The Brat and the Master - a BDSM Erotic Novel

by Aishling Morgan

  ‘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.’

  ‘Thanks. That’s why you get to play, because you understand, and Caroline is mine. That’s what I’m trying to say, really, that I don’t think Jasmine could ever be yours in the same way – or anybody else’s for that matter.’

  ‘She’s spent a lifetime trying to break away from other people’s control,’ Adam explained. ‘Underneath, who knows?’

  ‘Would you like her to be yours?’

  ‘Yes,’ he admitted, ‘although I’m prepared to compromise, and you will always be welcome to share.’

  He gave her a bright smile as he finished, breaking the slightly melancholy mood of their conversation, then clapped his hands together as he turned towards the city centre.

  ‘Let’s see what Lille has to offer in the way of food, then, and perhaps nightlife?’

  ‘Don’t forget we have another meeting tomorrow,’ Elaine pointed out.

  ‘I’m sure we can cope,’ he told her. ‘Do you suppose there are any kinky clubs?’

  ‘On a Thursday night?’ she queried. ‘I doubt it, and besides, I wouldn’t dare.’

  ‘I don’t
suppose we’d be very likely to run into the Pointe Verte or Haardt Biomass people, and if we did, they’d be in the same position as us. Hmm … maybe that little dark secretary likes to be spanked? She was in stockings – real ones. I saw her suspender straps when she crossed her legs.’

  Elaine laughed and, to Adam’s surprise, took his hand as they began to walk. The maze of flyovers and railway lines among which their hotel was situated quickly gave way to more promising territory, where every second building seemed to house a bar or restaurant. Most of these were typically French, along with a surprisingly high number serving north African food, one of which they chose on the toss of a coin. They ate outside, sipping wine and sampling dish after dish while they took in the passing crowds.

  As dusk fell, Lille began to come alive, with as great a variety of people on the streets as might have been expected in London, including many attractive girls. Adam allowed himself to admire the talent openly, now mellow with wine and secure in the knowledge that Elaine was doing exactly the same and might be critical, but never jealous.

  ‘She’s nice,’ he remarked after a while, nodding to where a pretty girl with dark, bobbed hair and heavily made-up eyes was walking past the row of fountains that fronted the station. ‘Lovely round bum.’

  ‘You like petite girls, don’t you?’

  ‘I’m not all that fussy, if the truth be told, but yes, if I had to pick an ideal, she’d be petite. And you?’

  ‘It’s mainly in the personality, but cute and soft does it for me, like Caroline.’

  ‘I meant among the girls we can see.’

  ‘Oh. Hmm … at the table next door, with the wild hair, next to the man in the green top. She looks as if she could do with a good brush-up, then a spanking.’

  ‘She’s probably travelling, but yes, why not? OTK in front of her boyfriend and all the other customers.’

  ‘Excellent!’ Elaine laughed. ‘And yours?’

  ‘Does she deserve a spanking? Adam countered. ‘Yes, of course she does, just for the way her bottom wiggles under her skirt. I’d turn it up, pull her knickers down and hold her hand over her head to do it standing, or maybe make her touch her toes, with her feet apart and her panties stretched tight between her knees. That would be a fine sight, wouldn’t it?’

  Elaine answered with a pleased murmur and took a swallow of her wine, finishing the glass.

  ‘Another carafe?’ Adam suggested. ‘Or a bottle of something better – Alsace, perhaps?’

  ‘You’re the expert.’

  Adam took her answer as acquiescence and signalled the waiter for a bottle of Tokay. The light was now completely gone and the atmosphere of the Place de la Gare bright and gay, also slightly sleazy in a way Adam couldn’t help but like. Elaine seemed to be enjoying herself, very relaxed as she sipped her wine, although the formality of her dark skirt suit set her at odds with most of those around them. Watching her from the side of his eye, he reflected that she was certainly among the most attractive of the girls in view, and, with her serene, slightly cool expression and rather detached manner, as good a candidate for a spanking as any. He knew better than to comment, and stayed silent until she spoke again.

  ‘Now there’s a girl you’ll like.’

  She was looking somewhere behind Adam, who turned to see a girl standing by the ornate bus stop across the road.

  ‘The little blonde with the snub nose and freckles?’

  ‘That’s the one. Well?’

  ‘Oh, definitely. She looks the sort to be shocked but accepting, and probably up for a suck afterwards.’

  ‘In your dreams!’

  ‘Why not? Spanked girls are often up for it, as you know perfectly well, although obviously I’d have to talk her round rather than just do it.’

  ‘I bet you’d love that, though.’

  ‘What, if I could just spank her because I feel she deserves it, or needs it? Oh yes. I’d tell her it’s improper to go about in a skirt like that, which is true. One puff of wind and she’d have her knickers on show.’

  ‘And you’d mind that?’

  ‘Of course not, but it’s not fair on men, is it, to go about like that? Imagine all the erections she causes, not to mention arguments between couples if the guy gets caught looking. She should definitely be told off, then taken into the bus stop and put over my knee. I’d have to turn her skirt up, obviously, and we all know a spanking just isn’t a spanking unless the panties come down, so I’d have to get her bare.’

