The Brat and the Master - a BDSM Erotic Novel (11 page)

‘They’re going to get something better than butter today,’ Adam said as he climbed from the car. ‘Right, you – out.’

Jasmine gave him a curious look, half-frightened, half-expectant, but did as she was told. Next to where he’d parked was the burnt-out wreck of some old- fashioned car, the tyres gone to leave the broad, flat bonnet a perfect seat for what he had in mind. He sat down, making a lap and patting his thigh as he spoke to her again.

‘OK, you little brat, if it’s a spanking you want, it’s a spanking you’re going to get, and believe me, it’s going to be public – or at least, you’re going to be seen by an awful lot of people.’

‘Here?’ Jasmine asked, her eyes now wide with apprehension.

‘Here,’ Adam confirmed, reaching out to take her by the hand, ‘next to the Great Western Railway, one of the busiest lines in the country, which, Jasmine, will ensure that your bare bottom gets a very good airing indeed, hopefully in full view of several hundred people, but with no risk. Clever, eh?’

He pulled her close, so that she was standing beside him with her back to the railway, but next to his legs, ready to be put over his knee as she was scolded. She didn’t answer, but her eyes, full of fear and excitement, told him all he needed to know, while her lower lip was pushed out into a sulky pout and trembling badly. He met her gaze, waiting as a train clattered past before continuing his lecture.

‘Yes, Jasmine, you’re about to be spanked in public, and I know you’ll get off on it, but I also know that won’t mean you don’t feel thoroughly ashamed of yourself. And it’s going to hurt. Come on.’

He pulled on her wrist, keeping his grip firm enough to make it very plain that he meant every word of what he was saying. Jasmine let it happen, shaking badly as her slender body was laid across his lap but plainly unable to resist. She even lifted her bottom and set her feet a little apart, ensuring that anybody who saw would get a view not merely of her naked bottom cheeks as she was smacked, but of her cunt.

‘Good girl,’ Adam told her. ‘That’s the way to present yourself. Right, skirt up, and as you don’t have any panties, that leaves you bare – although you can count on it that if you did have any panties on, they’d be coming down right now.’

He bared her bottom, an act that felt almost impossibly indecent despite what he’d just said and his determination to go through with the punishment. Jasmine began to whimper as her rear view was exposed, but she held her position, now up on her toes to flaunt herself as openly as possible, with her wet, pink vagina spread wide to the railway and her tiny, pale anus twitching between her cheeks. He began to stroke them.

‘This is what you wanted, isn’t it?’ he asked her. ‘Having your bottom bare in public, having your bottom spanked in public? Well, here goes.’

He began to spank her, at which her whimpering broke to deep, urgent sobs and little cries of shame and indignation for the position she was in and what was being done to her. Adam merely spanked harder, not understanding how she could hate what was being done to her and yet love it at the same time, but fully appreciative of what it was doing to him. Just to see her bottom bare in such a public place was sending blood pumping to his cock, for all his misgivings, while the soft feel of her cheeks under his palm and her agonised, emotional reaction spoke directly to the sadist within him.

All he needed for the situation to be perfect was another passing train, and Jasmine’s bottom had only just begun to pink up properly when he got it – not an express, but a slow train, on the nearest line, packed with goggled-eyed commuters. Jasmine heard it and twisted around, her mouth wide and shock written all over her face as she met the staring eyes of all the men and women, every single one with a clear view of her bare, smacked bottom, her exposed cunt and her arse. A cry broke from her lips, something close to orgasm but also full of despair and humiliation, and as Adam went back to spanking her, she burst into tears. She began to talk, sobbing out her words between the smacks of his hand across her cheeks and her own little cries of pain.

‘They saw me … they saw me being spanked! Oh God … oh hell … they saw me being spanked, Adam … they saw my pussy … they saw my bumhole – everything! Don’t stop, Adam … spank me … spank me harder … I’m going to come!’

Her final word was a wail of ecstasy and horror, appalled by her own reaction even as her muscles began to tense in orgasm. Adam tightened the grip he’d taken around her waist and laid into her bottom with all his strength, spanking her as hard as her could, directly over her cunt. She screamed, then screamed again, her legs kicking furiously as she went into a painfully hard climax, all the while bawling her eyes out as her scarlet rear cheeks bounced and quivered to the smacks of his hand.

