The Finest Line (38 page)

When it was time for Vanessa to
leave, she gave Mairead a long embrace, receiving a disapproving
frown from James, though he also held her for a long time,
imparting all the gratitude and love he had for her.

‘Don’t be too hard on her,”
Vanessa told him as they broke apart. With that she was gone.

On the drive back to Pukerua
Bay, Mairead couldn’t bear not knowing. “How much does Vanessa know
about... what we do?”

“If you are asking if I talk to
Vanessa about our sexual and physical relationship, the answer is
no, I don’t.” His eyes remained straight ahead behind his dark
sunglasses. “She knows enough about me to make certain accurate
assumptions and she has an uncanny ability to detect a submissive
nature.”

“Is that what I am?” Mairead
asked. “Submissive?”

James laughed. “I wish, but in
some ways yes. Not every woman would allow me to treat them in the
manner which I treat you.”

The question that had formed a
thousand times and never found substance suddenly spilled from her
mouth.

“Were you and Vanessa ever
intimate?”

She heard him sigh and wished
immediately that she hadn’t asked.

“With each other the answer is
no,” he told her. “Vanessa is a lesbian, not a bisexual and she has
no desire whatsoever for men. She also has a very male nature about
her which makes our friendship so good. We engaged in what you
might call...” James smirked, “Group activities with a number of
women.”

Mairead’s mouth fell open.
“James, I’m shocked.”

“I learnt a lot,” he was still
grinning. “If you want to know how to please a woman, ask a
woman.”

Still with her mouth open,
Mairead sat back and shook her head. “I had this picture in my
head, of what your life in England was like, and boy was I
wrong.”

James lifted his glasses and
looked at her, his face full of concern. “Are you disappointed?

“No.” She loved that he was
sharing his life with her no matter how shocking. “I’m just
thinking what fun it is going to be getting to know you.”

When he still look worried she
knew exactly how to assure him. “Maybe a little disappointed that
perhaps I should have bypassed the apprentice and gone straight for
the master. She was certainly interested.”

Glasses were down and frown was
back. “I am all the master you will ever need, and believe me I am
going to demonstrate that today when we address a certain matter of
you running off from the airport.”

Mairead shut her mouth and sat
back to enjoy the long anticipatory journey back to the
cottage.

The demonstration commenced the
moment they arrived back at the cottage. Mairead was no sooner in
the door when her clothing was completely removed. James towered
over her, still in his shirt, tie and trousers, his eyes studying
every part of her. Vulnerability had never been so well illustrated
before.

Mairead was sent to stand facing
a corner of the lounge, a part she found extremely humiliating, but
she figured that was the point of it. He insisted on her legs being
wide apart, making her all the more aware of the activity between
her legs.

Her mind was divided to how the
day would pan out. The excitement and fear of the range of
sensations she would be submitted to was exhilarating but the
thought of being denied sex afterwards was unbearable.

After their passionate union at
the hospital, there were no more concessions and it had been a long
frustrating week. She found herself being extremely co-operative,
polite and endearing to everyone, as much as it annoyed her that
James’ discipline actually had an effect on her. Anything, which
might earn her James’ attentions, was worth a go.

Glancing around, she saw James
arrange a dining chair in the centre of the room before fetching
the mysterious black bag he had kept hidden in the boot. From it he
drew out what looked like a transparent ping pong bat and put it
down on the floor beside the chair. It looked harmless enough. The
baby oil, which he put next to it, was more ominous having
experienced the effects of a spanking on an oiled backside.

She felt reasonably confident
enough that her heightened arousal would soon have her in that
wonderful zone where she could experience more pleasure than pain.
A week without any sexual contact was more than enough punishment
as far as she was concerned.

Her thoughts were so engrossing
that she nearly didn’t hear James call her. Turning around she
gulped to see him sitting in the chair.

“Are you listening to me
Mairead?” His voice was stern. “I said to come here.”

