A Strict Seduction (21 page)

‘Now you can go to your room,' she said, running a fingernail along one of the tracks raised on my skin.

I stood up shakily, my eyes filled with tears, and yet unable to hide my hardened nipples or the flush of red across my breasts. I was aroused and excited beyond endurance by this beautiful and powerful woman. She kissed me once, touching her lips to mine, sucking the breath from my body and igniting fires of desire deep in my heart. We parted and I didn't want to. She pointed to the door and I limped out of the room, disconsolate and confused, my bottom marked with thick red stripes cut by the belt. It was going to be a long night, but already I longed for the new day to begin.

Staying Over – Part 2

The long dark hours of the night had been a torment for me, and much as I had wished for a long dreamless sleep, the moment I drifted off I was sucked into a strange fantasy that had disturbed me all the more. Waking up to the brittle light of dawn I could remember nothing of that strange dream but that Jan's lips had been fire on my body, the same fire that she had inflicted earlier that evening on my backside – first with her hand, then the slipper, and finally the belt.

What was I to do? Not only had I made a fool of myself in front of Jan, I had also been punished by her. My mind still reeled at the thought – that I, a grown woman, should be put over another woman's knee and soundly spanked. What was worse, much much worse, was that she had touched her fingers to the moistness of my sex and discovered that I had been aroused by it all. It was something I did not understand, but the more she had beaten me, the more she spanked and punished, the more excited I seemed to become.

I dressed quickly after my shower, loose skirt down to my ankles and floppy sweatshirt that hid the contours of my breasts. Deliberately shapeless, I was dressing to cover myself, too afraid to think of what the new day might bring. I skipped down the stairs quietly after getting dressed, hoping that I'd be able to concentrate on breakfast and not have to think too hard about what had happened. My only desire was to please Jan, hoping that she'd forgive me for drenching the carpet with white wine and scarring the mahogany coffee table with the bottle.

Thankfully she was still asleep when I came down, and I had the luxury of silence as I cooked up breakfast. The last thing I wanted was to end the weekend in Jan's bad books, especially as I knew that her husband Peter always took her views seriously. My husband, Chris, would have been furious if he'd seen the mess I'd made of the carpet and the damage I'd done to their furniture.

‘Ah, fresh coffee,' Jan exclaimed, walking into the kitchen suddenly, startling me.

‘Sorry…' I whispered apologetically, ‘I hope I didn't wake you. I was doing my best to be quiet.'

She smiled at me, her lovely blue eyes filled with amusement. ‘No, it's okay, you didn't wake me. Now, I'd love a cup of that coffee.'

I jumped to it, hands almost shaking as I poured her a cup. She had taken a seat at the breakfast bar, perched high on one of the stools, legs crossed casually. Her pretty red robe hardly covered her. Her long thighs were bare and my eyes were drawn to them. She had such lovely tanned skin, smooth and flawless, it was impossible not to feel a temptation to reach out and touch her. I looked up and her eyes were on me, sinking deep into my own. I blushed red, turned away from her piercing gaze.

‘I'll ring up and find someone to repair the coffee table,' I told her, placing the coffee on the bar beside her.

She turned towards me, her robe slipping open at the chest to reveal the deep cleavage of her breasts, tanned the same golden colour as her thighs. ‘It's a Saturday,' she pointed out coolly. ‘I just hope you're lucky enough to find someone.'

‘I'm ever so sorry,' I repeated, my voice trembling. Her nipples were pressing against the thin silky robe, two points that were bulging against the scarlet material. Why was I looking at her? I felt the fear and confusion deep inside me, and yet I could hardly keep my eyes from her body.

‘Well,' she purred wickedly, ‘I can always put you across my knees again, young lady. Don't think I've forgotten, or that I'll let your bad behaviour pass.'

