A long night of rain gave way to the white morning moon against a crystal blue sunny sky. The grounds of the estate looked sparkling.
Brett looked out the bedroom window to a lawn that stretched to the cliffs and dropped down to the ocean. Between those cliffs and the house, there was a manicured garden, flanked by rows of perfectly shaped trees. Rosebushes lined a long stone walk that led to a bright blue swimming pool, partially blocked from sight by an enormous hedge. Watching from the pleasant perch of the window, she saw Jenny, the Judge’s wife, skip along the stone path, and disappears behind the thick green foliage near the pool.
“Anyone see you?” Victor asked the breathless Jenny, when she entered the small alcove defined by the manicured shrubs that surrounded it. The secluded place was a garden all its own, with roses and pansies, and a sumptuous green vine that climbed over the mossy bricks on the garden floor. A lover’s bench sat in the middle, waiting for lovers.
“You could have simply talked to me in a corner of the house instead of leading me out here,” Jenny replied.
“The walls of that house have ears,” he said. “We can’t risk our being discovered.”
“So, your wife doesn’t know about our affair?” Jenny said, with eyebrows effectively raised, and the tone of her voice judgmental enough to remind Victor of his flagrant duplicity.
“You think I’d tell her?” he asked, as if she should know the answer. “You haven’t told Niles, have you?”
“Niles knows enough about my past. I’m hardly ashamed of it, the way you appear to be. Besides, I didn’t play around with you while I was married. I was very unattached.”
“Well, all that’s beside the point. Let’s get on to important things.”
“And what’s that?” Jenny asked. Looking at Victor was like looking into her personal history, to a time that, for all its oddities, wasn’t all that unpleasant. He had a wicked coldness about him that always made her jolt with desire. He was particularly good for her when she was in a morbid kind of mood, or when she needed to be punished hard. Victor was good for paying off her penance, she thought. Right this instant, he was looking even more serious than he usually looked.
“I want the pendant,” he said.
“Oh, you want the pendant,” Jenny said, realizing that the nature of their torture was not social at all
“Yes. You have it. Just hand it over.”
Jenny struck a smug pose, would have tapped her foot in exasperation, if the very thought of Victor’s accusation hadn’t pissed her off so much. “In the first place, asshole,” Jenny began, “the pendant is mine, in case you forgot, Victor Heath.”
“So you did take it,” Victor charged.
“No, I didn’t say I took it,” she corrected him.
“But you did,” he insisted.
“I wish I had. You stole it from me in the first place. I should have it back, but I didn’t take it!
“What the hell do you mean I stole it from you?” Victor snapped. “I gave it to you.”
“Exactly. And then, you decided to take it back.”
“And so you’ve decided to pilfer it,” Victor retorted. “Perhaps I should tell the Judge a few things about his dear Jenny, including your talent for thievery, not to mention your reckless wanton behavior.”
“I don’t think so,” Jenny charged back. “You say one word to Niles, and I’ll tell Patricia everything.”
“She’s submissive. What would it matter?” Victor said.
“Oh, I think you’re hanging on to that dear girl by a thread. I think she’d bolt in a second if she knew what a deceitful bastard you are.
“She’s in love with me.”
“She’s afraid of you,” Jenny said.
“I want the pendant,” Victor returned the conversation to the subject most important to him.
“I wouldn’t give it back if I had it. But as it is, I don’t have it. So you’ll just have to accuse someone else.”
“There’s no need to accuse anyone else because I know who the culprit is, seeing your penchant for the seamier side of life.”
“Don’t make me laugh,” Jenny said.
“Maybe taking a switch to your bottom would improve your memory,” Victor suggested.
Jenny didn’t let the suggestion faze her. In fact, she almost found it pleasant in a rather strange way. Even so, she looked at the man defiantly. He wasn’t going to have her ass easily. She didn’t have to give it to him at all, but then maybe, for old dines sake, and the feel of a switch on her bottom.
“If you switch my bottom it will be because I want you to, not because I deserve it. Besides, my memory is perfectly all right.”
Victor watched Jenny’s eyes dance with that mocking, daring light that always put a fire in his pants, and a twitch in his punishment hand.
“Shall I?” Victor said, just following where he thought Jenny’s own mind might be going.
“Maybe,” she said, with a haughty twist, even as the prospect of the punishment was seducing her. She hated Victor Heath, though there was something about his cruel style that appealed to her at certain moments. Niles was exceptionally methodical, even predictable. He was extremely civil about corporal punishment, and she liked that too; but she also liked the uncertainty of Victor’s curious wrath. Their torrid three-month affair came at a vulnerable moment in her life, just when she was rethinking a lifestyle that took her into dangerous waters too many times. Victor hadn’t helped though he’d never really hurt her. In fact, he was a lot safer than some men. She knew he was married. If it became necessary, she could always hold that over him.
She wasn’t sure why Victor had sought her services, except that now, meeting Patricia Heath, Jenny suspected that he’d clamped down so hard on his wife that she wasn’t much fun anymore.
