A
long night of rain gave way to the white morning moon against a
crystal blue sunny sky. The grounds of the estate looked
sparkling.
Brett
looked out the bedroom window to a lawn that stretched to the
cliffs and dropped down to the ocean. Between those cliffs and
the house, there was a manicured garden, flanked by rows of
perfectly shaped trees. Rosebushes lined a long stone walk that
led to a bright blue swimming pool, partially blocked from sight
by an enormous hedge.
Watching from the pleasant perch of the window, she saw
Jenny, the Judge's wife, skip along the stone path, and
disappears behind the thick green foliage near the pool.
"Anyone
see you?" Victor asked the breathless Jenny, when she
entered the small alcove defined by the manicured shrubs that
surrounded it. The secluded place was a garden all its own, with
roses and pansies, and a sumptuous green vine that climbed over
the mossy bricks on the garden floor. A lover's bench sat in the
middle, waiting for lovers.
"You
could have simply talked to me in a corner of the house instead
of leading me out here," Jenny replied.
"The
walls of that house have ears," he said. "We can't
risk our being discovered."
"So,
your wife doesn't know about our affair?" Jenny said, with
eyebrows effectively raised, and the tone of her voice
judgmental enough to remind Victor of his flagrant duplicity.
"You
think I'd tell her?" he asked, as if she should know the
answer. "You haven't told Niles, have you?"
"Niles
knows enough about my past. I'm hardly ashamed of it, the way
you appear to be. Besides, I didn't play around with you while I
was married. I was very unattached."
"Well,
all that's beside the point. Let's get on to important
things."
"And
what's that?" Jenny asked. Looking at Victor was like
looking into her personal history, to a time that, for all its
oddities, wasn't all that unpleasant. He had a wicked coldness
about him that always made her jolt with desire. He was
particularly good for her when she was in a morbid kind of mood,
or when she needed to be punished hard. Victor was good for
paying off her penance, she thought. Right this instant, he was
looking even more serious than he usually looked.
"I
want the pendant," he said.
"Oh,
you want the pendant," Jenny said, realizing that the
nature of their tête-à-tête was not social at all
"Yes.
You have it. Just hand it over."
Jenny
struck a smug pose, would have tapped her foot in exasperation,
if the very thought of Victor's accusation hadn't pissed her off
so much. "In the first place, asshole," Jenny began,
"the pendant is mine, in case you forgot, Victor
Heath."
"So
you did take it," Victor charged.
"No,
I didn't say I took it," she corrected him.
"But
you did," he insisted.
"I
wish I had. You stole it from me in the first place. I should
have it back, but I didn't take it!
"What
the hell do you mean I stole it from you?" Victor snapped.
"I gave it to you."
"Exactly.
And then, you decided to take it back."
"And
so you've decided to pilfer it," Victor retorted.
"Perhaps I should tell the Judge a few things about his
dear Jenny, including your talent for thievery, not to mention
your reckless wanton behavior."
"I
don't think so," Jenny charged back. "You say one word
to Niles, and I'll tell Patricia everything."
"She's
submissive. What would it matter?" Victor said.
"Oh,
I think you're hanging on to that dear girl by a thread. I think
she'd bolt in a second if she knew what a deceitful bastard you
are.
"She's
in love with me."
"She's
afraid of you," Jenny said.
"I
want the pendant," Victor returned the conversation to the
subject most important to him.
"I
wouldn't give it back if I had it. But as it is, I don't have
it. So you'll just have to accuse someone else."
"There's
no need to accuse anyone else because I know who the culprit is,
seeing your penchant for the seamier side of life."
"Don't
make me laugh," Jenny said.
"Maybe
taking a switch to your bottom would improve your memory,"
Victor suggested.
Jenny
didn't let the suggestion faze her. In fact, she almost found it
pleasant in a rather strange way. Even so, she looked at the man
defiantly. He wasn't going to have her ass easily. She didn't
have to give it to him at all, but then maybe, for old dines
sake, and the feel of a switch on her bottom.
"If
you switch my bottom it will be because I want you to, not
because I deserve it. Besides, my memory is perfectly all
right."
Victor
watched Jenny's eyes dance with that mocking, daring light that
always put a fire in his pants, and a twitch in his punishment
hand.
"Shall
I?" Victor said, just following where he thought Jenny's
own mind might be going.
"Maybe,"
she said, with a haughty twist, even as the prospect of the
punishment was seducing her. She hated Victor Heath, though
there was something about his cruel style that appealed to her
at certain moments.
Niles was exceptionally methodical, even predictable.
He was extremely civil about corporal punishment, and she
liked that too; but she also liked the uncertainty of Victor's
curious wrath. Their torrid three-month affair came at a
vulnerable moment in her life, just when she was rethinking a
lifestyle that took her into dangerous waters too many times.
Victor hadn’t helped though he'd never really hurt her. In
fact, he was a lot safer than some men. She knew he was married.
If it became necessary, she could always hold that over him.
She
wasn't sure why Victor had sought her services, except that now,
meeting Patricia Heath, Jenny suspected that he'd clamped down
so hard on his wife that she wasn't much fun anymore.
