He commenced dealing a hard and fast spanking, peppering both cheeks with painful rapidity. Emma, although no novice, found his devastating technique became difficult to bear very quickly. She was able to swallow her squeals, but the squirms were unstoppable, shameful for a woman who prided herself on being able to take very long, very severe punishments.
She didn’t want to beg, but really, if he didn’t slow down soon …
Luckily, he seemed to tire of his high-octane performance after a minute or so. He ordered her to her feet, frowning at the palm of his hand.
‘See what she’s done to me, Blake,’ he said.
Blake sucked in a breath. ‘You’ll need to be bringing out the heavy stuff,’ he said, shaking his head.
‘Well, we have plenty of implements,’ said Richard. ‘Every single one of which is going to make its acquaintance with that bottom. Now, into the car with you. Blake? Sort it out, please.’
Emma felt Blake’s hand on her warm bottom, pushing her towards the back seat of the car. Once she was inside, feeling the leather upholstery cool and smooth on her chastised skin, Blake produced a pair of handcuffs and locked her wrists together.
The journey was passed in silence. It seemed even Richard, for all his vast wealth and contacts, hadn’t been able to get hold of a real prison wagon. This luxury car didn’t quite project the right mood, so stern and concentrated reflection was required, to keep the mindset in place.
Emma was dying to ask Richard about his new girlfriend. Allyson had said they were getting quite close. She’d also said that he shared her with another dom. What would it be like, Emma wondered, to be in that kind of relationship, with two lovers who cared for you? She felt a twinge of something.
Stick to the motto, Em. ‘You can tie me up but you can never tie me down’.
The cottage was much more rustic and charming than she’d imagined. She’d thought of a blank-fronted, grey stone chiller of a place, high on a slate cliff. This was a pretty haven nestling in some foothills. Still, it was hard to find exactly what you wanted, she supposed, and none of them were professional location scouts. Like the car, the cottage would have to be reframed by her imagination.
‘Let’s have you,’ said Blake, gruffly, pulling her out of the back seat and marching her towards the front door, Richard leading them once more.
They had to duck under the lintel. There, at a desk in the living room, sat Allyson, in a perfectly tailored dark skirt suit, looking over some papers.
‘Ah,’ she said, looking up, ‘new arrival. Thirty nine, is it?’
It was unsettling, Emma thought, how Allyson could fake complete unrecognition. Even she found it difficult, and she’d been to RADA.
‘Yes, ma’am,’ she whispered.
Richard and Blake lurked over her shoulders, casting a shadow of forceful authority.
‘I’ve been looking over your records, thirty nine. They make very disturbing reading.’ Her stare hardened, and the mouth Emma had kissed so many times was set in a straight, cruel line. ‘The same words keep coming up over and over again – spoilt, selfish, wilful, insubordinate. You’re from a good home, but you’ve brought disgrace on your family, who spent thousands on your education only to have you throw it back in their face. You’re here because you were caught on CCTV performing a lewd act on some random stranger in a public place. You had to plead guilty, in the face of overwhelming evidence, but you still tried to worm your way out of it by offering sex to pretty much everyone involved in the case, from the arresting officer to the judge. Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?’
‘Yes, ma’am.’ Emma’s cheeks were flaming hot. Allyson played her part so perfectly that she almost believed the accusations being made against her.
‘I’m not convinced. You’re here to have your ways changed, young lady. By the time you leave this place, you will be very sore and very sorry, but ready to embark on a new stage in your life. A stage you will never have to feel ashamed of.’
Emma nodded.
‘Is that all you have to say? A word of gratitude would be nice, or some acknowledgement of the hard work we’re going to do for your benefit.’
Emma nodded again. Her throat was dry, but she managed to force out the words, ‘Sorry, ma’am, thank you, ma’am.’
‘Well.’ Allyson rose to her feet. ‘Now the pep talk’s out of the way, I think we should move on with the orientation.’
Orientation? What was that supposed to mean?
She soon found out.
‘Blake, could you fetch the spanking bench from the outhouse, please? And Richard, we’ll need a strap, a paddle and a cane.’
Emma gasped, not that she was surprised. Allyson and Richard both knew she could take a tough thrashing. But could prisoner thirty nine? This was the question.
‘What’s the matter, thirty nine? Never been spanked before?’
‘N-no, ma’am.’