Excited by revolutionary ideas, Katya jumped onto the bed, pulled off the red sheet, and raised it high on her outstretched arm."This will be our banner!" Katya laughed and tied the edge of the sheet to a chair leg sticking out of the barricade.
Kostya climbed onto the bed with her and pressed the girl against the wall. He showered her face and neck with kisses.
Kostya jumped off the bed and, hiding behind the barricade for a second, returned to Katya with an uncorked bottle of red wine.
"Drink to the revolution with me, my princess!"
Kostya handed her the bottle, but Katya gently pushed his hand away.
"My papa would disapprove. He doesn't allow me to drink your cheap peasant swill!"
"I don't give a damn about your papa. Tomorrow, he won't be able to order anyone around anymore."
The proud revolutionary pressed against the girl so she couldn't move her arms, lifted her chin with his free hand, and put the bottle to her lips. Katya took several large gulps, and little stars seemed to light up in her eyes. When Kostya removed the bottle from her lips, Katya kissed him passionately and then said, laughing:
"I really like your revolution. Promise me it will continue to be this pleasant." After a moment's thought, she continued, "or my papa will have you executed."
Kostya, who had already taken several sips of wine and put the bottle away, slapped her hard across the face.
"The king is no more. And for all the years he oppressed us, today you will experience what we endured."
And with a light motion, the guy fastened a massive chain, appearing from nowhere, around the girl's neck.
"And now, the storming of Versailles!"
Kostya laughed, pressed the girl against the wall, and, lifting her dress—under which there were no panties (who wears panties to a tutor's?)—spanked her bottom several times with loud smacks. Fumbling with the belt on his trousers, he entered her sharply, making her cry out loudly. With one hand, Kostya squeezed his princess's breast, and with the other, he lightly pulled the chain on her neck to hurt her but not choke her. Katya groaned hoarsely and tried to stay on her buckling legs. Kostya noticed this, turned the girl towards him, and quickly kissed her.
"And now, to the barricades!" he growled.
He lowered the girl onto the bed, which was hidden behind the improvised barricades. Kostya occasionally tempered the ardor of Katya, who was gasping from moans, with tender kisses. Suddenly, the girl dug her nails into his back, pressed against him as if for the last time, and, breathing heavily, groaned a couple of lines from the Marseillaise into his ear in French.
They lay side by side on the crumpled bed, trying to catch their breath. Suddenly, Katya jumped to her feet, tore the red banner from the barricades, and wrapped herself in it.
"Do you know who I am? I am the revolution itself!" the girl shouted, tearing the banner off herself and raising it invitingly.
They both laughed, and Kostya, pushing Katya back onto the bed, began tenderly kissing her red, sweet-as-wine lips again.