Once they arrived at the estate, it seemed as if they’d turned back the clock, dumping themselves into the activities of the previous year when they regularly attended the naughty soirées. Same games. Same conversations. Same disagreements. Zack and Rachel were as predictable as ever, beginning their own sparring battles on Friday night, which would soon escalate until that fated punishment was played out for their captive audience. No longer was this a shock, and even its power to arouse and offend Madeleine was greatly diminished. Not to mention the fact that she was now wary of Rachel—knowing that the sexy blonde was Robbie’s former lover.
Saturday morning, Madeleine spent by herself. Robbie didn’t even ask if she wanted to go riding. He took off early with Zack, Jason and Elliot and didn’t return until noon. By then, she could feel a certain feral energy about all four men, as if they had something on their minds, though if they did, they weren’t saying. An under current of disquiet, a ‘something stirring in the air’ seemed to affect the entire mood of the house—all eight attending the house party. Apparently, there was a ninth person somewhere in the mansion—a nameless guest who’d been referred to in passing, though it seemed he was only there to ride and shoot, and he had no interest in joining the four couples during their indoor party. As large as the home was, there could have been a half dozen people staying inside its walls and not a soul would know they even existed.
After dinner was the usual banter on Saturday night, then an attempt at charades that failed flat. Zack quickly blamed Rachel for being uncooperative, and what? Big surprise, the young woman went over Zack’s lap for an old fashioned spanking—not unexpected but a surprisingly tame exhibition compared to the last punishment of Rachel that Madeleine had witnessed when Robbie took up the whip.
However once Rachel’s spanking was over, Elliot suddenly stepped forward having decided that the timid Mary was going over his knee. Mary was as shocked as everyone else was by her husband’s bold move and she struggled like crazy before she was finally properly positioned. However, as soon as she was lying face down over his lap and the spanking began, her protesting turned into wildly orgasmic cries. By the time she was on her feet again, she was smiling sweetly, looking compliantly chagrinned by what had just taken place.
Then, as if the second spanking was not enough, a small scuffle between Carly and Jason finally ended with the redhead backed against the drawing room wall getting tit slapped by a surprisingly pissed off Jason. Although he didn’t remove her thin sundress, he hardly needed to. The dress dropped so low in the cleavage that when he was finished giving her the punishment, everyone could plainly see the reddened flesh of Carly’s tits heaving lustfully before their eyes.
During all this time, Robbie and Madeleine looked on as they usually did, interested but waiting for the antics to finally end. However, when Jason struck his last blow, Robbie turned to Madeleine saying: “Well, honey, I guess it’s your turn now.” All eyes turned their way.
“My turn?” she gasped in shock.
“You going to argue?” Robbie’s voice was hard and filled with spite, enough to have Madeleine backing off, worried.
“What have I done?”
“Like you don’t know. You pissed me off making such a big deal about coming here this weekend. You think I’m going to let that go?”
She jumped up, alarmed. “Well, I’m sorry about that. But if you think you’re going to punish me in front of all these people, you’re wrong, Robbie McKellar!”
Oh, that was the wrong thing to say!
“Really?” he came back calmly, his emotions hardly ruffled though his lip had curled into a surly sneer. This was a Robbie Madeleine rarely saw, and she had every reason to be afraid. What the hell had gone wrong to turn all the men in the house into clones of Zack? “Or, maybe you’d rather we all go downstairs to the torture chamber,” his voice deepened as he spoke.
“There is no torture chamber!” she declared.
“You so sure?”
“Yes, I checked.”
“You checked?” he looked amusedly aghast. “And why would you do that?”
“Curiosity.”
“So what’s she been hiding from you all this time, Rob?” Zack’s voice rang out.
“I’m beginning to wonder,” Robbie answered.
“Nothing! I’m hiding nothing,” Madeleine fumed. “I’ll watch your little dramas, but I’m not about to submit to you in front of an audience. You want to spank me, we’ll go upstairs.”
“Gee, Rob, the bitch has got you by the balls,” Zack again.
