‘I could do with a warm-up like that,’ said Trix wistfully. ‘House full of spankos and my own bottom remains whiter than white. Oh, the irony.’
‘Why don’t you … join me …?’
The words were out of my mouth before I knew it. I had really, actually, just invited another woman to be whipped by Jasper.
‘Well, I don’t mind if I do,’ she said, her mournful tone quite absent now. ‘But I think that’s Jasper’s decision.’
He gave the hardest stroke yet, making me kick against the pain.
‘Yes, Trix, you’re quite right. It’s my decision. Sarah, this isn’t like you. Are you sure?’
‘Yeah … why not …’ I panted. ‘Seems a shame … for Trix …’
‘OK,’ said Jasper. ‘Trix. Put down your tea and let’s have you over here, then.’
She couldn’t have been happier. She rushed inside the kitchen, didn’t even bother to put on boots but shimmied out across the snow in slippers, a robe and a brief nightgown.
Jasper made her take the robe off and I could only imagine how perishing cold she was in the little silky nightie that barely covered her bum. He was out of rope, so he made her stand facing the trunk of the tree, at right angles to me.
I saw her shivering and clenching her fists, but she made not one word of protest. When he ordered her to lift her nightdress and bare her bottom, she obeyed immediately.
I had a time of respite in which to become extremely aware of the melted snow in my bra and the slow return of life to my nipples, not to mention the burn of my backside. I watched Jasper apply his switch to Trix’s bottom a good dozen times. The red lines built up quickly and chaotically until her cheeks were cross-hatched with them. She didn’t cry out once.
He left her to it, and peeled my knickers down to mid-thigh. I made no attempt to stop him. Somehow, somewhere along the line, I had nose-dived into subspace. I was beyond the capacity to resist him.
‘This won’t last much longer,’ he said softly. ‘I want you to have the last of it, on your bare bottom, Sarah. I can’t thank you enough for this. I am very proud of you, and I love you very much.’
The last few strokes hurt so much on skin that was already boiling hot and sore. I sobbed through them and then saw, through the haze, Dimitri and Rosie watching transfixed from the fringe of the woods.
I was pleased they could see this. I wanted them to come closer. I wanted them to cheer Jasper on, tell him I should get more and harder strokes, offer to cut fresh switches for him.
But that was a subspace thing, a delirium – much more of this and he would break the skin.
The rods broke first, one by one, falling at my heels.
Trix stood, her skirts obediently high, her bottom rapidly cooling, sighing with jealousy at my harsher treatment.
‘Such a lucky girl,’ she breathed.
‘You’ll both be standing for breakfast,’ said Jasper, throwing down his curtailed bunch of rods.
Rosie and Dimitri ran over to us, but Jasper waved them into the kitchen.
‘There’s everything you need to make breakfast set out on the table,’ he said. ‘I’ll be in shortly. Trix – you’re in charge of the kettle. Chop chop.’
He clapped his hands and Trix dropped her nightie and ran after Rosie and Dimitri, still flushed with pleasure.
I felt my whole body collapse where I had held it taut. The rope alone held me up while the rest of me flopped. Jasper stood behind me and kept me from marking my wrists on the rope by wrapping his arms around me. I melted into him, just as the snow had melted in my bra, leaving it wet.
Somewhere in my consciousness there was cold, somewhere else there was hunger, but it all seemed very far away. More importantly, there was Jasper.
‘Is it good form,’ I said faintly, ‘leaving your guests to prepare their own breakfasts?’
He squeezed and I felt the pressure on my ribcage with joy and gratitude.
‘Never mind that,’ he said. ‘It’s extremely bad form to play a scene and then leave your submissive with no aftercare.’
‘Ah,’ I said, my eyes shutting. ‘Priorities.’
‘Yes. And my priority is you.’ He paused. ‘I can’t believe that just happened.’
‘Neither can I,’ I whispered.
‘What happened? What changed your mind?’
‘I don’t know. It just seemed right. Maybe it was seeing Rosie with Dimitri last night. He was so proud of her and she was glowing at playing that scene for him – really glowing. I suppose perhaps I wanted to know how that felt.’
‘Right. And how did it feel?’
