To Seek a Master (10 page)

‘Get over my knee, Laura. I am going to spank you.’

She nearly came at the thought, rubbing hard between her sex lips and clutching at one breast as she imagined how it would be, bent over the Devil’s lap, her bottom lifted, bare and pink and vulnerable, her cheeks a little open to show the tight little hole between, every rude fold of her sex on blatant display. Miss Scarlett would be laughing as it began, Laura squealing and wriggling across the Devil’s knee as her cheeks bounced to the slaps and her legs kicked in the air, while her breasts would be squashed out on her tormentor’s leg. Mr Brown and the Grey Man would take an ankle each, holding her down to leave her completely helpless as the spanking continued. Hovis Boy would start to take photos, hideously intimate ones that showed her face and her bare bottom at the same time, and her sex, and her anus. And Darcy, Darcy would wait until her poor naked bottom was bright red and glowing hot from spanking, and then fuck her.

Laura bit down hard on her lip as she started to come, the scene burning hot in her mind as she snatched and squeezed at herself: her hot spanked bottom raised and open as she was held helpless for penetration, Miss Scarlett’s laughter shrill and cruel in her ears, Hovis Boy’s camera clicking again and again as Darcy eased his erection deep into her wet, willing pussy, her shame complete as she begged him to fuck her as hard and as deep as he could.

Her legs had gone weak as she rode her orgasm, and as it faded she settled slowly against the cubicle wall, astonished at herself for what she’d done and how strong her need had been. Just a few days before the idea of being so powerfully
aroused
that she ended up playing with herself in the Ladies would have seemed as ridiculous as it did outrageous. Now she had done it, but while it was useless to pretend that her real motivation had been anything other than pleasure, it had certainly helped to calm her down.

She still felt nervous and more than a little ashamed of herself as she tidied up, but that only strengthened her resolve to sort out who the Controller was once and for all. Mr Henderson would come first, manoeuvred into an admission by means of a carefully crafted question that would allow her to back out unscathed if he wasn’t the Man. He was already in the office, and glanced up from the papers he was studying as she entered, greeting her much as he usually did.

‘Good morning, Laura. You’re looking very smart today.’

It took all her courage to answer.

‘Thank you, sir. I did as you asked. Would you like to see?’

His expression changed, but only to puzzlement. Laura switched to plan B, hastily letting go of the pinch she’d taken in the material of her skirt as she continued.

‘About the Orwell B account. I have the figures ready.’

‘Ah, yes. All in good time, Laura.’

Mr Henderson was innocent. No man, no matter how self-controlled, could possibly have looked so completely blank in response to a woman offering to lift her skirt for him. She relaxed a little, only for her tension to return as she remembered that her next option had to be Brian. Taking her seat at her computer, she pretended to start work while thinking of how best to catch him out. Unlike Mr Henderson, he couldn’t possibly be expecting her to respond to him, and so presumably wanted her to think he was somebody else, another more attractive man. That made her task harder, as he wasn’t going to admit to it whatever she did, while if she pretended to come
on
to him he would realise it was a trick. The idea also made her feel sick.

There were two things she could be sure of: that he would be splitting his sides with laughter at the thought of her going without knickers at his command and that if there was the slightest chance of getting a peep he would take it. She considered sending a message with some juicy content and then rushing over to accounts to watch his reaction, only to abandon the idea as impractical. The only way to get a view of his workstation without being noticed would be to stand on the table in the copier room and peer in through the glass partition, which was sure to cause comment.

Besides, there was a better way. Clicking up her email, she replied to the last message the Controller had sent.
I WANT TO SHOW YOU. I’LL BE BEHIND THE VACUUM SHED AT TEN PAST ONE. COME TO ME OR WATCH ME
.

He would watch, and from out of sight, which could only mean looking down from the window in the top floor fire door, that seemed almost certain. Just possibly he would try and catch her instead, but it didn’t matter. She wouldn’t be there, but she would be in the canteen, from where she’d be able to see him whether he went up the stairs to the top corridor or across the yard to the vacuum shed. He had no other reason to do either.