Robbie only snickered. As Madeleine started to walk out, he grabbed her back before she was out of reach.
He held her tightly by her upper arm, their faces just inches apart in the smoldering silence. Finally, he said: “You can fight or give it up, I really don’t care, but if I have to tie you up, I will.” The air was so prickly between them that their friends could almost see it visibly billowing with their mounting rage.
Madeleine knew that she had to back down, but the angry fire in her would not ease off. “Well, I guess you’ll just have to tie me down,” she finally snapped.
The next few minutes went by in a blur—being bodily lifted and flung over a chair with her hands and feet circled with rope and tethered to the feet of the small club chair. She struggled the entire time that Robbie and Zack were subduing her, finally venting a pissed off, “You fucking bastards!” Further outbursts were squelched with something stuffed inside her mouth.
She heard Robbie’s triumphant voice saying: “If you can’t be nice, you get gagged.”
Once her head was down and her bottom raised, her skirt was flipped up to bare her bottom for the entire room to see. Soon, her plump behind was bouncing up and down to the rhythm of Robbie’s hand bouncing off her reddening mounds. The idea that she was the target of Robbie’s wrath sent a raw shockwave of sensation through her. To feel the darker edges of his soul inflicting punishment was stirring in a way she’d never experienced. She recalled her feelings the first time she’d seen this baffling aspect of his character, and how she’d feared where it might lead. Now she was forced to surrender to this peculiar part of him. She’d been rendered completely helpless, prey to his dark aims. If she struggled against the rope it would only tighten, and if she tried to scream the muffled noise would have little effect.
At first the pain produced by Robbie’s spanking hand was alarming and her inner struggle to submit enormous. But as her ass began to warm, what was once a dreadful sting became more arousing, more sensuous than painful. She groaned more than cried and writhed her crotch against the top of the chair more than strained against her tethers.
“Damn it, Rob, this fucking turns her on!” Zack noted with some glee.
The fact that he was even in the room, that all their friends were looking on, was unbelievably embarrassing. All the times she’d witnessed these scenes, she’d never, never imagined herself being subjected to one herself.
“So, you’re turned on, Maddy? Is that so strange?” Robbie took time out from the blistering attack to massage her sore behind and confront her with the truth. “Tell them.”
“Hmmm, uhmmph, mmmm…” she reminded him that she was still gagged.
“Oh, right. I had to gag you,” he mocked. “I can take care of that.” He proceeded to fish the pair of soaked panties from her mouth, which was a relief in itself, until Robbie shot of his next order. “Now, tell our friends the truth. Tell them how you like to come.”
When she refused to speak, the blistering spanking began again. Then again he paused and asked the question. “Tell them, Maddy. I think they deserve to know.”
“Robbie, please! No!” she wailed at last.
“Don’t you ‘Robbie please’ me, brat! You either say it now or I just keep going. It’s time you were finally initiated into this little circle of friends. Time to stop holding back. You sit on the fringes the way you do—everyone thinks you’re judging them. The truth is, you love this as muc
h as they do. I think you even love the audience!” he chided.
Her entire body bristled, and she shot back: “I do not!”
“What was that?”
“I said, I don’t love the audience!”
“Oh my, that was not the thing to say. You’re just not getting it. I guess you’ll just have to suffer through this until you finally admit the truth. I’m not stopping until you come clean.”
He didn’t wait for her reply, and having accepted a wooden paddle from Zack, he began with another blistering attack to her already burning rear. She was fighting mad, though she did her best to squash her screams, knowing that would only make matters worse. She couldn’t believe how much her bottom hurt. Although that hurt sometimes transformed into something very different, she began to realize that this punishment would never lead to a sexual climax. As soon as the eroticism caught hold, Robbie smacked it away with a crack so hard that she was brought to tears. When it was clear that Robbie would live up to his threat to go on like this forever, she finally cried:
“All right, please, please stop!”
He paused with the paddle hovering just inches above her scarlet ass. “What was that you wanted to say?”
“You win, Rob, I’ll tell them!”
“Tell them what?”
“I like it. I LIKE getting spanked when we have sex!”
