To Seek a Master (11 page)

It was worse on the street, where half the population of the town seemed to have gathered, and only the sure knowledge that her top would prove unequal to any more strain prevented her from making a run for the beach and the cover of the sea. A glance at Chris showed that he was enjoying himself immensely, and she managed a weak smile as they waited for the lights on a pelican crossing.

As they crossed a car hooted, maybe for Laura, maybe not, but the sound made her jump and set her blushes hotter still. Once across, they quickly reached the beach, reducing Laura’s embarrassment, but only briefly. The large round pebbles made it hard to walk and hurt her feet, forcing her to support herself on Chris and making it impossible to walk with dignity. They had also passed the line of old men in deckchairs, who were now staring and making remarks among themselves. Laura couldn’t make out their words, but she could imagine their mingled disapproval and amusement, scorn and lust. She tried to hurry on, slipped as a pebble moved beneath her foot, fought for balance, caught it, only for the motion to tug her bikini top up, exposing both shamefully stiff nipples to the gaze of the old men and several dozen others.

For one awful moment Laura was in a state of blind panic, clutching at her breasts in an effort to cover them but still not properly balanced, until a supporting arm from Chris and a quick adjustment of her bikini top saved her from at least the worst of her embarrassment. A few more careful paces and she had reached the sand, shaking badly, her body flushed hot, but at least able to walk without risking making a complete exhibition of herself.

Never has she been so conscious of her body, or of male attention to her bottom, breasts and the tiny triangle of scarlet cloth that alone shielded her sex. Not sure that she could cope for much longer, she turned away from the town and the long stretch of uncrowded beach beneath the cliffs. Chris made no effort to change her path, sparking her gratitude for all that he was the one who had pushed her into showing herself off, only for a sense of disappointment to well up as they drew clear of the busier areas.

‘Do you think this is far enough?’

‘Not for what I have in mind.’

Laura swallowed, sure that at the least she would be made to sunbathe nude, maybe to swim naked, thoughts that filled her with a delicious sense of arousal and naughtiness. Work and the routine of her life seemed distant and irrelevant, Chris the centre of her world and the perfect man, a man who would bring her out of herself, who could take her to heights beyond anything she’d known before.

She let him lead, far up the beach to where the crumbling yellow cliff had formed spurs and alcoves, each creating a private world of warm, golden sand, open to the sea, but hidden from curious stares. Some were occupied, some were not, but only when they’d moved well past the nearest group seated on the sand did he pull her in between two long spurs. His voice was a low growl as he spoke to her.

‘Brace yourself against the cliff, as if I was going to give you a body search.’

Laura hastened to obey, setting her feet wide and leaning her hands against the surface of the cliff with her back pulled in to exhibit her bottom. Chris grinned and moved back to make a quick check to ensure nobody was approaching, then took out his mobile phone.

‘One for the long cold evenings when I’m old. Say cheese, and stick that bum right out.’

She laughed and blew him a kiss, her bottom pushed well out as the phone camera clicked to record her rude position. Chris took several shots, with Laura happily showing off, even tugging her bikini open to show off her bare breasts before once more getting into position against the cliff as he put the phone away. Again he checked the beach, before tugging down his fly to free his cock and balls into his hand. He was already half stiff, and pulling at his cock as he stepped close to Laura. One quick motion and her breasts had been spilt from her tiny bikini cups, another and the pants were down. He came behind her, cupping a breast in each hand as his cock settled between the cheeks of her bottom. She stuck her hips out, accepting him as he guided his cock lower, to find the entrance to her sex and push in, deep and hard.

A sigh escaped her lips as she filled, and again each time he pushed into her. Never had she felt so feminine, so sexual, paraded for men’s pleasure and then stripped and taken in the open air, her near naked body perfectly vulnerable to the man who seemed to understand her needs so perfectly. Better still, he was going to make her come, his hand snaking around her belly to find her sex and to rub at her as he continued to thrust himself deep from behind. She began to beg him to do it, lost in ecstasy too strong for her to care as the dirty words spilt from her lips. He chuckled to find her
so
abandoned, and with that Laura’s reserve broke down completely.