I exhaled deeply, my thoughts too heavy to hold on to.
‘Amazing,’ I said. ‘It still does. It feels amazing.’
‘You aren’t embarrassed or ashamed?’
‘Not at all. That’s weird, isn’t it?’
‘Is it?’
He kissed my cheek and my ear, saving them from freezing solid.
‘I thought I would be. I thought I would be mortified. But I knew they understood, so …’
‘Oh, yes. They understand.’ He hesitated. ‘And Trix? You don’t mind …?’
‘No. It felt so unfair that she was left out of things.’
‘You weren’t jealous?’
‘I trust you.’
‘Well, in that case, we’d better untie you and get you inside, because I’d hate for that trust to be misplaced and for you to freeze to death on my watch. Come on.’
He unknotted the rope, then put my clothing right with the same gentle deftness. I told him there was no point keeping my bra on and he unhooked it and put it between his teeth while he pulled up my jeans. This caused the welts from my whipping to sting afresh and I cried out, but more with afterglow than real suffering.
Jasper folded me into an embrace, holding me against his body. His warmth seeped into me, heating my blood and bringing sensation back to my extremities. All the same, I was shivering like mad and had to be supported on the walk back to the kitchen.
When we entered into heavenly hot and steamy air, our three guests applauded. I escaped upstairs to change into something less hard on my bottom than the jeans – it was going to have to be a soft cashmere-knit dress with hold-up stockings and no knickers – and lay face-down on the bed for a while, pondering.
Eventually, the clatter of pans and scent of bacon lured me back downstairs.
‘What is it, the plan for today?’ asked Dimitri, bent over an unfeasibly crowded plate of everything imaginable.
‘Well, you know, I don’t think I have one,’ said Jasper, sipping coffee. ‘It looks as if more snow is on the way, so not much chance of getting out anywhere. Perhaps we could read through the movie? I don’t know.’
‘As long as it’s just reading,’ I piped up quickly. My first public scene had been wonderful, marvellous, but it was going to take time before my bottom was ready for another.
Everybody laughed.
‘Couldn’t we make a movie?’ Rosie suggested enthusiastically. ‘Like one of Trix’s? That was so good. Imagine what it would have been like directed by Jasper.’
‘And you are actor in this movie?’ said Dimitri with surprise. ‘Or you watch?’
‘I … don’t mind,’ she said, flicking her eyes down to her porridge.
‘What?’ Dimitri shoved his plate next to her bowl and leaned in to her, his bright-blue eyes wide. ‘Yesterday you are shy, today you are in the movies? Is that right?’
‘We’re all friends here,’ she said, looking around at each of us. ‘Right?’
‘Right,’ confirmed Jasper. ‘And, you know, if we did this, I wouldn’t distribute it. It would be a private little pleasure, just for us. No leaking on to the internet.’
‘I mean, everyone here has seen …’ She twisted her spoon around in her porridge.
‘Can we be clear on what’s being proposed here?’ said Jasper. ‘We’re talking a spanking movie, plain and simple? Nothing more … intimate … than that?’
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br /> Dimitri, Rosie and Trix all exchanged looks. I wanted to hide, but my feet wouldn’t move from their station by the toaster.
‘If it was just Dimitri,’ said Rosie. ‘I suppose I … I might. Not mind.’
‘Oh, my God!’ said Dimitri. ‘This is crazy.’
‘You don’t want to?’ She sounded crestfallen, almost tearful.
‘I don’t care. I am not a person who is ashamed of himself, or sex. Sex is great. I am great. Let’s make a movie.’
Jasper beamed, too charmed by Dimitri to even try to conceal it.
‘I want to work with you on all my projects,’ he said. ‘I don’t know why you aren’t a big star already.’
‘It’s because of my English,’ said Dimitri, failing to understand that the remark had been rhetorical. ‘I need still to make perfect.’
‘So are we all in?’ Jasper checked the room for nods of assent.
He got three.
‘Sarah?’
‘Oh, I’m not sure.’
‘That’s OK. I think you’re probably out of action for a day or two at least, anyway.’ His grin was satanic. ‘You can help me behind the camera.’
‘Best boy grip?’ I said hopefully.
