The Taming of Jessica (9 page)

‘Touching your what, girl?’

‘My – you know, my pussy,’ she said at length.

Jason laughed. ‘How coy. But that’s not the word I expect my girl to use. So why don’t you call it what it really is?’

Jessica felt her cheeks burn with shame, but she managed to force out her reply. ‘She was touching my cunt, master. And what’s more, I was enjoying it.’

‘I thought so. And what happens to naughty girls who let themselves be played with in public?’

‘They get punished.’

‘Indeed they do. And what’s more, they get punished in front of their husband, so he can see just how much work he’s going to have to put in if he wants to keep them in line.’

She supposed it was inevitable, given that the whole purpose of this week was to turn her into a well-behaved submissive who would do exactly as Max told her. But it would still be so embarrassing to have him witness Jason dealing with her as if she was a misbehaving child. ‘I’m sorry, master. I’ll do whatever you say. Please don’t punish me.’

‘It’s too late for apologies, girl. You’re going over my knee.’

‘What, here?’ The words slipped out before she could stop them. It was a reasonable comment, given that there appeared to be nowhere on this long, flat stretch of beach apart from the none-too-solid sun loungers where he could sit and make a lap on which to balance her, but she knew it could only sound as though she was questioning his authority.

‘No, you’ll be punished in my room. And just for your cheek, I’ll use something more severe than the flat of my hand. Max, if you’d like to come with us …’

With that, Jason dragged her to her feet. Holding tight to one of her wrists, he started to march purposefully into the resort building, making her hurry to keep up with him. Max followed a pace behind, and Jessica wondered whether he was watching the movements of her arse, as he’d done with Honey. Jason hadn’t given her time to readjust her swimsuit, and the loose material flapped around her waist, making her look and feel more ridiculous than she already did. They passed one of the maids responsible for housekeeping in the corridor close to Jason’s room, and though the girl said nothing, other than bobbing her head and offering a respectful, ‘Sir,’ to Jason and Max, the smile on her face as she regarded Jessica made it clear she had a very good idea of what might be about to happen to her.

Once in the room, Jason took charge. ‘Max, if you’d be so kind, there should be a rubber paddle in that selection box of toys Damon leaves in the nightstand. If you could dig that out for me while I sort this bad girl out, I’d appreciate it.’

Again, she was being discussed as though she wasn’t important enough to be directly involved in the conversation. Did her master know how demeaning she found that – and how shamefully thrilling?

While Max rootled around in the nightstand, Jason sat down on the low sofa, and ordered Jessica to get over his knee. Much as she wanted to string out the moment before she would have to present herself for punishment, she simply couldn’t do it – not when her master seemed determined to raise the stakes every time she did something to displease him. And a rubber paddle didn’t sound so bad, not compared to the cane Dos Santos had used on Honey’s backside. How much could something like that actually hurt?

‘Here we go,’ Max said. Jessica heard the sound of a drawer shutting. From her upside-down position on Jason’s lap, she watched her husband approach, carrying something which he slapped against his left palm in experimental fashion. ‘I have to say that Damon really does think of everything, doesn’t he?’

‘He certainly does,’ Jason replied, taking the paddle from Max. ‘You can pull up a chair if you like, but you’ll probably get the best view if you sit to my side on the sofa. That way you’ll really be able to appreciate how her arse colours.’

Jessica didn’t see Max sit down, but she heard the springs of the sofa creak slightly as he took a seat to Jason’s right. That meant he was sitting by her feet, rather than her head, with a perfect view of her bottom.

‘Right, let’s get this out of the way …’ As Jason spoke, he was reaching underneath her body, to catch hold of her swimsuit and edge it down. It seemed a superfluous gesture, given that her bum was already fully on display thanks to the thong design of the suit, but it seemed he wanted the garment pulled down around her knees, the elasticated fabric acting as a kind of impromptu restraint.

‘Very nice,’ she heard Max murmur, and realised he must be looking at her wet pussy lips where they peeped out from between her thighs. She remembered how he’d suggested spanking her with Mickey, his chauffeur, in attendance, and how her show of contrition had caused him to send the man away. Could he have known that, before too long, he’d find himself in the position of the excited voyeur, waiting for her punishment to be dished out by a man who wouldn’t let her apologies change his course of action?

‘Now, I don’t suppose you’re familiar with the paddle –’ For the first time since they’d entered the room, Jason was addressing her directly, though she knew he could just as well be talking to Max. ‘So take a good look at it before we begin.’

