The Brat and the Master - a BDSM Erotic Novel

by Aishling Morgan

  ‘I’ll teach you to do it someday,’ Steelhand offered and Adam responded with a nod.

  At a signal from Steelhand, Della, who’d been watching from the side, came forward, sinking to her knees and freeing his cock straight into her mouth. And at the same instant, Lucy moved from her seat on Adam’s knee to the floor, taking his shaft in her hand once more as she began to lick his balls. Caroline already had Cornfed hard in her mouth but pulled back with a mischievous smile.

  ‘Why don’t you line us up?’

  ‘Slut,’ Elaine answered, but quickly stood to vacate her chair.

  Caroline took it and moved alongside the whipping bench, kneeling on it in a position that would allow her to kiss Jasmine. Her red bottom cheeks were thrust high and her open cunt was an invitation to any man’s cock. Cornfed quickly took advantage, moving behind her to slide his erection deep into her body.

  ‘You too, Lucy,’ Adam ordered.

  ‘Go on, Lucy,’ Steelhand added. ‘And you, Girl One.’

  Both girls obeyed, setting chairs into the line and presenting their bottoms to the men, and to Elaine. Steelhand was already erect and wasted no time in easing his cock up Jasmine’s cunt, which left Adam with a choice between two girls. Both were looking back, Lucy in easy submission to whatever fate was coming her way, Della with an expression of anxiety as her eyes flicked between Steelhand’s face and Adam’s cock.

  ‘May I?’ Adam asked, gesturing towards Della, whose nervousness made her impossible to resist.

  ‘I can hardly say no, can I?’ Steelhand answered him, now gripping Jasmine’s hips as he thrust into her. ‘Not to you, but she only gets fucked by me, so you’ll have to do her up her bum. She’s lubed up and ready.’

  Della responded with a single, choking sob, but lifted her bottom to make her slim cheeks spread and to show off the tight dimple of her anus, a little brown star glossy with lubricant.

  ‘Thank you,’ said Adam, addressing his answer to Steelhand. Then, after a short pause, he eased his cock up Lucy’s cunt and continued. ‘You’re welcome to Jasmine’s – her bumhole, that is.’

  Jasmine responded with a low, dirty purr, very different to Della’s gentle whimpers as her anus was prepared for entry, with Adam’s finger now working in the slippery little hole as he fucked Lucy. Elaine also stepped close, using her whip on the girls’ bottoms as she watched them being fucked – then she whispered into Cornfed’s ear. He responded with a grin and an instant later, Caroline gasped and swore.

  ‘Shit, no! Not that … oh, you bitch, Elaine! Ouch! Oh God, it’s in … it’s up my bum. Oh, you dirty fat pig, Cornfed!’

  Cornfed slapped Caroline’s bottom, grinning as he pushed himself deep inside it, then he began to spank her.

  Now properly hard, Adam pulled free of Lucy’s cunt, moving behind Della to put his cock to her anus. She hung her head, letting out little sobs of shame and clutching at the back of her chair, but kept herself nicely offered to accommodate him as her tight hole spread to the pressure. Her passage was soft and easy, and also well lubricated, so that his balls were soon pressed to her empty cunt and the rim of her arsehole was a straining pink ring around the base of his shaft.

  Beside him, Elaine knelt down to lick Lucy’s bottom, with her hands holding the neat pink cheeks wide and the tip of her tongue flicking in an out of the little wet opening. Lucy was moaning in pleasure and thrusting herself back into Elaine’s face, while she’d already put her hand back to her cunt. Elaine continued to lick, her eyes closed in pleasure as she burrowed her tongue as deep as it would go up her friend’s bottom, only to suddenly pull back and ease the handle of her whip into the wet pink hole.

  Lucy gave a soft cry as her anus was penetrated but she continued to masturbate, while the rising urgency of Caroline’s gasps as Cornfed spanked and buggered her suggested that she was doing the same. Jasmine, tied to the whipping bench, had no choice, but her face was set in ecstasy as Steelhand used the head of his cock to rub lubricant between her bottom cheeks and into the hole. Adam watched from the corner of his eye, with no more than a touch of jealousy even as she cried out in mingled pain and pleasure, signalling that Steelhand was now inside her.

  ‘Christ, she’s tight!’ Steelhand grunted. ‘And what a sight! You’re a lucky man, Adam.’