“It turns you on?”
“Yes, it turns me on.”
“And you hate to stop?”
“Yes, I hate to stop…” she shouted. She let out a huge sigh, and as the heated air fell silent, the sound of her surrender was felt throughout the room.
Madeleine’s revelation seemed almost more surprising to her than it was to the assembled guests—they had known all along that Robbie McKellar wouldn’t have a girlfriend that didn’t like kinky sex. And while Madeleine had known the truth about herself for a long time, as long as she kept her kink behind a closed bedroom door, revealed only to her boyfriend on rare occasions, she seemed safe from the further implications. What was most disturbing now was that Robbie seemed even closer now to unlocking the deeper truth about her submissive self, the one place in her that remained stringently guarded. At times, the larger fantasy loomed there like an agitated beast threatening to expose itself to the world. She could not allow that. Never would she allow that!
Having finally heard what he wanted to hear confessed from her own lips, the satisfied Robbie backed away and handed the paddle back to Zack.
Madeleine collapsed into the cushion beneath her, although her only real relief was knowing that the ordeal had finally seen its finish. She had only to wait for Robbie to untie her. With the tension in the room having eased, she turned her head and opened her eyes for the first time since the spanking began. She gazed, just absently, toward the door and where her eyes came to rest, she beheld a sight she thought must be her imagination gone wildly crazed. This was not possible! Absolutely not! But she could not shake the truth away. A feeling of utter horror grabbed her in the gut, as she saw standing in the shadowy light, the figure of Daniel Prothero, looking as if he’d seen the entire melodrama of her spanking. His serene and knowing expression could convey so much…a thousand words of dialogue, reams of tawdry prose, an exposé of her soul…all there, written in the set of his jaw, his firm mouth and his impenetrable and critical eyes.
Never had embarrassment overwhelmed her so. She could not bear to look at him and see him judging her, but at the same time, she could not tear her eyes away.
Time seemed to stop, waiting for eternity to pass by. Picking up on Madeleine’s undisguised emotion, all eyes in the room had turned toward the door where Daniel stood. His appearance might have been a shock to Madeleine but it was certainly not a surprise to the men in the room. Earlier in the day, they’d been riding through the woods with Daniel Prothero, later shooting skeet on the far ridgeline.
He struck quite a figure: that of a handsome, even stately gentleman in his tan jodhpurs, tall black riding boots and the open-collared cotton shirt stuffed inside his pants—like a throwback to another century. The fact that he was just a little ruffled having come in from a long day in the out-of-doors only made him more manly and alluring for a surrendering sort of female. The fact that he was toting a riding crop in his hand made his appearance there especially alarming—even though the crop was perfectly explainable under the circumstances.
It was Daniel who moved first, shaking loose the immobilized room. Madeleine turned her head and closed her eyes, which only made the sound of his stalking boots more noticeable.
“My, Robbie, I had no idea,” he said. He was very close to her now and Madeleine’s inner body trembled. Her sweaty palms had tightened into fists, her jaw had seized up entirely. She waited, motionless, praying that he’d just leave the room and put her out of her misery. Why the man had turned her world even further upside down was no secret to her, but it was not one she ever wanted the rest of the world to know. Please go away! she silently pleaded.
“Aw, c’mon, I can’t imagine you’d be surprised,” Robbie answered his friend.
“You plucked a fine one, far as I can see. I believe we met a couple years ago on the yacht.”
“That would be our first date, we’ve come a long way since then.”
“I see you have. May I?” He’d reached out with his palm above Madeleine’s warm rear end.
“Sure.”
As Madeleine felt Daniel’s rough hand caressing her rear cheeks, an enormous wave of desire swept through her body. It would have been impossible for those looking on not to see her quaking response. She remembered so clearly the feel of that hand, the sensation taking her back to the night on the boat. That incident had been so vividly imprinted in her memory that it was easy to draw on. So many times she’d replayed it in her mind and even now she recalled every nuanced move.
Please, please, let me be! If he could only hear her pleas.