He held the implement under her nose. It was roughly the same size and shape as a table tennis bat, but made of black rubber about an inch thick. More solid than she’d expected, but still she didn’t view it as anything to be afraid of.

‘And one last thing. I don’t intend to give you more swats with this paddle than I think you can take, but if it does become too much for you, just say “violets”. That will be our safeword. Use it, and I stop at once. Is that understood?’

‘Perfectly, master.’ She had no idea why he’d chosen such a random word, but she supposed it wasn’t the kind of thing she would otherwise blurt out in the heat of a punishment.

‘So, are you ready for this, Jessica?’ he asked.

How could she ever be ready to beaten? She wasn’t Simone, who welcomed the lash of a whip with almost religious fervour, or Honey, who could find endless ways of manipulating a situation in order to earn a dose of chastisement. She was just an ordinary woman – if ordinary meant stretching her husband’s patience to the point where he believed handing her over to another man to be disciplined was the only answer. ‘Yes, master,’ she replied meekly.

Her master tapped the paddle against each of her cheeks in turn. Gentle taps, they barely registered on her consciousness. It didn’t occur to her that he was merely measuring his aim until it was too late, and when the thick rubber bat slapped against her with the full force of his arm behind it, she was completely unprepared.

‘Ow, that really hurt!’ she yelped, trying to rise up from his lap. Jason’s firm hand in the small of her back kept her in position.

‘It was supposed to,’ came the matter-of-fact reply. ‘If it doesn’t hurt, you don’t learn. And that’s what this is all about, right?’

‘Yes, master.’

‘Now be a good girl, and this will all be over soon.’

There was no way she could endure more than a handful of strokes from that thing. How had she ever thought it was some innocent alternative to a spanking? As the paddle fell again and again, she seemed to feel a dull ache spreading all the way through her bottom. Its broad, round surface slammed into both of her cheeks with every swat, piling pain upon pain. She writhed on Jason’s lap, feeling the solid length of his cock beneath her, separated from her bare flesh by only the thickness of his shorts. When Max had spanked her, she’d wanted him to fuck her afterwards, but he’d refused her the pleasure. What would happen this time? Would Jason take her, or Max – or both of them? Each of those scenarios was appealing in its own way, and she tried to think about them to take her mind off the agony of being paddled.

‘Are – you – sorry – girl?’ Jason asked, the words punctuated by hard slaps of the paddle against her tormented flesh. Her bottom felt as though it was scorching hot, and the blows must surely be turning her skin black and blue. She wanted to kick her legs, to try to disperse the painful sensations, but the swimsuit had effectively hobbled them, restricting her movements. It meant she could only wriggle, rubbing herself against Jason’s erection as she did. And God only knew what kind of display she was giving Max.

When she didn’t immediately answer, he repeated the four words, and the four slaps, even harder than before, if that was possible.

Tears sprang to her eyes. ‘Yes, master,’ she sobbed. ‘I was wrong to let Honey lead me astray. I’ll be good from now on, honestly I will.’

‘That’s all I needed to hear.’ He brought the paddle round to her face. ‘Now, I want you to kiss this and thank me for chastising you.’

She pressed her lips to the rubber, finding it hot to the touch. ‘Thank you, master, for punishing me, and for letting my husband watch you at work,’ she said.

‘Good girl,’ he murmured, close to her ear, the words a soothing balm to her soul. She was his good girl; she’d taken everything he’d given her and hadn’t even thought of using her safeword. And now, surely, she would be receive the reward that came from obeying him.

He helped her to stand, and she glanced from him to Max. Both men had prominent bulges in their shorts, and she couldn’t wait to give them the relief they must need.

Immediately, Jason dashed her hopes. ‘Max and I are going down to the bar,’ he said. ‘We have things to discuss. Until we return, I want you to stand in the corner over there, with your face to the wall and your hands on your head. You can think on what you’ve done, and consider how to rectify your behaviour in future. And if I find out you’ve moved in my absence, I’ll repeat the punishment you’ve just received.’

She wanted to ask how long he might be away, but decided against voicing the question, reckoning that if she did, his response would be more swats of that infernal paddle. He hadn’t given her permission to pull up her swimsuit, or remove it entirely, so she was forced to waddle over to the corner.

Max muttered something to Jason which she didn’t quite hear. The response was a short burst of laughter. Then the door clicked shut, and Jessica was left alone to wait for her master’s return.

