King (25 page)

 
It was a point she had proved the following
day when she marched into my classroom in the middle of the afternoon,
demanding to speak to Mrs Black in the corridor outside. The spiteful old
teacher had left the door open as she followed Hannah out, probably to keep one
ear on her unruly bunch of four year olds. What it actually meant, was that me
and twenty five schoolmates had heard Hannah
Devey
tear an absolute strip off the mean Mrs Black and threaten to “batter her
senseless” if she picked on me again. At four years old I didn’t understand
exactly what she meant, but soon realised when Mrs Black returned to read us a
story, from her pasty white skin and red rimmed eyes, that a “battering” would
not be a good thing.

Hannah
Devey’s
verbal attack succeeded in achieving two
things. Mrs Black largely left me alone and so did everyone else. Word soon
spread that “Charlotte’s friend” had shouted at the teacher and I became instantly
cool by association. There wasn’t a child at Newtown Primary School who would
dare bully me or
Franny
, and my transition into
education had thus been easier than I’d anticipated. Hannah
Devey
,
had also taught me a very valuable lesson, and it was one I never forgot. A
little bit of attitude could go a very long way, and at four years old I’d
already decided that no one would ever treat me like that again without a
fight.

I
never saw her after that day. The carers told me she had left, but as I thought
about it now, I suspect she was probably fired for the little stunt she’d
pulled in my defence. I retrieved my phone to check it. No text. I imagined
that whatever Hannah
Devey
, ‘Satan’ to her friends,
was doing now, that she would be doing it successfully. She had kindness,
beauty, intelligence and a fierce sense of moral justice, and I would always be
grateful for her letting my scared and lonely four year old self know, that I
might not have a Mummy or a Daddy, but someone had my back and I wasn’t alone.

I
sighed leaning back against the huge front door. It had been well over an hour
since I’d sent the message and there was still no word, just a couple of odd
looks from strangers passing by and Jason’s neighbour, who had gone to great
lengths to avoid eye contact after a quick initial assessment to ensure I
wasn’t a tramp. I looked up quickly as the familiar black car pulled up and
stood, following Jason as he walked straight past me without looking, and into
the house. I shut the door behind me and I suddenly felt like crying as a
strange, unexpected wave of relief tinged with fear, ran through me.

“So
you couldn’t wait then” he said, his face utterly unreadable as I shook my
head, following him silently, straight upstairs into the bedroom. “Take off
your clothes” he said without looking at my face, but undoubtedly noticing the
slight tremble that ran through my fingers as I did what he asked. At that
moment, I wanted nothing more on earth than to please him, take my punishment
and make everything OK again, and I needed it more than my next breath. I liked
the idea that he could take away my shame through penance. It only served to
increase the immense power I had already afforded him and he smiled gently,
seeming to read my thoughts.

 
“You look upset Charlotte, are you OK?” I
smiled and nodded. “I’m sorry Jason, I want you to make it right again” I said
as he nodded, tipping his head, regarding me closely before moving nearer and
stroking a gentle finger down my cheek as I leaned into the affectionate gesture.
“You disappointed me by coming when I had ordered you not to Charlotte. I am
going to spank you and then you will be forgiven, and I hope you will learn
your lesson and not disappoint me again”. I nodded. The truth was
,
I could barely wait, not only to feel better but because I
had enjoyed it tremendously last time and was already wet with anticipation,
the nerves and the fear only adding to my need. It was an intoxicating mind
game and when played with the beautiful and commanding presence of Jason King,
utterly addictive.

I
wasn’t sure where he’d want me but hoped it would be on his lap, I craved the
closeness, the intimacy and the proximity as I watched him walk to the dresser,
removing the leather paddle I had encountered a few days ago and returning to
stand before me. “Undress me” he growled, my shaky fingers reaching first for
his jacket that I slipped from his shoulders and then his tie, looking up at
him apologetically as I fumbled around, trying to loosen the large knot in the
blue silk that matched his eyes exactly. There was an almost imperceptible
smile playing around his mouth and I knew he was enjoying the moment as I
pulled off the tie, gently unbuttoning his shirt, removing platinum and onyx
cufflinks and moving to place them on the dresser next to the paddle, before
sliding the crisp white cotton down his arms and revealing his magnificent
tanned, cut torso.

