The Brat and the Master - a BDSM Erotic Novel (8 page)

‘Do you think … I mean, if she’d like to?’

Adam shrugged, expecting Jasmine to refuse but feeling it was only fair to ask.

‘Jasmine? I think you’ve turned somebody on. Cornfed wants a suck.’

Jasmine nodded, swallowed, then twisted her head around as she answered.

‘Yes, please, and make the machine go faster – just a little bit.’

Henry made a hasty adjustment to the device before pulling down his zip to extract a fat, pale cock, which he immediately pushed into Jasmine’s mouth. Adam, who had moved out of his way, began to stroke her bottom and spank her gently as she sucked, amused by her arousal and rather pleased with his control of the situation. He’d always got on with Henry, who was clever but socially awkward, and it was pleasing to watch the gratitude on his face as he fucked Jasmine’s mouth. It wasn’t going to take long either, with Jasmine growing ever more eager and Henry already sighing in ecstasy.

‘Greedy little brat,’ Adam remarked, and gave Jasmine a harder swat across her cheeks. ‘You know you’re going to be spanked for this when you get home, don’t you?’

Jasmine nodded on her mouthful of cock.

‘But for now,’ Adam went on as he continued to spank her, ‘I want you to swallow down what Cornfed’s about to do in your mouth – every last drop.’

Again Jasmine nodded, only for her eyes to pop wide as, almost immediately, she was given what she was expecting, just far sooner than she had anticipated. Henry was too far gone to even notice, forcing his cock in as deep as it would go even as her cheeks bulged and her throat went into spasm as she struggled to swallow, and failed. A great mass of spunk and mucus erupted from her nose and more appeared at her lips, soiling his balls and trousers.

Henry moved back quickly, looking embarrassed and babbling apologies, but Jasmine had no sooner caught her breath than she was begging for another cock, and to be spanked while she sucked it, at which a deep voice spoke from the audience.

‘She knows who she needs.’

Adam made to protest even as Steelhand stepped forward, but Jasmine’s mouth was already open wide in expectation. With no way to stop it happening save by physical force, he gave in, feigning indifference as he once more set to work on Jasmine’s bottom, telling her off as he spanked her, but now meaning every word as he rebuked her for being a greedy slut.

She soaked it up, squirming her bottom on the dildo as it pumped in and out of her, and eagerly took Mark’s cock into her mouth. He was rough, holding her by the hair as he fucked between her lips, until the tears were streaming from her eyes and she had a beard of snot, saliva and come hanging from her chin. Then he spoke.

‘Who’s your master, Jasmine? Tell me, who’s you master?’

She didn’t even try to answer, struggling to suck with his fist twisted hard into her hair and his cock still jammed deep into her mouth.

‘I’m going to let you pull back,’ he told her, ‘just for a moment, and when I do, I want you to say my name, Steelhand, just the once. Now, who’s your master?’

He began to pull out of Jasmine’s mouth. Pleasure had made her eyes hazy and unfocused, and her muscles gave little spasms in time to the thrusts of the dildo, her control clearly gone. As he slipped free of her lips she merely tried to get it back, not speaking, but he tightened his grip in her hair.

‘Come on,’ he urged. ‘No cock until you tell me, and you know you want to. Who’s your master, Jasmine?’

She looked up at him, seemingly about to speak, to say the words Adam couldn’t bear to hear. Then … one hard twist on a wheel, a flick to a switch and the fucking machine was vibrating furiously and pumping the dildo in and out of Jasmine’s cunt at a crazy pace, breaking whatever she’d been about to say into a scream as her body locked in another violent orgasm.

Chapter Four

‘So this is the first time you’ve ever been spanked by another woman?’ Elaine asked.

‘Caroline whipped me,’ Jasmine answered softly, ‘and …’

‘Yes, we know,’ Elaine interrupted her. ‘But this is different, a sort of halfway house between mucking around and an old-fashioned punishment – over the knee and with your panties pulled down, but from a dominant woman, for your pleasure as well as your discipline. You do need discipline, don’t you?’

The answer was a low, contented purr. Jasmine lay over Elaine’s lap, her jeans pulled into a tangle around her knees and her neatly divided cheeks straining against a pair of tiny white panties. As they spoke, Elaine stroked Jasmine’s bottom as if in a trance, her fingers moving slowly over the soft, white cotton and pale, resilient flesh to trace out every gentle swell and crease. Adam sat opposite, sprawled in a big chair with Caroline perched on one arm of it, his cock in her hand and his hand on her bottom.

