The Brat and the Master - a BDSM Erotic Novel (17 page)

Adam shook his head, astonished, not so much by what she was saying but by the way she was saying it, as if she were discussing the merits of different flavours of ice cream rather than the various ways she’d helped a dirty old man to come to orgasm after he’d got turned on by spanking her.

‘Wouldn’t you rather have gone out with George the milkman?’ he asked. ‘I’m sure he’d have spanked you, if you’d asked nicely.’

‘Maybe, maybe not,’ Jasmine answered. ‘Paul wouldn’t spank me, even when I begged.’

‘What an idiot. I wish I’d been there for you earlier.’

‘So do I, but you mustn’t think I minded the way The Gardener treated me. He was the one who felt bad. I loved every minute, and it felt right, being spanked by him anyway. Tossing him off was just one of those things, but I don’t see why people make so much fuss. What’s the harm in giving a man a helping hand? And talking of a helping hand, you look as if you need one!’

‘Here?’ Adam asked, glancing at the door. ‘What if somebody comes in?’

‘I’ll pull the curtain around the bed.’

‘But still …’

She’d already stood up, to quickly pull the screen of plastic curtains around the bed, while his cock was so hard and sensitive he felt he would come at the slightest touch of her fingers.

‘OK, but be quick.’

‘Shall I pretend to be a nurse?’

Adam didn’t reply, his head swimming with images of Jasmine across The Gardener’s knee, always as arousing as they were inappropriate, but stronger by far now that he knew the full truth. She came close, to take hold of the covers and carefully fold them down over his body, with his erect cock making a tent beneath the thin cotton of his hospital gown. Jasmine giggled at the sight and took hold, squeezing his shaft through the material.

‘I’ve always wanted to do this,’ she said happily as she began to tug up and down on his cock. ‘I’d be a nurse you see, in my little blue and white uniform, just short enough to let my panties show at the back when I bent down, and when the patients got horny over me I’d toss them off, just to be nice.’

‘Never mind your kinky nurse fantasies, tell me about how The Gardener used to treat you – well, mistreat you.’

‘But I want to be a nurse. He liked that. This one time, he bought me a little nurse’s outfit, like you get in fancy-dress shops. It’s the one I always imagine myself in when I fantasise – blue, with a white pinny that tied off around my waist and a little flared skirt. With my long legs it was really short, so short it showed my bum at the back when I bent over. Come on, let’s have your cock out properly.’

She quickly adjusted his hospital gown, freeing his erection into her hand, then starting to tug up and down as she began to talk once more.

‘Where was I? Oh, yes, my little blue and white nurse’s uniform. When I first put it on I went over to show him, and to say thank you, of course. All I had on underneath were these little white panties, the first ones I’d grabbed out of the drawer and way too small. I suppose I must have looked pretty cheeky, with the white cotton ever so tight and half my bum showing around the sides, and when I went up the stairs in front of him, he must have been able to see right up my skirt. I suppose he just couldn’t resist, so once he’d got me in his bedroom, he told me I was a bad girl, for not bringing his paper over, of all things, and that he was going to have to spank me.’

‘That’s a pretty weak excuse,’ Adam sighed.

‘That’s what I thought, so I put up a fight, which I wouldn’t have done, normally – you know, kicking and struggling and trying to keep my panties up once he’d got me over his knee. Of course I lost, and I if hadn’t made such a fuss I’d probably have been allowed to keep my panties up, but he used the way I’d behaved as an excuse, holding me down over his knee with my uniform turned up at the back while he told me that I was going to have to be bare because I hadn’t accepted my spanking like a lady. I got hold of them, and I fought so hard, but they came down anyway, right down, and off one leg, so that when he started to spank me I must have been showing everything. It hurt so much, and my legs were kicking everywhere, so he must have seen my pussy, my bumhole – everything. And when he was done with me he sent me into the corner with my hands on my head. I’d never felt so sorry for myself, with my pretty blue nurse’s uniform turned up at the back to show off my spanked bottom and my panties around one ankle. I must have looked a right state, but my bum felt so hot, so nice, and I’d got to him. He took out his cock and wanked off, going on about how sorry he was but how badly I needed spanking, and of course he was right. I do need spanking. I need spanking a lot, don’t I?’

Adam didn’t answer. He’d come in her hand.

Chapter Ten

‘The guy has to be a reporter,’ Steelhand stated.