 
I gasped slightly, still trembling as I undid
his belt and trousers, unable to ignore, and inwardly ecstatic at the huge
bulge that nestled there impatiently, kneeling to ease his trousers down his
legs, slipping them over his feet before I removed his shoes and socks, slowly
one by one, looking up at him and smiling from my subservient position on the
floor. He almost smiled back, lip curving softly before he stopped himself,
intense eyes blazing into mine as I stood, tracing my fingers lightly under the
band of his boxer shorts. “No” he said firmly, gripping my hand, my stomach
somersaulting as he kept hold of me, retrieving the paddle and sitting on the
edge of the bed before pulling me onto his lap.

I
gasped in anticipation and relief, enjoying the warmth and closeness of our
naked skin. “This warrants 12 spanks with the paddle” he said, his voice firm
and low and dripping with undeniable desire, which fuelled my arousal as he ran
a firm hand over the soft flesh of my buttocks before smacking me hard. I
gasped again, loudly in shock and surprise at the force of the blow as the
leather hit my skin. The breadth of pain was bigger than it had been with his
hand, the dull thud of the paddle ringing out across the room as the nerve
endings fired to life beneath it. It
smarted
, but the
pain wasn’t harder than I could deal with, and the strange mix of pleasure was
there again, intensifying as he ran his fingers softly over the area before it
came again. It was lower down on my buttocks and felt absolutely wonderful as I
absorbed myself in the feelings, in Jason and his unique righting of my
perceived wrongdoing. As the blows came, followed by the sensations of his
gentle hands, I was lost, reeling in a sea of emotions and sensations I was
finding a truly heady combination, and after the fifth blow I lost count. My
body was hot and on fire, my core pulsing with need and knowing instinctively that
I was growing incredibly wet for him.

My
skin was tingling and the warmth spread through me as I cried out in agony and
ecstasy, desperate for him to touch my pussy that was pulsing as I pushed
against him. Last time I had been spanked he had stroked my clit once, so
deliciously it had sent me to the edge, but tonight his concentration was
solely on delivering my amazingly erotic retribution and it looked like he was
making me wait. I turned to look up at him, slightly delirious, consumed by
pleasure and when I saw his face, a thin film of sweat on his brow, etched in
satisfaction and arousal I moaned out loud as he stroked my hair, smiling down
at me. I hadn’t known but I had just received my last blow, I
 
had paid my penance and now the real fun
would start and I couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped my lips. “Do you
feel better Charlotte?” and I sighed loudly in relief and gratitude, nodding as
he flipped me over and sat me on his lap, my backside hot and red, pulsing with
heat and the gentle pain he had unleashed with the hard leather. “Does it
hurt?” “A little” I smiled as he pulled me to him, devouring my mouth in a kiss
so passionate it took my breath away, as I melted against his hot firm lips and
delicious expert tongue.
 
“I’m sorry
Jason” I whispered as he pulled away gently, shaking his head and smiling
gently. “It’s OK Charlotte, you have taken your punishment well, and now I’m
going to fuck you hard, but first I need to see just how much you enjoyed that
spanking” he grinned, running a firm hand between my thighs as I opened my legs
to accommodate it.

I
moaned as his fingers stroked across my clit, spreading the wetness that
covered the surrounding skin. It was clear that I enjoyed my punishments a
little too much, the low rumble in his throat betraying that he liked that, as
he touched me repeatedly. “You are so, so wet” he growled as I shuddered under
his experienced touch, flushing and slightly embarrassed at the revelation as
he chuckled gently, lifting me off his lap and standing by the bed. “Get on all
fours” he demanded as I moaned, already missing his fingers and desperate for
him to continue his delicious assault on my pussy. “
Mmmmm
”
he growled, running his fingers softly across my buttocks. “Your arse is
wonderfully pink, you look beautiful Baby” he said, dipping his fingers
blissfully inside me as I cried out. “So wet and so tight” he purred, causing
me to dive forward as he plunged his cock deeply and suddenly inside me in an
unexpected thrust I was unprepared for, and I struggled to regain my balance. “
Fuck me Jason” I cried out, loving the feel of him from this angle, his huge,
wide shaft filling every inch of me as my muscles clenched around him and he
obliged, pushing to the hilt, harder and faster, as I spiralled out of control,
consumed in a black hole of pure pleasure, lost in desire and heady arousal.

