Backstage Indecency

by Mercedes Del Ray

  “Okay so who exactly is showing an interest in you? I haven’t seen any other talent scouts queuing up to offer you a deal when you play support at gigs,” Jack asked trying to not to smile as he called Helen’s bluff.

  Without saying a word, she headed towards the door and stormed out, incandescent with rage. Jack debated for a minute on whether he should let her go, and wait for her to come crawling back in a couple of days. However, deciding it wasn’t worth the small risk of The Curves going to another label, he went after her and forced her to return to his office. Then he asked her, “If I give you a deal, what’s going to happen to us? You keep saying I'm using you. It's me that's being used here. You’re on the make.”

  “No Jack, you’re not being used. I’ll be honest that the difference in our heights put me off at first, but now it’s not a problem at all. If you want me to, I’ll put my high heels on and walk down Kings Road holding your hand, if it makes you feel good.”

  Helen was trying to convince herself of that as much as Jack, but as soon as she touched his hand and told him he was a knockout in bed, he caved in. “Okay ring your buddies and ask them to come in with your manager, and we’ll talk money. Is tomorrow evening at about six good for you all?” Of course, it was alright and Helen had never been happier as she called the rest of the band, and told them Jack’s record label was ready to sign them up.

  Then, she explained to Jack again in no uncertain terms, that she really did think he was second to none at fucking and spanking her, and that she wanted him to screw her that very minute. In front of his watching eyes, she started to take her top off, but as soon as he was reminded of what was on offer he took over from her and tore off her clothes before removing his own. Then as he kissed her, she sat on his desk, knocking all his papers flying when she wrapped her legs around his waist. As his lips grazed against her neck and breasts, she couldn’t stop herself from moaning out loud not caring that someone might hear them, or even worse walk in.

  Jack pushed her down over the desk so that her legs were dangling to the floor but to her surprise did not try to enter her just yet. Instead, he sat down in his black leather office chair and manoeuvred himself so that he was in between Helen’s thighs, putting one over each of his shoulders. Then as he leaned forward and buried his face between Helen’s legs and started to lick, she squealed even though she knew someone could come in at any time.

  She felt him suck on each of her labia in turn, and knew that the wetness on her thighs must be rubbing off on to his cheeks and hair – the thought of this only made her get even wilder with excitement as she writhed on the hard wooden table. As Jack switched his attentions to her clit, he licked and nipped at it, as he finger-fucked her. Soon Helen wanted the amazing sensation of feeling his big, hard cock rammed in her to the hilt, and started to beg for him to stick it into her. However, for what seemed like hours he kept sucking and tasting the juices in every corner of her cunt. When she couldn’t stand it anymore, she started struggling to get her legs down off his shoulders, with the intention of straddling him on the chair.

  Jack wasn’t having that, and stood up. Before she had time to fight it, he was inside her. When she tried to sit up, he wrapped his arms around her back to support her, and started pumping into her open wetness as she squeezed herself in time with his thrusts. As he bit her neck and breasts, Helen loved the pain and discomfort of the whole thing. The fear of being caught by one of Jack’s employees gave her even more of a thrill. Then as her orgasm started to build she was unable to stop herself from scratching at his back, and as they both climaxed together, yelled out his name.

  Chapter Eleven

  The next night the band turned up at Jack’s office to find him waiting for them with their contract. Knowing that they were unlikely to have hired an entertainment lawyer, the first thing he asked their manager was if they planned on getting one.

  When no one answered he advised them to find someone to look over the contract before they signed it, then filled them in on what was going to happen:

  “This is not some huge record label company with multiple departments; Big Log records are a small outfit that takes a special interest in London artists and bands. As you know, I co-own it with two other guys – we have five people who work for us full-time in our office. We currently have three other groups signed with us; you will be the fourth. I know you people need to eat and pay bills, so I’ll be giving you an advance. What you need to understand is that by the time that advance is taken into account with the costs of promoting you, pressing CDs, putting digital downloads out and all the other stuff we need to do, you may not be making much money for a long time – if ever. I want you all to be sure about this before you sign.”

  The members of the band knew all that already and still couldn’t wait to finalise things. So after fruitlessly reminding them that their manager should have a lawyer check their contract over first, Jack put the paperwork down in front of them. Despite him asking them again to think about it overnight at least, they signed there and then, then went out to the pub to celebrate.

  “You know what? I’ve decided we should have a private contract between the two of us,” Jack said later that night when they got back to his house.

  Helen laughed into his face as she said, “Why? To inflate your huge fucking ego to even greater heights than it’s already at? I’m not signing a cunting private contract with you. Not now, not ever!”

  “Don’t ever laugh at me again, or I’ll smack your arse so hard for your insubordination you won’t be able to sit down for the rest of the year. I want a contract in place between us, so you know your place!” As he spoke, Jack had his doubts if he would ever get this woman he thought so much of, to completely submit to him and love him in the way he wanted, as she headed out to make some coffee.

  As he followed her into the kitchen, she whipped around like lightning, then pushed past him and ran out, thinking she was going to be spanked.