The train was gone but another appeared, rushing west with the faces of the passengers no more than brief blurs beyond the windows, so that even those who were looking got no more than a momentary glimpse of Jasmine’s spanking. She was done anyway, hanging limp across his lap with the tears streaming down her face, seemingly too far gone even to care for the show she was making of herself from behind. Adam stopped spanking her but he was far from finished, with his erection fit to burst for all that he was imagining outraged commuters already speaking into their mobile phones with tales of gross indecency and appalling abuse.

It had to be done, but quickly. Snatching Jasmine by the hair, he pulled her back even as he unzipped himself, heedless of who might see. She gave a squeal of surprise and alarm, quickly stifled as he filled her mouth with cock. Her eyes popped and her cheeks bulged as he jammed himself in deep and twisted his hand hard into her hair to make sure there was no escape. She didn’t need to be forced, moving naturally into a kneeling position and doing her best to help as he fucked her throat, her lips pouted out to make a cunt as he thrust in and out. Her smacked behind was still bare and tilted upwards, a sight that tipped him over the edge as he released the full contents of his balls down her throat.

‘You spanked me and made me suck you off in the street,’ Jasmine sighed. ‘You bastard, Adam.’

Adam didn’t bother to answer, knowing she was talking to herself as much as to him, while his cock was once again so tender that he was reluctant to respond to her arousal. She was in the red dress she’d had on during her public spanking – a favourite because wearing it meant a risk of her bottom being exposed by the slightest puff of wind, or if she bent down more than a fraction. Now, however, she wore white panties underneath it, down which she stuck a hand as she stretched herself out in the chair.

Ever since he’d retrieved her from Steelhand’s flat two days earlier, she’d been in a state of barely suppressed ecstasy, her mercurial thoughts flitting between the details of what had happened to keep her in almost constant need of sex.

Adam had done his best to accommodate her, fucking her until his cock was sore and his balls ached. A trip to Cornfed’s to collect the machine had promised him a welcome break, only for Jasmine to insist on being put on it then and there, with the dildo working in her cunt while she took Henry in her mouth. Adam had declined that privilege, but once they’d got back to his flat and assembled the thing in the spare room, she’d demanded another go. He’d beaten her as she rode the machine, then left her in the straps with the vibrator on for the sake of a moment’s peace, but this only succeeded in turning her on even more.

That had been the previous day, and he’d woken to the feel of her hand on his balls and her lips on his cock as she burrowed down the bed to play with his involuntary morning erection. He’d done his best to service her, pulling her on top of him, head to toe, so that he could spank her and lick her cunt while she sucked him, but she was already eager for more, stroking herself as she went over what had happened between them.

‘You spanked me …’ she repeated, her fingers now working beneath the white cotton of her panties. ‘Who’s that, do you think?’

The door buzzer had sounded and Adam got to his feet with more than a little apprehension.

‘Elaine, I hope. Or Caroline. Anybody but Mark bloody Langley.’

He pressed the button to allow his visitor to come up, unwilling to hide behind the security of the exterior door even if it was Steelhand. And, sure enough, as he opened the door to the flat, his worst fears were confirmed by the sight of Mark striding up the stairs, his leather longcoat flapping behind him. Adam’s intention had been to give a polite greeting, but at the sight of the man he set it aside in irritation.

‘What do you want?’ he asked.

‘I’ve come to collect my property,’ Steelhand announced.

‘I’m fairly sure I don’t have anything of yours here,’ Adam responded.

‘You know perfectly well what I mean,’ Steelhand answered, pushing past.

‘OK, come in,’ Adam said belatedly. ‘I suppose we’re going to have to have this talk eventually, and better sooner than later.’

‘There’s nothing to talk about,’ Steelhand told him. ‘Right, Six, on your feet.’

Adam was pleased to see that Jasmine had at least stopped masturbating, and that she didn’t seem inclined to obey Steelhand. On the other hand, she made no effort to cover her panties and her eyes were full of mischief.

‘That’s not the way to do it at all, Mark,’ she said casually. ‘Adam picked me up over his shoulder and carried me off to his car, with my bum showing and no panties. That’s how a real man fetches a girl back to his cave – or perhaps that should be troop, in your case.’

‘What the hell are you talking about?’ Steelhand demanded.

