The Brat and the Master - a BDSM Erotic Novel (20 page)

‘While you think about where it’s been,’ Adam added. ‘Right up Della’s bottom, Jasmine, and now it’s in your mouth, you darling, filthy, little bitch!’

He came, holding himself deep in Jasmine’s mouth as her throat went into violent contractions, in time with the rest of her body as Steelhand brought her to orgasm under his fingers and filled her arse with spunk at the same instant. All three held the moment, Adam with his eyes closed and his head full of images of what he and Jasmine had done together, from the moment he’d first watched her spanked to the look on her face as she’d gaped for his cock a moment before.

Finally, he drew back, to leave Jasmine gulping and puffing as she fought to swallow her mouthful and draw in air at the same time. Her face screwed up briefly as Steelhand eased his cock from her bottom-hole, before she gave one last swallow, then spoke.

‘Now that’s what I call a punishment. Thank you.’

‘Punishment?’ said Adam with a smile. ‘That wasn’t your punishment, Jasmine.’

The club was still in full swing, but the seven of them came out into the car park, leaving Cornfed back at his stall. Their cars were parked some way apart, but Adam gathered the others to him, standing with his arm around Jasmine as he addressed them.

‘Ladies, and Steelhand, I’m sure you’re all familiar with the problem of how to punish a brat without breaking consent, and I’m sure you’ll all agree that Jasmine is a brat and badly needs punishment. It seems to me that the best bet is to deprive her of what she likes best, so I’ve decided that a little domesticity will do her good. You’re all invited back to my place, and for the rest of this evening she’s going to be maid, to all of us. Order her around as you please, do anything you like to her, as long as you don’t make her come. Unfortunately, that still leaves the question of how to keep her fingers away from her sticky little cunt.’

‘I’ve got a tray at home,’ Caroline said, ‘with chains on that go to my wrists and nipples so I can’t touch my pussy. She ought to wear that, and she can serve us drinks.’

‘Thank you,’ Adam answered her. ‘I’ll take you up on that, if you don’t mind collecting it on the way, but I had an idea that should not only help her to keep her hands to herself, or rather, off herself, but that will hopefully leave her feeling nicely self-conscious while she goes about her duties.’

As he spoke he opened the boot of the car then pulled out a fat, square package, which he held out to Jasmine. She took it, puzzled at first, then with growing horror, she took in the details of the gaudy packaging.

‘Safenites?’ she queried. ‘These are nappies!’

Caroline and Lucy began to giggle, and even Della’s normally rather reserved expression gave way to a smile.

‘That’s right, Jasmine,’ Adam explained. ‘You’re going in nappies – pull-ups to be exact, as you’re a big girl.’

She didn’t reply, her mouth wide open as she stared at the pack of nappies in rising humiliation.

‘Put one on,’ Adam instructed.

‘Here? Now?’ she answered him, her voice pleading.

‘Here and now,’ Adam confirmed. ‘There’s nobody about but us, and we’re all going to see you in them soon enough anyway. In fact, I think it would be fun to have you nude while you put them on.’

‘What about the photographer?’ Elaine asked. ‘Put her in nappies, yes, but at your flat.’

‘He’s not in the club,’ Steelhand pointed out, ‘and we can see if anybody’s coming.’

‘Just stand behind the car,’ Adam ordered Jasmine. ‘Right, pass me the pack, then take off your coat and dress.’

Jasmine’s expression had grown increasingly sulky as Adam explained what he was going to do with her, but she obeyed, taking her coat off and passing it to Della before throwing a cautious glance around the car park.

‘There’s nobody about,’ Adam assured her, ‘and so what if anybody comes out of the club? They’ve seen it all anyway.’

‘They haven’t seen me in a nappy,’ Jasmine said, now pouting badly.

‘What does it matter if a little brat like you is in the nude, or in a nappy?’ Della taunted. ‘Strip, like your master told you to do.’

Jasmine gave a last glance between them before pulling her dress up over her head to stand naked in the dim, warm glow of the security lights. Adam tore the pack open and passed her one of the nappies. She took it, her bottom lip pouting out further still as she unfolded it and stepped into one leg hole, then the other.

‘It doesn’t fit!’ she protested as the nappy stuck halfway up her slender thighs. ‘I’m skinny, but I’m not that –’

‘Keep going,’ Adam ordered her. ‘They stretch.’

Jasmine tugged at the nappy, holding out the waistband as she levered it up her thighs.