‘Do it, Chris, make me come … make me come while you fuck me … right in, deep in, and while you do it smack my bottom, please … smack my bottom, Chris, rub my pussy and spank my bottom!’

He didn’t answer, too busy with her sex and breasts, and the effort of thrusting into her and masturbating her at the same time. Again she cried out, begging to be spanked, but too late, her muscles locking in orgasm as he brought her off with a well-practised finger and a moment later he’d come himself, pulling free at the last instant to do it over her naked but unsmacked bottom.

Laura sank slowly to her knees, her muscles still twitching from the power of her orgasm, her ecstasy fading slowly to be replaced by embarrassment for what she’d said. Chris sank down beside her, to hug her and kiss her neck, then whisper into her ear.

‘What was that you said? Does somebody like her botty smacked?’

At his words she seemed to melt, her muscles and her will-power giving way as one. Her bottom was still pushed out, ready, his hand moving slowly down the curve of her back towards his target, touching the swell of her cheeks, teasing between to make her sob and shiver, and stopping abruptly at the sound of voices.

‘Bugger.’

Chris moved quickly away, leaving Laura to struggle back into her bikini before peering out from their hiding place. The group they’d seen playing football earlier were coming along the beach at a run, and it was only their coach’s shouts of encouragement that had given them away. Laura shuddered as she imagined how they’d have seen her, kneeling all but
naked
with her bottom pushed out to be smacked, an image from her darkest fantasies and far beyond what she would have wanted in reality. Chris merely chuckled.

‘Back at the hotel, perhaps?’

‘Yes, please.’

Once more he took her by the hand, Laura now so far gone in her erotic haze that is was hard to imagine the other people around them as anything more than bit players in her fantasy. She was going to be spanked, and she was half wishing she already had been, so that they could all see her pink bottom and wonder, not knowing if she and Chris had being playing rude games, or better still, if she’d been naughty and he’d had to spank her for real.

As she was led through the foyer she was imagining that they all knew, every man and every woman, aroused or amused as she was taken upstairs to be punished, to be spanked like a wilful brat, perhaps for flaunting herself in her tiny bikini. Had Chris put her across his knee then and there, in one of the big overstuffed armchairs with everybody staring as her bikini pants were taken down, even then she wouldn’t have resisted.

He had more control, but only just, kneading her bottom as they walked down the corridor and sending her into the room with a preliminary slap, the door still half-open behind them as he took her to the bed. Laura was in heaven as he went through the little ritual she had played over so often in her mind over the days before; seating himself comfortably and patting his lap.

‘Bend over. I’m going to spank you.’

Laura obeyed, lost in bliss as she got into position, bent down across his knee, on tiptoe to make her legs as long as possible and bring her bottom up. Chris put an arm around her waist, holding her firmly in place as his other hand went to her bikini bottoms.

‘Better have these down, don’t you think?’

All Laura could manage was a sob, her eyes now shut as she concentrated on the overwhelming sensation of having her bottom exposed for a man to spank for the first time in her life. Chris tugged and it was happening, her tiny bikini bottoms drawn slowly down to lay her cheeks fully bare, and more importantly, what was between, exhibiting herself to him in absolute surrender.

He took them right down, easing them the full length of her legs to make sure that not a scrap of modesty was left to her, then completing her exposure by once again tugging the cups of her bikini top up to leave her breasts naked beneath her chest.

‘Here goes. If it’s too hard, just squeal.’

He’d laid his hand on her bottom, kneading her flesh, one finger tickling her anus to draw a weak gasp from her mouth. Her need was now desperate.

‘Do it hard. Don’t stop for anything.’

‘OK. I’m going to enjoy this, Laura, and you do have a lovely bottom, just built for spanking. So … shit!’

Laura twisted around at the sudden alarm in his voice, to find a woman stood directly behind her, tall, elegant, immaculately dressed, her patrician face twisted in fury – Miss Manston-Jones. For a moment the scene held, Laura bent down across Chris’ lap with every rude detail of her rear view on show to the new arrival, all three of them wide-eyed in shock and surprise, before Chris finally found his voice.