She
and Victor had met through her "Dominants Wanted"
advertisement in a spanking magazine. Like her other friends in
the spanking community, Victor had done all the usual things,
bought her dinner and a little wine, and talked to her in great
detail of what he'd like to do to her generous rear mounds. Yet,
when he abruptly ended their first meeting without the expected
spanking session, she was shocked. It turned out that he was a
lot more creative than she expected him to be. Instead of taking
her for the obligatory hotel room scene, he left her with a
card, and an address, and an invitation to join him for her
punishment at a busy downtown office complex.
She
almost decided not to meet him. For some reason the arrangement
seemed less safe than a hotel room, but the intrigue of it
excited her, that and Victor's morose countenance, which
suggested he wouldn't be easy on her. Too often, her clients
were too gentle for her tastes, especially on a first meeting.
When
Jenny arrived at the office building, there was a whole new rush
of feeling surging through her. Unlike scenes that put her in
some executive's office for a rather traditional bare-bottomed
excursion across a lap or desk, she was instructed to meet
Victor in an empty office, for a strangely anonymous encounter.
There
were a thousand reasons to walk away from the session, but none
were strong enough to keep her from going through with it. All
her research on Victor had proved he was nothing more than a
successful banker and a doting husband. The thought of a
ruthless psychotic had passed through her head, but she quickly
put that aside. Victor was too obvious. He was a darling nasty
demon but he was also very much defined by a clear cut set of
rules that would keep this moment together as safe as any she'd
arranged.
Once
in the empty office, Victor took her over his lap, giving her
bottom a terrific bare-bottomed paddling with a very
conventional hairbrush. Insisting that she wear "school
girl" type garb, it turned into a rather normal
over-the-knee fantasy, except that Victor had a way with the
hairbrush that gave her a phenomenal rush. He was quick,
heartless, and completely in control, refusing to allow her any
"safe" word. He said it would make the session a
horrible lie if he gave her an easy way out. If she was a real
submissive, she should know that. He departed rather abruptly
after the punishment was over, leaving her with a hotly burning
bottom, and a command to return regularly each Tuesday lunch
hour for a repeat performance.
When
Victor left, he dropped some cash unceremoniously on the desk,
and Jenny remained, quivering to the core for some sexual
release.
The
sessions repeated for three months, Victor with the same brusque
manner every time except that by the fourth one, he decided to
finish the deed with sex—something Jenny found impossible to
deny him. The man was fierce, his dominance appalling. His
mastery of the implement he used on her bottom was expert. He
had the ability to lead her to the edge of "too much",
back off, and then lead her back again.
Once
she agreed to sex, the scenes changed.
She was disciplined in the back of heavy metal
nightclubs, in his car, in deserted buildings. There seemed no
end to the scenes that Victor created, his wealth of imagination
had few limits. He was always completely in control and because
he was paying for her time, he didn't seem to care whether she
was satisfied or not. A part of her liked that crude feeling,
but it wasn’t a long lasting one. The lack of anything other
than their wild games, harsh punishment, and quick sex turned
her nasty in the end. They fought, broke up, and decided that
they despised each other.
The
pendant had turned up just after the sex began, some kind of
talisman she was always to wear when they were together. At one
bitter moment, the thing disappeared. Jenny figured that Victor
had lifted it but because she was so pissed off at him, she
decided she wouldn't pursue the thing. She did consider it hers,
the way he'd given it to her, the unctuous words he'd used, the
vile kind of light in his eyes when he put it around her neck.
It became a symbol of his "ownership" of her.
Once
the relationship was over, and the pendant was lost, Jenny saw
it in a more practical light.
The ruby was worth several hundred dollars that she
considered hers.
The
shock of seeing the pendant around Patricia's neck the night
before made her livid in an instant, even though she had to
suppress her anger. After all, she was now a Judge's wife.
"Shall
I try the switch on your rear?" Victor offered again. The
two had been locked in a mutual stare, each remembering well the
passion that had once made them torrid spanking partners.
The wicked gleam in his eye was well remembered.
"Just
don't leave any major marks. Niles is sure to notice,"
Jenny said. She knew this was a stupid move, but she couldn't
help herself.
"Oh,
you can be inventive, Jenny. Surely, Niles would only paddle you
again if you show up with a bruised bottom. This is a spanking
party. What does he expect?"
"He
expects to watch me, I know that," she said.
Niles
was already tugging at a cherry branch, trying to remove a
perfect switch.
"Then
I'll just have to demonstrate my technique, if he gets too
upset. I'm sure a second round on your bottom will only excite
him all the more.
Jenny
shivered. Niles had never used a switch on her, just his hand
and half dozen of the paddles in his vast collection. Just the
thought of the way the thing would sting was making her bottom
burn.
"Let
me see your ass," Victor said, when he had his switch free
of leaves and twigs.
There were still nubs along the otherwise smooth surface
that made Jenny think the thin branch might leave the marks she
was afraid of.
Nonetheless,
she bent over the stone bench and put her palms on the cold
surface. It was still wet with morning dew. Victor lifted the
summery shift, uncovering her lovely rounded cheeks, thinking
how it would be to punish these again. He ran a hand over them
gently.