Chapter Eleven

Max followed Jason out of the room. This wasn’t how he’d envisaged Jessica’s punishment ending, with her being left to reflect on her misbehaviour. She’d looked so gorgeous, so vulnerable with her bare bottom stained a fiery red, and he’d longed to pull her to him and kiss the marks of her tears from her cheeks. That, he now understood, was the real power the dominant held in this situation; the power to break someone down to their basic essence, then put them back together again. The power to hurt, and to heal. Wielded in the correct manner, it could only strengthen the bond he shared with his wife.

Maybe that was what Jason wanted to talk to him about, to see what he’d learned from watching Jessica having her arse paddled. And though he hadn’t wanted a drink when the punishment had begun, he was certainly in need of one now. His cock had risen to full attention as he’d witnessed Jessica’s humiliation, and it hadn’t yet begun to subside. When he’d encouraged the other man to bid for her services, he hadn’t realised it would mean he wouldn’t get to fuck her until the week was over and she was returned to him, a suitably contrite submissive. Sure, there was any number of house girls on hand, all of them willing to pleasure any of the male guests with whichever orifice was required, but it wasn’t the same as sinking your cock into your own wife and hearing her scream out her love and gratitude as she came.

The bar area was surprisingly busy. Glancing at his watch, Max saw it was half-past 12; perhaps a few pre-lunch aperitifs were being taken.

Jason had caught the barman’s attention. ‘I’ll have a beer, please. And Max …?’

‘Gin and tonic, thanks.’ He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a G and T, and he reckoned the barman, trained, like all Barada’s staff, to the highest standards of service and hospitality, would be capable of producing a pretty good one.

‘So,’ Jason asked, while they waited for their drinks, ‘how was it for you?’

Max considered his reply. At length, he said, ‘I think I’m beginning to understand it, the contract between dominant and submissive. What each expects from the other, and what the rules are. And I’m starting to discover things about myself I didn’t know, desires I’ve somehow kept repressed for a long time. But what about you, Jason? I mean, you’re what? Thirty?’

‘Twenty-nine.’

‘See, you’re more than 20 years younger than me, but you’re so confident in this world, so sure of what you want, and what you want your women to be. But when did you first realise you were a dominant?’

The barman interrupted before Jason could answer, setting a white paper coaster down in front of Max and placing his gin and tonic in front of them. A wedge of lime floated in the glass, and Max used a swizzle stick to agitate the drink, watching bubbles rise to the surface. He took a sip, enjoying the sharp, quinine bite of the tonic. Until that moment, he hadn’t realised quite how dry his mouth had grown, watching Jason paddle Jessica’s bottom.

Jason took a swig of his beer, and wiped foam from his lips with the back of his hand. ‘I think, ever since I first started taking a serious interest in women, I’ve always been excited by the thought of them being tied up and made to do things. When I surfed for porn online, those were always the images I lingered over longest, and I bought a couple of books of spanking stories that I read and re-read so many times the pages eventually fell out. But the first woman I ever punished, well …’

He took another drink, his eyes taking on a faraway quality, as though he was recalling events that Max suspected were never too far from the front of his mind.

‘Tell me about her,’ he prompted.

‘When I was 19, I used to train in a gym that was owned by an old boxing promoter. You wouldn’t know his name, but you’d recognise a couple of the lads he coached. Anyway, his wife, Christine, used to help out in the place, doing his paperwork, and she was a real stunner. Blonde, legs all the way up to her arse, and she always dressed in really short, tight skirts that showed her figure off to best advantage. All the lads used to fantasise about bending her over the ropes and giving her a good seeing-to, but for some reason she took a real shine to me.’

Max knew Jason wouldn’t need too much in the way of encouragement to spill all the details, but the feel of his reviving hard-on prompted him to mutter, ‘Go on.’

‘She cornered me one night, when I was the last one in the gym. Her old man had gone home, and she told me she needed help with some heavy equipment that he’d neglected to put away. Well, of course I was happy to oblige, but while I’d got my hands full shifting a set of dumbbells, she put her hands down my shorts and told me she needed to be fucked.’

‘And you obliged her there, as well?’

‘Are you kidding? She was putting it all on a plate and I didn’t know how to resist. And even if I had, I wouldn’t have wanted to. It’s your classic Mrs Robinson story – experienced older woman seduces naïve but very willing young man.’

