JENNA HAD NEVER in her life stood in a corner, even at primary school. She’d been one of the good girls. No naughty step or staying in at playtime for her.
It was novel, and almost enjoyable, to be standing here in her sexiest underwear, waiting for her punishment. But it was also mortifying and a bit scary. It frightened her, in a way, to feel that Jason knew he could ask her to do something like this, and she would do it. He recognised his power over her, and he used it.
Was it an unequal relationship, then?
No, she had to conclude it was not. She wouldn’t obey a request she found unacceptable. This kinky side to things was a new and delicious repast for her and she couldn’t get enough of it. It was like tasting spice after a lifetime of mashed potato. The possibilities seemed dizzying, and endless.
All the same, it was embarrassing to be standing here, barefoot and almost bare-bottomed, with her nose to the wall and her hands folded in the small of her back. Her nipples were hard, peeking over the wholly inadequate cups of her so-called bra and she was goose-pimpled all over.
Jason was taking his time. What was he doing? What would he decide to do to her when he got here?
Well, in a way, the answer to that was pretty obvious. But she wanted to know the detail. Would he put her over his knee or make her bend over a chair? Would he use his hand, or his handmade paddle, or something else? And, most interesting speculation of all, what would happen afterwards?
She heard the door of the shower room open and close – he was entering it from the corridor rather than the bedroom. A few moments later, the splash of water on tiling told her that he was washing the paint out of his hair.
She knew he wouldn’t catch her moving while he was in the shower, but she still didn’t leave the corner. Somehow, the principle of the thing was important. She needed to know for her own sake that he had nothing to reproach her with.
She stood straighter and thrust her chest out further, taking pleasure in her obedience to his will. But what if he presumed she hadn’t obeyed him? She couldn’t prove it. She might as well … just maybe take a few things out of the bedside drawer? Hide them somewhere?
The shower sounds ceased abruptly and she stood to attention, hot with guilt at what she’d been thinking.
Another age passed, with Jenna expecting the interconnecting door to open at any moment, but Jason had other plans, it seemed, because he went back out into the corridor.
What? Jenna huffed and her posture slackened. Bored now. Just get on with it.
She hopped back into position, her heart racing painfully, when the bedroom door opened swiftly and suddenly. She couldn’t, however, resist the temptation to sneak a glimpse over her shoulder.
‘Oh no, no, no,’ tutted Jason, whom she had seen was wearing his sharp black suit. He must have gone downstairs to get it from the hall, where it had been hanging up after being delivered by the dry cleaning service. ‘Eyes to the front, Jen. You know the drill.’
No she didn’t! She wanted to object that standing in a corner had not made up a significant proportion of her life experience thus far, but something told her this would get her nowhere.
‘Makes a change,’ he said, closer to her now. ‘Somebody else in the corner. I was forever getting sent there when I was little. When I got a bit older, I got chucked out of class instead. Then suspended. Then excluded. But there’s something about standing in the corner, isn’t there? It makes you feel dead small.’
‘I’ve never done it before,’ she said.
‘Haven’t you? Well, get used to it, love. Because that little spot is all yours, whenever I think you could do with a bit of time there. So, have you thought about why I sent you there?’
‘You told me why.’ Oh dear, again that slightly chippy tone. She couldn’t seem to quash it. But meekness and mildness didn’t come easily to Jenna Myatt Diamond, of Talent Team.
‘Well, perhaps I want to hear it from you, and without the attitude.’
Oops. She was in dangerous territory here.
She racked her brains for a neutral way of putting it.
‘Because I wasn’t honest with you.’
‘Right. And what weren’t you honest about?’
Ugh, she knew straight away that he was going to make her talk about things she’d prefer not to. Such as butt plugs.
‘I sent Kayley to the shop instead of going myself.’
‘The shop? What, Asda?’
‘No, the … the special shop. The adult shop.’
‘The sex shop.’
‘That’s the one.’ She tried to suppress a little giggle of gratitude at his helpfully saying the word for her.
‘So, tell me why you did it, then.’
‘Because … You know why.’
‘OK, you didn’t want to be followed by photographers or whatever. But what was it about your little shopping trip that you didn’t want them to know?’
