The Brat and the Master - a BDSM Erotic Novel

by Aishling Morgan

  Both were nodded through by the doorman, into a curtained-off area that served as a cloakroom, where Jasmine eagerly shed her clothes to leave herself in nothing but collar and heels. The warehouse was bigger than most of the venues Adam had been to, and the extra space had been filled with a double line of stalls leading out from the entrance. These were mostly the same ones that made up the London Fetish Market, but with a scattering of others – all very much alternative culture but not necessarily fetish. Adam spent a moment browsing before getting into conversation with Cornfed, who was showing off a new machine designed to spank a girl while she was fucked.

  ‘You’ll make us all obsolete,’ he joked. ‘What are the pedals for?’

  ‘Manual override,’ Cornfed explained. ‘You adjust the saddle and these bars, allowing her to ride the machine like an exercise bike, only the positioning ensures that her bottom remains well pushed out and as she rides, she spanks and fucks herself.’

  ‘Ingenious,’ Adam replied. ‘We only just got here, but you can put Jasmine on it for a demo later. How about it, Jasmine?’

  There was no answer and Adam turned to find that Jasmine was no longer with him.

  ‘She went off between the stalls,’ Cornfed supplied.

  ‘Typical,’ Adam sighed. ‘Never mind, I’ll catch up with her later, and she’s definitely going on the machine. The one we bought is working well, by the way. I put Jasmine on it for the best part of an hour this afternoon.’

  They continued to talk for a while, until a potential customer arrived and Adam moved on into the open part of the warehouse, looking for Jasmine. She wasn’t visible and he started towards where a huge door closed off by curtains led deeper into the club, with music booming out from within. Then he stopped as a familiar voice hailed him from behind.

  ‘Hey, look who it is, The Devil himself!’

  Adam turned to see Steelhand striding across the floor towards him, one big hand thrust out in greeting, the other closed on the ends of two leads which led back to twin collars circling the necks of Lucy and Della. Both girls were in nothing but high heels and lacy underwear, Lucy’s red, Della’s blue. After no more than an instant of hesitation, Adam accepted the handshake.

  ‘No sign of that bastard pap,’ Steelhand went on, ‘and I’ve warned the boys on the door, so I reckon we’re safe to play. How about a swap? Girl Four – Lucy here – for Jasmine, just for a while?’

  Adam opened his mouth but found himself lost for words. Lucy was looking at him with half-lowered eyes, seemingly compliant if perhaps a little sulky, while the scarlet combination of heels, stockings, knickers and bra set off her dark hair and petite but exquisitely feminine figure to perfection. She was desirable, without question, and while he knew the answer he should give, it was hard to get the words out. He found himself playing for time.

  ‘I’d be delighted,’ he managed, ‘but there’s one small problem. I’ve lost Jasmine.’

  ‘I’ll find her,’ Steelhand assured him, reaching out to offer Lucy’s lead to Adam. ‘Here, do as you like with her, so long as you send her back in working order.’

  Adam took hold of Lucy’s lead, slightly bemused but determined to make the best of his good fortune. Steelhand left, towing Della behind him, and Adam was left wondering what to do. It was tempting to put Lucy on Cornfed’s machine, which was sure to attract a big audience, and he wanted as many people as possible to watch him use her. He also wanted more intimate contact, and to enjoy her every bit as much as Steelhand was sure to enjoy Jasmine. That had to come first.

  ‘So what’s to be done with you, Lucy?’ he asked.

  ‘Whatever you wish, Master,’ she replied, her voice as well as her expression now suggesting that however obedient she was going to be, she felt a little sulky about being given away so casually.

  ‘Do I detect a trace of petulance?’ Adam asked.

  ‘No, Master,’ she answered promptly.

  ‘Oh, but I think I do,’ he went on, ‘and unfortunately for you, I rather enjoy petulance, so instead of buying you a drink, as I’d planned, I’m going to put you across my knee, pull down those fancy scarlet knickers and spank your bare bottom.’

  Lucy made a face, sullen and even slightly defiant, but Adam took no notice. Leading her to where a scattering of tables and chairs had been set out in front of the bar, he sat down, tugging gently on her lead.

  ‘Here?’ she queried. ‘Everyone will see!’