‘It’s going to split!’

‘No it’s not,’ Adam insisted, ‘and if it does, we’ll try another one, after you’ve been given a good spanking for wasting the first. Now come on, pull it up.’

‘I’m trying,’ she answered, now squirming as she struggled to get the waistband over her hips.

‘You do look funny!’ Caroline joked.

‘Not as funny as you would, Cakemix,’ Jasmine answered. ‘Not with the size of your bottom. There, it’s coming.’

Her face was a picture of consternation and shame as she finally managed to wriggle herself into the nappy, but with a good deal of cheeky flesh sticking out from each leg hole and the soft white material stretched taut over her curves. On the seat of the nappy was the face of a cartoon bear with an idiotic grin and the words “A Bear Behind”, matched at the front by a tiny pink flower.

‘I think it ought to say “A Cunt in Front”,’ Lucy suggested.

‘Very funny,’ Jasmine replied.

‘That’ll earn you a spanking,’ Adam stated. ‘From Lucy, as well as the one you’re getting from Caroline for that remark about the size of her bottom. Now put your hands on your head and turn around, slowly.’

Jasmine obeyed, her pout growing ever more furious as she showed off her nappy. Caroline, Lucy and even Della were giggling openly, while Steelhand was plainly amused, but Elaine was wide-eyed and plainly nervous, her fingers knotted in her lap, and as Adam made eye contact she threw him a worried look. He smiled back, sure that she was thinking how she herself would feel being paraded in a nappy while the others looked on, but when she spoke it was sudden and urgent.

‘Come on, Cakemix, if we’re going to collect your maid’s tray we’d better get going.’

‘But …’ Caroline began to protest, only to receive a firm smack across the seat of her coat before Elaine led her away.

‘She’s in a hurry,’ Steelhand remarked.

‘I think she’s worried about the photographer,’ Adam said, trying not to grin. ‘OK, Jasmine, you can get dressed again, but the nappy stays on until morning, and up until the girls get to pull it down for your spankings.’

Jasmine hurried into her clothes, and Della and Lucy followed Steelhand as he started towards their car. Then he turned to speak.

‘Thinking about the photographer, he might know where you live, Adam, and if anyone who was at the club has ratted us out he might be waiting for us. How about we go to my place instead?’

‘It’s not very likely,’ Adam answered, ‘but all right, just in case. I’ll call Caroline to tell her.’

It took the best part of an hour to get to Acton, by which time Adam had begun to tire. The cars had become separated in the traffic and they’d got there first, but Della’s blue BMW was drawing up across the road as he and Jasmine climbed from the car. As Adam crossed over he noticed three men approaching, but paid no attention, walking towards the others at the top of the iron stairs down to Steelhand’s flat.

‘Adam Tyler?’

Adam looked around by instinct at the sound of his name. ‘Yes?’ he answered, as Jasmine gave a shriek of fright.

The man who’d spoken was coming at Adam, fast, and he was huge – as tall as Steelhand and far bulkier, with massive arms and a great, heavy belly, while his florid face was set in an expression of insensate hatred. Two other men flanked him, one nearly as tall with a lean, vicious face, the other squat but powerful.

‘Paul, no!’ Jasmine yelled as the big man drew back a fist.

‘You took my woman,’ he growled at Adam.

‘She’s not your woman,’ Adam countered, raising his hands, ‘but let’s try and discuss this sensibly, shall we?’

‘No, I am not your woman!’ Jasmine yelled and Paul stopped, his mouth dropping wide, only to snap shut as his angry expression changed to incandescent fury.

Jasmine stood by Adam, her coat open and her dress pulled up, her nappy down at thigh level and the black rose on plain show as she screamed out her defiance.

‘This is his, Paul,
his
, and so am I! You lost me the day you said I couldn’t speak to other men after we were married. Now fuck off!’

‘You …’ Paul began and hurled himself at Adam, only to be met by Steelhand’s fist crashing into his face to propel him back against his friends.

‘Look, we should all try …’ Adam started, his voice cracking at a sudden explosion of light.

A siren started up, and then a second, as flashes burst all around them. Jasmine screamed and Adam struck out blindly, unable to see for the lights, then he went down as somebody cannoned into him. He fell badly, grimacing as pain shot through his injured shoulder, then he struggled to get up as above him, Della launched herself at a man holding a camera. Somebody cursed, someone else screamed, and as Adam scrambled to his feet his vision cleared enough for him to be able to make out Steelhand, standing with his legs braced across a great groaning shape that could only be Paul and yelling defiance at as squad of police closed on him.