‘Something like that.’
‘Then you will not perform?’ Dimitri’s eyes went big and sad and even his moustache seemed to droop. I hated to disappoint him.
‘I don’t think I can,’ I said. ‘But I can’t wait to see what you all come up with.’
‘OK, how about this?’ said Jasper, taking charge in his characteristic manner. The toast popped up and I listened as I buttered. ‘Trix, you are a famous submissive who has turned to training newbies in your marvellous manorial house, not unlike this house here.’
‘It must be lucrative,’ commented Trix, removing the teabag from her cup and depositing it in the bin.
‘Yes – you are world famous, after all. All the nobility and oligarchy of Europe come to you to find little ornaments for their private castle dungeons.’
‘What a life. Yes, I think I like that.’
‘And you are, of course, their favourite sub. They would all collar you, if they could. But you are loyal and faithful to only one man, the man who owns the house and runs the business side of things, namely me.’
‘Ah, I see,’ she smiled.
My heart shrank, a little painfully. Surely Jasper was not going to play a sex scene with Trix? Surely not? I paused in my buttering, listening more carefully.
‘But I don’t come into it yet,’ he continued. ‘You have been training a lovely girl who looks a lot like Rosie.’
Rosie flinched, then sat up straighter, looking like the girl who wanted to get picked for prefect. She always was a teacher’s pet.
‘Rosie has been doing very well,’ Jasper said, twinkling at her. ‘In fact, so well that she is now ready to embark on her new life as a career submissive. There is a Russian gentleman who has been in correspondence with Madame Trix, and he is very interested in taking on her new graduate.’
He bent his head to Dimitri, who bowed in return.
‘So,’ proceeded Jasper. ‘Scene One. Madame Trix and Rosie. Madame is putting Rosie through her final examination in the arts of submission – Rosie must serve her without making any mistakes. I think she might make a trivial mistake of some sort – maybe she spills a drink or something – and Madame Trix gives her a few strokes of something light, perhaps a flogger or a leather paddle. She is sent to the corner to wait for the gentleman’s arrival. Does that sound good so far?’
‘I like it,’ said Trix.
Rosie just blushed. ‘What will I have to do?’ she ventured after a moment, having apparently lost her appetite for the porridge. ‘I mean, when I’m serving?’
‘Pouring drinks for Madame, taking off her shoes and giving her a foot rub, that kind of thing,’ said Jasper. ‘And I think we might include an element of undressing, or something that’s sexual without your having to do anything you don’t want to do. Perhaps you could give me your own ideas with regard to that?’
‘OK,’ she said, quite gratefully.
‘It’s important that we all feel comfortable,’ he said. ‘Scene two will be our Russian millionaire coming to inspect the new addition to his household. Madame Trix will show her off, put her through her paces. There may, if Rosie is happy, be some sexual contact here. And a spanking – a good, long, hard one, I think. What do you think, Rosie?’
Rosie just gulped and nodded, her lips pressed together. Dimitri put his arm around her and hugged her close.
‘It’s only me,’ he said. ‘You know me.’
‘Scene three,’ Jasper continued. ‘The final scene. Dimitri has whisked Rosie away to his dacha, and I am visiting Trix because I have had a very good offer for Rosie. When I find that Madame Trix has made a private arrangement with the Russian, I am not best pleased. All kinds of bad things happen to Madame’s bottom. Fin.’
Trix clapped. ‘Oh, I like it. I get the best of all possible worlds. And Dimitri and Rosie get their little scene too. When do we start?’
They all looked so enthused that I felt a little forlorn at being left out of the action. All the same … it was better this way. It was definitely better this way.
The remainder of breakfast was taken up with people’s suggestions for lines of dialogue and different actions. I kept out of it, standing to eat my toast by one of the worktops. It wasn’t as if I could participate anyway. My bottom was too sore. And that had been well worth it.
After breakfast, everyone went to sort out costumes, while Jasper set up the camera equipment in the drawing room. I helped him, listening to his lectures about how they worked and how to keep them focused and shake-free.
‘You are OK with this, aren’t you?’ he said, pausing to give me a shrewd look.