The answer came almost immediately.
DO IT. I WILL WATCH YOU.

The rest of the morning passed at a crawl, until finally she was ready. Leaving her desk exactly at one, she made her way to the canteen, entering to find Brian and Dave in the queue, piling their plates high with curry and rice as they discussed the weekend’s football matches. Puzzled, she stepped quickly back before they could see her and ran up the stairs.

As she had remembered from drill, the fire door looked down on the little triangle of overgrown land between the back of the vacuum shed, the factory wall and the perimeter fence. They would have had a good view, if perhaps from a slightly unsatisfactory angle, but both were down in the canteen, stuffing themselves with chicken tikka masala.

Hurrying back to the ground floor, she left the main building and made her way to the vacuum shed. Nobody was about and she had quickly pushed through the tangle of bushes to the area she’d been looking down on moments before. It was hard to see in at the fire door window, but she was pretty sure nobody was there, while the only other places anybody could possibly have watched from were the rooftops and, just possibly, the upper deck of one of the city car parks, but only if her watcher had a pair of powerful binoculars.

She hesitated, wanting to try and provoke a reaction but a little scared. Nobody had been crossing the yard behind her, and the silence was absolute but for distant traffic and the hiss and thud of equipment in the vacuum shed. In sudden decision she tugged up her skirt, enjoying the sharp thrill of exposure despite herself, and made a slow turn, ensuring that any hidden watcher had a full view of both her bottom and sex. Nothing happened.

Laura covered herself, more puzzled than ever. Now keen not to be caught, she started back for the canteen, where Brian and Dave sat with a group of their friends, just finishing their meals. She turned to Mrs Davies, who was stirring the scum back into a trough of curry.

‘Excuse me, have Brian and Dave been here all the time since they arrived?’

‘Those two? Almost first in they were, and been here since. Why’s that?’

‘Nothing, I just thought … oh never mind. I’ll have the fish please.’

As Mrs Davies began to serve her lunch Laura glanced around the canteen, now completely baffled.

9

THE FOLLOWING DAY
Laura came on her period, a relief both because she’d been careless with Chris and she was two days early, which meant she’d be clear for the weekend. It also went some way to explaining how fragile her emotions had been the day before, although she knew full well that she was only really trying to excuse her behaviour.

No more messages arrived from the Controller, also to her relief, or largely so. She also felt a little consternation, as his silence seemed to suggest that if he had watched her exhibit herself he’d been less than impressed, while she had no more idea of who he might be than before, only who he wasn’t. It did seem at least possible that she’d been too bold for him and had scared him away, or that for some reason he was unable to use email.

By the Friday evening her anticipation for the coming weekend had all but pushed the Controller from her mind, and when she got home she was delighted to find another bunch of roses and a parcel containing a minuscule bikini with a designer tag that made it worth at least ten times as much per square inch as any other item of clothing in her wardrobe. It was brilliant scarlet, and very much the sort of thing only a man would have chosen, intended for the bedroom rather than the beach, as the back was little more than a thong and the cups barely covered her nipples.

She put it on as underwear the next morning, intending to give Chris a treat as soon as they arrived at the hotel, and
perhaps
even tease him into giving her the spanking she now craved almost as much as proper sex.
Taken to Turkey
hadn’t helped, with Evangeline receiving a further three juicy punishments in the section she’d read over the week, including being made to line up with four of Mustapha’s other girls and done in front of the entire harem. That had been near the end, and she only had a few pages to go, so she threw the book in with her luggage on the off-chance that she’d have time to finish it, or more probably that she’d be able to use it to guide Chris in the right direction as to how he ought to be handling her.

The day was clear and bright, and although the morning had been cold Laura was soon driving with the windows rolled down, in increasingly high spirits as she made her way around the coast towards Sheringham. Things seemed to be going well, and she allowed herself to daydream about a life in which she had Chris to fall back on as a partner, maybe even a husband, rather than having to take responsibility for every tiny thing.