Jason was such a jerk sometimes, she thought crossly. There was no need for all this.
‘Can’t we just get on with the …?’ she muttered.
‘The what?’
She was trapped, whatever she did. She was going to have to say these awful things.
‘The whatever it is you’re going to do to me,’ she said smartly.
He laughed.
‘Uh uh. I don’t think that’s quite good enough, Jenna. Tell me what you made Kayley buy in the shop and I’ll consider it.’
She took a deep breath. ‘A butt plug.’
‘Good. Why didn’t you want to be seen buying it?’
Jenna clenched her fists and pressed them into the small of her back.
‘Isn’t it obvious?’ she hissed.
‘Maybe,’ he said. ‘And isn’t it obvious that I want to hear it from you? Go on.’
‘Because then they’d know. And everyone would know. And it would be the most embarrassing thing ever.’
‘What’s embarrassing about shoving things up your bum?’ Jason laughed. ‘To be honest, love, they’d probably think it was me getting the unexpected visitor. They’d peg you for a dominatrix. So to speak. Little pegging joke there.’
‘What’s pegging?’
‘Ah, so much to learn, my little one. I have much to teach you.’
‘And I don’t suppose it’s all eastern philosophy either.’
‘No, none of it, to be honest. Dunno why I was doing that accent really. Anyway.’ He seemed to snap out of his light humour and revert to sternness. ‘I’m not here for a bit of banter. I’m here to teach you a lesson. And that lesson is – do as Jason says. And if you don’t, confess before it’s too late.’
‘So it’s too late now?’
‘Much too late. Way, way past the confession deadline.’
‘Ah.’
‘So I’m going to ask you first. What should I do with you?’
This was an unexpected twist. Wasn’t it up to him to decide on the gory details?
‘I don’t know,’ she said.
Her beautifully framed, almost bare, backside was subjected to a sudden hard, loud smack.
‘You missed a word off the end of that,’ he said, amid her yelps.
‘I don’t know … sir,’ she managed, stamping her foot as she said it.
‘Still not happy with the attitude, love,’ said Jason, adding another smack to the other side of her bottom, to even things up. ‘I think this lesson might be a long one.’
She pushed out her bottom lip, not that he could see it, and said in a much milder manner, ‘I don’t know, sir.’
‘Better. Why don’t you know?’
‘Because … well … because I thought it was up to you.’ She was desperate to get her nose out of that corner and face him. This conversation was even more difficult and embarrassing with him standing just behind her, his hands hovering near her bottom in case she said the wrong thing again.
‘You did? That’s good. Because it is up to me. But I’m just asking you to use your imagination and pretend the shoe’s on the other foot for a moment. What would you give yourself? For dishonesty, and a bit of disrespect on the side?’
‘Well … I don’t know. I suppose you’re going to –’ she took a breath ‘– spank me.’
‘Do you think that’s what I should do?’ He was relentless. He put a finger inside one of the webbed straps criss-crossing her bottom and pulled the elastic taut.
‘I guess it’s fair, sir,’ she said, just wanting this to be over with and adjusting her manner to top-level humility in the hope it would help.
‘Yeah, it’s fair. So you agree on that. Good. So I think you should ask me to do it.’
‘Oh …’ She floundered, unlacing her fingers from behind her back and flapping them in dismay.
‘But to my face,’ he elucidated. ‘Turn around and face me, and look at me when you’re saying it.’
She pivoted unwillingly, thinking that perhaps she ought to be grateful to have her bottom out of the danger zone, for a short while.
Her eyes met his. He was loving this! She chewed the inside of her cheek, trying to resist the impulse to protest again.
‘Look,’ she said, trying hard to retain some dignity, although the effort was clearly doomed. ‘I’m really sorry, sir. I shouldn’t have kept the truth from you. So will you please give me … what I deserve?’
‘And what you deserve is?’ He smirked.
‘A spanking, goddamnit!’ she blurted.
He threw back his head and laughed, then put a hand on her shoulder, urging her down to her knees.
‘Something wasn’t quite right about that, was it, babe?’ he teased. ‘Try again. Maybe a little bit of begging might be good for your bum.’