‘A troop is the collective noun for a group of baboons,’ Adam explained, wary but amused and pleased by Jasmine’s reaction, and by Mark’s puzzlement. ‘She’s comparing you to the dominant male in a troop of baboons.’

‘I’m a dominant male, that’s for sure,’ Steelhand responded, with a guarded glance towards Adam before he turned back to Jasmine. ‘That little quip’s going to cost you six of the strap, girl, with another six for your attitude. Now get up.’

‘Make me,’ Jasmine answered, and blew him a kiss.

‘I will if I have to,’ Steelhand warned, ‘and I hope you’re not thinking of trying to stop me, Mr Mistoffelees. Do you know what this is?’ He rolled up his sleeve to reveal a tattoo of a dagger thrust through a winged skull from top to bottom.

‘For goodness sake, just sit down, will you?’ snapped Adam. ‘I have enough trouble coping with your macho bullshit at the best of times, and I’ve been up most of the night, having sex with Jasmine. And no, I have no idea of the significance of your tattoo, but my guess is that you copied it off the cover of heavy metal CD.’

‘That’s my service tattoo,’ Steelhand answered. ‘Look it up sometime.’

‘I’ll make coffee, shall I?’ Jasmine chirped, bouncing to her feet then quickly disappearing into the kitchen with her dress still rucked up and her bottom wiggling behind her in the little white panties.

Steelhand made to continue, then thought better of it and sat down, glowering.

‘She’s like that,’ Adam said. ‘No more predictable than the wind, and she’s nobody’s property – not mine, not yours.’

Steelhand drew in a breath and tapped his fingers on the arm of his chair as he replied.

‘Look, Mr Mistoffelees, you’re a newbie, so I’ll go easy on you, but this is the way it works. Every group has naturally dominant individuals, alpha males if you like. I’m one, and you need to learn when to give way. Now Jasmine, she is a natural submissive. She needs control, even if she doesn’t recognise that herself.’

‘Please,’ Adam sighed, ‘not popular science – anything but popular science, especially not your batshit-crazy theories about dominance. Human society is far too complex for such banal, simplistic arguments, and
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have you picked the wrong person to try them out on. You’re not an alpha male. There’s no such thing. You’re just some bloke who likes to dress up in leather and gets his kicks out of dominating women. Well so do I, and that’s just fine, so long as it’s with their consent, but please don’t try and pretend that makes you superior to anybody else.’

‘You don’t really get it at all, do you?’ Steelhand answered. ‘Not that it’s any surprise, as you’re no dominant. In fact, I suspect you’re submissive.’

‘What do you mean?’ Adam asked.

‘You and Cakemix,’ Steelhand answered, smirking. ‘I know what you did with her.’

‘I’ve done lots of things with her,’ Adam replied, more puzzled than ever, ‘and so have you, but just like you, I prefer to be in the dominant role. But that’s all it is, Mark – a role, a game.’

‘You have no idea,’ said Steelhand, shaking his head. ‘You’re confusing dominance with merely preferring to be on top. You don’t understand, and that proves my point. A true dominant knows himself, inside and out, and you’re no dominant. Dominant men do not lick girls’ bottoms.’

‘Why not?’ Adam answered. ‘The whole idea that everybody’s either dominant or submissive is ridiculous anyway, but setting that aside for a moment, surely if I’m dominant, I do as I please? And that can include licking Caroline’s bottom. She didn’t make me do it. I did it because I wanted to, to give her pleasure and to help me come.’

‘That doesn’t alter the fact that it’s an inherently submissive act.’

‘Not at all. It can be a submissive act, but in this case it was just sexual – but never mind that. It doesn’t matter if I like to dress up as a schoolgirl and be spanked by nuns. Jasmine is free to make her own decisions. If she wants to go back with you, fine, but it’s her choice, not yours.’

‘It doesn’t sound as if you gave her much choice the other day.’

‘She could have told me to put her down whenever she liked, and she could have gone back to your flat at any time since.’

‘He was very good,’ Jasmine told Steelhand as she returned from the kitchen with a tray and the makings of coffee. ‘He carried me off over his shoulder with my bare bum showing, like I said, and then he took me to a quiet road next to the railway and spanked me, until I cried, before forcing me to suck him off. He’s got a lovely cock too. I mean, yours is nice, Mark, but Adam’s so big. He always gets hard when he spanks me, and he loves to fuck in my throat.’