  ‘That’s the whole idea,’ Adam told her. ‘Steelhand spanks you in public, so why shouldn’t I? Over you go, then, facing this way. I’m left-handed tonight.’

  Lucy made to speak, thought better of it, and draped herself obediently across his knee. Most of the people nearby were already watching, and they soon had a considerable audience, encouraging Adam to show off as he took hold of her panties.

  ‘Knickers down,’ he announced, and began to peel the little scrap of scarlet material from her cheeks, slowly enough to ensure that she had plenty of time to allow her exposure to sink in.

  She made no effort to stop him but began to tremble slightly as her rear view came on show to the audience, with her knickers in a tangle at the same level as her stocking tops, giving the 50 or so people now watching a good view of her cunt. Adam gave her a couple of gentle pats, then abruptly hauled her bottom cheeks wide to add the exposure of her anus to her woes before laying in properly.

  At first she barely seemed to notice, holding herself in save for the occasional faint gasp despite the pain of the hard slaps been applied to her bottom and the rude view she was providing to so many people. Adam spanked harder and she began to kick a little, then as the blows became even more severe she wriggled over his lap, making an even better show of her reddened bottom cheeks, while the smell of her perfume was now blended with a hint of cunt.

  ‘That’s better, isn’t it, Lucy?’ he said as he continued to spank. ‘Nice and warm and rosy behind, ready for cock too, by the smell of you. So, then, are you going to thank me?’

  ‘Thank you, Master,’ Lucy replied, but Adam merely laughed and began to spank her hard enough to set her kicking and squealing across his lap as he went on.

  ‘That’s not what I meant, Lucy, as you know perfectly well. Come on, then.’

  He stopped and helped her to her feet, now holding her hand rather than the lead as he led her across the room. She hadn’t pulled her knickers up and she was rubbing at her smacked bottom as they went, the very picture of a well-spanked girl. The punishment seemed to have sunk in too, as no sooner were they in one of the small booths at the end of the room than she was on her knees, still bare behind, as she helped Adam get himself ready and took his cock into her mouth.

  ‘Good girl,’ he told her, tousling her hair as she began to suck. ‘That’s right, play with my balls, and you’re to rub your cunt too. I want you to come with my cock in your mouth.’

  She looked up, her large, dark eyes wide in a half-serious plea to be spared the extra indignity, but Adam shook his head and she quickly set her knees apart and slipped a hand between her legs. Adam sat back, enjoying the sight of her pretty face as she worked on his cock and masturbated at the same time, her still-sulky expression gradually giving way to pleasure. Several peepholes had been cut in the back wall of the booth, and eyes were soon showing through them.

  ‘We’re being watched, Lucy,’ he told her. ‘Look round and you’ll see their eyes, feasting on your body while you suck cock, enjoying the sight of your little red bum and the way your titties jiggle as you move – and speaking of your titties, let’s have them out, shall we?’

  He leaned forward to tug up the cups of her bra, leaving her small, round breasts swinging bare under her chest. Her sucking immediately grew more urgent, as did the motions of her fingers between her thighs, making Adam chuckle for her helpless reaction.

  ‘Good is it?’ he asked. ‘What are you thinking about, Lucy? Are you thinking about how it feels to masturbate on your knees while you suck my cock, after h
aving your sweet little bottom spanked in public? Are you thinking about what a bastard I am to have you make such a dirty exhibition of yourself? No, I don’t imagine that you are. You’re thinking about how Steelhand gave you away, aren’t you, just casually, not even bothering to ask your opinion, much less your permission, before giving you to me to be spanked and made to rub off your pretty little cunt while you suck cock.’

  A powerful shiver ran through Lucy’s body and she rocked forward, lifting her bottom, deliberately allowing the watchers to enjoy the view, with her anus on blatant show between her open cheeks and her fingers busy in her gaping, juice-soiled cunt. She’d also taken his erection as far into her throat as it would go, purposefully choking on cock as she shuddered and gulped her way through orgasm.

  Adam had meant to hold back but the sensation of her gagging on the head of his cock was too much. He came, full down her throat, to set her choking more violently still, but still rubbing urgently at her cunt even as the spunk exploded from her nose, before rocking back on her heels, her mouth wide, sticky mess running down her face, to bring herself to one last peak before she collapsed at his feet.