I swallowed hard. ‘No, of course not,' I agreed, as though it were entirely natural to be hauled across the lap of another woman and to have my naked bottom tanned red. The thought meant that the red flush of shame did not leave my face. I stood awkwardly in front of her, feeling like a silly schoolgirl about to be punished. The memory of her hand coming down so hard on my quivering bottom cheeks was imprinted on my consciousness, I could see it and feel it even as I stood there.

Breakfast was an awful, tense period. I was on tenterhooks, afraid that I'd make some stupid mistake and have to pay for it. In contrast Jan was completely relaxed, and in fact she seemed to take some pleasure from my squirming, fearful condition. I noticed the way her robe kept falling open, how she crossed and uncrossed her legs, and enjoyed the way I watched her.

‘I'm going to take a quick shower,' she told me. ‘There's a towel in the airing cupboard, be a darling and bring it up to me in a moment.'

I nodded and watched her go, the shimmering robe cinched tight around her waist, her long thighs barely covered, her tight round behind wrapped in red silk. My hands were shaking when I turned back to the breakfast things. Quickly I cleared everything away, anxious not to displease her.

I could hear the spray of the shower as I nervously approached the bathroom. My heart was pounding as I clutched the heavy pink towel, still warm from the airing cupboard. I knocked gently on the door, waiting for her order to enter. The water was turned off and then she called for me. I pushed open the door and entered the humid atmosphere of the bathroom.

Jan was naked, her body glistening with a thousand jewels of water, rivulets of it running down her golden flesh, over her shoulders, between her thighs. She looked gorgeous, and my eyes drank in every inch of her nakedness. She was standing in the shower, arm outstretched, a wry smile on her face. Her eyes sparkled with that faint good humour, as though she enjoyed my discomfort. Shakily I reached out to give her the towel, mesmerised by her sensual smile.

How I could let it happen I don't know, but suddenly her smile was gone and I was looking at the towel around her ankles, soaking in every drop of water that fell from her body and the slowly disappearing puddle in the shower tray.

‘I see you haven't completely lost your touch,' she snapped coldly.

‘I… I…' I whimpered, my face draining of colour. I knelt down quickly and picked up the towel, completely soaked through and now utterly useless.

‘Is there another one downstairs?' she demanded impatiently.

‘I've got one,' I reported hastily, remembering that I'd packed extra in my overnight case.

‘Get it quickly then,' she snapped, ‘or would you rather I froze to death?'

I hated the sarcasm in her voice, and knew that the biting anger would inevitably lead to something else. I scurried to my room and returned quickly, holding the towel close to my heart, pounding loudly in my chest. I could hardly believe what had happened, especially after the effort I'd put into preparing breakfast.

She snatched the towel from me and began to dry herself, stepping out of the shower at the same time. I watched her patting herself dry, her skin suffused with excitement, her nipples puckering so that they were hard brown peaks on her full, round breasts. Her eyes were ice cold, regarding me with nothing but anger.

‘Will I be punished for that?' I asked, my voice a whisper that hardly came out.

‘Oh yes,' she told me, without a shadow of doubt. ‘You'll be punished, and punished well.'

‘But, Jan,' I said, looking at her earnestly, ‘it was an accident…'

‘It was carelessness,' she replied, pulling her scarlet robe tightly around her waist. ‘Don't think you can talk your way out of this, young lady. Delia knows enough not to even attempt that now, and I'm sure that eventually you'll learn the lesson too.'

I had completely forgotten about Delia. She too had been chastised by Jan. Had she taken her punishment more calmly than me? I had never even set eyes on her, but knew that she was a lively young thing, and very attractive. I had a sudden vision of her bent over Jan's knees, her pretty little rump being soundly spanked. It was a strange idea, but for some reason it excited me immensely.

‘Step into the shower,' Jan ordered, snapping me back to the real world.

I complied, stepping out of my slip-on shoes, the tiles wet and slippery with water. She reached down and lifted my long skirt, pulling it up and over my waist, exposing the black panties I was wearing.