Max found himself wondering how this had caused Jason to realise he was dominant, given this particular Mrs Robinson sounded like she’d been thoroughly in control of the situation. The younger man’s next words answered that question.

‘The next time Christine made a move, she took a completely different tack. She told me she’d been such a naughty girl, sleeping with me behind her husband’s back. I thought this meant he’d found out, and I was in for a real pasting, but instead she said the only way she could atone for it was if I was to punish her. And by punish, she meant spank.

‘Well, just like the previous occasion, she made sure the two of us were the only ones left in the gym. I think the fact we were doing it there added to the thrill for her, almost like she was hoping someone might come back for some reason and catch us in the act. Anyway, she persuaded me that she needed to have her bare bottom spanked. And the moment she got over my knee and I started edging her little pink panties down, it was like all the stories I’d ever read had come to life. Having her there, waiting for me to bring my hand down on her arse, it just felt
right
, you know? Like this was what I’d been born to do.

‘I spanked her hard and I spanked her fast, not knowing anything about varying the pace or building up the intensity. And she was wriggling and gasping and telling me what a bad, naughty, dirty girl she’d been, and how she’d never do it again … God, Max, I was as hard as a rock.’

That pretty much described his own condition right at this moment, Max thought, gulping at his G and T. Hard and in need of someone – anyone – to ease the ache in his groin. But there was still a little more of Jason’s story to come before he could make any attempt to seek relief.

‘By the time I’d finished, her arse was glowing beetroot, and when I rubbed it, it was so hot to the touch. My palm was red and stinging, but I felt such a sense of satisfaction. Christine was sobbing and panting and begging me to fuck her, so I did. To be honest, I only lasted a few strokes, I was so worked up, and when I came, I shot my come all over her bum cheeks, long, creamy strings all over that bright red flesh.’

‘And did you keep on seeing her after that?’

Jason shook his head. ‘Turns out her old man really had got wind she was screwing around behind his back, but he thought it was one of the other lads down the gym. I thought getting involved with her any further would be way too dangerous, even though I’d have loved to spank that gorgeous bare arse of hers again. I suppose it’s because she was the first that I’ve always had a thing about dominating older women. But after that, I started getting into the fetish club scene, and meeting women there. That’s pretty much it, until I got the chance to come here, and things moved on to a whole new level.’

‘So tell me,’ Max said. ‘What’s it like fucking Jessica when you’ve got her arse all red and sore?’

Jason shrugged. ‘You know what? I haven’t actually fucked her yet. I suppose I’m working my way up to that pleasure. But she does give a beautiful blowjob. Though I reckon I must be bigger than she’s used to, because she really has to stretch her lips round my –’

He broke off, no doubt realising what he’d just implied. At least he had the grace to look a little embarrassed, though Max’s reaction on learning that his wife was in the hands of someone who was considerably better endowed than himself was one of envy mixed with a strong desire to see Jessica writhing on the end of Jason’s dick.

He was distracted by some kind of commotion on the other side of the room. Three or four men appeared to be standing round in a half-circle, their backs obstructing his view of whatever had so obviously captured their attention.

He gestured to the barman, who ambled over, prepared to receive an order for a fresh round of drinks. ‘The same again, please,’ Max said, surprised to discover he’d finished his G and T while listening to Jason’s story. ‘And you don’t know what’s happening over there, do you?’

The barman craned his neck to see. ‘Looks like Mr Radford’s about to make some girl ride the Beast.’

‘The Beast?’ Max enquired. ‘And what the hell’s that when it’s at home?’

‘Let me make your drink, sir, then I suggest you wander over and take a look. It’ll be worth it, I assure you.’

When Max had a fresh gin and tonic to hand, and Jason another beer, they did as the barman suggested. They found themselves standing at the side of Sebastian Voller, whose blond hair already seemed to have lightened and his tan deepened under the influence of the Caribbean sun. Max once more offered silent thanks to Jason for helping keep Jessica out of the man’s clutches.

‘Come to join in the fun, eh?’ Voller asked, his tone surprisingly civil to Max’s ears.

‘The barman said something about the Beast. Do you know what that is, exactly?’ Max said.

‘One of Barada’s favourite toys, and mine,’ Voller replied, waving a hand towards what stood in front of the expectant group of men. ‘Take a good look. I’m sure you’ll work out how it gets its name.’