  He turned to Adam and as their eyes met they shared a grin, each happy to be buggering the other’s girlfriend. Turning back, Adam put his hands to Della’s bottom, spreading her cheeks to watch his cock pull in and out of her stretched anal opening. He was rock hard, the tight ring of her hole and the warm, wet cavity within providing him with delicious sensations, and yet he was in no hurry to come for what would be the third time that day, with the third girl.

  ‘And in all three holes,’ he chuckled to himself, as he began to spank Della. ‘Come on, Della, I know you’re not the little madam you pretend to be. I may not be Steelhand, but you’ve still got a cock up your bottom.’

  Della gave an angry grunt in response, but Adam merely began to push harder and faster up her bottom and an instant later, she gave in, gasping and panting with no more reserve than the other three girls.

  ‘Good girl,’ Adam grated. ‘And now you can masturbate, just like your little friends. Come on, get your hand to that sweet little cunt of yours and get rubbing, right now! I know you need it, so just do it, you little slut!’

  He gave her bottom a hard smack as he finished, then another as Della began to shake her head in a pathetic effort at denial, even though her hand was already back between her thighs and rubbing urgently at her cunt. Adam laughed to see her so far gone, completely surrendered to his cock, sobbing and gasping out her helpless pleasure as she was spanked and sodomised. It felt good to him too, her anus beginning to squeeze on his shaft as she masturbated with ever greater urgency.

  At the far end of the row of buggered girls, Caroline screamed out in ecstasy, just as Cornfed gave one last, satisfied grunt, coming up her bottom as she rode her orgasm. Della was there too, coming longer and slower, rubbing at herself as Adam pushed his cock in an out, only to collapse sobbing against the back of her chair just as his thrusts became deeper and harder in anticipation of his own climax.

  ‘She’s had enough,’ Steelhand rasped as Della gave him an imploring look, but Adam was already pulling free.

  His eyes went to Lucy, but Elaine was busy with her, licking cunt as she pumped the whip handle in and out of the girl’s arse. Jasmine turned to look at him, her mouth agape. He moved quickly around in front of the girls, to wedge his cock into Jasmine’s mouth, and Della watched in horror and fascination as her friend began to suck on a penis freshly withdrawn from her own bottom. Yet there was no mistaking the eagerness in Jasmine’s face, nor her enthusiasm as she struggled to take Adam as deep as she could, with her body rocking all the while to the motion of Steelhand’s cock up her bottom. Adam had already been close to orgasm and was soon at the edge once more, and Steelhand began to fiddle with Jasmine’s cunt as he buggered her.

  ‘That’s right,’ he grated, ‘suck on your master’s cock, suck it while you come.’

  ‘While you think about where it’s been,’ Adam added. ‘Right up Della’s bottom, Jasmine, and now it’s in your mouth, you darling, filthy, little bitch!’

  He came, holding himself deep in Jasmine’s mouth as her throat went into violent contractions, in time with the rest of her body as Steelhand brought her to orgasm under his fingers and filled her arse with spunk at the same instant. All three held the moment, Adam with his eyes closed and his head full of images of what he and Jasmine had done together, from the moment he’d first watched her spanked to the look on her face as she’d gaped for his cock a moment before.

  Finally, he drew back, to leave Jasmine gulping and puffing as she fought to swallow her mouthful and draw in air at the same time. Her face screwed up briefly as Steelhand eased his cock from her bottom-hole, before she gave one last swallow, then spoke.

  ‘Now that’s what I call a
punishment. Thank you.’

  ‘Punishment?’ said Adam with a smile. ‘That wasn’t your punishment, Jasmine.’

  The club was still in full swing, but the seven of them came out into the car park, leaving Cornfed back at his stall. Their cars were parked some way apart, but Adam gathered the others to him, standing with his arm around Jasmine as he addressed them.

  ‘Ladies, and Steelhand, I’m sure you’re all familiar with the problem of how to punish a brat without breaking consent, and I’m sure you’ll all agree that Jasmine is a brat and badly needs punishment. It seems to me that the best bet is to deprive her of what she likes best, so I’ve decided that a little domesticity will do her good. You’re all invited back to my place, and for the rest of this evening she’s going to be maid, to all of us. Order her around as you please, do anything you like to her, as long as you don’t make her come. Unfortunately, that still leaves the question of how to keep her fingers away from her sticky little cunt.’