At least on her knees she didn’t have to look into his eyes. She couldn’t, without cricking her neck.
It was much easier to say these words to his thighs, somehow.
‘Please, sir, will you spank me because I deserve it,’ she mumbled.
‘Right. That was quite good. Only thing now is … I don’t know what to use. What do you reckon, Jen?’
‘Your hand,’ she suggested hopefully. Or – no – she should have suggested that little suede flogger that started out so softly and built up so sweetly.
‘For starters,’ he said ominously. ‘All right then. Up you get.’
He helped her up and, against her expectations, pulled her suddenly into him for a stolen, breathless kiss.
‘Can’t resist you in that underwear,’ he whispered, hot breath warming her ear. ‘But first things first.’ He patted her bottom and led her over to the dressing table chair.
It was a little too low for a man of Jason’s stature, which meant that his thighs were sloped down when she was pulled across them. She rolled down them until she was tight against his stomach, her legs draped inelegantly.
‘This won’t work,’ he said. ‘Can’t get the right angle. Let’s get you on the bed.’
It took some working out, but eventually Jenna was on all fours with her bottom pushed out, the elastic strapping stretched over her curves so that she could feel quite vividly what a tempting target it presented.
Jason paced around her, mouth-watering in his suit trousers and jacket with the sleeves rolled up, taking pictures on his phone until he was satisfied.
‘Oh …’ An unwelcome thought occurred to her. ‘You aren’t going to paint this?’
‘Not yet,’ he said. ‘But I never say never.’
He put the phone away.
‘Now,’ he said, ‘no more chat from you. It’s time to get down to business.’
He knelt beside her, perpendicular to her prostrated form, and put a hand on her bottom, rubbing it all over. His other hand held her shoulder, as if to prevent her wriggling up the mattress in an escape attempt.
‘And remember,’ he said, looming over her and running a finger along the exposed crack of her buttocks. ‘This is just for starters.’
The first smack rang out. It wasn’t hard, but it still took Jenna’s breath away. She wasn’t sure she’d ever be really prepared for this. She could try and remember how it felt, but the first stroke would always surprise her.
She tried to keep still and take it stoically, thinking that perhaps he would finish sooner if she behaved well, but after the first few slow and exploratory strokes, he started to speed up, then to increase his force.
She couldn’t stop herself jolting around under his hand with little gasps and squeals of discomfort. His hand on her shoulder kept her in position, his fingers spreading around to gather the back of her neck in a firm grip.
‘You can’t get away,’ he reminded her. ‘You know how to stop this, but I’m not going to give you any less than you deserve. If you stop me, I’ll just have to postpone the rest of it till later on.’
Oh God. The thought of him spanking her until she begged him to stop, then simply having to wait for round two was awful, yet also very arousing. Perhaps he’d put her in the corner to wait for the rest of it. Perhaps he’d make her do all sorts of things, take him in every possible way, knowing throughout that it was only an interlude in her continuing punishment. Perhaps he’d find other ways to punish her while she was made to wait.
She felt the throb between her legs. She put her thighs together, but he seemed to understand why, and he paused in the spanking for a moment to investigate the area.
‘Turning you on, is it?’ he said hoarsely. ‘Well, we can’t have that. Hold it right there.’ He began to unbuckle his belt and she couldn’t take her eyes from the sight. It was electrifyingly hot, to see him pull the snake of leather sharply through its loops until it was wrapped around his fist and doubled up, ready to go to work on her tingling backside.
The first little snap on her skin was like a static shock, a crackle of something akin to, but not quite, pain.
But it soon burned into something more substantial. The belt fell, with increasingly loud force, over and over upon her tightening skin.
Jenna held tight to the covers, bunching them in her fists as she bucked and writhed without effect. Jason kept his hold on her, plying the strap over and over again until she knew her rear end must be rosy red.
‘Getting it now,’ he said softly, under the crack, crack, crack of the belt. ‘Getting it good and proper. What you deserve. Don’t lie to me, Jen. Don’t ever lie to me.’
The words, rather than the pain, brought a salty rush of tears to her eyes.
