‘So I’m going to ask you first. What should I do with you?’
This was an unexpected twist. Wasn’t it up to him to decide on the gory details?
‘I don’t know,’ she said.
Her beautifully framed, almost bare, backside was subjected to a sudden hard, loud smack.
‘You missed a word off the end of that,’ he said, amid her yelps.
‘I don’t know … sir,’ she managed, stamping her foot as she said it.
‘Still not happy with the attitude, love,’ said Jason, adding another smack to the other side of her bottom, to even things up. ‘I think this lesson might be a long one.’
She pushed out her bottom lip, not that he could see it, and said in a much milder manner, ‘I don’t know, sir.’
‘Better. Why don’t you know?’
‘Because … well … because I thought it was up to you.’ She was desperate to get her nose out of that corner and face him. This conversation was even more difficult and embarrassing with him standing just behind her, his hands hovering near her bottom in case she said the wrong thing again.
‘You did? That’s good. Because it is up to me. But I’m just asking you to use your imagination and pretend the shoe’s on the other foot for a moment. What would you give yourself? For dishonesty, and a bit of disrespect on the side?’
‘Well … I don’t know. I suppose you’re going to –’ she took a breath ‘– spank me.’
‘Do you think that’s what I should do?’ He was relentless. He put a finger inside one of the webbed straps criss-crossing her bottom and pulled the elastic taut.
‘I guess it’s fair, sir,’ she said, just wanting this to be over with and adjusting her manner to top-level humility in the hope it would help.
‘Yeah, it’s fair. So you agree on that. Good. So I think you should ask me to do it.’
‘Oh …’ She floundered, unlacing her fingers from behind her back and flapping them in dismay.
‘But to my face,’ he elucidated. ‘Turn around and face me, and look at me when you’re saying it.’
She pivoted unwillingly, thinking that perhaps she ought to be grateful to have her bottom out of the danger zone, for a short while.
Her eyes met his. He was loving this! She chewed the inside of her cheek, trying to resist the impulse to protest again.
‘Look,’ she said, trying hard to retain some dignity, although the effort was clearly doomed. ‘I’m really sorry, sir. I shouldn’t have kept the truth from you. So will you please give me … what I deserve?’
‘And what you deserve is?’ He smirked.
‘A spanking, goddamnit!’ she blurted.
He threw back his head and laughed, then put a hand on her shoulder, urging her down to her knees.
‘Something wasn’t quite right about that, was it, babe?’ he teased. ‘Try again. Maybe a little bit of begging might be good for your bum.’
At least on her knees she didn’t have to look into his eyes. She couldn’t, without cricking her neck.
It was much easier to say these words to his thighs, somehow.
‘Please, sir, will you spank me because I deserve it,’ she mumbled.
‘Right. That was quite good. Only thing now is … I don’t know what to use. What do you reckon, Jen?’
‘Your hand,’ she suggested hopefully. Or – no – she should have suggested that little suede flogger that started out so softly and built up so sweetly.
‘For starters,’ he said ominously. ‘All right then. Up you get.’