  ‘And how about all the erections that would cause?’

  ‘That’s different, because once she was well spanked I’d spread her out across my knee and let any guys who’d got turned on toss off over the view. In fact, that would be part of her punishment.’

  ‘You bastard!’

  ‘Not at all. It would be a well-deserved and fitting punishment for being such a little flirt. And she’d certainly learn her lesson.’

  Elaine laughed and shook her head, smiling as she went back to her wine. Adam made a discreet adjustment to his cock, then turned his chair a little so that he could watch the girl, who hadn’t moved.

  ‘She looks a bit lost, actually,’ Elaine remarked.

  ‘She’s probably waiting for a bus.’

  ‘I don’t think so. Several have come and gone since she’s been there. Do you think I should go and talk to her?’

  ‘Are you serious?’

  ‘Why not? She’d think you were trying to pick her up, but me? I’m not an obvious lesbian, am I?’

  ‘No, not really. So what are you getting at?’

  ‘I ask if she’d like to join us for a glass of wine, we talk, and who knows? Stranger things have happened.’

  ‘I must have led a sheltered life. It’s one thing on the fetish scene, but …’

  ‘But you never know, and there’s no harm in talking,’ Elaine answered, and got to her feet.

  Adam watched in fascination as Elaine walked across to the girl, who responded to the approach with a cautious smile. Elaine posed a question, in French and inaudible to Adam, which the girl answered at length. Finally, Elaine stepped away and walked quickly back to their table, her face now pink with blushes.

  ‘What did she say?’ Adam asked.

  ‘She says it’s a thousand euros for the night,’ Elaine replied, ‘and I can watch but she doesn’t do girls, so no joining in.’

  Adam laughed in delight, then gave a shrug to the watching girl, who immediately stuck her nose into the air and strode off. Elaine sat down, pink-faced but smiling, and the moment the girl was out of sight, she put her face in her hands, in an exaggerated gesture of humiliation, before speaking up.

  ‘How was I to know she was a pro?’

  ‘Possibly by the length of her skirt,’ Adam replied. ‘But I didn’t realise either. A thousand euros seems OK, though, for a whole night. Shall I go after her?’

  ‘No,’ Elaine answered. ‘It wouldn’t be the same.’

  ‘I know,’ Adam agreed. ‘I was only joking.’

  ‘Have you ever paid?’

  ‘No. I’m not against the idea, but it’s not for me. I like to feel a connection with the people I play with, and I wouldn’t get that if money had changed hands.’

  Elaine gave a solemn nod, her face serious for a moment, before once more breaking into an embarrassed smile.

  ‘That’s enough for one evening,’ she stated as she got to her feet. ‘Let’s go back to the hotel.’

  Adam put some notes on the table and signalled a passing waiter, then picked up the half-empty bottle of wine and joined Elaine, taking a pull from the neck as he reached her.

  ‘Adam, really!’ she chided.

  ‘This is a Fürstentum,’ he told her. ‘I’m not leaving it.’

  Elaine shook her head but accepted the bottle when he offered it to her, taking a gulp of wine before casting a guilty glance over her shoulder. Nobody paid the slightest attention, and they continued to drink as they walked past the station and back across the bridge. T
he crowds were soon left behind and they found themselves walking through near-empty streets overshadowed by high concrete buildings. After a while, Elaine took Adam’s hand once more, and they shared a nervous glance as they entered a strip of overgrown parkland shadowed by the pillars of a flyover. Adam did his best to seem nonchalant, but his heart jumped when two hard-faced men came past the other way and he was pleased to get back to the hotel. They’d booked separate rooms, but by silent consent went up to Elaine’s where she made coffee as Adam finished the last of the wine.

  ‘So much for last-minute online bookings,’ he remarked as he put the bottle down. ‘We should have stayed in the town centre.’

  ‘We’re here now,’ she answered him, ‘but I’m glad you were with me.’

  ‘A shame that girl turned out to be a pro,’ Adam said after a while.

  ‘Are you turned on?’

  He nodded, suddenly alert and almost painfully aroused, but not daring to voice his thoughts. Elaine made a face, as if unsure of herself, then turned back to the coffee. Adam grimaced and quickly adjusted his cock while she was looking the other way, only for her to speak again, with a catch in her voice.

  ‘You can come, if you want to. I don’t mind.’

  Adam didn’t answer, his heart now pounding for all that it felt slightly ridiculous when she’d seen him aroused a dozen times. Yet that had always been with Caroline or Jasmine to keep his attention, and relieve him of his come. Now they were alone, and Elaine sounded very different to her usual, confident self. She kept her back to him, not looking, perhaps not wanting to look, but she had said he could come and she very clearly didn’t mean when he was back in his own room. Easing his zip down, he pulled out his cock and balls, sighing in relief as he took himself in hand.

  ‘Thank you,’ he breathed. ‘I do need it.’