The Brat and the Master - a BDSM Erotic Novel
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‘Not entirely. I do my bit, and it’s nice to have something to fall back on, but Elaine’s flat fetched a good price. The four of us are together, though, formally. Elaine’s taken my black rose tattoo, to match Jasmine’s, on her pussy. Caroline’s got one too, but a bit more complicated.’
‘What a change! Does Elaine get spanked?’
‘Frequently – by me, even by Jasmine and Caroline occasionally.’
‘Oh bliss! Lady high-and-mighty, butter-wouldn’t-melt-in-my-mouth Sappho has learned that it’s nice to be spanked. Do you think she’d let me do it?’
‘I’m sure she would, if you ask nicely. Be tactful, though, she’s still a bit sensitive about what happened. Did you see the papers?’
‘Yes, “The Black Rose and the Baritone”. What was it they called you?’
‘Lots of things, but my favourite was “An unashamed pervert and a Lothario fit to make Don Juan and Casanova look like choirboys”. I didn’t bother to read the tabloids, but I’ve seen the pictures on the net, including the one of Jasmine with her nappy down.’
‘Are you going to sue?’
‘Probably not. After all, Jasmine’s got the house and they’d already paid out compensation for hacking our voicemail, which is how they knew we were going to be at Mark’s, of course.’
‘I’d figured that one out. So what happened with Jasmine’s parents?’
‘Oh they raved and ranted and told her she’s going to Hell for eternity, but there’s nothing they can do. Old Rudge’s will is cast iron, his house is hers and the lease on The Gatehouse has expired, so that’s that. We were lucky, though, because if it hadn’t been for the press and whole mess coming out in the papers, the executors might never have managed to trace her after she ran away with Paul.’
‘That’s true.’
‘Ironic, isn’t it?’ Adam went on. ‘Her parents going on about the wages of sin, which in this case seem to be a fine Victorian mansion in return for teasing a lonely old man into giving her spankings.’
‘Not to mention a rich boyfriend to continue with the spankings,’ Lucy added.
They drove in silence for a while, each thinking their own thoughts, until Adam turned off the main road and up the steep, winding hill that led to the moors. Although it was barely an hour since he’d left the house to collect Lucy from the station, his feelings of nostalgia grew quickly and there was a catch in voice as he began to point out familiar landmarks.
‘Up on the crest of the hill, where the woods end, that’s where Jasmine gave up her virginity to me. The white house to the left is where I used to stay, every summer for more than 20 years. When we get to the top of this rise, we’ll be able to see the house. I’ll stop, because it’s the best view.’
He parked beside the gate of what had once been his grandparents’ house, climbing out to look down the slope onto the once-immaculate garden next door, now overgrown but with bright flowers pushing up among the weeds. Beyond, the black blossoms of his roses showed through the panes of the conservatory, as did the back of Elaine’s head. She appeared to be busy with something. There was no sign of Jasmine but Caroline was visible beside The Gatehouse, wielding a strimmer which she turned off as she saw Adam and Lucy. Adam waved, and as the noise faded, he found he could make out Jasmine’s distinctive squeals and the rhythmic smack of a hand on soft, feminine flesh, coming from the conservatory.
Adam smiled. Down in the house called Foxdens a girl was being spanked.
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