Epilogue 

‘I suppose that’s the trouble with special forces training,’ Adam remarked as he pulled the car out from Ivybridge Station. ‘It turns a case of resisting arrest into assaulting a police officer.’

‘Five police officers,’ Lucy answered as she settled back in the passenger seat, her tone of voice sad but not without a trace of pride. ‘Six months for five officers.’

‘And how is he?’

‘He’s coping,’ she answered. ‘He can look after himself, even in prison.’

‘I’m sure he can. And Della?’

‘She’ll be out next week. What about Elaine?’

‘She’s fine,’ Adam answered. ‘Much better than I’d have expected. It was really hard for her, having to come out to her parents, of course, on top of losing her job, but the truth is she felt trapped. You’ll find she’s changed, and don’t be surprised if you find her running about in nothing but a nappy.’

‘A nappy?
Elaine?
’

‘Yes, it’s her favourite fantasy, and now she doesn’t have a job to worry about she feels she can express herself freely.’

‘And you’re looking after her and Jasmine – and Caroline too?’

‘Not entirely. I do my bit, and it’s nice to have something to fall back on, but Elaine’s flat fetched a good price. The four of us are together, though, formally. Elaine’s taken my black rose tattoo, to match Jasmine’s, on her pussy. Caroline’s got one too, but a bit more complicated.’

‘What a change! Does Elaine get spanked?’

‘Frequently – by me, even by Jasmine and Caroline occasionally.’

‘Oh bliss! Lady high-and-mighty, butter-wouldn’t-melt-in-my-mouth Sappho has learned that it’s nice to be spanked. Do you think she’d let me do it?’

‘I’m sure she would, if you ask nicely. Be tactful, though, she’s still a bit sensitive about what happened. Did you see the papers?’

‘Yes, “The Black Rose and the Baritone”. What was it they called you?’

‘Lots of things, but my favourite was “An unashamed pervert and a Lothario fit to make Don Juan and Casanova look like choirboys”. I didn’t bother to read the tabloids, but I’ve seen the pictures on the net, including the one of Jasmine with her nappy down.’

‘Are you going to sue?’

‘Probably not. After all, Jasmine’s got the house and they’d already paid out compensation for hacking our voicemail, which is how they knew we were going to be at Mark’s, of course.’

‘I’d figured that one out. So what happened with Jasmine’s parents?’

‘Oh they raved and ranted and told her she’s going to Hell for eternity, but there’s nothing they can do. Old Rudge’s will is cast iron, his house is hers and the lease on The Gatehouse has expired, so that’s that. We were lucky, though, because if it hadn’t been for the press and whole mess coming out in the papers, the executors might never have managed to trace her after she ran away with Paul.’

‘That’s true.’

‘Ironic, isn’t it?’ Adam went on. ‘Her parents going on about the wages of sin, which in this case seem to be a fine Victorian mansion in return for teasing a lonely old man into giving her spankings.’

‘Not to mention a rich boyfriend to continue with the spankings,’ Lucy added.

They drove in silence for a while, each thinking their own thoughts, until Adam turned off the main road and up the steep, winding hill that led to the moors. Although it was barely an hour since he’d left the house to collect Lucy from the station, his feelings of nostalgia grew quickly and there was a catch in voice as he began to point out familiar landmarks.

‘Up on the crest of the hill, where the woods end, that’s where Jasmine gave up her virginity to me. The white house to the left is where I used to stay, every summer for more than 20 years. When we get to the top of this rise, we’ll be able to see the house. I’ll stop, because it’s the best view.’

He parked beside the gate of what had once been his grandparents’ house, climbing out to look down the slope onto the once-immaculate garden next door, now overgrown but with bright flowers pushing up among the weeds. Beyond, the black blossoms of his roses showed through the panes of the conservatory, as did the back of Elaine’s head. She appeared to be busy with something. There was no sign of Jasmine but Caroline was visible beside The Gatehouse, wielding a strimmer which she turned off as she saw Adam and Lucy. Adam waved, and as the noise faded, he found he could make out Jasmine’s distinctive squeals and the rhythmic smack of a hand on soft, feminine flesh, coming from the conservatory.

Adam smiled. Down in the house called Foxdens a girl was being spanked.