‘That or a raving pervert,’ Caroline suggested, ‘and not the nice sort. He’s a peeping Tom, that’s for sure, and the sort of guy who pretends to be a professional photographer just so he can get girls to strip off.’

Adam, who had been discharged from hospital some days previously, shook his head as he peered close to the computer screen on which the images from the memory card taken after the duel were displayed. The last few pictures had been captured on Chobham Common, and the photographer had obviously been having trouble with the mist and poor light, forcing him to turn on his flash at the crucial moment. Only the last picture was of any decent quality, but it was also odd, with Jasmine clear and recognisable and the duel in the background. Adam himself was just about identifiable while Steelhand was closer with his gun raised but his back was to the camera.

The rest of the pictures could be divided into three sets. One featured a pretty, red-haired girl in a short dress trying to get into a sports car without showing her knickers. The second was of a young, heavily made-up woman stripping with a studio set as a background, and the third showed various people attending what seemed to be a film or theatre premiere.

‘I think I recognise the girl with the red hair,’ Lucy put in. ‘Wasn’t she on one of the big talent shows,
Where Stars are Born
, I think?’

‘Yes,’ Della agreed. ‘I can’t remember her name but she was in the last six. What about the other girl? His girlfriend, or a model?’

‘You saw the guy,’ Caroline answered. ‘He paid. She looks like she’s modelling for a lads’ mag.’

‘He must be a freelance photographer,’ Adam said. ‘He’d have sold the pictures to the highest bidder, but look at the duel shot. It’s not us he’s after, it’s Jasmine.’

‘And you, maybe,’ Elaine added. ‘The rest of us aren’t even in shot, thankfully.’

‘Jasmine?’ Adam asked, turning to where she sat reading, apparently oblivious to their conversation.

‘Hmm?’ she asked, looking up. ‘Sorry, I wasn’t listening.’

‘Look at the picture on the screen,’ Adam told her. ‘Why do you think he’s concentrating on you?’

‘How would I know?’ she answered. ‘Maybe that’s just where he happened to be after he’d crept up on us?’

‘Maybe that’s it,’ Della said. ‘After all, he might have got more shots if Mark hadn’t reacted so quickly.’

‘I suppose that’s true,’ Adam agreed, although he sounded doubtful, ‘but what really matters is, who was he, and how did he find out about the duel? I reckon it must have been the barman from the fetish market.’

‘Dave?’ Steelhand queried. ‘Nah, he’s not the type.’

‘Who else, then?’ Adam asked. ‘None of us would have done it, because we’ve got nothing to gain and everything to lose. Who else knew? Arabella? Cornfed?’

‘Hardly Arabella,’ Elaine answered him, ‘and Cornfed’s been around for years and he’s never done anything like that before.’

‘If it is Dave, the reporter might know we’ll be at Dark Angels tonight,’ Caroline put in.

‘He’s not a reporter,’ Adam answered. ‘He’s the lowest sort of paparazzo, making his money out of other people’s misery. I suppose we’d better stay away from the club then.’

‘I’m not having some little shit like that dictate where I can go,’ Steelhand stated.

‘You don’t have to worry,’ Adam pointed out, ‘but if he is at the club, would you recognise him?’

‘We all would. He’s tall, maybe 40, with a face like vulture and a bald patch on top of his head.’

‘Well then, we’ll keep an eye out for him, and if he’s there, good, because I would dearly like a word with him.’

Steelhand nodded.

‘What about you, Elaine? Are you OK with that?’ Adam asked.

‘I’d better not come,’ she said, ‘just in case.’

‘You’ll be in full rubber!’ Caroline insisted.

Elaine shook her head.

‘I daren’t. I know he’s not after me, but still. Sorry.’

‘Leave it to me,’ Steelhand assured her. ‘I’ll go first and check around. I’ll talk to the doormen as well. If it’s safe, I’ll phone you, and you call me when you get near. That way nobody gets left out.’

‘That makes sense,’ Adam agreed.

‘OK,’ Elaine said, ‘but now we have to go.’

‘So do we,’ Steelhand added. ‘See you all at Dark Angels.’

All five quickly left and, as the door closed, Adam was already turning to Jasmine.

‘Out with it – now!’ he ordered her.

‘What?’ she asked, her pale eyes wide and innocent.