‘Just spank the little brat, why don’t you?’ Caroline advised.

‘Hush,’ Elaine responded, ‘or you’ll be getting it too, with my hairbrush. You got your turn at the market last week. Now it’s mine.’

Caroline stuck her tongue out but didn’t answer, still watching as she played with Adam’s cock. Jasmine had taken to the fetish scene with extraordinary enthusiasm, eager to meet everybody and try everything. In turn, everybody had wanted to meet her, and to play with her – attention she’d lapped up until she was utterly exhausted. There had been a small party after the market and she had been very much at the centre of all the action, dancing nude on the bar and then staying naked, her slender body the object of open admiration and no shortage of touching.

She’d had her bottom whipped and her breasts waxed, her cunt shaved in front of a large audience and her mouth stretched with clamps for the insertion of a large, realistically shaped dildo, before a final public fucking from Adam. In the end, he’d had to carry her out to the car over his shoulder, with just the coat he’d bought her to conceal her nudity.

‘You were ever so bad at the fetish market, weren’t you?’ Elaine was now saying as she continued her exploration of Jasmine’s panty seat. ‘A really naughty girl. How many cocks did you suck?’

‘Three,’ Jasmine answered sleepily.

‘Three cocks,’ Elaine went on. ‘Three cocks, in your mouth, in front of other people, you dirty little tart! Well, we all know what happens to dirty little tarts, don’t we?’

‘They get spanked, don’t they?’ Jasmine replied, with unconcealed relish.

‘Yes,’ Elaine agreed, ‘they get spanked, and they get spanked bare bottom, so …’

As she trailed off, she took hold of Jasmine’s panties, lifting the waistband clear of her flesh to show off the dimples in the small of her back and the gentle swell of her cheeks.

‘So your panties are coming down,’ she finished. ‘There, all bare and ready. Aren’t you pretty?’

She’d done it as she had spoken, inverting the little white panties around Jasmine’s thighs to leave her bottom fully bare, with just a hint of cunt peeping out. Then rather more was revealed as Elaine abruptly cocked one knee up. Jasmine gasped as her legs were spread, to leave her with her panties now stretched taut and her bottom cheeks wide apart, with her puckered white bottom-hole on display as well as her vagina.

There,’ Elaine snapped, now stern. ‘That’s how you ought to be, you dirty little brat, with your bottom well spread and everything on show for your punishment, which is what you’re going to get – right now.’

She wrapped her arm around Jasmine’s waist, to hold the now wriggling girl firmly in position as the spanking began, delivered firm and hard. Caroline began to giggle as Jasmine started to struggle in Elaine’s grip, her legs kicking and her bottom cheeks bouncing and spreading to every smack, while Adam’s cock was now rock hard.

‘Look at you,’ Elaine went on, still spanking her. ‘You little disgrace. Can’t you even keep still while you’re spanked? Can’t you take it like a lady? No, you have to wriggle and squirm, don’t you, showing your bum off so the boys get hard. OK, if you can’t keep still and you have to make such a disgraceful exhibition of yourself, let’s have your titties out as well, shall we?’

She stopped, but only long enough to haul Jasmine’s T-shirt up, baring her little pointed breasts before the spanking resumed. With that, Caroline began to tug harder on Adam’s cock as she pushed her bottom out over the edge of the seat, allowing him to slip his fingers in under the gusset of her panties and up her cunt, so they were now masturbating each other as they watched Jasmine’s spanking. He was in no hurry, after another passionate night in bed with Jasmine, but Elaine plainly was, her arousal showing in her face.

‘Enough,’ she said suddenly. ‘Now get on your knees and say thank you, the same way you thank Adam when he deals with you.’

Jasmine tumbled off her lap to land clumsily on the carpet, but Elaine already had a grip on her T-shirt and she was quickly pulled into position, kneeling with her bottom pushed well out, her lowered panties and the hem of the shirt now framing her smacked cheeks. Elaine spread her thighs, hesitating for only a moment, with a glance towards Adam, before rucking up the smart skirt suit she’d worn to work that day and pulling aside the silky knickers she had on underneath to bare her cunt.