  “Oh come back in here Helen, don’t be so fucking silly!” Jack said. “I’m not going to thrash your arse just now; I want to at least give you a safe word. Do you understand what that means?”

  “Of course I bloody do - you’ve been reading too much ‘Shades of Grey.’ I thought that was chick lit!” Helen chuckled as she walked towards him.

  “No I haven’t read that heap of crap; I've got better things to do with my time. Like the two of us trying the things that are talked about in that book. Not just me reading about them and wanking on my own, while I dream about what I’d like to do to you! I don’t want to frighten or hurt you, so I’m going to pick a safe word for you. Now be quiet.”

  Finally, Helen shut up and listened as Jack informed her that her safe word would be “guitar.”

  Chapter Twelve

  During the next few weeks, the band worked incredibly hard practicing all day, every day. When Jack decided their playing was good enough they cut their first EP, and a couple of videos were made of them performing in Camden Market. The films were uploaded to the band’s website with an encouraging response from some of their long-time followers, and new fans they had found at their open-air gig.

  Despite their gruelling practice schedule, Helen had never been better. She was full of energy and upbeat, which made Jack happy too. She quite willingly went out with him wherever he suggested, whether it be to a restaurant to eat, a gig, or just to visit friends. The difference in their heights appeared to be irrelevant to her now, and Jack had what he’d always wanted. A really tall, good-looking woman on his arm, to bolster his fragile ego and show him that it’s not just height that makes a man.

  One night Helen arrived at Jack’s house to find him wearing black leather trousers and a crisp, white shirt. When she complimented him on his appearance and asked why he was dressed this way, he informed her that they had been invited to a party, saying, “You still insist on going out looking like a tramp. I’m taking you somewhere to hang out at, where you will feel right at home. There’s o
ne more thing. You will call me Sir at all times and behave exactly as I instruct you to, while we are at this venue. There is a reward for you, if your conduct merits it, but I’m not going to tell you what it is yet.”

  “I want to know what this surprise is now, why do I have to wait until later to be told?” Helen demanded. “Come on and tell me what it is, I have to know,” she went on as she put her arms around his neck and kissed him before reaching for the buckle on his belt.

  “Oh get your hands off me woman. I promise you will like it, and so will the rest of the band. However, as I said, whether it happens or not is dependent on whether your conduct at the party pleases me. So don’t keep asking because I’m not going to tell you yet. By the way, you look extremely slutty as usual. You are all in black so you will fit in with no problems. That leather skirt you have on leaves nothing to the imagination, I’m just thinking about where we can find you some stockings and suspenders.”

  “There’s a place on the Holloway Road that sells kinky gear. We could call in there to have a quick look,” Helen said hoping she could get a new outfit out of this. Sure enough Jack went along with the idea, so she left the shop wearing a leather corset, transparent black panties, with stockings, suspenders and high heels. “Don’t think you will be wearing these clothes on stage at any time in the future,” he said sternly, as his smile gave away the fact that he couldn’t wait to go to the party with Helen dressed like that on his arm. She wasn’t going to admit it to Jack, but she also found the thought of this party very exciting indeed.

  Chapter Thirteen

  When they arrived at an address in Walthamstow, the door was opened by the male host who seemed to know Jack well. Once they were inside Helen tried to hide her amazement, but failed. Although she was very aware of what people get up to, and that there were specialist clubs in London for people with alternative sexual tastes, she hadn’t known private houses existed that were entirely kitted out as dungeons.

  “I’ve no idea who owns this property,” Jack informed her. “No one lives here full-time; it's just a place that can be rented for a night or a weekend, or even more by people who have that kind of money. Today is Tony’s birthday, so he’s hired the place for this evening, to have a party in.”

  After getting a drink they went into what would normally be a living room to find a man suspended from the ceiling with a harness, with a group of people standing around watching. Helen tried not to laugh as his partner interrogated him on his day at work, asking if he’d spoken to any other women. When he admitted he regularly shared a pub lunch with a female colleague, the consequences of being honest weren’t pleasant. As he seemed to enjoy the thrashing given to him by his wife, Helen wondered if it was allowed for her to help chastise him, but thought she’d better not ask.

  Although a few of the party guests were on their own, most people appeared to be in couples. As they wandered through the various areas around the house, watching them at play, Jack seemed quite content and didn’t ask Helen to participate or join in. However, when one of the single men approached and began speaking to her, his manner changed immediately to one of hostility and aggression. When he quickly melted away, Helen took Jack on one side and quietly remonstrated with him for his response knowing full well, it was the other man’s tall height that had caused it.

  “You’ve got Napoleon Syndrome. It’s crazy to have this complex about being short. Lots of men are. It doesn’t matter to anyone who is worth your time. I don’t want to be with you, if you are going act like this in public. Grow up!”

  “Okay I know what you are saying, but I was bullied at school for being short. Sometimes I still just can’t help getting angry if I think I’m being passed over or ignored for not being a six footer. I tried to join a dating agency once, and the woman who ran it wouldn’t take me because of my height. She said it would be dishonest to accept my money, when she probably couldn’t help me. Are you surprised I get angry?”