‘You know perfectly well what,’ he answered. ‘You’re not that hard to read, Jasmine, not for me. That photographer wanted your face nice and clear in that picture, despite your having two idiots trying to kill each other immediately behind you. Why?’

‘I don’t …’

‘Why, Jasmine? Come on, out with it, and there’s no use making puppy-dog eyes at me. I want the truth.’

She looked down, shuffling her bare toes on the carpet as Adam waited for her to speak. When she did, her voice was barely audible.

‘Er … I suppose it might have been something to do with Paul.’

‘Paul?’ Adam queried. ‘Why Paul?’

‘He … he was in that talent show,
Where Stars are Born
, like the red-haired girl in the picture,’ Jasmine admitted. ‘He came second.’

‘Hang on,’ Adam queried. ‘I remember Caroline watching the bloody thing when we were at Elaine’s. The winner was a girl band, and there was a big, fat Greek guy with a voice like a foghorn and a ridiculous, macho name.’

‘Andros Manos. That’s his stage name. He’s really called Paul Papadakis.’

‘He is? Yes, I remember now, he was going on about how he put so much emotion into his performance because he’d lost his girlfriend. That was you!’

Jasmine nodded, her mouth twisting into an apologetic smile.

‘Why didn’t you tell me!? For Christ’s sake, Jasmine!’

‘I … I thought you might not want me, if there was going to be trouble.’

Adam sat down again and lowered his face into his hands.

‘I just wanted to get away,’ Jasmine went on, ‘and it was so much fun with you, and Caroline, and Elaine … are you going to tell her?’

‘No,’ Adam answered, looking up after a pause for thought. ‘Not yet anyway, maybe never. You know what these things are like. They’ll have forgotten all about him by this time next year, probably, unless he makes it big … Oh, for goodness sake, Jasmine, you really are the limit. I mean, it’s bad enough with Dr Burling’s book being spread over the entire country, but a celebrity angle is the last thing we need. You should have told us, and then we could have kept a low profile, but oh no – you manage to get me mixed up in a fucking duel!’

‘Sorry.’

She hung her head, and went to sit down on the sofa, fidgeting badly and seemingly unable to meet his eyes. Adam drew in a breath, trying hard to keep his anger under control, but he knew there was only one reasonable way to cope with his emotions. He got up once more and took two quick strides towards the sofa she was sitting on. Jasmine squeaked as he took her by the ear, hauling her upright as he sat down.

‘What are you going to do?’ she asked.

‘Take my feelings out on your bottom, that’s what. You may be an impossible little brat, but at least I can always spank you. Right, over the knee first.’

He got her into position, pulling hard on her ear to force her down across his lap with her bottom well lifted. She was in jeans, and he had to let go of her ear to get them down, but she stayed where she was, her breathing already heavy and urgent as he wrestled her buttons open. Her hips came up as he started to tug on the denim, allowing him to strip her behind, her panties coming down with the general tangle of material.

‘Jeans down, knickers down, the lot,’ he grated as she came bare. ‘This is going to be hard, Jasmine, a proper brat spanking.’

‘I know. I deserve it hard.’

Her voice was a sigh, but even as Adam raised his right arm, a warning pain shot through his shoulder.

‘Damn, I can’t even spank you properly, not yet. Maybe a hairbrush, or the cane.’

She gave a soft whimper at the prospect of a caning, but said nothing. Adam began to spank her anyway, left- handed, enjoying the feel of her bottom and the way her cheeks bounced to give teasing glimpses of her cunt lips and anus, but it did very little to assuage his feelings.

‘Up,’ he said, stopping after a while. ‘You’re going on the fucking machine while I work out what’s to be done with you. Strip.’

Jasmine quickly climbed from his lap and began to struggle out of her clothes. Adam watched, enjoying the slight of her slender, delicate body as she came bare, and her very evident fear and chagrin for the prospect of what was to come, but also reflecting that it was difficult to really punish her. By definition, she would enjoy anything he could justify doing to her, for all the real pain and humiliation she would feel too.

‘Maybe I should give you to somebody else,’ he mused, ‘to spank you, fuck you, maybe even put it up your bum? No, it just doesn’t work, and you know perfectly well I’d never do anything to really hurt you. I can humiliate you, though, even if you do get off on it. Maybe I should shave your head at the club tonight, in front of everybody, then put you out for as many men as fancy it to spunk on your bald head. How’s that?’

