Learning to Live with Her Master [Prometheus in Chains 4] (Siren Publishing Classic) (4 page)

“Uh oh,” said Master Alexander jokingly. “Not a wise move.”

Jane turned to face him and glared at him, too. Here was another one telling her what to do, and moreover he was hardly wet behind the ears. She was old enough to be his mother. How dare he?

“Shut the fuck up!” she yelled.

In the silence that followed, Jane had time to realise what she’d done. Master Angus spoke in a cold tone.

“Emma, we will speak tomorrow. Alexander or Ruari can drive you home.”

“Thank you, Master Angus, but Master Eric is waiting outside in his car.”

Jane didn’t have control over herself. In spite of knowing she was going to be in hot water, she just couldn’t let it go.

“Oh he is, is he? Just let me get at him.” She set off to the front door. She was stopped in her tracks by two large hands around her waist, lifted off her feet, and pulled back to his chest.

“Good night, Emma, see you tomorrow at ten,” said Master Angus in a firm, cold voice, and Emma left.

“Jane,
enough.
” She knew better than to disregard that voice and, as he whispered in her ear that she was already on ten smacks and could easily have the amount doubled, she decided it would be better to say no more.

Master Angus sent her upstairs with orders to be stripped and waiting for him in the playroom. At first, she’d been grateful for that as the soundproofing would prevent his nephews from hearing her cries, and then she wouldn’t feel so embarrassed on meeting them at breakfast, but they were to be there. She stood in the middle of the room, head bowed and her hands behind her back, and she knew better than to speak. She didn’t know what had come over her downstairs. She’d been tired after the journey, and to have all that sprung on her was just too much. She began to feel sorry. She was sorry for her actions, her words, and even more sorry for herself. She’d brought a spanking on herself when all she really wanted was to go to bed and curl up with him.

Before he sent her upstairs, Master Angus had said, “I’ve been very patient with you, Jane. You’re tired and upset at what has been done to Emma, but Masters Ruari and Alexander have witnessed your unruly behaviour to me, and you were rude and disrespectful to them. This being so, reluctantly, I am going to let them witness your punishment. You will be silent and you will take the ten smacks, then they will leave.”

She had gasped in dismay at his words.

“Yes, Master,” she whispered. What had she done, and how was she going to look them in the face tomorrow? Well, maybe she could keep her eyes lowered. They were Doms after all and would expect that. At least
they
weren’t going to spank her. She would just have to grin and bear it, though she suspected there would be more of the latter than the former, and she was right. She didn’t want those young men to see how aroused she got when he spanked her. She knew they were Doms, so they were used to it, but she was old enough to be their mother and it embarrassed her to let them see her naked, her nipples pebbled and her cunt dripping. Well she had no one to blame but herself. She had to admit that she was excited by the prospect of the spanking. She did love Master so much. She knew he enjoyed her submission to him, and, if she was honest, she enjoyed his control over her. She’d promised willingly to submit and allow him to guide. He was coming soon.

Master Angus came into the room and nodded with approval when he saw her standing naked and in her submissive pose. The two nephews came in behind him and took up positions where they could see her face. Thank goodness they were not at the other end, this way she had a modicum of privacy. They wouldn’t see how aroused she was. What did it matter? They knew she was his sub and would expect her to be excited now.

“Why are you being punished, Jane?”

“I was rude and disrespectful to Masters Ruari and Alexander, and I challenged you, Master.”

“Yes, you did. And are you sorry?”

“Yes, I am, Master.”

“Over my lap and don’t move out of position!”

She lay over his lap and held on to his leg with both hands.

“I want you to count, Jane.” With that his hand came down hard on her bottom. It was very difficult to keep still, but she managed to choke out, “One!”

This was worse than anything she had experienced so far. The caning at the club had not been done to punish her, and that had hurt, but not so much as this. Then she had been aroused, but they had been alone. She knew he was displeased with her, and the spanking felt so different because of that. He wouldn’t have wanted to spank her in front of them but she’d left him no choice. Her bottom throbbed, but his hand came down again.

“Two!”

She managed to keep still, and she was determined she’d not cry out with his two nephews in the room. She realised that she’d gone too far and let him down in front of them, so she wished to make amends and accept her punishment in silence, but it was going to be a near thing. The heat in her bottom started the tingles. Her nipples ached and she felt the cream pooling between her legs. She was glad they couldn’t see that!

“Three!”

She was not even halfway, and tears leaked out, but she would
not
give in. She had to accept their presence. It was her own fault they were there. She knew he wouldn’t push her limits too far. She trusted him.

“Four!”

“Five!”

Halfway. Whichever fool had said it was all downhill after the halfway point had never been in her situation.

“Six!”

“Seven!”

Would it never end? She felt the cream running down her legs. Her poor bottom must be red, it felt so hot. She longed to rub it.

“Eight!”

“Nine!”

Almost done, she was so hot and aroused. She was ashamed of her behaviour. A fine sub she’d turned out to be! Would he fuck her when he had finished or would he be too angry with her? She’d no idea. His hand was warm and she’d bet it hurt, too. He could have used a paddle, but best not think that in case he finished off with one. She felt him reach for something and the blow that landed last was a stripe of fire across both her bottom cheeks, and she cried out. She was unable to help herself. Her first instinct was to leap up and rub her bottom, anything to stop the stinging pain, but it seemed to add to her arousal and she couldn’t understand it. He hadn’t told her she could move. She managed to keep herself still, then she heard the door close and he said, “Up!”