  ‘I’ve got a tray at home,’ Caroline said, ‘with chains on that go to my wrists and nipples so I can’t touch my pussy. She ought to wear that, and she can serve us drinks.’

  ‘Thank you,’ Adam answered her. ‘I’ll take you up on that, if you don’t mind collecting it on the way, but I had an idea that should not only help her to keep her hands to herself, or rather, off herself, but that will hopefully leave her feeling nicely self-conscious while she goes about her duties.’

  As he spoke he opened the boot of the car then pulled out a fat, square package, which he held out to Jasmine. She took it, puzzled at first, then with growing horror, she took in the details of the gaudy packaging.

  ‘Safenites?’ she queried. ‘These are nappies!’

  Caroline and Lucy began to giggle, and even Della’s normally rather reserved expression gave way to a smile.

  ‘That’s right, Jasmine,’ Adam explained. ‘You’re going in nappies – pull-ups to be exact, as you’re a big girl.’

  She didn’t reply, her mouth wide open as she stared at the pack of nappies in rising humiliation.

  ‘Put one on,’ Adam instructed.

  ‘Here? Now?’ she answered him, her voice pleading.

  ‘Here and now,’ Adam confirmed. ‘There’s nobody about but us, and we’re all going to see you in them soon enough anyway. In fact, I think it would be fun to have you nude while you put them on.’

  ‘What about the photographer?’ Elaine asked. ‘Put her in nappies, yes, but at your flat.’

  ‘He’s not in the club,’ Steelhand pointed out, ‘and we can see if anybody’s coming.’

  ‘Just stand behind the car,’ Adam ordered Jasmine. ‘Right, pass me the pack, then take off your coat and dress.’

  Jasmine’s expression had grown increasingly sulky as Adam explained what he was going to do with her, but she obeyed, taking her coat off and passing it to Della before throwing a cautious glance around the car park.

  ‘There’s nobody about,’ Adam assured her, ‘and so what if anybody comes out of the club? They’ve seen it all anyway.’

  ‘They haven’t seen me in a nappy,’ Jasmine said, now pouting badly.

  ‘What does it matter if a little brat like you is in the nude, or in a nappy?’ Della taunted. ‘Strip, like your master told you to do.’

  Jasmine gave a last glance between them before pulling her dress up over her head to stand naked in the dim, warm glow of the security lights. Adam tore the pack open and passed her one of the nappies. She took it, her bottom lip pouting out further still as she unfolded it and stepped into one leg hole, then the other.

  ‘It doesn’t fit!’ she protested as the nappy stuck halfway up her slender thighs. ‘I’m skinny, but I’m not that –’

  ‘Keep going,’ Adam ordered her. ‘They stretch.’

  Jasmine tugged at the nappy, holding out the waistband as she levered it up her thighs.

  ‘It’s going to split!’

  ‘No it’s not,’ Adam insisted, ‘and if it does, we’ll try another one, after you’ve been given a good spanking for wasting the first. Now come on, pull it up.’

  ‘I’m trying,’ she answered, now squirming as she struggled to get the waistband over her hips.

  ‘You do look funny!’ Caroline joked.

  ‘Not as funny as you would, Cakemix,’ Jasmine answered. ‘Not with the size of your bottom. There, it’s coming.’

  Her face was a picture of consternation and shame as she finally managed to wriggle herself into the nappy, but with a good deal of cheeky flesh sticking out from each leg hole and the soft white material stretched taut over her curves. On the seat of the nappy was the face of a cartoon bear with an idiotic grin and the words “A Bear Behind”, matched at the front by a tiny pink flower.

  ‘I think it ought to say “A Cunt in Front”,’ Lucy suggested.

  ‘Very funny,’ Jasmine replied.

  ‘That’ll earn you a spanking,’ Adam stated. ‘From Lucy, as well as the one you’re getting from Caroline for that remark about the size of her bottom. Now put your hands on your head and turn around, slowly.’

  Jasmine obeyed, her pout growing ever more furious as she showed off her nappy. Caroline, Lucy and even Della were giggling openly, while Steelhand was plainly amused, but Elaine was wide-eyed and plainly nervous, her fingers knotted in her lap, and as Adam made eye contact she threw him a worried look. He smiled back, sure that she was thinking how she herself would feel being paraded in a nappy while the others looked on, but when she spoke it was sudden and urgent.