Jasmine turned to look at him, her beautiful eyes wide in horror as she shook her head. She was nude, her hair a cascade of fine, ash blonde strands that half-covered one pert breast at the front and hung almost to her bottom behind. He shook his head.

‘No, I couldn’t do it. It would be vandalism.’

‘It would grow back,’ she said. ‘You can if you want to, really.’

‘You’re impossible,’ he said. ‘I couldn’t bring myself to do it, but you’d let me, and you would get off on it, wouldn’t you?’

Jasmine made a face. They entered the spare room and he gave her bottom a firm slap.

‘On the machine. It’s a shame Cornfed isn’t here. I’d dismount the dildo and fuck you while you sucked him off, with his fat belly squashing in your face, only you’d like that too, you little slut.’

She climbed onto the machine, and Adam made quick work of strapping her in place, with her bottom stuck out towards the massive dildo on its brass piston. Her cheeks were deliciously vulnerable and he gave her a few more spanks before making the adjustments necessary to bring the head of the dildo in line with her cunt. She was wet, and it slid in easily as he twisted the wheel that brought it forward, but he added a little lubricant for good measure – and for the pleasure of watching it trickle down between the cheeks of her bottom. A flick of a switch and the dildo began to pump slowly in and out, making Jasmine sigh and Adam chuckle for the rude squelching noise it made as it moved inside her.

Picking up one of the floggers he’d bought the first time he’d taken her to the fetish market, he began to beat her in a thoughtful, methodical fashion, talking to her all the while.

‘I’m not going to do this hard after all, however much you deserve it. I want you fresh for this evening, when you’re going to get your real punishment, in front of everybody – maybe at the club, maybe later. We’re going to have to watch out for that bloody paparazzo, though, as you’re the one he’s after. That’s a point, actually. Maybe I should just leave you here? After all, what’s the good of punishing you when you just soak it all up? It doesn’t work. Yes, what I ought to do is leave you here, with a well-smacked bottom and your hands tied behind your back so you can’t get at your greedy little cunt.’

‘But then you wouldn’t have me to play with,’ Jasmine objected.

‘No,’ he answered her, ‘but Caroline will be there, and I seem to be flavour of the month with Steelhand, presumably because I let the idiot shoot me. I bet he’d lend me Lucy for the evening. Think about that, Jasmine, lying here tied and helpless while I’m playing with Lucy. Perhaps I could even find out if she buggers as nicely as you do? I expect she does, and she certainly has a lovely little bum. And while I’d be fucking that lovely little bum, Jasmine, you’d be lying here all on your own, trussed up like an oven-ready chicken. Hmm … I suppose I’d have to put you in the bath in case you wet yourself, but that would add to the punishment.’

He began to beat her harder, smacking the broad leather thongs down across her bottom cheeks as he imagined her tied and helpless in the bath, her face full of consternation as she struggling to hold in her pee, then shame as she finally let go. She seemed oblivious to his words, just moaning and gasping in response to the smacks and the rhythm of the dildo in her cunt, but after a couple more cuts to her bottom, she spoke softly. ‘Please, yes, and piss all over me before you leave.’

‘I despair!’ Adam exclaimed, and cracked the whip down across her now welted cheeks before finally dropping it to the floor.

Pulling his cock free of his trousers, he stuck it in her mouth, watching her suck as he searched his mind for a way to punish her. His anger was gone, dissipated for the pleasure of taking the whip to her as she lay strapped helpless over the fucking machine with the dildo squelching in her hole, but he knew full well that from her perspective what they’d done was simply one more sex game. Nevertheless, he needed relief for his cock more than anything else, and had soon begun to masturbate into her mouth, eager to give her a bellyful of spunk as quickly as possible so that he could turn his mind back to making her understand the consequences of her behaviour.

She sucked well, doing her best to please him with her lips and tongue despite the movement of the dildo, and she was soon trying to take him deep enough to make herself gag on his helmet. At that, Adam tugged harder on what little of his shaft was still sticking out, to bring himself to a long, hard orgasm, with Jasmine struggling to swallow every drop down her throat.

‘Now me,’ she sighed as he flopped back onto the bed.

Adam shook his head.

‘Uh-uh, Jasmine, you’re in chastity for the rest of today – well, sort of in chastity. You might well get fucked but you’re not allowed to come. That’s the problem with you. Most girls would respond to a combination of stick and carrot, but for you the stick is just another carrot.’