“When I was small, my stepfather was a tyrant. He used to spank my sister and me for anything and everything. That was bad enough but as we grew older, he’d spank us in front of our brothers. They were never spanked, but they had to watch us. We were always bare, and you know when you are a teenager you aren’t happy with your own body, and to have to expose yourself in front of your brothers and sisters is bad. To hear him criticise your body and make remarks about how no man would want such a skinny, ugly bag-of-bones was devastating. My mother tried to stop him, but only earned herself the same treatment.”
She stopped. Her voice was suspended by tears and she felt him gently wipe them away with his thumbs as he held her face between his hands. He said nothing and asked no questions, for which she was very grateful.
“It affected our relationships with our brothers. We were all so embarrassed that for hours afterwards, we couldn’t look at each other. I thought when I finally left home and went away to work that it would all be over. I was naïve and mistaken. He had no intention of giving up his power over us, over me. I went back home once when my mother was ill and it was just the same. I said we must call doctor and he disagreed.
“‘Well, Miss June Bale, it seems my naughty little June is in need of punishment.’ I made the mistake of asking why. That made him more angry and determined. ‘You need a reminder of who’s the boss around here. Now get over here and bare that backside of yours, at once if you know what’s good for you.’ As he said it, he stood up and collected the leather-soled sipper he kept at hand. My knees almost gave way. To make matters worse, he threatened to call my brothers. So I gave in. He gave me a couple of dozen hard whacks and I almost bit through my lip. I was determined not to cry out, but the last one was too much and I did scream. It seems that’s what he was waiting for, because he stopped then.
“‘Go and stand in that corner, lift your skirt and think about what you’ve done wrong. I will sit here and enjoy the view,’ he said, satisfaction in his tone.
“I went to the corner, and when he let me leave the room I said good-bye to my sister and my brothers. I called the doctor, who admitted my mother to hospital. I stayed at a bed-and-breakfast until my mother was better, and I’ve never been back.”
“My poor little puss,” Davy said. He pulled her into his arms and held her as she cried and shook. “There, there, it’s over and he’ll never do anything like that to you again. It explains a lot.”
“What do you mean?” she asked, looking up at him.
“Why you act the way you do.”
“Well, I swore to myself that no man would ever have such power over me again, yet here I go handing it to you. If knowledge is power, you have more of both than anyone I know. I have told no one about this before,” Juniper said.
“But I'm not going to use it against you, my pet. I want only your happiness. I can see why spanking you is not going to be a success, and I want to repeat that I will never do anything you aren’t comfortable with. You have your safe words, and you can use them if ever you need to.”
She believed him, and as she cuddled into his arms, she began to calm down. What have I done to deserve such a man? This isn’t going to be easy for either of us. I don’t even know if it will work out. He says he doesn’t want me to be his sub when we are in the club, but will he always think that way? The longer I stay here working as a Domme, the harder it will be either to leave him or to submit.
“Well, love, if you aren’t worn out by now, I am. What do you say we just get into bed and cuddle each other to sleep?”
“Yes, Davy. I’d like that very much.”
* * * *
Davy awoke next morning to find Juniper still sleeping. Sometime in the night, she’d turned over and she slept like a young girl with one hand under her cheek. He collected a condom and then he bent to kiss her awake. Languorously, she rolled over onto her back and drew him down to her.
“Good morning, my sexy kitten. Did you sleep well?”
“Yes, I did,” she answered in a voice that was almost a purr.
“Well, puss, if you are willing, I’d like to carry on where we left off last night,” Davy suggested.
“Mmm,” she said.
He lay on his side and began to knead, tweak, and nibble her nipples. Soon they were hard, pink nubs, and she was panting. He licked, sucked, and nibbled his way down over her belly. She arched her back and moaned her appreciation. One finger lightly traced her folds. He trailed it up one side of her pussy, gently over her bud, and down the other side. He felt, rather than saw, the pout, so he chuckled.
