But dignity made a swift exit when he upped his heft to level three. Her bottom, already stained a rose petal pink, soon crimsoned. Her feet waggled at first, her ankles rotating, then they were lifted clear of the floor for a good kick.
‘Told ya,’ crowed Jason. ‘Ten easy ones for me. I’m going to give you ten with the paddle to celebrate.’
‘Oh, you . . .’ But she didn’t continue. She didn’t want anything else added.
‘Stand up. Back to the mirror. Look over your shoulder at your arse while I fetch the paddle. It might look red now, but believe me, it’ll be redder by the time I finish with you.’
She pressed her thighs together, feeling the heat between them as she observed the deep red hue of her bottom. But there was more to come. She allowed herself to enjoy the fullness of the quiver that ran through her at the thought. Then she imagined what she saw in the mirror on the front page of a tabloid, in glorious technicolour. The idea of it squeezed a breath from her. She was already famous for her love life. But they didn’t know the half of it. If they did . . .
Jason breezed back, paddle in hand. He took her in his arms, kissing her, while he rested the paddle against her bum cheeks. It felt deliciously cool there for a moment. Just a moment, though – until he started patting it on her hot spots.
‘Right then,’ he whispered. ‘Bend over, right over, with your hands on your ankles, so you can see through your legs. And look at the mirror.’
‘Thank God for yoga,’ said Jenna dryly, adopting the suggested pose. ‘I’d never be able to hold this position otherwise.’
She looked through her legs at the mirror, seeing her face, flushed, and with hair hanging down to the floor. She had to strain her eyes a bit to see as far up as her bottom, but she could do it if she tried. Most shaming of all was how this position opened her up so that her pussy lips were wide and nothing was hidden from view.
Jason understood the awkwardness of the stance and he stood close with a hand on her spine to keep her steady.
He was quick and firm with the paddle, laying on five hard strokes to each side, moving lower with each one so that strokes nine and ten were squarely on the tops of her thighs.
Each smack made Jenna yelp and let go of her ankles, but she recovered herself swiftly each time, with the help of Jason’s hand on her back.
‘And that,’ he said, with one extra stroke for luck, ‘is what happens when you challenge me.’
‘I didn’t,’ she whimpered, letting go of her ankles to succumb to the overwhelming temptation to rub her sore bottom.
‘Well, sort of. Anyway, there’s your answer. I’ll take my tenner after you’ve said thank you.’
‘Thank you?’
‘When I say “said” thank you, I’m thinking more of a show of gratitude. A show of gratitude on the bed with you on all fours. Am I clear?’
He patted her bottom and she thrust out her lower lip for a second before smiling and hurling herself on to the bed.
They were both too aroused for the sex to last long. A minute or so of low moans and ‘oh yeahs’ from Jason, and the two of them collapsed, sated and sweaty, on to the duvet.
‘Only one thing could have improved that start to the day,’ said Jason, once words returned to him.
‘Oh? And what’s that?’
‘Getting inside your sweet, tight little arse.’
He reached around to cup and squeeze it.
‘After all,’ he said, ‘it belongs to me.’
‘Does it now?’ Jenna wanted to argue, but in her heart, she couldn’t. She wanted to give him this gift.
‘You know it does.’ He kissed her parched lips. ‘So tell me, babe. Is it on the cards?’
‘I never say never,’ she said lightly.
‘Never’s a long time to be looking at your hot, smacked bum without being able to have it.’
‘OK,’ she said. ‘Here’s the deal. We work up to it, little by little, and if I’m ready by the day of the private view, you can do it that night.’
‘Are you serious? My own private view, after the private view?’