I can take one, even two like that without a fuss. The hurt’s all there. But you keep it inside. I smiled radiantly as though he’d given me a diamond necklace.
'Thank you, master,' I said gratefully. Then I stood at tiptoe and kissed him on the forehead. After that I knelt, bowed my head and waited.
It was really a tensed moment for me. I’d have sworn I could hear his heart beating. I guessed him steeped in sensation. The nothing-else-like-it feeling of a cane thunking into a girl’s flesh. If it triggered the wrong instinct I could very well be half killed in the next few minutes. The silence lengthened. Suburbia won.
'Please get up.' His voice was squeaky. 'I would like to.. discuss what has… Has, err, just happened.'
What had happened? I’d been caned twice on my bottom. I hurt. He was probably sexually excited. Hardly a matter for a League of Nations debate. But talking doesn’t hurt. So I got up gratefully enough.
We sat and looked at each other. 'Would you like me to make tea?' I said innocently.
'Oh, I say. Would you?' You’d have thought I’d offered him my virtue.
'I’d love to, master.'
Without a pause I walked up to him, turned my back and wriggled my handcuffs.
Nothing happened. He would be enduring agonies. 'I say, y’know, I can’t let you loose.'
'I can’t get tea like this, master.'
'No you can’t, can you?' He was doing some having thinking.
'You’ll have to take my handcuffs off sometime, master. You do have a bathroom, don’t you?'
He got the hint. My back was turned, but I swear I could feel him blush.
'Err, quite so…' he mired again.
'I know the very thing, master,' I exclaimed joyfully. 'You unlock me and I’ll fetch the proper chains from the box and you can chain my ankles.'
He was so relieved at an obvious solution that he undid the bit of ribbon around my neck and unlocked the cuffs before he’d realised he had set me free. I was not about to do anything foolish. I had to try and condition him a bit first. I went and got a set of ankle chains with about the linkage I can walk with best and the key, and presented them to him, kneeling. While he was fumbling away at putting them on me, I asked sort of absently: 'Do you realise, master, that I was quite free’ I could have fought or run away.'
He stooped dead. I could feel his chagrin and his shock. He gave the matter a good deal of thought, then asked: 'Why didn’t you?'
It was a sensible question. It deserved a sensible answer. 'I wanted a cup of tea,' I said simply.
Poor Cedric. Nothing was quite as it should have been for him. He hastily clicked shut the second anklet, no doubt in case I changed my mind. 'There,' I said cheerfully, 'I can’t run away now. I’ll go and make the tea.'
His eyes never left those chains on my feet. They fascinated him. I’m sure he could not understand how I could walk in them. 'Slave girls have to learn how to walk with their ankles chained,' I told him demurely.
We sat and sipped. I’d have thought he needed something stronger. But the tea braced him. After all, he was English.
'I’m a bit out of my depth,' he admitted.
I had to laugh. He managed he rueful grin of his own. It was like those stories Somerset Maugham used to write: a man suddenly finding himself a stranger.
'What did you really expect when you made this deal with Rabin?'
He made a lost gesture. 'Not you.'
'A piece of female flesh that wouldn’t say boo?'
'I don’t know.'
'Lovely curves that ondulated as she hung from her wrists and you whipped her naked flesh?' I hadn’t read those books for nothing.
'Yes, I’m afraid so.'
'Why be afraid? You’ve got what you want. I look very nice hanging from my wrists.' I poured him another cup of tea.
'You mean…'
'Of course. You don’t think you’re the only chap with such ideas, do you? Sure I’ve been strung up by my wrists and flogged.'
He looked at me with awe. For him it was like suddenly meeting Glenda Jackson, the President of the USA and the Queen of England all at once.
'But you’re so, so…'
'Ordinary? Rational? The girl next door?'
'You do put things rather well.'
He looked and suddenly realised he was looking at something very female. As usual, he got pink.
'Don’t you still want to whip me?'
'You make it sound like a wife asking her husband if he doesn’t still love her.'
'Of course. It’s the same thing. Is the male still hungry.'
He shook himself like a wet dog. 'Does Mr. Rabin know you talk to customers like this?'
I told the poor chap about my previous adventure. 'He doesn’t mind as long as the rental is paid and I get home without too much damage. I don’t think he wants me damaged, though.'
'I suppose that was a hint?'
'I’m sure there is a damage deposit.'
He made other ineffectual motions. 'It would be like whipping my sister – if I had one.' He sounded bereft.
I kicked myself for getting us into this fruitless argument. If I hadn’t been so damn puckish he’d have been happily whipping me by now. 'Look here,' I said seriously. 'You have rented me. You’ll probably never get any better than I am. You have a dream to make it real. So that is what we are going to do. Sorry and all that about wanting to escape. Sure I want to. But I’m a slave. I’ll be one for you.'
I looked at him earnestly. 'It might as well be you who hurts me. If I get sent back to Rabin in disgrace I’ll get a damn sight worse.'
'I say, that’s jolly sporting.'
You know those moods when you feel like ‘oh, what the hell’? I felt one then.. I felt sorry for the silly twit. He needed a tonic. I bent over. This time I could really touch my toes.
'Whip me, master.'
He gave me two more. I knew he was holding himself in. I thanked him prettily and kissed him again. 'Why don’t you undress?' I asked innocently.
Poor Cedric was faced with another AD – that’s short for awful decision. 'In front of a girl?' He was truly shocked.
'I’m naked.'
'Yes, but you’re…'
'You mean I’m a slave and I’M paid for so I don’t count?'
'But really, what would be the point?'
'You’d be all ready. You know, when a chap’s been cruel to a girl he always wants to fuck her. I’m not half so good with your clothes on.'
He recoiled as from a rattlesnake. Poor Cedric. That unforgivable four letter word.
'Haven’t you ever had intercourse?' I daren’t slip him two fucks in a row.
'As a matter of fact, no.' He made it sound noble.
'Well, let’s get that job out of the way first, then. I want you. You won’t whip me half as hard afterwards.'
'Err… Thank you. Another time.'
I laid down on my back and stretched my legs as far as the damn chain would allow. I was deliberately obscene. I reached down with my fingers and parted my lower lips and swung my knees apart. 'You stick it in here,' I explained patiently.
Cedric had a gift for being hypnotised. He stared with glazed eyes at what I was offering. I had a feeling he was expecting something to stick its head out of my whatsit and snap at him.
'It’s lovely and warm in there,' I coaxed.
'But I’m supposed to whip you.' He had a one track mind.
'Afterwards.'