I shrugged. ‘I suppose I wasn’t really expecting it. I don’t know what I was expecting, but …’
‘It’s just a bit of fun, to keep us busy while we’re snowbound,’ he said. ‘Nobody’s going to stop or start loving anybody else.’
‘Oh, I didn’t think that!’
‘Good. Because I might play a scene with Trix, but you and I both know that I’ll be acting.’
‘I know.’
‘You’re sure you don’t want a part? No reason why Trix can’t have two trainees.’
‘No, no, it’s fine. I’m too sore anyway.’
‘Right.’ He kissed me, quickly at first, then pulling me closer for a longer, more smouldering version. His hand crept under my cashmere skirt and was drifting up my thigh when there was a cough from the doorway.
I tried to jump away but Jasper held on to me, keeping his hand positioned exactly where it had been, mere inches from my pussy.
‘Ah, our Madame Trix,’ he said.
‘Sorry to interrupt,’ she said, sounding anything but, her eyes travelling gloatingly over my figure. ‘I just wanted your opinion on what to wear. Smart business suit or fetish gear?’
She was wearing her bathrobe wrapped tightly around her, so we couldn’t see what was underneath.
‘Why not one of each?’ suggested Jasper. ‘Fetish gear for the first scene, business suit for when the Russian comes to call?’
‘Superb. I’ll do that. I’m going to go and advise Rosie now.’
‘There’s a huge collection of outfits in the little dressing room opposite our bedroom,’ Jasper called after her. ‘They fit Sarah, so I think Rosie would be OK in most of them.’
He turned his attention back to me, and by attention I mean wandering hands.
Kissed into breathlessness, fingered into wetness, I heard footsteps on the stairs again and hurriedly disengaged.
‘Jasper, no,’ I panted when he tried to grab me. ‘People.’
He shrugged and went to his cameras.
‘I can’t believe Rosie is doing this,’ I said, trying to smooth over the slight awkwardness.
‘I can,’ he said. ‘Why shouldn’t she? She’s happy,
she’s doing what she wants to do. Expressing herself.’
‘Yeah, I suppose she was always good at that.’
‘Are you perhaps a tiny bit jealous?’ Jasper stood with a hand on his hip, giving me an amused look.
‘You know …’ I thought about this. ‘Perhaps I am. A bit. I wonder what it would be like to have fewer inhibitions.’
‘Nothing wrong with inhibitions, in their place. Otherwise what would the world be like? People shagging, or worse, on every street corner.’ He laughed. ‘We can’t all be exhibitionists, Sarah. Don’t worry about it.’
Trix entered in all her stately majesty, making my eyes pop open. Her hourglass figure was poured into a shiny black latex dress with lacing all the way up the back, from thighs to shoulder blades. The way the slim black cords criss-crossed her back and bottom was both aesthetically pleasing and undeniably alluring. She wore full-length black latex gloves too, and the kind of tottering-heeled court shoes that would very quickly earn me a broken ankle. Trix, however, strutted about in them without losing a mite of her poise. I didn’t think the floor would fare so well, and neither did Jasper, because he asked her to make sure she stayed on the carpeted areas.
She smiled with wet red lips and nodded. Her helmet of thick, short blonde hair looked perfect. She was like someone from an 80s style magazine.
‘Whoa, mama,’ said Jasper, impressed. ‘You just need the riding crop and you’re ready to star in a Madonna video. Or whoever has taken over from her these days. I’ll admit, I’m not well up on that kind of thing.’
‘Why, thank you,’ said Trix. ‘I’m leaving the props up to you, though. I’m presuming they’re in the house somewhere, but I didn’t want to snoop.’
‘Ah, yes. Sarah, could you go and bring us a selection? Anything you think might be suitable for our outline.’
I headed upstairs, thinking of the contents of our trunk of tricks. There was so much in there, it was never easy to choose.
Walking along the thick runner carpet in the upstairs passage, I noticed that Dimitri and Rosie’s bedroom door was open. A few steps further on, I heard noises.
I stopped in my tracks. I didn’t want to walk past now. They might see me.
Instead, I stood dithering and flapping my hands while the kissy-kissy noises turned into sighs and whispers and the odd little smack.
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