Nervously she walked the short
distance and stood before him.

“I need you to fully appreciate
what is happening here,” His frown added to the grimness of his
tone. “I know that you can quite easily turn this to something
rather than its true intention which is punishment. I don’t want
you to do that. What I want, is for you to think about how you
close you came to being killed by putting yourself in an extremely
dangerous situation and how my life would have been over too. I
couldn’t have survived it, not losing you. I want you to feel every
bit of the hurt I have suffered over this so that you will never
disobey me again when it comes to your safety. Am I getting through
to you Mairead?”

Unfortunately for her, he was
getting through quite clearly and any hope of getting enjoyment
from this had vanished. She was already crying as she nodded.

“Let’s get this over with,” he
took her hand and brought her around to his side before guiding her
over his lap. “I am not going to pin your legs down. You are going
to concentrate on doing that yourself. That might help you keep
your mind off other things.”

His surmise proved accurate and
Mairead was unpleasantly surprised at how much pain was being
inflicted by his hand through just the warm-up. The urge to bring
her feet back to block his hand was overwhelming and she had to
kick to stop herself. Her one available hand was quickly grasped
and held at her when she tried to cover herself.

When it was over, there was no
relief in sight as the baby oil was applied to her burning
backside. As much as she relished his massage, she knew it was
hardly for her benefit and more to do with adding extra sting.

“This is going to really hurt
Mairead,” he told her casually, softly patting and rubbing the
strange paddle against her cheeks. “This is called a Lexan paddle,
and is made from a polycarbonate resin. As harmless as it looks,
its physical properties tend to make it one of the nastier
implements used for this nature. I have heard the after effects
being likened to being stung by a swarm of wasps.”

“Oh goody,” Mairead managed to
say, through her sobs, “I can hardly wait.”

Three good whacks with the
paddle were enough to know that the description was going to prove
accurate. All bets were off and she struggled, kicked and bucked
until James had to pin her down and complete the punishment.

Mairead lay howling loudly and
James caressed her back silently for a long time before she had
calmed.

“Are you alright babe?” his
voice was full of concern.

Mairead sighed, “Nothing a
completely new arse wouldn’t fix.”

He was relieved to hear her
humour. “I like this one. I tried to paddle a big red love heart
onto it. If you hadn’t struggled so much, it would have looked
great. Now it looks a bit lopsided but it’s definitely red.”

Mairead laughed until she meekly
asked. “Am I forgiven yet?’

James gently caressed her
bottom. “You were forgiven the moment I saw that you were still
alive that day, but I did need to make a point.”

“Point noted and filed,” Mairead
assured him. “Now can we have some fun?”

His hand wandered down between
her legs and she heard him sigh as he found how wet she was.

“I couldn’t help it,” She
quickly explained. “That one caught me completely by surprise.”

“While it doesn’t surprise me at
all,” he growled but his fingers slipped inside her and began
working in and out of her. “How would you like to play a little
game?”

She sighed with relief and with
his attentions. “If it involves getting fucked for several hours,
I’m in.”

James grinned. “You’ll love
it.”

He helped her off his lap and
went to the mysterious black bag. He returned with some handcuffs
and began to put them on her.

“Don’t worry they’re lined on
the inside for comfort. I don’t want your mind on anything else but
what I’m doing to you.”

Mairead held up her manacled
wrists and opened them to the few inches of chain between them.
“Quite restricting aren’t they?”

“Yes they are,” James took hold
of the chain and drew her closer to the couch where he sat
down.

Mairead stood before him and
trembled slightly. “My bottom is really hurting me.”

James feigned concern. “Is it
baby? You better let me have a look.”

She turned around but was
startled as he pulled her down to sit on him, stinging her tender
cheeks. “Ouch.”

James leaned forward and
whispered into her ear. “I want you to get up on your knees on the
couch on the outside of my thighs”

She obeyed and James took hold
of her waist, drawing her down until her bottom was back on his
lap. He reached out and drew out a long black cloth from the bag.
“Sorry baby, but the blindfold is the last thing you get to see for
awhile. Everything else you will have to distinguish by touch.”

