‘When I’m ready.’
‘Perhaps we ought to start getting you ready.’ He slid a hand down, opening her cheeks, giving himself more space to explore the area with the tip of his engorged cock.
Jenna was simultaneously turned on and horrified by herself. How could she find such rude treatment pleasurable? But she did. She felt her juices begin to flow in earnest, just imagining Jason pinning her down and making her take it there.
He mustn’t know, though. What would he think of her?
‘I don’t know,’ she said huskily, ‘if I’ll ever be ready for that.’
‘Are you sure?’
She realised suddenly that she was unconsciously rotating her hips in tiny movements, inviting him closer and deeper. Whatever her mouth said, her body seemed determined to disagree.
‘I think you’re readier than you let on,’ said Jason. He kept u
p his pressure for a little bit longer, then released her.
She wanted to kick herself for the disappointment she felt.
‘OK then,’ he said briskly. ‘Spanking masterclass. Let’s get a chair and you can watch in the mirror.’
‘What?’
‘You asked me how I did it. I’m going to show you.’
He dragged over her armless velvet dressing table chair and sat himself down in it.
‘Come on then,’ he said, slapping his bare thigh. ‘Let’s have you.’
Jenna giggled and shook her head, but she knew this wouldn’t wash for long.
‘Oh, for God’s sake,’ she huffed, obeying after her moment of token resistance.
‘Look at yourself in the mirror now,’ ordered Jason.
Jenna glanced at the mirror and wanted to wail. She looked so extremely undignified, with her hair hanging over her face, her legs waving in the air and her bottom high and well-presented on Jason’s lap.
‘What do you think?’ he said.
‘I look really awful,’ she said.
‘You don’t. You look great. What you need to do is get the right posture. So if you straighten your legs and put your feet on the floor – yeah. See. That looks kind of elegant, especially if you keep them like that while I spank you. Tenner says you can’t though.’
It was an improvement, she had to admit. Her legs looked endless and shapely, and her bottom a luscious rounded peak. She gripped the frill that ran around the bottom of the chair in both fists in order to anchor herself in position.
‘Tenner, eh?’
‘Is the bet on?’
‘All right. Ten pounds to you if I kick my legs.’
‘Done. And you will be. Right, watch your bum in the mirror and see how quickly I can get it red.’
He began to spank her, lightly at first, so she could watch with pure fascination, unmixed with discomfort, and see how erotic the sight was. Jason’s hand, falling again and again on her defenceless cheeks, together with the look of intense but pleasurable concentration on his face was a powerful combination. Even more than usual, she was quickly worked up to a state of keen arousal.
‘I’m starting slow,’ he said. ‘You can already see how I’m doing it differently to what you were, when you thought you were alone. You were holding back right at the last second, because you can’t hurt yourself. I don’t hold back. That’s the only difference really.’
Now he really wasn’t holding back. The opening warm-up was over and his hand fell heavily on her wobbling flesh. She wanted to kick her legs, but she concentrated hard on keeping them straight and diagonal, putting all of herself into her thigh and calf muscles, so that they ached along with the sting of her behind. This dissipation of pain worked for a while, and she felt strong at being able to take what Jason gave and still hold on to her dignity.