“Patience, my kitten. You know it brings its own reward.”
“I don’t do patience,” she replied tartly, and he grinned. She’ll learn.
He opened her pussy lips using both hands, and then he licked his way up and down, again without ever touching her clit, and she squirmed, trying to get his tongue where she most needed it, but he wasn’t going to be rushed. He repeated the action, getting a little nearer this time and to his delight, his kitten growled. What a delight she is. He rewarded her with a couple of fingers thrusting deep into her pussy, and then twisting and scissoring as he withdrew them. Next, he rubbed his fingers inside her until he felt her stiffen as he found the special spot he was looking for. He massaged gently, then more forcefully as she moaned and sighed ever more loudly. Withdrawing his fingers, he carried them to his mouth and slowly licked them clean one by one as she watched him. He tore the foil, extracted the condom, and rolled it over his engorged cock. She licked her lips and his cock twitched.
“On your knees, my pet,” he said. His voice was gruff and betrayed his urgency. She complied at once. Dropping her shoulders, she parted her thighs and he settled himself between them. He grasped her hips and his cock found the entrance to her pussy. She pushed back as he thrust forward and he sank home, balls-deep in her heat. For a moment, he didn’t move, content to be where he was, but her internal muscles gripped him and he could no longer hold back. He began to pump in and out of her, taking care to vary the angle so as to give her the maximum of pleasure as he stroked over her G-spot. She pushed back into him and they established a rhythm, which gradually increased in tempo as his climax approached. He bent forward, releasing one hip, and his fingers massaged her clit. He felt her shudder, and as his hips bucked, out of his control, she came. A spectacular orgasm rolled over him, as her internal muscles spasmed around his dick in the aftershocks of her own climax. The hot cum spurted from his cock into the condom, in a seemingly never-ending flow. His legs wouldn’t hold him, and he collapsed onto the bed, taking her with him, in a tangle of arms and legs. How long they lay there, clinging onto each other for dear life, he didn’t know, but it was so sweet and satisfying. Eventually, he untangled himself and went to the bathroom to clean up. She followed him and they showered together amidst much squealing and laughter and the plying of washcloths soaked in fragrant shower gel.
Breakfast was a quiet, companionable meal. They called it breakfast, but it was almost noon by the time they had finished.
“I have to go into the club this afternoon. We have a meeting. What are you going to do?” he asked her.
“I need to do a food shop at some point today,” she replied.
“Well, the meeting ought not to take too long. Why don’t you take your book and sit in the Botanical Gardens and I’ll collect you? Then we can do the shop together? Make sure your mobile’s on. I’ll drop you there on my way to the club. If you get cold then go to the café near the Gatehouse. You can let me know where you are when I call you.”
Juniper agreed, and when the dishes had been cleared away, they went down to the car. Davy left her by the Gatehouse and drove off. She walked for a little way, and then she chose a bench in some shade and sat down. Taking out her book, she began to read. An hour later, she heard footsteps, but she didn’t look up until a voice she didn’t recognise said, “Oh, look, who do we have here? It’s Mistress Juniper.”
She looked
up then. Luckily, there were no other people nearby to hear. It was extremely bad manners to refer to her as Mistress in public in case someone overheard. That didn’t bother the two men who stood in front of her, smirking. She looked back at her book and tried to ignore them.
“Looking for business, love?” one lout asked her. When he received no reply, he snatched her book out of her hand. “What are you reading that’s more entertaining than answering me? Boring stuff, by the look of it.” He threw it on the ground.
“Maybe she wants to see your equipment first. Examine the goods before she buys,” the second lout suggested. His mate had his hand on his zip when a car stopped by the Gatehouse and a woman and a couple of small children alighted, and then the car drove off in the direction of the car-park.