She and Victor had met through her “Dominants Wanted” advertisement in a spanking magazine. Like her other friends in the spanking community, Victor had done all the usual things, bought her dinner and a little wine, and talked to her in great detail of what he’d like to do to her generous rear mounds. Yet, when he abruptly ended their first meeting without the expected spanking session, she was shocked. It turned out that he was a lot more creative than she expected him to be. Instead of taking her for the obligatory hotel room scene, he left her with a card, and an address, and an invitation to join him for her punishment at a busy downtown office complex.
She almost decided not to meet him. For some reason the arrangement seemed less safe than a hotel room, but the intrigue of it excited her, that and Victor’s morose countenance, which suggested he wouldn’t be easy on her. Too often, her clients were too gentle for her tastes, especially on a first meeting.
When Jenny arrived at the office building, there was a whole new rush of feeling surging through her. Unlike scenes that put her in some executive’s office for a rather traditional bare-bottomed excursion across a lap or desk, she was instructed to meet Victor in an empty office, for a strangely anonymous encounter.
There were a thousand reasons to walk away from the session, but none were strong enough to keep her from going through with it. All her research on Victor had proved he was nothing more than a successful banker and a doting husband. The thought of a ruthless psychotic had passed through her head, but she quickly put that aside. Victor was too obvious. He was a darling nasty demon but he was also very much defined by a clear cut set of rules that would keep this moment together as safe as any she’d arranged.
Once in the empty office, Victor took her over his lap, giving her bottom a terrific bare-bottomed paddling with a very conventional hairbrush. Insisting that she wear “school girl” type garb, it turned into a rather normal over-the-knee fantasy, except that Victor had a way with the hairbrush that gave her a phenomenal rush. He was quick, heartless, and completely in control, refusing to allow her any “safe” word. He said it would make the session a horrible lie if he gave her an easy way out. If she was a real submissive, she should know that. He departed rather abruptly after the punishment was over, leaving her with a hotly burning bottom, and a command to return regularly each Tuesday lunch hour for a repeat performance.
When Victor left, he dropped some cash unceremoniously on the desk, and Jenny remained, quivering to the core for some sexual release.
The sessions repeated for three months, Victor with the same brusque manner every time except that by the fourth one, he decided to finish the deed with sex something Jenny found impossible to deny him. The man was fierce, his dominance appalling. His mastery of the implement he used on her bottom was expert. He had the ability to lead her to the edge of “too much”, back off, and then lead her back again.
Once she agreed to sex, the scenes changed. She was disciplined in the back of heavy metal nightclubs, in his car, in deserted buildings. There seemed no end to the scenes that Victor created, his wealth of imagination had few limits. He was always completely in control and because he was paying for her time, he didn’t seem to care whether she was satisfied or not. A part of her liked that crude feeling, but it wasnt a long lasting one. The lack of anything other than their wild games, harsh punishment, and quick sex turned her nasty in the end. They fought, broke up, and decided that they despised each other.
The pendant had turned up just after the sex began, some kind of talisman she was always to wear when they were together. At one bitter moment, the thing disappeared. Jenny figured that Victor had lifted it but because she was so pissed off at him, she decided she wouldn’t pursue the thing. She did consider it hers, the way he’d given it to her, the unctuous words he’d used, the vile kind of light in his eyes when he put it around her neck. It became a symbol of his “ownership” of her.
Once the relationship was over, and the pendant was lost, Jenny saw it in a more practical light. The ruby was worth several hundred dollars that she considered hers.
The shock of seeing the pendant around Patricia’s neck the night before made her livid in an instant, even though she had to suppress her anger. After all, she was now a Judge’s wife.
“Shall I try the switch on your rear?” Victor offered again. The two had been locked in a mutual stare, each remembering well the passion that had once made them torrid spanking partners. The wicked gleam in his eye was well remembered.
“Just don’t leave any major marks. Niles is sure to notice,” Jenny said. She knew this was a stupid move, but she couldn’t help herself.
“Oh, you can be inventive, Jenny. Surely, Niles would only paddle you again if you show up with a bruised bottom. This is a spanking party. What does he expect?”
“He expects to watch me, I know that,” she said.
Niles was already tugging at a cherry branch, trying to remove a perfect switch.
“Then I’ll just have to demonstrate my technique, if he gets too upset. I’m sure a second round on your bottom will only excite him all the more.
Jenny shivered. Niles had never used a switch on her, just his hand and half dozen of the paddles in his vast collection. Just the thought of the way the thing would sting was making her bottom burn.
“Let me see your ass,” Victor said, when he had his switch free of leaves and twigs. There were still nubs along the otherwise smooth surface that made Jenny think the thin branch might leave the marks she was afraid of.
Nonetheless, she bent over the stone bench and put her palms on the cold surface. It was still wet with morning dew. Victor lifted the summery shift, uncovering her lovely rounded cheeks, thinking how it would be to punish these again. He ran a hand over them gently.
