Three Sides of the Coin (Catherine I) (30 page)

             
"How about the piece I've got?" Jack asked with a raised eyebrow.

             
"You're a research project for her.  There will be no connection.  She'll be bored with you soon or you with her."

             
"You're probably right.  You don't think she's going to need a submissive fix every so often?"

             
Mike sighed, and paused before he answered.  "I don't know. I don't see her seeking out a BDSM club or a classified ad for some Master.   I suspect she'd be willing to live the rest of her life with this taste of the submissive life.   It's too bad that Steven can't flip back and forth like she can."

             
"Well, it's a good thing for us.   If Steven gives her all she needs on both ends of the spectrum, he might be able to supply the middle as well."

             
"The Universal Man to match the Universal Woman."  Mike said with a smile.  "I suppose it is too much to ask for.  But if I was to ask it for someone, it'd be for her."

             
"Even if it means you would be cut out of her loving life?   Don't tell me you love her enough to sacrifice for her!"  Jack exclaimed with a smile.

             
Mike took a deep breath.  "Yeah.  I think so. I suppose I love her at least that much.   And if we love her, don't tell me you don't feel at least a little something for her, we'd have to want something good for her."

             
"That gets me back to my previous question.  How do we ease out of this?"

             
Mike shook his head slowly as he stared down into the ground.  "I honestly don't know.   If she was dumber, we could trick her into confusion and reset the entire thing.  But as smart as she is, she'll take a deep breath and start to figure things out.  As long as she was acting on pure feeling, we had her where we wanted her.   But now you got her thinking.   We will have to be very, very careful now."

             
"I'm sorry, Mike.  But your papa's old Captain will make things right.  I have never let the team down yet."

             
Mike smiled ruefully, shaking his head.  "It isn't rugby and it isn't college.  This is a vibrant person we care about and we can't afford to miss again.   Besides, wasn't this how you blew your knee out?  Trying to take one for the team?  What body part are you willing to give up for the team this time?"

             
"Not that one, if that is what you are asking."  Jack laughed as they stood up, brushing their pants off.  They headed back down the beach from where they had come earlier, as gulls danced in the air grabbing breadcrumbs from giggling children.  The sun glowed red as it sank behind the ocean cloud bank, the roar of the ocean drowning out everything else but the occasional high pitch call of the gulls or the laughing children.  

The End

This ends the Discovery of Catherine, and perhaps someone in you.

The Catherine Series:

Catherine I:  Discovery-
Three Sides of the Coin

Catherine II:
Addiction-
Spinning the Coin
(
Spring 2013)

Catherine III: 
Atonement-
The Coin Comes to Rest

Catherine IV:
Connection-
The Coin Revealed

Preview of
Catherine II: Spinning the Coin

Chapter 1- Captain Jack 1

Thwack! 

             
"Eight!  Why did I say eight?"  Thought Catherine, as she lay across the legs of Captain Jack, her dress up and her panties at mid-thigh.  "I could have said seven or six.  There wasn't any correct answer."

             
"You aren't counting, my Dear."  The Captain said firmly.  But he didn't mean Dear, not nicely.  He had that way about him that made it seem the opposite of Deariness.  If she was anything to him, she was a pet-like functionary.  Not Dear so much as something to be fond of, something he might miss if he did not have it.  But not key to his existence in any way, just a candle on the cake, not even the icing.

Thwack!

              "You aren't concentrating, Kitten!"  He said sternly.  "You must count."

             
"Two, Master." She said.

             
"No." He said calmly, raising his hand.  "We begin again."

Thwack!

              She stiffened; her hand gripped an invisible tennis ball trying to squeeze the air out of it.  Then she relaxed as the pain subsided.  "One, Master."  She said, not quite a whimper.

             
She could feel him raise his hand and she tightened up.  He held the hand with an amused laugh.  She relaxed and his hand came down.

Thwack! 

              She shook.  The pain from his huge hand and powerful arm swing seemed all she could bear.  But she knew she would.  "Two, Master."  She said, voice trembling.   Why did she say eight?   She probably could have imagined a hundred mistakes she had made at dinner, if the tiniest of mistakes could have been counted.  A fumbled fork clanking against a plate, a rude question to the waitress, (Well she did count that, though she didn't really think it rude, merely tactless and forthright, but people tend to think that rude so she counted it)."

Thwack! 

              Oh, the pain!   She knew as she held her breath that it would get easier.  The heat of the strike would turn warm with a luscious, sensuous pleasure that she barely understood but truly enjoyed.  And in a few strokes the immediate pain would seem less.  How did that work?  She didn't know.

             
  "Three, Master."  She said, wriggling her hips on his lap, feeling his hard cock through his pants.  He liked this!  That excited her.  It was why she was here, why she had consented to come back after ignoring all those e-mails.  Then telling him to stop, and finally agreeing to talk about terms.

Thwack!

              It should not hurt this much, she thought.  Her eyes were tearing up and she wished she was near the end.  When six or seven came up, it was always so close to the end, the pain became more tolerable.  If she had said five or six, or even seven she could be in that clubhouse turn headed for the stables, the warmth of her ass settling in a sexy place. 

             
"Four, Master."  She said.   She wondered if he could see his handprint on her ass.  Surely, it would cover all of it.   She was proud of her ass, considering it one of her best features, but she warmed internally thinking that his handprint on her ass would turn him on even more.  To think that he, unlike Steven she feared, enjoyed seeing her receive pain made her feel more special.  His power, her submission seemed to be part of something larger than the two halves.

Thwack!

              A salty tear rolled down her face.  It wasn't from sadness, bitter and lonely.  It wasn't from joy, embracing the glory of the world.  It was from the pain, the interaction of the world.  It made her feel special.  She hadn't really been all that bad.  One for the rudeness with the waitress, another two for interrupting the Captain as he pontificated on some such thing or another.  He wasn't boring like that.  Far from it!  No, it was that he sparked ideas that she had to share.  But as soon as she spoke, she saw it in his eyes that he did not want to be derailed for the complex web of ideas he was weaving.  Three more times for tripping somewhere in the evening.   She had no idea how many times she really tripped, but she could remember at least three times when she had to reach for something to keep herself upright or from knocking something down.  If anyone truly kept track and spanked her for each misstep, her ass would have the texture of a rhinoceros.  How many was that then? Six?

             
  "Six, Master."  She heard herself saying, realizing her mistake even as she said it.

"Thwack!"

              "You will have to begin again, my Dear."  The Captain said evenly.

             
"Eight.  Why did it have to be eight."  She thought.