"Not
that!" Jenny snapped, and shook him off.
"Become
a respectable woman?" Victor mocked her.
"You're
sure as hell NOT a respectable man." It was sort of silly
thing to say, just before she was about to be punished. But then
why not incite his wrath? If he was going to do this to her, she
might as well not miss any of the perverse pleasure.
"It's
going to bite," Victor warned her.
She
knew it would. Victor was so uncivilized in such a civilized
way. She
missed that uncivilized moment wrecked across her ass end. There
were few things she missed from the old days, and this was one.
Victor
measured his stroke before he began, touching Jenny's bottom
lightly with the switch, drawing it back, and then again
bringing it forward to gauge the placement of the cut.
Swish!
Practice
over, the vile thing suddenly landed with a nasty cut right
across both trembling white cheeks.
"Ouch,
Ooo," she purred softly, churning her bottom lustily for
him.
Jenny
had a perfect punishment bottom in Victor's mind. Patricia's was
a little too thin, he often thought; but then it was always
available to him. Jenny's was generous, as were all her physical
assets, from her voluptuous full breasts, to her wide hips and
the mounds of punishable flesh that went with them. The little
dimples on her ass cheeks quivered before a cut, and then
shimmied after. He watched the red line appear before he made
another cut.
Swish!
Another landed, just below the first one.
"Yeaaaawwwww!"
she cried softly followed by an "Ooooo yes," as the
instant burn yielded to a pleasurable warm sting.
"This
is what I like about you, Jenny. I don't have to think about
stopping before I begin."
Swish!
Victor laid the switch on six times in a row, no pause, no wait,
just swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish!
"Yeeawwwww!
Victor no!" She shouted a whisper into the damp morning
air.
"Ah,
Jen, you love it, just like I do."
Another
cut landed, this appearing to crisscross the others, threatening
to make tiny cuts on her bottom, though as yet, the skin was not
broken.
Still,
with several seconds of reprieve, Jenny's bottom swayed lewdly
for him. He could see her pussy between her legs, moist and no
doubt pungent to the smell and taste. He would have liked to
have plunged his cock between her cheeks, even rammed himself in
the dark tight burn hole. But he assumed the best fruits were
forbidden to him, at least for the moment.
Another
swish, swish, and Jenny's taunting ass was almost unbearable for
Victor to watch without moving on her sexually. The pain was
becoming unbearable for her, she wasn't used to such cuts and
the tremendous zeal combined. But all that only added to the
seductive appeal.
Jenny
slumped down on the granite bench.
"Too
much, my dear?" Victor mocked her. "Old age, and an
old husband must be slowing you down.
"Enough!"
Jenny replied.
"Hope
Niles won't punish you too badly on top of this for seeking me
out."
"I
didn't seek you out," Jenny reminded him. She stood up,
turned around and made sure her ailing bottom was covered again.
"You approached me. Just remember, I granted you this
favor. You keep your mouth shut with Niles, I'll keep mine shut
too, and things won't get ugly."
"That
would all work out well, but there is still a missing pendant,
which I’m sure you have," he told her.
"I
said, I don't have it!" she enunciated her words carefully.
"And
I should believe you?" he asked.
"Don't
do it, Victor—you ruin me and I'll be certain to ruin
you!" she charged.
She
meant it.
"Oh
my, you have me shaking in my boots," he laughed.
"Here, here's a souvenir." He tossed the switch at
her, along with his best smug smile and retreated from their
secluded alcove, returning briskly to the house.
In
spite of the fine burn she felt, Jenny still hated the man. It
disturbed her how unpredictable he was. She couldn't afford for
Niles to find out about her past. They'd met through the
spanking personals, and she'd never needed to mention her
professional life as long as she lived a normal life with him.
The change was exactly what she wanted, and so far, nothing was
discovered to disturb her well-earned peace.
Yet,
being a prestigious Judge, Jenny knew her husband was already
reluctant to be at this party. But he had such faith in Phillip
Heath and his guests that he had finally agreed to go. With the
possibility of some messy discovery looming nastily before her,
she had every reason to be worried. With Victor thinking that
she had the necklace, he could tell Niles everything and her
whole life would be ruined.
"Damn
him anyway!" she said aloud.
Jenny
sat down on the bench, her brain working furiously to find some
solution to this mess. Maybe she should just leave, play sick
and have Niles take her away. The thought was very tempting.
Brett
looked back at Kyle from her perch at the bedroom window.
"Isn't
that strange?" she commented. "I saw Jenny a half hour
ago dash toward the back of the garden, behind that hedge. Now,
I see Victor dashing back to the house.
You don't suppose?"
"Suppose
someone's bottom just got spanked?" Kyle speculated.
"Looks obvious to me. The two kicking up their heels sounds
very plausible, but a little odd, don't you think? I mean Victor
and Jenny? There couldn't be two more opposite than those
two."
"Stranger
things have happened. Maybe all those interesting looks last
night suggest they once had something together," Brett
said.
"I
don't know, but I'd be willing to guess that Niles and Patricia
don't know anything about this," Kyle offered.
"Sounds
like a good bet to me," Brett agreed.
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