“Not that!” Jenny snapped, and shook him off.
“Become a respectable woman?” Victor mocked her.
“You’re sure as hell NOT a respectable man.” It was sort of silly thing to say, just before she was about to be punished. But then why not incite his wrath? If he was going to do this to her, she might as well not miss any of the perverse pleasure.
“It’s going to bite,” Victor warned her.
She knew it would. Victor was so uncivilized in such a civilized way. She missed that uncivilized moment wrecked across her ass end. There were few things she missed from the old days, and this was one.
Victor measured his stroke before he began, touching Jenny’s bottom lightly with the switch, drawing it back, and then again bringing it forward to gauge the placement of the cut.
Swish!
Practice over, the vile thing suddenly landed with a nasty cut right across both trembling white cheeks.
“Ouch, Ooo,” she purred softly, churning her bottom lustily for him.
Jenny had a perfect punishment bottom in Victor’s mind. Patricia’s was a little too thin, he often thought; but then it was always available to him. Jenny’s was generous, as were all her physical assets, from her voluptuous full breasts, to her wide hips and the mounds of punishable flesh that went with them. The little dimples on her ass cheeks quivered before a cut, and then shimmied after. He watched the red line appear before he made another cut.
Swish! Another landed, just below the first one.
“Yeaaaawwwww!” she cried softly followed by an “Ooooo yes,” as the instant burn yielded to a pleasurable warm sting.
“This is what I like about you, Jenny. I don’t have to think about stopping before I begin.”
Swish! Victor laid the switch on six times in a row, no pause, no wait, just swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish!
“Yeeawwwww! Victor no!” She shouted a whisper into the damp morning air.
“Ah, Jen, you love it, just like I do.”
Another cut landed, this appearing to crisscross the others, threatening to make tiny cuts on her bottom, though as yet, the skin was not broken.
Still, with several seconds of reprieve, Jenny’s bottom swayed lewdly for him. He could see her pussy between her legs, moist and no doubt pungent to the smell and taste. He would have liked to have plunged his cock between her cheeks, even rammed himself in the dark tight burn hole. But he assumed the best fruits were forbidden to him, at least for the moment.
Another swish, swish, and Jenny’s taunting ass was almost unbearable for Victor to watch without moving on her sexually. The pain was becoming unbearable for her, she wasn’t used to such cuts and the tremendous zeal combined. But all that only added to the seductive appeal.
Jenny slumped down on the granite bench.
“Too much, my dear?” Victor mocked her. “Old age, and an old husband must be slowing you down.
“Enough!” Jenny replied.
“Hope Niles won’t punish you too badly on top of this for seeking me out.”
“I didn’t seek you out,” Jenny reminded him. She stood up, turned around and made sure her ailing bottom was covered again. “You approached me. Just remember, I granted you this favor. You keep your mouth shut with Niles, I’ll keep mine shut too, and things won’t get ugly.”
“That would all work out well, but there is still a missing pendant, which I am sure you have,” he told her.
“I said, I don’t have it!” she enunciated her words carefully.
“And I should believe you?” he asked.
“Don’t do it, Victor you ruin me and I’ll be certain to ruin you!” she charged.
She meant it.
“Oh my, you have me shaking in my boots,” he laughed. “Here, here’s a souvenir.” He tossed the switch at her, along with his best smug smile and retreated from their secluded alcove, returning briskly to the house.
In spite of the fine burn she felt, Jenny still hated the man. It disturbed her how unpredictable he was. She couldn’t afford for Niles to find out about her past. They’d met through the spanking personals, and she’d never needed to mention her professional life as long as she lived a normal life with him. The change was exactly what she wanted, and so far, nothing was discovered to disturb her well-earned peace.
Yet, being a prestigious Judge, Jenny knew her husband was already reluctant to be at this party. But he had such faith in Phillip Heath and his guests that he had finally agreed to go. With the possibility of some messy discovery looming nastily before her, she had every reason to be worried. With Victor thinking that she had the necklace, he could tell Niles everything and her whole life would be ruined.
“Damn him anyway!” she said aloud.
Jenny sat down on the bench, her brain working furiously to find some solution to this mess. Maybe she should just leave, play sick and have Niles take her away. The thought was very tempting.
Brett looked back at Kyle from her perch at the bedroom window.
“Isn’t that strange?” she commented. “I saw Jenny a half hour ago dash toward the back of the garden, behind that hedge. Now, I see Victor dashing back to the house. You don’t suppose?”
“Suppose someone’s bottom just got spanked?” Kyle speculated. “Looks obvious to me. The two kicking up their heels sounds very plausible, but a little odd, don’t you think? I mean Victor and Jenny? There couldn’t be two more opposite than those two.”
“Stranger things have happened. Maybe all those interesting looks last night suggest they once had something together,” Brett said.
“I don’t know, but I’d be willing to guess that Niles and Patricia don’t know anything about this,” Kyle offered.
“Sounds like a good bet to me,” Brett agreed.