‘Hold this,' she told me, giving me the tight bundle she'd formed of the hem of my skirt.

I held it high, knowing I had no choice. I could feel her eyes assessing my body, travelling up over my calves, over my thighs to rest finally on my rounded posterior. Was I still red from the previous day's punishment? I didn't know, but in any case my tight panties would have kept that well hidden. The first stirrings of desire were making me wet between the thighs, making my pussy tingle deliciously.

Without warning my panties were pulled down roughly and forced between my knees. Now I was exposed completely, my bottom cheeks displayed to Jan's obvious satisfaction. She touched me, her fingers rubbing the inside of my thigh with the kind of firm, sensual caress that caused an instant tremor of pleasure to pass through me.

‘Bend over,' she continued, barking her order. When I obeyed she pressed a finger into my wetness, as though checking to confirm that I was aroused. I could feel the wetness coating her fingers, and my face burned with embarrassment. My sighs of pleasure were silenced by an angry slap on the thigh.

‘I do think,' she explained, ‘that by the end of the day you'll not even be able to sit down. I can see that I'm going to have to be very stern with you. Do you understand?'

‘Yes, I think so,' I murmured, too afraid of her to disagree. Lovely Jan, whom I had always admired and liked, was turning out to be a disciplinarian far more strict than I had ever imagined possible.

‘Count out the strokes,' she added.

I tensed, hoping I could absorb the pain. She raised her hand and brought it down swiftly, the crack of flesh on flesh resounding around the room like an explosion. It pained, white hot and intense, the first stroke touching me on my exposed behind. My thighs quivered as I let out a great cry of horror and complaint.

‘Silence!' she demanded. ‘You failed to count out the stroke. I'll start again, just as I will every time you forget.'

Stupid me! I clenched my muscles again but to no avail. She hit home with a firm handed slap at the top of my right thigh. It felt as though the world was on fire, the sudden intense sensation giving way to a terrible smarting pain. My skin was glowing, I didn't need to look to know that. This time I didn't make the same mistake; I exhaled the count of one as though it were the only thing that mattered.

Bent over at the waist, skirt in hand, backside blazing, I counted out each stroke in turn. She was cool and efficient, spanking me on each bottom cheek in turn, making sure she turned every inch of my derriere red with pain. I howled and wriggled, the heat oozing into me, tunnelling into the desire that I could not deny. At last I was crying, wet tears rolling down my face as the pain turned to pleasure and I teetered on the edge of climax. She stopped suddenly, reached down and stroked between my thighs.

‘You
bad
girl,' she scolded. My bottom was ablaze with red heat, and I raised myself, waiting with delicious expectation for the blow to land.

I screamed and wailed as the jet of cold water blasted down onto me. She had turned the shower on, soaking my clothes and me. The cold water cascaded down over my spanked backside and down my thighs. It was not what I had been waiting for, and my desire seemed to expand, so that my body hungered for release, longed to feel her fingers inside me.

‘I want you dressed and downstairs in five minutes flat,' Jan warned, turning off the tap.

I stood up, body weak with desire, my backside smarting horribly. The cold water did nothing for the heat inside me, which blazed like an underground fire deep in my soul.

Jan was waiting for me, sitting in the front room, arms crossed impatiently across her chest. The stern look in her eye had not softened and it filled me with trepidation. I had dried myself quickly and changed clothes, now I was wearing a summer dress a good few inches above the knee, and so thin that she could see I was without a bra.

‘There's still the repair to the coffee table to arrange,' she reminded me. ‘And there are lots of things to do around the house.'

‘I'll get onto someone about the coffee table immediately,' I offered. My backside was burning, sending conflicting signals through my body, but I knew I had to fight the strange feelings bubbling up inside me.

‘Will I have to punish you again today?' she asked, her eyes gazing directly into mine.

‘I hope not,' I answered, my voice small and vulnerable.

‘Turn around, let me see your bottom.'