“I like the blindfold,” Mairead
said as he tied it in place. “But I don’t know how long I can do
this lotus position thingy without becoming uncomfortable.”

“I have no intention of keeping
you like that sweetheart,” James kissed her cheek before bringing
his hands around to cup her breasts. Mairead expelled a deep
breath. “Let your weight fall into my hands.”

With her loss of sight and bound
hands, it would have been a scary feeling falling forward, but she
knew that he was more than strong enough to support her. Eventually
she felt her body touch his legs stretched out in front of him and
his hands left her breasts. She was now lying down the length of
his legs, head down and bum up, her nipples flattened against the
denim encasing his shins.

Immediately he lifted his foot
and trod the chain of the handcuffs to the floor. She was trapped
and with her knees spread wide on either side of his thighs, she
was fully exposed to his view.

She blushed furiously as her
vagina responded very excitedly to this situation. James helped
embarrass her further by laughing and swiping his finger in the
juices flowing from her. “You seem to like this game already baby
and we haven’t even started.”

Mairead blushed again, “This
position is incredibly embarrassing.”

“Looks great to me,” James
disagreed as he licked his fingers. “Taste’s good too. In fact I
don’t think I’ve ever seen a more beautiful view. Now here is how
the game is played. I am going to touch your bottom, or your pussy
or your clit with a variety of objects. You have ten seconds to say
what the object is. If you are right, you get a reward, but if
you’re wrong you have to pay a little penalty. Are you ready?”

“Probably not, but away you go,”
Mairead gulped as she waited for the first object. A menagerie of
emotion was assaulting her. Lust and excitement were becoming
victorious over her anxiety and humiliation.

The first sensation made her
groan. It was light and soft and swept gently over her stinging
buttocks, before running down the cleft from her anus and along the
lips of her vagina. It lingered and brushed back and forward on her
clitoris.

She was so lost in the feeling,
when James announced, “Three seconds left.”

“It’s a feather,” Mairead yelled
out. “Oh my god it’s a feather.”

“Well done,” James praised her.
“Now you get a reward.”

He returned the feather to her
clitoris and delicately ran the fronds across her swollen bud. Her
vagina contracted violently and the feather was taken away.

James growled at her, “Just so
you know, if you come again before I give you permission, you get
soundly spanked.”

Mairead grinned. If she climaxed
she wouldn’t care if she got spanked but she knew better than to be
cheeky.

“This one might be a little more
difficult.” James said as he touched something small and hard to
her bottom.

It seemed to have a blunt point
and as he ran it between her cheeks she could feel its bullet
shape,

“Is it a bullet?”

“No it’s not,” James answered.
“Four seconds.”

The remaining time went
unanswered and Mairead felt her fear surface a little.

“Sorry baby, you lose.” He
sounded sorry but she knew he wasn’t. “Maybe the sound will give
you more of an idea but you have lost.”

The buzzing behind her made her
angry. “That is so unfair. It’s a bloody vibrator and I would have
known that if you’d switched it on.”

James slapped each cheek. “Watch
your tone Miss. I’m setting the rules for this game and nothing in
them says I had to switch it on so get ready to pay the
penalty.”

Mairead whimpered as she felt
James finger smear lube onto her anus. It still mortified her, but
James had made quite clear that none of her body was off limits to
him. She sighed and concentrated on relaxing, having learnt that
tensing up made things much more uncomfortable.

She gasped as the vibrator
entered her. James gently worked it in and out of her getting
gradually deeper until at least two inches had penetrated. James
held it there while it buzzed and simultaneously his fingers worked
her clitoris.

The sensation was incredible and
as James increased the tempo, her vagina exploded in a climax so
powerful she yelled long and loud at the intense spasms. Release
had never been so rewarding.