‘No, Hazel, this isn’t the way it looks.’

Miss Manston-Jones’ was a low growl as she answered.

‘What? I suppose you’re going to tell me you’re punishing the little tart because she’s been naughty? This is the last time you do this to me, Christopher Drake, you two-timing bastard!’

Her voice had risen to a scream on the last words and she launched herself forwards. Chris let go of Laura’s waist, dropping her as he threw himself back to avoid his furious lover’s talons. Laura squealed in shock as she landed on the carpet, rolled and tried to crawl away as the spitting, cursing Hazel Manston-Jones attempted to haul Chris back by one ankle. He kicked out, broke free and dashed for the door.

Hazel twisted around, eyes blazing as Laura struggled up, desperate to get away from the woman’s fury, failing to remember that her bikini pants were around her ankles. Before she could even think about rising she was pinned, her arm twisting into the small of her back to hold her helpless as Hazel snarled out her words.

‘So you like to be spanked, do you, you filthy little bitch! Right, I’ll give you a spanking, you bitch, you little tart, you …’

‘No!’

Laura’s plea went unheeded, as did her frantically wriggling bottom and kicking legs. Hazel laid in, applying smack after furious smack to the bouncing cheeks beneath her. It stung crazily, but the pain was nothing to Laura’s furious indignation as she squirmed and bucked beneath the slaps, fighting to break free.

She failed miserably, Hazel only breaking off in pursuit of Chris, and Laura was left hot bottomed and gasping on the bed, as well spanked as she could possibly have wanted but feeling far from grateful.

10

LAURA HAD PICTURED
her virgin spanking somewhat differently, from a man for a start, and considerably less hard. She’d had no idea that it could hurt so much, or that she could feel so completely helpless in another woman’s grip. Yet none of that mattered beside her feelings of anger and betrayal at what had happened, and which were made worse because it was quite clear that Chris and his Hazel had been together all along.

Nor did he come back, leaving Laura feeling numb as she dressed and made herself a cup of tea in the vain hope that it would help with her raging emotions. For over an hour she sat in the window seat, staring out over the sea as she struggled to come to terms with what had happened. Nothing she could say to herself helped, and yet she seemed oddly detached, as if the entire episode had happened to somebody else. She felt she ought to be in tears and yet they wouldn’t come, while she kept wanting to laugh out loud.

Almost two hours had passed before simple hunger finally prompted Laura to leave the room. It felt strange to think that she had walked through the foyer semi-naked just hours before – so strange that only cold reason allowed her to accept that it had really been her. Quite a few people noticed her, some passing remarks, others smiling quietly to themselves, but their reaction no longer gave her the strangely thrilling embarrassment it had done before.

The beach was the same, physically no different to the way
it
had been before, even to the line of pensioners in their deckchairs, but for Laura it was as if the colour had been washed out of the scene, while the tub of mixed seafood she had bought at a stall seemed without taste. She ate it seated on the lifeboat slipway, staring glumly at the waves and wishing that just for once she could pick a man who didn’t seem to regard every single woman on the planet as fair game. Tommy Fuller had been the same, but he at least had made no secret of his behaviour.

Eventually she returned to the hotel, where she discovered that Chris had already paid for the room, dinner and breakfast as an inclusive package. His things were also in the room, but she resisted the temptation to purchase a pair of scissors and make some alterations to his clothes. He had kept his cards and money with him, which she decided was just as well, but went shopping anyway in an effort to cheer herself up. She failed miserably, as even scarlet high-heels and a poppy-red summer dress only served to bring back memories of the fun she’d had with Chris and his betrayal.

A large gin and tonic in the hotel bar helped a little, and a second rather more, if only to lift her sense of despair. After the third her choice in not ruining his clothes no longer seemed an act of mature restraint but rather pathetic, cowardly even. The shops were shut by then, but her nail scissors did well enough, allowing her to excise the crotches of two pairs of trousers and of three underpants, then indulge in some creative craftwork with a jacket and a couple of shirts.