  ‘That wasn’t so bad, was it?’ Adam managed after a moment to recover himself.

  Lucy gave a weak nod in response, then to Adam’s surprise, leaned forward and began to lick up the mess she’d made on his front. He watched, delighted and disgusted at the same time, also pleased at her now abject submission. The expression on her face when she finally swallowed her mouthful was a picture, and left him grinning.

  ‘I’m not finished with you,’ he told her. ‘We’re going over to the stalls now, where I’m going to put you on Cornfed’s wonderful new machine, which can spank you and fuck you at the same time.’

  Lucy merely nodded, as if she’d expected no more, and allowed him to lead her back across the warehouse floor, only to find Caroline already mounted up, stark naked and pedalling furiously as the dildo pumped in her cunt and the twin paddles smacked at her meaty bottom cheeks. Elaine stood to one side, encased from head to toe in scarlet rubber, a riding whip of the same bright shade in one hand. Steelhand and Della were watching her, she with her panties around her thighs and he with his finger in her cunt, but there was no sign of Jasmine.

  ‘I hope you’ve been having fun?’ Steelhand asked as they approached.

  ‘He spanked me,’ Lucy answered, ‘next to the bar. Then he made me play with myself in one of the booths while I sucked him off.’

  ‘Good for you, Mephistopheles,’ Steelhand responded, barely taking his eye from where Caroline was mounted on Cornfed’s machine, her face a mask of pleasure.

  Adam waited politely until Caroline had managed to make herself come before asking what had happened with Jasmine.

  ‘Nothing,’ Steelhand answered. ‘I found her, but she was getting her pussy painted. Here she is now.’

  Jasmine was walking towards them, smiling, and as she reached Cornfed’s stall, she angled her naked body to show off the design painted on her pubic mound. It was a black rose, each petal perfectly picked out with highlights, and written across it in cursive, scarlet letters “Property of Mephistopheles”.

  ‘That’s beautiful,’ he said, ducking down to admire the artwork.

  ‘Say the word and I’ll have it tattooed instead,’ she offered, ‘or with your full name, if you prefer?’

  ‘Thank you,’ Adam answered, trying to hold back a sudden upwelling of emotion, only to give in and take her into his arms, kissing her face before he went on. ‘Thank you, Jasmine, that means the world to me.’

  ‘Good for you,’ Caroline put in as she climbed off the machine. Then she turned to Cornfed. ‘Thanks, that was good.’

  Jasmine had slid her arm around Adam’s waist, with her head leaning on his shoulder, but Lucy was looking at them in a distinctly pointed manner.

  ‘I haven’t forgotten,’ Adam assured her. ‘Jasmine, I’ve just been playing with Lucy, and …’

  ‘That means you’re mine,’ Steelhand cut in, and he ducked down to curl an arm beneath her bottom, lifting her with no more effort than had she been a child.

  Adam released her and managed a smile as he bit back what he knew was an unfair reaction of jealousy and vexation. She giggled in alarm and delight as she was carried away, with Della quickly following.

  Lucy hesitated, glancing at Adam and obviously keen to go as well. He smiled at her and said, ‘Yes, I’m sure you’d like to watch, and so would I, but perhaps you’d be better off here with Cornfed. I’m sure he’ll look after you while you’re on the spanking machine.’

  ‘Don’t be such a pig, Adam,’ Caroline laughed. ‘Let’s all go and watch.’

  ‘I was teasing her,’ Adam replied. ‘I can’t resist the sulky look on her face. Come on then, Lucy.’

  He took her lead and was about to follow Steelhand and Jasmine when Cornfed spoke up, his voice so thick with pleading it seemed he was about to cry.

  ‘What about me? Can I watch?’

  ‘I don’t see why not,’ Adam answered. ‘If you don’t mind leaving the stall.’

  ‘Come on, Cornfed,’ Caroline said, offering her hand. ‘Of course you can watch.’