  ‘Come on, Cakemix, if we’re going to collect your maid’s tray we’d better get going.’

  ‘But …’ Caroline began to protest, only to receive a firm smack across the seat of her coat before Elaine led her away.

  ‘She’s in a hurry,’ Steelhand remarked.

  ‘I think she’s worried about the photographer,’ Adam said, trying not to grin. ‘OK, Jasmine, you can get dressed again, but the nappy stays on until morning, and up until the girls get to pull it down for your spankings.’

  Jasmine hurried into her clothes, and Della and Lucy followed Steelhand as he started towards their car. Then he turned to speak.

  ‘Thinking about the photographer, he might know where you live, Adam, and if anyone who was at the club has ratted us out he might be waiting for us. How about we go to my place instead?’

  ‘It’s not very likely,’ Adam answered, ‘but all right, just in case. I’ll call Caroline to tell her.’

  It took the best part of an hour to get to Acton, by which time Adam had begun to tire. The cars had become separated in the traffic and they’d got there first, but Della’s blue BMW was drawing up across the road as he and Jasmine climbed from the car. As Adam crossed over he noticed three men approaching, but paid no attention, walking towards the others at the top of the iron stairs down to Steelhand’s flat.

  ‘Adam Tyler?’

  Adam looked around by instinct at the sound of his name. ‘Yes?’ he answered, as Jasmine gave a shriek of fright.

  The man who’d spoken was coming at Adam, fast, and he was huge – as tall as Steelhand and far bulkier, with massive arms and a great, heavy belly, while his florid face was set in an expression of insensate hatred. Two other men flanked him, one nearly as tall with a lean, vicious face, the other squat but powerful.

  ‘Paul, no!’ Jasmine yelled as the big man drew back a fist.

  ‘You took my woman,’ he growled at Adam.

  ‘She’s not your woman,’ Adam countered, raising his hands, ‘but let’s try and discuss this sensibly, shall we?’

  ‘No, I am not your woman!’ Jasmine yelled and Paul stopped, his mouth dropping wide, only to snap shut as his angry expression changed to incandescent fury.

  Jasmine stood by Adam, her coat open and her dress pulled up, her nappy down at thigh level and the black rose on plain show as she screamed out her defiance.

  ‘This is his, Paul, his, and so am I! You lost me the day you said I couldn’t spe
ak to other men after we were married. Now fuck off!’

  ‘You …’ Paul began and hurled himself at Adam, only to be met by Steelhand’s fist crashing into his face to propel him back against his friends.

  ‘Look, we should all try …’ Adam started, his voice cracking at a sudden explosion of light.

  A siren started up, and then a second, as flashes burst all around them. Jasmine screamed and Adam struck out blindly, unable to see for the lights, then he went down as somebody cannoned into him. He fell badly, grimacing as pain shot through his injured shoulder, then he struggled to get up as above him, Della launched herself at a man holding a camera. Somebody cursed, someone else screamed, and as Adam scrambled to his feet his vision cleared enough for him to be able to make out Steelhand, standing with his legs braced across a great groaning shape that could only be Paul and yelling defiance at as squad of police closed on him.

  Epilogue

  ‘I suppose that’s the trouble with special forces training,’ Adam remarked as he pulled the car out from Ivybridge Station. ‘It turns a case of resisting arrest into assaulting a police officer.’

  ‘Five police officers,’ Lucy answered as she settled back in the passenger seat, her tone of voice sad but not without a trace of pride. ‘Six months for five officers.’

  ‘And how is he?’

  ‘He’s coping,’ she answered. ‘He can look after himself, even in prison.’

  ‘I’m sure he can. And Della?’

  ‘She’ll be out next week. What about Elaine?’

  ‘She’s fine,’ Adam answered. ‘Much better than I’d have expected. It was really hard for her, having to come out to her parents, of course, on top of losing her job, but the truth is she felt trapped. You’ll find she’s changed, and don’t be surprised if you find her running about in nothing but a nappy.’

  ‘A nappy? Elaine?’

  ‘Yes, it’s her favourite fantasy, and now she doesn’t have a job to worry about she feels she can express herself freely.’

  ‘And you’re looking after her and Jasmine – and Caroline too?’