She had been to Sheringham before, but could only remember the beach beneath yellowish cliffs, which as a child had seemed to go on for ever. The hotel was easy to find, a great red brick edifice with an air of faded grandeur. Chris was already there, and greeted her with a kiss that grew quickly passionate, leaving Laura more convinced than ever of his good intentions. He’d booked a suite looking out over the sea and with a huge old bed just the look of which sent a shiver down Laura’s spine. It had been a long time since she’d been in bed with a man, too long, and although they’d only been together again for a few minutes she felt ready. Turning towards him, she put her hands to the hem of her top.

‘Thank you for your present. Would you like to see?’

Chris’s grin gave her the answer she wanted. She had already lifted her top a little, showing off the swell of her tummy, and
pulled
it higher as he sat down to watch from the comfort of a chair. That felt right, to have him as a relaxed and appreciative audience, fully dressed, while she stripped, tempting her to go naked once he’d enjoyed how she looked in her bikini. He was certainly doing that, the pleasure clear on his face as he admired the way the tiny cups struggled to hold in her breasts, which were in danger of spilling free if she wasn’t careful how she moved.

Tossing her top aside, Laura put her hands to the buckle of her belt, opening it slowly and unfastening her jeans. His eyes had moved lower, glued to her as she exposed herself, showing off the tiny scarlet triangle that covered her sex but hardly hid it at all. She had shaved, leaving the material to follow every contour of her lips, an openly sexual display she was hoping he would be unable to resist. His nod of appreciation and the movement of a hand to his crotch suggested just that, but as she made to push her jeans lower he raised a finger to stop her.

‘Turn around.’

Laura nodded, smiling nervously back over her shoulder as she turned to show him her rear view. He gave a pleased nod and spoke again.

‘Stick out your bottom and push your jeans down, nice and slow.’

She obeyed, delighted by his rude instruction and imagining how she’d look as she eased her jeans down to show off the full, near naked ball of her bottom, barely covered. Chris gave a low chuckle as her flesh came on view and made a signal with his finger to indicate that she should carry on her strip. Again she complied, kicking off her shoes and peeling her jeans down and off, fully aware of what he could see from behind her.

‘Very pretty. So pretty, in fact, that I think we should go down to the beach.’

‘The beach?’

‘Yes, why not? It’s warm enough, don’t you think?’

‘Yes, but … but this is for you, Chris. I mean, the way I am.’

‘Oh, I don’t know. I rather like the idea of other people seeing you like that. Think how jealous they’ll be.’

‘But …’

‘Come on. Beach.’

He had got up, and as he spoke he planted a single firm smack on Laura’s bottom, leaving her skin tingling and warm. She immediately pushed her bottom out, hoping for more, but he had already walked past her, to look out from the window.

‘Yes, why not? There are some old boys in deckchairs along the front. They’ll certainly appreciate you, and I expect those men playing football will too.’

‘Chris, I’m not sure …’

‘You’ll enjoy it. Come on.’

Laura hesitated, hoping he’d threaten to spank her if she refused, which was sure to lead to sex, but quite wanting to do it. It felt daring, yet he would be with her to keep her safe, and to help her work out the arousal she knew full well her exposure would bring. She found herself nodding. Chris’s grin grew wider.

‘Good girl. I knew you’d see sense.’

He picked up the room keys and took her by the hand.

‘Aren’t you going to change?’

‘No. I prefer to stay as I am. That way it will be more obvious that you’re deliberately flaunting yourself.’

Laura shivered, intensely nervous but too aroused to back out.

‘Can I at least have a towel? I mean, while we’re in the hotel?’

‘No.’

He kept a firm grip on her hand, pulling her towards the door. Laura went, half reluctant, her sense of exposure growing painfully strong as she was led out into the corridor. Nobody was about, but as they reached the stairs two elderly women passed, throwing Laura looks of disapproval and making tutting remarks as they continued up the stairs. Chris merely chuckled, leading Laura on down the stairs, her face now pink with blushes. She tried to turn back as she saw how crowded the foyer was, but he kept his grip, leading her across to the main doors with every pair of eyes in the room following her wiggling, near naked bottom.