  He accepted her hand, his eyes moist with gratitude as they started across the warehouse. Steelhand made for the booths at the far side of the room, choosing one with a high, padded bench set out in the middle. Adam collected two chairs as he approached, one for himself and another for Elaine, then bolted the door before sitting down. Jasmine stood by the whipping bench, her eyes wide with apprehension and excitement as Steelhand drew a hank of thick, soft hemp from the pocket of his leather coat.

  ‘Kneel on the bench,’ he ordered. ‘Knees apart, hands behind your back.’

  Jasmine obeyed, climbing onto the bench to spread herself out into the rude position he’d decided on, with the design of the bench leaving her no choice but to stick up her bottom to leave her cheeks wide and her cunt flaunted to the audience. To Adam’s private satisfaction, her black rose showed clearly as Steelhand set to work with the hemp, aided by Della, who seemed scarcely less skilled when it came to putting a girl in bondage.

  Lucy allowed herself to be pulled down onto Adam’s knee, and he began to stroke her bottom, enjoying the softness and warmth of her flesh as they watched Jasmine being tied up. Caroline knelt down beside Elaine and cuddled up to her leg, while Cornfed stood a little apart, his eyes feasting on Jasmine’s naked bottom as she was prepared. A glance at the end wall revealed that all but one of the peepholes showed an eager eye pressed close to the wood.

  ‘What are you going to do with her?’ Lucy asked. ‘Adam was really dirty with me, right out in front of everybody, and he stuck his cock down my throat until I was gagging on it.’

  ‘Shut up, Four, or you’ll get more of the same,’ Steelhand told her as he tightened the reef knot that held Jasmine’s wrists secure behind her back. ‘I’m surprised he hasn’t got you down on him right now.’

  Lucy went quiet, but gave Adam a cautious glance as he continued to knead her bottom, now with his fingers deep in her slit. He nodded to his crotch and she pursed her lips briefly before reaching down to open his zip and pull his cock from his underpants. Steelhand saw and they shared a grin as Lucy began to stroke him, while Jasmine was now bound tight, unable to protect herself in any way at all. Della stepped close and extended one painted fingernail, tickling first the lips of Jasmine’s cunt and then her anus.

  ‘May I borrow your riding whip, please, Lady Sappho?’ Steelhand asked, taking the whip from Elaine before he went on.

  ‘How many of you have seen a girl whipped to orgasm? It’s an art.’

  Nobody replied, all six of them watching as Steelhand began to use the whip on Jasmine’s body. Adam expected him to give Jasmine a thrashing, perhaps ending with a helping hand applied to her cunt as the whip was used across her bottom, but Steelhand seemed to have something more subtle in mind.

  Each stroke of the whip was precise, aimed a
t an exact spot on Jasmine’s back or bottom or thighs and delivered with an exact force. Each made her cry out in mingled pain and pleasure, so that she was soon shaking, with the juice running freely from her cunt.

  ‘You’ve got to admit he’s good,’ Caroline said quietly.

  ‘Better than good – brilliant,’ Lucy added, her hand still moving on Adam’s cock.

  Adam began to respond, if slowly, teasing Lucy’s anus as she continued to masturbate him. She gave a soft gasp at the touch, while Cornfed moved closer to Caroline and Elaine, his eyes full of hope as they flickered between the two girls and Jasmine’s rear view.

  ‘Oh all right, then,’ Caroline said suddenly. ‘If you don’t mind, Mistress?’

  Elaine gave a brief nod, her attention on Jasmine, and Caroline quickly pulled out Cornfed’s cock, first into her hand and then her mouth, watching the whipping sidelong as she sucked. Jasmine was already panting, more as if she had a cock inside her than as if she was being whipped, while Steelhand had now set up a steady rhythm, using just the tip of the riding whip to plant smack after smack on the rosy flesh.

  ‘Nearly there,’ he said suddenly, ‘and now …’

  As he trailed off, he changed his aim, smacking the thin leather snap against Jasmine’s open cunt. She screamed once, then again, her body going into sudden, violent contractions as she came, without the slightest control over her own body. Her limbs were jerking in her bonds and she was plainly in as much pain as ecstasy, but Steelhand continued to apply the whip, bringing her to peak after screaming peak until she could finally take no more. He laughed as she began to beg him to stop, laid one final, firm smack on her cunt and then stood away, turning to the others with a nod.

  ‘Very impressive,’ Adam admitted.