by Sarah Veitch
‘I know that now, I should have written to you or phoned you,’ she admitted haltingly. ‘But it’s only been in the past couple of days that Michael and I have fully become lov... that the relationship’s reached a more serious phase.’
‘Him whipping you like you’re a dog looked pretty serious!’ Reece said, glaring. He heard the grating tone in his voice, and wished that he could be man enough to walk away with his integrity intact. But he wanted to make her feel worse than she obviously did already, to hurt her just a fraction of the way she’d wounded him.
‘You’re sick, do you know that, Lisa? Really deviant,’ he said coldly, before walking out of the room and the Clinic, and out of her life.
Chapter Twenty
A percentage of the world would always see her desires as being deviant, Lisa admitted to herself as the days turned into weeks and she came to terms with what Reece thought of her sexual preference. Some people based their judgement on tabloid headlines. They mocked or ran from everything they didn’t understand. How could it be wrong to do something which gave you and your partner equal pleasure? A dominant and a submissive made for a sexual whole, like yin and yang.
She waved her final patient of the morning out then smiled as Michael walked smartly in.
‘Got time for a restaurant lunch?’ he asked, setting down some folders on her cabinet.
Lisa looked at her watch. ‘Has Carmen’s cooking fallen into disrepute, then? I was just going to ask her to make me an omelette so I could dine out on the balcony.’
‘She’s nursing a sore bum for leaving yesterday’s party barbecue unattended,’ Michael said shaking his head sadly. ‘It set the bushes alight.’
Lisa felt the familiar flicker of excitement thrill through her mons at his disparaging words and the accompanying bare bottomed image. But her brain registered jealousy and disapproval at the thought of his palms on Carmen’s rump. ‘Now that we’re... an item I don’t want you correcting other woman,’ she said with hard won honestly. She watched as Michael fingered his leather belt.
‘I’ve always kept strict discipline here. It’s what my staff expect. They’d be mutinous without it.’
‘And I’m mutinous knowing that you touch them intimately,’ Lisa said.
‘You don’t have the right to...’ Michael started.
‘Yes I do. I gave up Reece,’ Lisa retorted, glaring at him across the desk.
‘Mr Conventional? By the looks of things that wasn’t much of a hardship,’ her employer said.
She didn’t want to lose this man, but she had her own moral standards. Lisa stared down at her notes as she searched for a solution which would suit both of them. Sex with Michael was exquisite, but she wanted to be special, not one of the many women he was sleeping with.
‘I feel so jealous when I think of you entering someone else,’ she muttered disconsolately.
Michael stared at her as he perched on the edge of her desk. He pursed his lips together, then absentmindedly ran his fingers through his hair and across his jaw. ‘I’m not a saint and I’ve always been a free spirit,’ he said slowly. ‘But I can promise that after I’ve chastened them I’ll only please them with my fingers or by using a multi-headed vibrator on their sexual parts.’
‘And what’ll they do for you, doc?’ Lisa prompted, imagining Jamilla on her knees licking Michael’s manhood.
Her employer thought some more. ‘And they’ll only grant me the exact same pleasures back.’
Lisa nibbled her pen as she envisaged the scene. She quite liked seeing the other girls being chastised and enjoyed hearing their orgasmic groaning afterwards. Michael’s suggestion made for a fair compromise. She could live with that.
‘But will that be enough for them?’ she asked, knowing how much a woman could miss a man’s skilful thrusting.
Michael pursed his lips. ‘If it isn’t, I’m sure they’ll find a use for our rampant friend Bakar. And I can strongly suggest that they use their tongues to please each other. Most women I’ve met have Sapphic tendencies.’
‘Not me,’ Lisa cut in quickly.
Her employer smiled. ‘That remains to be seen, my dear.’ He looked at the clock. ‘But for now I have a luncheon reservation at two.’
‘Bon appetit,’ Lisa said.
Michael leaned closer. ‘Will you help me honour it? I can have you back here for your next patient’s appointment at four.’
She’d wanted to catch up on some work-related research, but how could she resist the offer of his excellent company and equally enticing food?
The restaurant was busy, their corner quiet. ‘By the way,’ she said after the waiter poured the wine, ‘if you’re getting to finger the female staff then I have the right to do the same to Bakar, if he desires it.’
‘You’ll be too busy nursing a scarlet bottom,’ Michael replied.
Lisa blushed at his words and at the helpless picture they created, but tried to hide her lustful shame. ‘Promises, promises,’ she murmured, then looked covertly at her ringless hands on the white-clothed table. ‘I’m a free agent, my love, so you can’t stop me from sleeping with someone else.’
‘That’s why I brought you here,’ Michael said gently. ‘To ensnare you.’ Her heartbeat quickened as he pulled out a small black velvet box. ‘Would you consider the most loving kind of captivity?’ he continued. He opened the lid to reveal both an emerald engagement and a gold engraved wedding ring. ‘Two rings - if you accept, that puts you doubly in my bondage,’ he said.
‘I love you,’ Lisa murmured softly. She could tell that her eyes were shining.
‘I love you too, you temptress,’ Michael murmured. ‘Does that mean yes?’
‘As long as I don’t have to use the word obey in my wedding vows,’ Lisa replied, smiling.
‘Your obedience goes without saying,’ her employer said.
The ceremony was small. He gave her a silver-handled cane as a wedding present. She promised him access to her derriere for an hour for refusing to take the more traditional vows.
‘Wonder why they call it a honeymoon?’ she murmured, as he carried her over the threshold in a Parisian hotel suite.
‘Because a bride tastes as sweet as the finest honey,’ Michael said, kissing her soft lips, ‘and because I’m about to pull your pants down to see the very full moon.’ He laid her down on the bed on her tummy, then walked towards the leather luggage near the door.
‘What makes you so sure I’m wearing pants? Should a diagnostic doctor be so assumptive?’ Lisa murmured, kicking off her shoes then rolling insolently onto her back. She watched as Michael unzipped one of the suitcases that they’d had sent ahead of them, then she licked her lips as he brought out the long thin silver-handled rattan. Why had she offered her hindquarters for a full hour? Even allowing for verbal sparring, he’d get in numerous strokes...
‘Oh dear, I put you on your tummy and you’ve moved without permission,’ the doctor said softly, approaching the King Size. ‘A wife must do as her husband bids,’ he added confidently.
‘A Victorian wife, maybe. Not a modern one,’ Lisa shot back. She shivered as his large hands spanned her waist and he rolled her firmly over onto her belly. She trembled as he started to peel off her short-sleeved white satin jacket and matching pencil skirt.
‘This modern wife is still due a whipping,’ Michael laughed, pulling down her white silk panties.
‘Yeah? By you and whose army?’ Lisa asked throatily as she felt him knead her bare buttocks as if preparing them for the cruel cuts ahead.
‘Oh sweetheart, this is all I need,’ her new husband murmured, raising the long cane then bringing it down on her disarmed bottom. And Lisa knew that it was all she needed for a life filled with love and discipline.
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