What Max saw reminded him of nothing so much as a bucking bronco machine, with its sturdy body designed for one person to comfortably straddle. However, where the bronco was designed to swivel and rock and unseat its rider, this appeared to be anchored more securely in place. And instead of a saddle, something far more erotic protruded from its back – a dildo of almost freakish proportions that he estimated to be a good nine inches long, and as thick as his wrist. Sinuous veins adorned its length, and it already glistened with a thick coating of lubricant.

To the side of the Beast stood Joe Radford, the oil baron who’d been one of Max’s dinner companions the previous night. The garrulous Texan had spoken at length about his desire to buy one of the other men’s wives in the auction and treat her to his own brand of Southern hospitality, and he’d succeeded in acquiring the pneumatic Adele Quinn. She stood next to Joe now, looking down at the floor, naked but for a striking clear plastic collar around her neck, and matching cuffs on her wrists and ankles.

‘All right, gentlemen, who would like to see this wayward little slut ride the Beast?’ Joe asked. His question was greeted by a chorus of raucous cheers. ‘Very well then, darlin’, I want y’all to get up on that thing and show these nice gentlemen how much of that big, thick dick you can fit in your snatch.’

Beside Max, Voller sighed. ‘Americans, always such buffoons.’

Max said nothing, though he suspected that if Voller was charge of this scene, he would have cut out all the preamble and placed the girl on the contraption forcibly. Just looking at the size of the dildo told him this was something to be approached with care, and mounted at the submissive’s own pace.

Adele climbed up onto the Beast, bracing her feet on the thin platforms on either side of the solid bulk of the machine. She poised herself over the dildo, appearing to take a deep breath as she mentally considered the prospect of sinking down on the mighty rod. She’ll never be able to take it, Max thought, looking at the girl’s petite body. There’s no way such an immense thing can fit inside her.

An expectant hush gripped the watching men as Adele held her pussy lips apart and began to sink down. Her eyes were closed and her face bore an expression of Zen-like calm as the dildo slowly disappeared inside her. Max yearned to step right up to the Beast, so he could have the best possible view of the fake cock cleaving its way into Adele’s soft depths. It must be really stretching her wide, and he wondered how she bore the sensation in almost total silence. Only the occasional gasp gave an indication that she was feeling any kind of strain. His skin flushed hot, and his cock, which had finally begun to subside after the excitement created by watching Jason punishing Jessica, reared up as hard as before. Discreetly, he adjusted himself in his shorts, though when he looked around he couldn’t help but notice that already one or two of the other men were making no effort to hide their arousal, stroking themselves openly over their clothing.

When as much of the plastic rod as she could possibly take had lodged itself in Adele’s channel – and Max was stunned to notice that less than a couple of inches of the rude, flesh-coloured thing were still visible from between the girl’s splayed thighs – a smattering of applause broke out.

‘Wow!’ Jason muttered beside him, his voice strained and husky. ‘I really didn’t think that was possible.’

‘Don’t let the little slut’s appearance fool you,’ Voller retorted. ‘I’ve seen her take an entire fist up her pussy, and another up her arse, before now. Nothing is too much for her. Mind you, who can be surprised she’ll offer herself to anyone when her husband can only get it up if he takes one of those little blue pills beforehand, hey?’

‘Thank you all, gentlemen,’ Joe Radford was saying, ‘thank you kindly. But that’s only part one of the performance. You can see how snugly this wicked little darlin’ fits on the Beast, but what’s going to happen when she starts to ride it?’

For the first time, Max realised that the Texan held in his hand a remote control, not dissimilar to the one he used at home to change the channels on the TV. He pressed one of the buttons, and the dildo juddered into life, beginning to move in a slow, smooth up and down rhythm. Max couldn’t help wondering who might have constructed this fucking machine, and whether it had been to Barada’s specifications, or whether there was a wider market for these extreme mechanical toys. Jason had mentioned something about visiting fetish clubs, but the expression on his face suggested he’d never seen anything like this there, for he seemed to be equally as enthralled as Max by the sight of the huge artificial dick powering into Adele’s cunt. The steady pace of the Beast was clearly causing her no problems, for she moved in time with the thing, caressing her big, firm tits and wiggling her arse, behaving almost as if she was astride a human lover. Max couldn’t be entirely sure, but as she hitched herself up slightly, he could swear there was more in the way of lubrication on the mammoth shaft then there had been before, and that Adele’s own juices were mingling with the sticky covering that had been applied to help ease her passage onto the thing.