He was hurt. She couldn’t seem to stop hurting him, although she never meant to. She did deserve this. And she would take every single stroke, if it meant she had to …
‘Oh God,’ she cried. ‘God, it hurts.’
He stopped in mid-stroke, the belt dangling over her bottom.
‘Enough?’ he asked.
She wiped a tear quickly from her cheek.
‘Not that,’ she said. ‘I mean, I wish I could stop … I wish I could …’
‘Hey.’ Her sobs had put an end to whatever it was she had been trying to say. She wasn’t even sure she knew what it was. Jason had put down the belt and got her quickly into his arms. ‘Hey, I didn’t want to properly hurt you. I’d never, I mean, this is supposed to be fun, really. You weren’t taking it serious, were you?’
She shook her head, trying to smile through her tears.
‘It’s not you. Not your fault. It didn’t hurt that much, well, maybe it did, but … I can take it.’
‘Then what are you crying for, you daft thing?’
‘I don’t know. Just, it’s all been … The last weeks … It’s all been a bit emotional.’
Jason had to laugh ruefully at that.
‘Yeah, you could say.’
‘I think I just need to let it out. And this has opened me up and let me do that.’
Jason kissed the tears as they fell.
‘Go on then,’ he whispered. ‘Have a good cry, babe.’
She wept into his shoulder for a few minutes, perversely enjoying her tears, and the way their release seemed to loosen her shoulders and turn her heart from a solid weight into something lighter.
‘Better?’ he asked, once she emerged and reached blindly for a tissue from the nightstand.
She nodded.
‘Sorry. And thanks.’
‘Thanks for what? Walloping your arse until you cried your eyes out? Yeah, I’m all heart, me.’
He looked truly guilty, and Jenna’s lighter heart gave her a pang.
‘No, for being so understanding. And for letting this happen. You know I don’t blame you for … what you were doing. I’m as kinky as you are. Don’t think I’m not.’
‘Ah, well, that’s a relief,’ he said with a little laugh. ‘It’s hard to judge sometimes, Jen. I mean, you seem to be really into it and then …’
‘I am really into it. You know how it drives me wild – usually. I suppose I just feel genuinely guilty, about Kayley, and about not telling you about the shop and … I don’t like feeling bad.’
‘Who does?’
‘Plus all this crap with Deano and Harville being out and your family connections and … God, it’s a lot to take in. My head’s all over the place.’
‘Where do you think mine is? Look, love, as long as both our heads are together, it doesn’t matter, does it? We can deal with anything they try and throw at us. We’ve proved it. We’re strong.’ He tilted Jenna’s face to his, smiling into it. ‘Aren’t we?’
She nodded gratefully.
‘Well, I’m glad we got all that sorted out,’ said Jason briskly. ‘What’s next?’
‘Finish it off,’ said Jenna, picking up the belt and offering it to him.
‘Are you sure?’ He frowned, taking the belt from her.
‘Completely. I’ve let out all the pressure now. I’m ready for a damn good thrashing. And whatever comes after it.’
He grinned and kissed her.
‘You’ve got it, babe. Now get that nice red bum up again, ’cos you won’t be sitting down for dinner tonight.’
They made it through about a dozen more strokes before the belt was thrown aside and Jason’s trousers came down.
Jenna, still on her knees with her bottom uppermost, welcomed Jason’s thick length barging its way into her without ceremony. She wanted to be taken and used and made grateful for her punishment. She rejoiced in the soreness of her cheeks every time his pelvis smacked into them. He thrust and rutted behind her, still holding her neck in a vice-like grip. With his other hand, he squeezed her belted buttocks, treating them as roughly as his cock was treating her pussy.
It was every bit as cathartic as the crying jag, thought Jenna somewhere in her delirium of lust. Perhaps, for him, it was more so.
She had a sense of her orgasm being forced from her, as if Jason had reached inside her and torn it out. She cried out through a haze of tears, the power of it overwhelming her.
He followed her swiftly, adding his release to hers, until they were in a kind of animal harmony.
Later, after much holding and whispering and a few tears, they came together again. More quietly this time, almost peacefully, a gentle connection to remind each other of the strength and depth of their new love.
By the time they drifted off to sleep, Kayley was quite forgotten.