She got up to stand in front of him, tears of confusion now falling thick and fast. He looked at her, and she heard him say sadly, “Well, Jane, I was hoping never to have to do that, but I did warn you that
I will not
be challenged. It was a near run thing for you. I almost put you over my lap there and then but didn’t want to do it in front of Emma, for which you should be grateful. Also I used my hand until the last smack, but if ever you put me in the position of being so embarrassed in front of others again, it will be the crop for all your punishment.”

“I am sorry, Master,” she said and she looked into his eyes, expecting disappointment. She saw only pain and such pain. Had she caused that? She couldn’t bear to see such pain in his eyes.

“Do you understand what I want? And can you accept that I
will
be master here? You will have to take that into account however angry you are. I will
not
be challenged and certainly not in front of others. If you do challenge me, I
will
punish you.”

“Yes, Master. I can accept that,” she said. She reached out her hand tentatively and touched his cheek. He turned and kissed her hand then gathered her into his arms, burying his face in her hair.

She didn’t
ever
want that crop descending on her backside again. It was so impersonal, she wanted his loving hand chastising her. She wasn’t hearing anything she hadn’t heard before after all. He’d told her that what she did and said and how she did and said it would reflect on him. People would be looking at her and judging them both from her behaviour, and she’d said she accepted that. Now the first time he’d tried to stop her doing something, she’d rebelled and shamed him in front of others. She hung her head, and tears of mortification flowed as she heard him say, “Master Prometheus has dealt with jessica in a way that avoids all messy publicity for the club and all concerned, especially Emma. jessica will be paying back all the money she spent in Emma’s name, and you can read the letter she has sent to all at Curvy Woman and to all those she e-mailed at the club. She has apologised for all the abusive lies and threats she wrote. The Doms are satisfied. Her new Master is Rhys, and he is young and keen. He will take her back to Wales and she will be part of a triad. She has a chance to make amends and start a new life. Master Rhys was trained by a very strict Dom who is well known in the BDSM world. She’s not getting an easy ride as Master Rhys will be keen to do a favour for Master Prometheus.”

At this, in spite of everything else, Jane gave a watery chuckle as she remembered another favour ostensibly done for Master Prometheus. Her Master had been asked to show her round the club on her first visit. Ostensibly, it was done as a favour to Master Prometheus, who was always trying to find a sub for Master Angus. On that occasion, however, her Master had wanted to meet
her
, and had made sure that Master Prometheus chose him.

She could see he was as tired as she was and like her, wanted his bed. He’d probably wanted his bed from the start and not to have to deal with his wife’s tantrum. She loved him so and wanted to forget about the whole incident and that pain in his eyes. She was aroused by the spanking and wanted him to fuck her, too.

He pulled her onto his lap and she humphed as he rubbed her bottom gently, then she hissed as her bottom came into contact with his legs and he stood her on her feet.

“Let’s go and have a cup of tea, then we can go to bed. I’m so tired, mo run, and so must you be. Tomorrow is another day.”

Jane knew that, in spite of what she’d said to Master Angus, she wouldn’t be able to contain herself if jessica came anywhere near Emma. She’d taken a long time to stand up for herself in the club, but in so doing, she had regained her pride in herself. She knew it had taken her a long time because of the loss of her husband and the depression it had caused. Before she lost her husband, when she had been working, she would never have allowed anyone speak to her the way jessica had, calling her fat and ugly and saying she had no place in the club. Thanks to Master Angus she had recovered her self-respect. He’d forced her to face her fears and helped her to conquer them.

It was a whole new ball game where her beloved Emma was concerned, and at the thought her hands curled into claws. She would sort that jessica out once and for all and be damned to the consequences whatever they were. She’d take them just for the satisfaction of stopping the bitch and protecting her little Emma. Then she smiled. “Little” Emma was as tall as she herself and all grown up, but to Jane she would forever be the little girl who loved her and sought comfort in her arms. Then she thought about the pain she had seen in Angus’s eyes and knew she didn’t ever want to be the cause of such pain again. She hoped that the problem had been sorted out, and she wouldn’t be obliged to face the choice.

After the cup of tea, they decided to soak in the bath. Angus wasn’t so keen on the bath gel, but he put up with it, as he thought she should have some indulgence coming after her graceful behaviour in the playroom. It couldn’t have been easy to remain silent for so long nor let the two young men watch. She was certainly aroused by the punishment and probably embarrassed by their presence. He had been really upset when she cried out at the one stroke of the crop. He had not even hit her very hard. Maybe it was just the surprise of it not being his hand, he thought. It had been so difficult. All he wanted to do was to pull her into his arms and tell her he was sorry. He couldn’t do that and negate the lesson he had wanted her to learn, but he so hoped she had learned it. He’d spanked her before but in intimate situations and for risks she’d taken with her own safety, never before when he’d been so angry and disappointed. He was sorry and only human. He knew himself and had told her he would be master in his own house, and she’d said she understood and could accept it.

He sighed as he took the huge, soft, real sponge he had bought her, and using her favourite spa soap, he washed her all over, paying particular attention to her breasts and pussy and having her bend over so he could soothe her rear end. He remembered when he’d bought the sponge in the Corte Inglés near the Puerta Del Sol on their stop-over in Madrid. She’d thought it was too costly, and had looked at him, trying to protest the price. But he’d placed a finger over her lips and whispered, “Silence, little darling, don’t challenge me on this, I want you to have it.”

She’d protested no more after that. He’d taken her to buy bath gel and soap, the hydrothermal spa ones she’d found and loved. He placed a huge order and had them shipped home, keeping the sponge and one of each to use while there. He wrapped her in a soft, warmed, fluffy bath robe and dried her carefully then applied lotion to her bottom, and he heard her sigh again in appreciation. He dried himself quickly, and then they went to bed. The scent of the soap on their skin brought back many, many tender memories, and he heard her sigh. She remembered, too, he had no doubt.