  Helen sighed before throwing in a few names of some short celebrity men, “Ronnie Corbett, Dustin Hoffman and Jamie Cullum are all very successful. Have a look online at pictures of them with their wives. Those ladies couldn’t give a shit about the disparity.”

  “I think I’m going to have punish you not only for speaking with another man, but more for talking about our relationship in the same breath as mentioning Ronnie Corbett’s name,” Jack whispered sternly as he tried not to smile. Sure enough he pointed at a spanking horse and insisted she bent over it. When Helen did as he asked, she experienced the feeling she’d come to know very well in recent months – the sensation of her panties being pulled down to knee level.

  As her ass was exposed to the gathering crowd in the room, Jack ordered her to spread her legs out wide. Helen started to feel violated and embarrassed by the fact that her private parts were clearly visible from behind. Thinking not even her gynaecologist got this kind of view of her pussy, suddenly things didn’t feel as amusing as they had done previously, as the watchers waited to see her punishment.

  When the first blow connected with her trembling cheeks, Helen wasn’t sure what she’d gotten herself into, and was a little afraid. Jack usually used his bare palm to spank her with, but tonight he produced a hard leather glove. Was it to protect his hand from hurting as he chastised her bare backside and just how long was he planning to spank her for? Then as the second hard whack came searing down, the discomfort of leaning over the spanking horse started to get to her, and she tried to stand up. Immediately she heard a quiet whisper against her ear. “Don’t stand up without my permission, you bitch.” Hastily, she bent back over again.

  By this time the pain from her knees and back was making her cranky and irritable. She continued to bend over, while she tried to shift her position to be more comfortable as she bit her lip to stop herself from crying out. Her arse cheeks burnt more and more with each stinging slap, until she suddenly realised that she was feeling something else as well as pain. As wetness ran down between her thighs, she was past caring who could see her vagina. She spread her legs even further apart than before.

  Once Jack had administered his usual half dozen slow, hot, smarting slaps across the whole of her bare bottom, he stood back and looked at the red welts on her cheeks before brushing his hand up between her legs. Then he smelt his fingers as he said, “This fucking slut is enjoying this, what am I going to do with her?” Somehow Helen knew that she shouldn’t admit to liking her public spanking as well as enjoying the pain, so she stayed silent.

  “Stand up straight you dirty whore,” Jack demanded. She did so with her eyes to the floor absolutely loving the power exchange that was happening between them and the names she was being called, as the livid stripes across her butt cheeks glowed in the dim lighting. Then as she bent to pull her panties back up, he stopped her. “I haven’t finished yet. Stay as you are. As you appear to be getting off on being spanked, perhaps you’d like everyone else here to participate and tan your arse some more for you. Would you like that you fucking scrubber?”

  Helen suppressed the desire to giggle, even though the way she was being spoken to in public was making her nipples hard, and her pussy even wetter than before. Then she went on to think about what the best answer was. If she admitted to enjoying the proceedings, she would get spanked shitless by everyone in the room, which might not be what Jack actually wanted. He might be testing her too, and if she got it wrong, the consequences later on could be very unpleasant indeed.

  “No Sir. Thank you Sir,” she said with her eyes to the floor.

  “I don’t agree. I know you love having your arse thrashed in public, not to mention the pain. As I’m such a considerate Master, I’m offering you the chance to be spanked by lots of people. This is an opportunity I might never give you again. What do you think?”

  “You’re the only one I’d ever want to spank me.” Helen said lifting her head and looking Jack straight in the eye, thinking that the way forward was to increase his standing amongst the
other guests.

  She was proved right when he said, “Very well, and that is how it will be. You may pull your panties back up. Come and stand beside me.”

  The rest of the people in the room were visibly disappointed that there was going to be no more, but were soon diverted by other events. Thinking it was time for them to leave, Jack sought out their host so that they could say their goodbyes before they quietly slipped away and headed for home. As they did so Jack had never been happier. The buzz he’d gotten out of getting this woman to let him spank her in public, was like nothing he’d ever experienced before. All his life he’d been attracted to very tall women, and now he’d found one as hot and sexy as Helen, his happiness was complete.

  However, his optimism was short lived. When they got back to his house, they drank some coffee and talked for a while about the things they had watched happening at the party before going upstairs to the bedroom. Jack had made plans for this part of the evening, and everything was ready. A coil of rope lay on the bed with what appeared to be a gag.

  “No way,” Helen said looking at it. “I might be sexually adventurous, but I’m not fucking stupid, so don’t treat me as if I am. If I’m tied up, I’m helpless. You could do anything you want to me, and I wouldn’t be in a position to tell you to stop if I’m frightened or don’t like it. Get rid of this stuff or I’m going home. I don’t care about the surprise you planned, I'm not doing this.” Remembering she should be using her safe word, her final comment was, “I’d rather be playing my guitar.”

  Jack was bitterly disappointed, but didn’t try to push Helen any further – the last thing he wanted was for her to go. After taking the rope out of the room as she’d asked, he held her in his arms and kissed her. Instead of tearing off her clothes like he usually did, he undressed her slowly and as she lay down on the bed, took his own clothes off. Then he kissed her again before caressing her body, as he sucked her erect nipples.