“Nice job, Rob,” he commented on her well-spanked rear. “No better way to keep a bratty female in line than to give her butt a rosy glow.” He gave her left ass cheek a brusque squeeze, let go and smacked her ass as hard as she’d been smacked that day. The jolt nearly made her come.
Madeleine feared that he’d start in where Robbie had left off, but he thankfully backed away.
“You all enjoy yourselves. I’ll be taking my dinner in my room and turn in early.”
“Well, try to keep the noise down,” Robbie called to him.
“Don’t bother. It can be music to my ears.” The mockery in his voice was unmistakable.
Chapter Four
September 2001
Six years after their affair began, it had surrendered to predictable moments of affection, longing, consummation and ennui. Sometimes their faces looked as if their love affair was new. Sometimes not—although Robbie had a way of maintaining his congenial spirit even in the worst of times, which routinely interjected good humor into their days together. Sometimes, the darker edges of his character arose—but only rarely. Flashes of anger, a sharp remark, an especially nasty scene in bed; they were infrequent enough to keep Madeleine from fearing him. His good mood, and her reasoned composure kept them together.
As time went by they saw less and less of their kinky friends. The house party where Madeleine was spanked in front of the audience seemed to be a definite turning point. It was the furthest Robbie had taken his girlfriend into kinky, public lust. Perhaps that was as far as he wanted to go. For whatever reason, only rarely did Robbie plan anything at the McKellar estate; even then, most occasions were as vanilla and unremarkable as vanilla ice cream.
Madeleine approved without ever needing to say so in words. If he’d insisted that they continue with the parties who knows whether they would have stayed together. But as long as he remained fun and non-threatening, theirs was an easy relationship for her to enjoy, and count on.
Madeleine and Robbie were at the country estate with several family members as well as Rachel and Z
ack when the morning of September 11, 2001 brought the world to a standstill; the scene at the estate was as predictable as any American household on that day. All were gathered around the big screen television set in the den watching the reports from New York while the staff served a belated breakfast on trays. The day’s somber turn would last for a long time after that, but it didn’t take but three days for Robbie to deliver a shocking announcement.
“I’m going to enlist.” His body seemed to tremble with a burning excitement that affected everyone around him. For the second time in three days, the entire household froze in stunned silence.
“Are you mad?” Zack finally blurted out exactly what everyone was thinking.
“No. I’m not mad,” he charged back—he knew there would be objections. “No one’s going to stop me. I’ve made up my mind.”
Madeleine simply stood speechless in amazement, while Robbie’s father tried to reason with him calmly. “Son, please—”
“Don’t bother,” Robbie cut him off before he could finish. “My mind’s made up.” He stalked out of the room and refused to talk about a decision that had already been written in his mind in indelible ink. Later in the day, he slipped into the old beater truck they kept around the estate for traveling its dirt roads and went into town to follow through with his plan.
A week later, Madeleine and Robbie were married in a breezy outdoor wedding ceremony with all their friends and family in attendance. Though a happy occasion on the surface, the under-riding feeling was one of fearful apprehension.
Madeleine felt as if she was living a dream—or maybe nightmare was the better word. The highs and lows of emotion were almost too difficult to bear. Even though she’d said yes to the marriage, she harbored unspoken doubts about her love for Robbie, her motivations, and sometimes even her sanity. She loved him, yes. But was that love enough to see her through the next few months—or years—or however long this nightmare would last?
A week later, Robbie was gone, as if that foreboding breeze that had swept through their wedding had simply taken him up and carried him away. Only then did Madeleine’s life settle down. She went back to work at the McKellar Endowment, the only difference being the wedding portrait on her desk and the garish set of rings on her left ring finger. Sometimes during the workday, she would gaze at those smiling faces, all the while knowing the pain and anxiety that was behind the radiant smiles. Though Robbie stuck fast to his need to serve his country all the way to his sad parting, she knew he was quaking inside as much as she was. The question that he never seemed to answer with any clarity was why it was so imperative for him to risk his life in this battle. But it had become obvious before he left that if his friends and family and even Madeleine didn’t understand, then it was not for him to explain.
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