“Saved by the bitch and her whelps, this time. Maybe you won’t be so lucky next time,” the first lout said nastily, and then he and his mate strolled nonchalantly away. Juniper took a minute to compose herself, and then she picked up her book. She threw it in the waste-paper-basket as she made her way to the café near the Gatehouse as Davy had suggested.
* * * *
In the meeting, Davy stayed behind and spoke to Doc and Mordor.
“Well, does anyone at all know anything?”
“No. It seems that they either know nothing, or they are too scared to tell us what they know,” Mordor said. “It may be because I’m doing the asking. It might be useful if we could find a sub who could do some listening and subtle questioning,” he added.
“That’s an idea. I’ll give it some thought. Anyhow, it seems it was a storm in a teacup and they have had their fun. I just don’t want anything else to happen to her.”
“Oh, yes?” Mordor grinned and winked, and then he slapped Davy on the back. “It looks as if you’ve fallen at last. I’m very pleased for you. She’s beautiful, if a tad prickly.” He laughed heartily at his own witticism.
“Did she bite your head off, then?” Doc asked, as he, too, grinned and winked.
Davy smiled at his friends’ teasing. Juniper was fast becoming an obsession. Becoming? That’s the wrong tense. “Has become” is nearer the truth. It was something I didn’t bargain for when I took her on as a Domme. Nevertheless, I can’t get her out of my mind. Do I want to? No, most emphatically I do not.
“Now I’d better ring and find out where she is, and go to collect her,” Davy said, provoking the ribaldry and teasing of his friends. He left them and dialled her number on his mobile as he went out to where his car was parked. She answered at once.
“Juniper, where are you? Still in the Botanical Gardens?” he asked.
“No, I had to leave there. I’m in the café by the Gatehouse,” she said, and her voice was a little unsteady.
“Why did you have to leave? What happened? Are you okay?” He ran to his car as he spoke.
“Just come and get me, please. We can talk face-to-face then. Don’t use your phone in the car.”
“No, of course I won’t. Just tell me if you’re okay,” Davy said in a worried voice.
“Yes, I’m okay,” she said, but he didn’t believe her. He put the phone down and in fifteen minutes, he walked into the café. She didn’t see him at first. She was sitting, staring into her teacup and twisting it in her hands. When she sensed his presence and looked up, the look of relief on her face warmed his heart and made his cock twitch.
He collected two cups of tea, and then he sat down opposite her. He set one cup in front of her and kept the other for himself.
“Now, tell me,” he said, possessing himself of her hands and stroking the backs. She was cold and she looked upset. She told him about the louts and what they had said.
“Did you recognise them?”
“No. I don’t think that I ever saw either of them before,” she said.
“And yet they knew you and your name. Someone is playing stupid games. I thought it was just an isolated incident, but it seems that I was wrong.” Absently rubbing her hands, Davy sat and thought.
No course of action suggested itself to him, but one thing was certain.
He’d be keeping her close to him until the dolts got tired and turned their attention to someone or something else.
“Let’s go to the club. We can eat in my flat and you can change there, too. Do you have many clients tonight?”
“No, just a couple of regulars and anyone who may ask for a scene tonight.”
“Well, we will go down as usual, and I will speak to the monitors and the other Doms. I’m not having this in my bloody club.” Davy’s eyes blazed. “Now drink up your tea and let’s go.”
* * * *
After a pleasant meal in Davy’s flat, Juniper felt better. She kept a set of clothes in her locker, so she collected them and, with Davy’s help, donned a black corset trimmed with red. The wisp of a skirt was red silk shot with black, and it changed colour as she moved. With her pale skin and black hair, it looked good. She smiled at the effect on Davy.
“That’s a powerful colour on you. You look magnificent, my kitten.”
She let out a mock growl and pretended to rake him with blood-red nails. He grinned and easily evaded her. She decided the outfit need a little something extra, so she painted spiders-webs on her brows and under her eyes. She added long, curling, black false-eyelashes and touched the tips with scarlet mascara. Mmm, all I need is my broomstick now. Well, I’d better face them. There’s no use putting it off. She took Davy’s arm as soon as she put on the black-patent high-heeled boots, with the four-inch spike heels. There’s no sense in risking taking a fall down the stairs. That’s not the type of entrance I want to make.