I
was screaming his name over and over again, my heart and every cell in my body
bursting with joy, my brain a myriad of emotions I couldn’t untangle as he
pounded into me, until I exploded in a heat fuelled surge of pleasure that
enveloped me from head to toe. I was crying out, animalistic sounds and noises
I didn’t
recognise,
guttural mutterings from low in my
throat, begging his forgiveness as he pinched my nipples, rolling out the
pleasure until finally after a few long, hard wonderful minutes, it began to
slowly subside. “Turn around” he ordered “and open your mouth” as I shakily did
as he asked, utterly boneless, my lips parted wide as he held his cock
gloriously against them. “I want you to swallow every drop of my cum” he
growled, spurting his hot liquid onto my tongue as I lapped it up, eager for
everything that this beautiful, wonderful man was giving me, before collapsing
back on the bed in a sated, exhausted heap, realising just how hard I had
fallen for Jason King and his unique style of domination.

He
pulled me tightly against his chest, kissing my head, stroking my skin as I
shivered deliciously under his touch. “That was incredible Charlotte” he
whispered as I nodded in response, so utterly overcome that I was barely able
to make a sound.

“You
seemed upset when I saw you in the cafe and I mentioned atonement. It surprised
me when you came here so quickly” he said as I snuggled against him, relishing
the closeness and the intimacy his forgiveness had granted me. “Yes” I smiled
“It’s a long time since I’ve heard the word. Thankfully now it has much nicer
connotations than it did before. I felt really bad about what had happened. I
just wanted to please you, to feel you. I needed you to let me know it was OK”
I admitted honestly, still taken aback at the strength of my feelings about
displeasing him, and how much it had churned me up inside. He chuckled gently,
cupping my face in his hands and kissing me deeply. “I know you took it badly.
It was an extreme response. For someone who’s new to this, you are proving to
be a very good submissive” he smiled as a happy surge of pride rose inside me
again, and I couldn’t help but smile back.

 
“Why did the word ‘atonement’ have negative
connotations for you?” he asked gently as I recalled the story of Hannah
Devey
, saviour of my school career and the woman largely
responsible for instilling my ‘take no shit’ attitude, twenty one years
earlier. He listened intently to my tale and I was warmed by the look of
concern as I described my fate at the hands of Mrs Black, smiling as I finished
and hugging me tightly, and I felt that we were close and bonded as my heart
reached out to his.

“Are
there any other words or situations that have negative connotations for you,
that could act as triggers?” he asked as I finished my story. I mulled it over
for a while. I didn’t have too many hang ups, my experiences with men hadn’t
been quite as widespread as I’d hoped for by my age, largely dictated by the
amount of time I’d spent working in the last nine years since I left school,
but there was definitely one. I nodded, gazing up at him. “I don’t like the
word ‘whore’” I smiled, as he held my gaze, frowning slightly before his
trademark smirk lit the side of his mouth and my heart flipped. “That’s a
shame, I like that word, it’s nicely demeaning and humiliating and I can’t
think of anything better than calling you ‘my gorgeous little whore’ when
you’re down on your knees sucking my cock” he said, raising his eyebrows,
awaiting my reaction, which spilled out uncontrollably. Far from annoying me
which I assumed it would, his open revelation made me giggle and I couldn’t
prevent the small snigger that burst forth from my lips as I looked into his
beautiful blue eyes. The thought of sucking his glorious cock, hit me right
between my legs in the most delicious sensation imaginable, whatever he might
happen to be calling me at the time.