‘I’ve never …’ Jasmine began, only to have her face pulled firmly in between Elaine’s open thighs.

‘You’ve never licked a woman before?’ Elaine asked. ‘Is that what you were going to say? Then it’s about time you did. Come on, I gave you your spanking so don’t be precious – just lick me, you little brat!’

As she spoke, she rubbed Jasmine’s face against her cunt – then the girl’s little pointed tongue finally popped out and Elaine relaxed back as her licking began. Caroline immediately shifted position, tipping herself over to take Adam’s cock in her mouth, with her bottom now protruding into a yet more vulnerable position. Her skirt was rolled up, her panties stretched taut across her ample cheeks – a target too tempting for Adam to resist. Taking hold of her, he pulled her body around, to whip down the panties and smother his face between her cheeks. Her ministrations to his cock grew all the more eager as he began to lick her from behind, lapping at her clit and burrowing his tongue into her cunt before giving way completely to his lust and turning his attention to the even tighter hole slightly above it.

‘Adam, you dirty little boy,’ Elaine sighed. ‘He’s licking Caroline’s bottom, Jasmine. Does he lick yours too? I bet he does.’

Adam didn’t respond, too busy enjoying himself with Caroline’s bottom and cunt – already, he could feel himself starting to come. Yet Elaine’s words triggered the memory of one of many dirty sex acts from the night before, when he’d kissed Jasmine better after a spanking by applying his lips to her tiny, pale anus. With that he came, his mind a jumble of filthy images – Jasmine’s spread bottom and Caroline’s, both girls during their spankings, and as they licked cunt or sucked cock for those who’d punished them.

He pushed his tongue as deep as it would go up Caroline’s bottom-hole as he came, lost in her abundant femininity. Then, as he tried to pull back, she gave an urgent wriggle, rubbing herself into his face. She was still sucking on his cock, and obviously wanted to come with it in her mouth, so Adam gave a couple of firm swats to each of her cheeks, to punish her for her impudence, and went back to licking, now on her clit. He could no longer see what else was going on, his vision obscured by the broad moon of Caroline’s bottom, but he heard Elaine cry out as she too came. Jasmine had been rubbing at herself as she licked and her ecstatic sigh soon followed, leaving Caroline to finish herself off in Adam’s face as the others watched.

‘That was very giving of you, for a male dom,’ Elaine remarked when Caroline finally dismounted.

‘Always happy to please,’ Adam responded, ‘and it’s hardly a chore.’

Caroline giggled and kissed him, then stood up.

‘I’m all sticky,’ she complained. ‘Can I shower, please, Adam?’

‘Be my guest,’ he responded.

‘I’ll join her,’ Elaine said. ‘Jasmine?’

Both girls stood up and followed Caroline towards the bathroom. Adam half-rose, intrigued by the thought of watching the three of them shower together, only to flop back into his seat. He knew that Jasmine and Caroline would be pleased to be paid such attention, and even Elaine seemed to be getting less shy about the exposure of her body, but he’d lost count of the number of times he’d come since meeting Jasmine again on the night of Secret Sinners, and just the thought of sex made his balls ache, while his cock felt as if it had been lightly sandpapered.

‘Right, the post,’ he said to himself, reaching for the letters he’d collected as they’d come back into the flat, but which he’d put down when Elaine had suggested that Jasmine might benefit from a spanking. ‘Let’s see. No, I do not need to reclaim any PPI, whatever that may be. No, I do not want to enter a prize draw. Haardt-Biomass … what now?’

He read through the letter, then swore softly. The sound of running water could now be heard from the direction of the bathroom, mingled with the occasional feminine giggle, so he read through the letter again, more slowly this time, before calling out.

‘Elaine! Sorry, but it’s important. I may be in need of your professional services. Elaine!’

She finally appeared, dripping wet and wrapped in a towel. Adam pushed the letter towards her.

‘It’s from Haardt-Biomass. Apparently, somebody’s claiming precedence on one of the patents I took out –Pointe Verte. It’s complete rubbish, because their work stems from one of the papers I published in parallel with my DPhil, but they want me to attend a meeting in Lille, where they’re based. So, do I tell them to get stuffed, or do we go to France?’

