‘Don’t be daft. You’re on a spanking bench with your bare bum in the air. What do you think is going to happen?’
She reached behind to rub the sore spot on her right cheek.
‘Eh, and none of that, madam!’ Jason was indignant. ‘Or the cuffs definitely go on.’
He laid the paddle on her fingers and she removed them like a shot, reverting to her previous pose.
‘Are you going to be long?’ she whined. ‘I’m worried about being overheard . . .’
‘Well, I’m not,’ said Jason. ‘I couldn’t care less who listens in. And I’ll be as long as it takes.’
‘As long as it takes for what?’
‘As long as it takes for me to work off feeling like a right twonk all morning with your mate Georgina. Could be a long old session, Jen.’
‘I was only trying to help,’ Jenna wailed.
‘Yeah, and so am I.’
The paddle cracked down again, on the other side.
‘Therapy,’ whispered Jason.
Jenna resigned herself to accepting whatever he had in mind for her. If she stayed still and took it quietly, perhaps it would be over sooner. Surely it was too hot for him to put much effort into it, anyway.
But the sun’s ferocity didn’t seem to affect him at all. He gave her bottom a thorough workout, laying the paddle rhythmically and regularly in the same two spots on her right and left cheeks until she felt she couldn’t stand it. She tried to shift her behind around, to coax him into striking a different area of her skin, but he was resolute.
‘Don’t spoil the pattern, Jen,’ he scolded. ‘There’s a cane up there on the wall I might try otherwise.’
Er, no thanks.
She tightened her grip on the bench, her knuckles whitening with the effort.
It was harder than she remembered to take this pain. Surely yesterday, with the filigree patterned paddle, had been a breeze in comparison? This time it was too hot, and Jason’s rhythm was too unvarying. The same spot, over and over, and now he was getting faster as well, his confidence in full glory.
‘Oh please,’ she mewled, ready to throw herself sideways off the bench.
He stopped, and she was grateful for his tender mercies until she realised that he was finished anyway.
‘That should do nicely,’ he said, crouching low over her bottom so that she could feel his breath, adding to the fierce heat already radiating from it. ‘It’s gorgeous, Jen. Two perfect hearts with the letter J in each. Only thing missing is a 4 in the middle. If they designed a butt plug with a number 4 for the base . . .’
‘Oh, for God’s sake.’ She couldn’t help an aghast little
laugh. Why had she thought it was a good idea to get involved with a highly creative person?
‘What? It would look amazing. Don’t you reckon? J 4 J all the way across your arse. A human canvas.’
‘I’m already one of those,’ she said, shifting uncomfortably to try and dissipate some of the stinging heat. The movement only emphasised how sticky-wet she was between her thighs. ‘Take a photo. I want to see what it looks like.’
‘Oh right. Sure.’
He snapped her cheeks and brought the phone round under her nose. She admired the pretty patterns of red and white, and the well-toned skin on which they were printed. Despite her lack of a home gym and trainer, she wasn’t doing too badly on the yoga and jogging round the garden regime. Or maybe it was the sex. Yes, come to think of it, she was getting every bit as good a workout as she ever had done.
‘Come on, that butt plug idea was good,’ wheedled Jason. ‘Don’t reject it out of hand.’
‘Perhaps you could Photoshop it in?’ she suggested.
He crouched beside her, stroking along her spine, his lips by her ear.