The evening in the club was peaceful to start with. Then, when she needed a couple of items, she couldn’t find her bag.
“I know I brought my grip down with me. I tend to keep it close to me, especially when I’m doing a scene. I have special scissors in there to cut the ropes if anything goes wrong and I can’t get the knots released quickly enough. The only time it’s been out of sight was when I went to the toilet. I left it here by my chair.”
“Was it there when you came back?” Davy asked.
“I didn’t look for it. I just sat down. Why would anyone want to take or move my grip?” She was puzzled. Can I be mistaken? She went over all she could remember, and she did recall leaving her grip by her chair.
“Wait a minute. There was a bit of silliness with a group of subs chasing another, and she was squealing. Now that was when you were in the toilet. I wonder if it was set up as a distraction. I don’t like noise and horseplay, and they know that.”
Davy stood up. Doc and Mordor and a couple of other Doms did the same, and then they all moved off to the subs’ area. Juniper saw a lot of surreptitious glances her way and heads shaking. It seemed that no one knew anything. Now, why doesn’t that surprise me?
One of the Doms had gone outside for a look around and he came back carrying her grip.
“I found this outside. I’m afraid it’s got a bit wet. Some idiot’s idea of a joke,” he said and glowered across at the subs, none of whom could meet his eye. “You’d better check and see if anything is missing.”
Juniper opened the grip and drew in a horrified breath. Inside, all her treasured hemp ropes had been cut, probably using her own shears, and then the shears had been damaged. Her paddles had been broken and few of the contents of the bag had escaped the same fate. She looked up and met Davy’s eyes. She knew he read the panic and terror in hers. He took her over to the bar and got her a small whisky. He left her with Doc, and then he went over to the other Doms. He was there with them in earnest conversation for a long while. When he came back to her, he was grim-faced.
“No one saw anything. No one remembers seeing anyone near your chair. However, that young sub running about almost naked with a pack of them after her was a distraction. I swear it. With all that going on, it would be easy to pick up your grip without anyone noticing. Mordor will go and look at the CCTV. Have you any mo
re clients?”
She shook her head.
“I will not leave early. I won’t give them that satisfaction.” She said no more, but he couldn’t persuade her to go. In the end, he gave up trying, and so she sat chatting at the bar with Doc over the glass of whisky for the rest of the evening.
For the next two evenings, she went to the club as usual, but one or other of the Doms called to collect her and drive her in if Davy couldn’t. She protested that this was letting “them” win if everyone had to dance to their tune and change their routines. Davy was having none of it, and in the end, she capitulated. Davy took her home every evening and they made love or slept exhaustedly in each other’s arms. It seemed all to have blown over and she was relieved. The third evening proved her wrong again.
Chapter Five
Davy was very tired, but he was certainly feeling more optimistic about the situation. Mordor hadn’t been able to get any new information from the security cameras. They were old, like the club was old. He’d been considering refurbishing for a while. Now he was beginning to plan a holiday in the summer. He could close the club for the month of August, when it was very quiet, anyhow. He and Juniper could go away somewhere warm and sunny and sleep on the beach all day. He was lost in the contemplation of his little pet in a skimpy bikini, when they arrived at her house. That same pet was dozing in the front seat, so he went round to her side of the car and opened the door. The cool night air made her shiver. He helped her out and they went up in the lift to her flat, hand-in-hand. When they got out of the lift, he saw in the dim light that there was something attached to the door of the flat. As they approached, it became clear that it was a wax image of her and it had a piece of wood driven though its heart. It was dangling by a string held up by the brass number on the door. She clutched his arm and went white. He took her key and got her inside, then he went and tore down the effigy and threw it in the dustbin under the sink.
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