‘Lille, Lille, arse of France, like a boil that needs a lance,’ Adam quoted, peering down from the bridge onto the tracks below. ‘Lille, Lille, road and rail, it really is beyond the pale.’

‘Hilaire Belloc?’ Elaine guessed as she took off her glasses to slip them into the pocket of her jacket.

‘Adam Tyler,’ Adam responded. ‘It’s been going around in my head ever since we got here. I don’t think this is France at its best.’

‘You can’t expect too much of an industrial estate, or a commercial hotel. The centre of the city might be all right.’

‘We shall see, but I still say we should have brought Jasmine – to share, of course.’

‘It would have been nice,’ Elaine admitted, ‘but too risky. She’d probably offer the Pointe Verte lawyers blowjobs or just strip off if she got bored.’

‘Quite possibly,’ Adam agreed, ‘but we could have left her at the hotel, perhaps tied up and gagged?’

‘The cleaners would have been sure to comment. Seriously, you know I can’t take risks. One little slip and I’ll be struck off for bringing the profession into disrepute.’

‘I’m surprised you dare to go out at all, under the circumstances.’

‘It’s not like that. I was 18 when I went to my first club – fresh out of school, and in my real uniform, by the way, with a cane and a lot of attitude. It was different in those days, still quite underground, which made it really exciting. Just a few years before, police raids were fairly common. I had no idea I’d get my first, or be accepted at Fitzroy’s Inn. By the time that happened, it had become so much part of my lifestyle I couldn’t do without it, so I took to full rubber catsuits. Nowadays, hardly anybody knows me from both sides of my life.’

‘You took a chance with me, then. I’m flattered.’

‘You’re sensible. Jasmine’s not. In fact, she’s an irresponsible brat – lovely, but an irresponsible brat. I mean, Caroline plays the brat, but Jasmine is the real thing.’

‘She had a rough time,’ Adam replied, ‘but yes, I suppose you’re right. She certainly doesn’t care what people think, and whatever limits she has, I’ve yet to find them. I threatened to put her in a nappy, just as a joke, but she was up for it, for real, I think. She even wanted to be spanked while I changed her.’

‘With her legs rolled up?’ Elaine asked. ‘It’s a notoriously humiliating spanking position.’

Adam saw her shiver but didn’t reply, both of them watching as a sleek, silver train moved slowly out from the station. Only when it had disappeared beneath the wide concrete bridge on which they were standing did she speak again.

‘You’re in love with her, aren’t you?’

‘Yes,’ Adam told her. ‘I have been for years, I think, ever since I met her. Do you remember I told you about Foxdens, the big house next door to my grandparents in Devon, and the old man who used to grow the dark roses, Mr Rudge?’

‘Of course.’

‘Jasmine used to stay at The Gatehouse, which shares a driveway with Foxdens. That’s where I first saw her, walking in the old man’s garden in a white summer dress. She was so beautiful, so free – or that’s what I thought. He used to spank her, for fun.’

‘The bastard!’

‘No, no, for her fun as much as his own, although Christ alone knows how they managed to come to that arrangement. She’d pick his flowers and generally be naughty, you know how it works, and then he’d take her indoors and spank her, OTK, and panties down too. I was fascinated.’

‘I bet you were! What a dirty old bastard, though, even if it was consensual. How old was he?’

‘I’m not sure. In his seventies, I think.’

‘Was it just spanking?’

‘Mainly, although he used to have a good feel while he was doing it, and she’s told me that he made her toss him off too, and suck his cock. She was a virgin, though, until our first time, up on the moor above the house. And for me, after that, somehow no other woman ever seemed to match up.’

‘I can imagine, although I must say, you don’t seem to have any trouble enjoying yourself with other women.’

‘That’s different. I’ve never understood why most people seem to want to be exclusive. From a genetic perspective, yes, because there’s an evolutionary pressure to bring up your own children rather than somebody else’s, but we’re not swinging through the trees any more. People ought to learn to get over their jealousy, which is hardly a noble emotion. Not only that, but anyone, man or woman, who says people other than their partner have no appeal is a liar. A pretty bottom or a nice pair of boobs triggers an instinctive reaction, and that’s simple biology. So yes, I’m in love with Jasmine, but I still like to play with other women. That’s especially true with Caroline. I know she’s yours, but it’s fun to play.’