The Finest Line (31 page)

She lifted her head and died a
little when she saw that his eyes were shining on the brink of
tears.

He spoke softly, “Don’t ever try
to tell me you don’t love me again because I won’t believe you.
Whatever you’ve done wrong has no substance with me because it only
matters that you love me. Do you understand?”

Mairead shook her head. “No I
don’t. We are so different James. You’re good and moral and
responsible. If you didn’t have me around your life would be
completely normal and...”

“My life would be as empty and
meaningless as it was up until the day I met you.” James took hold
of her chin as she tried to turn away. “You made me live again
Mairead. I had seen every horror imaginable in Afghanistan. I
watched my friends die, some of them in agony and I couldn’t escape
those images. They haunted my dreams and every waking moment.

When I started looking after
you, I found myself spending more and more time wondering what
trouble you were getting into. You were so oblivious to how
horrible the world was and I love that about you.

As much as you were able to make
me furious beyond words, you were also able to make me laugh again
and feel things I hadn’t felt for a long time. What you’ve given me
Mairead, I can never repay except by doing everything I can to make
sure you know how completely in love with you I am.”

His kiss was as passionate as
his words and Mairead responded, desperately wanting more but still
haunted by everything that had happened. She broke away from him
and shifted off his lap.

“I don’t deserve you,” she cried
bitterly. “I did so many wrong things. I hurt so many people and
once again I walk away and leave a trail of misery after me. I hate
myself so much right now.

She had barely finished speaking
when James seized her and hauled her face down across his lap.
There was no preliminary warm up, just a hard and painful spanking
that lasted several minutes. When it was over, Mairead struggled to
catch her breath between her sobbing.

James gently caressed her
burning bottom. As she calmed he spoke to her quietly. “You don’t
get to punish yourself anymore. That will be my job from this
moment on. I will decide when you need discipline and I will
administer it accordingly. Is that understood?”

Mairead felt strangely peaceful.
“Yes James.”

“You are going to start learning
how to be good to yourself and not allowing your masochistic nature
to dictate how you live. I will endeavour to pay you the attention
you need so that you don’t look for it in dangerous pursuits and
that will include high rise walks, no matter how good you are.”

Mairead smiled, “Wouldn’t
therapy and some good counselling be just as effective?”

“No it wouldn’t,” James replied
firmly. “For a start you wouldn’t go and if you did you wouldn’t
listen. I think my method is going to be a lot more
beneficial.”

“Except for my arse,” Mairead
grinned and felt his little quake of silent laughter.

“Your arse is literally mine,
and if you want to keep it pain free, then you’re going to start
behaving yourself.”

The aching between her legs was
overtaking the pain emanating from her backside. She hoped the
lecture would not last much longer and they could start the best
part of making up. She lifted up and gingerly sat down on his lap
to look at him.

“Can we make love now?”

James grinned and shook his
head. “I’m not finished with you and there are issues we still need
to deal with.”

Mairead wanted to scream in
frustration but calmly asked, “Such as?”

His grin evolved into a frown.
“Mairead you put yourself in enormous danger.” He shook his head,
“The extent of which I had no idea until I began to investigate
Mark and his father. That psychopath hurt you and it could have
been a lot worse.”

“He didn’t treat me too
badly,”

The volume of his voice raised a
few notches. “I saw the marks on your body from a cane and a belt
and I know what those marks look like because I’ve done the same to
other women.”

“Because they paid you to do
that,” Mairead reminded him, “They wanted you to hurt them.”

“I got out Mairead because I
didn’t want to do that anymore,” He sighed. “And then I met
you.”

She smiled. “You’ve hardly put a
bruise on me, though you’ve made sitting down a little
uncomfortable on several occasions.”

“Because I know what I’m doing,”
James was getting angry, “Unlike that sadistic prick. Mark Lewis is
dangerous. There have been women he’s hurt badly, putting a couple
of them in hospital. No charges have ever been laid because they
get paid off. He could have hurt you badly.”

“But he didn’t,” She considered
telling him how the marks from the belt had got there but knew it
would only spark another lecture. Her body craved his
attention.

“And it doesn’t come close to
the torture you’re giving me right now by holding out on me.” She
looked at him with her most sorrowful face.

He buckled a little when he saw
her desperation and heard her plead, “I need you.” She could see
through his attempt to remain austere that he needed her just as
much, but he shook his head.

“I have far too much to do,” His
words were losing their conviction. “And nothing will get done if I
succumb to you right now.”

Her face fell further as James
announced, “What you need, young lady is the rest of that spanking
and more sleep and that is exactly what you are going to get.”

“Now wait just a minute,” she
looked at him suspiciously. “This has gone way past the ‘smacking
my arse to turn me on’ thing.”

James nodded. “It has. If you
want to put a label on it, it’s called domestic discipline.”

“So this is more like a
twenty-four seven arrangement.”

“It is.”

“Where my arse is continually in
the firing line?”

He shrugged, “Only if you make
the wrong choices.”

Mairead smiled smugly. “But
you’re forgetting that it still turns me on, no matter how you go
about it. I might be naughty just to get a spanking.”

“I’m not forgetting anything,”
James returned the same smile. “You won’t be getting the special
benefits after a spanking if I’m punishing you for something.”

Her smile was gone. “That’s
horrible. I can’t believe you would do that to me.”

James looked at her soberly. “I
have to do something Mairead to stop you because if I don’t you
will do something one day that I can’t save you from and I love you
too much to lose you.”

His words were ringing true but
acceptance was still a little scary.

“Do I get a say in this?”

“Of course you do,” James
affirmed. “I’m not really the hard bastard that I come across as.
Like every other man in your life, I am at your mercy. Whatever you
want our relationship to be I will give my all, because I love you
and your happiness is the only thing that is important to me. I
just believe that the relationship I’m offering you is the one you
really want.”

Mairead grinned. “Can we do a
yearly review?”

He only half smiled at her
humour. “If you ever feel that I am disrespecting you or treating
you harshly, I will never lay a hand on you again. I promise.”

She knew what he was offering
her, a chance to redeem herself from her own suffering. The more
she thought about it, the calmer her tortured soul became. It also
was having a profound effect on her vagina.

“So are you sure we’re not a
couple of weirdos?”

James laughed loud. “You bet we
are baby and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“But me especially,” She had one
last question. “What happens to me James, when I am being hurt
beyond what I think I can endure? It feels so strange. It’s like I
can still feel what’s happening to me but it’s no longer
registering as pain? It feels wonderful, almost like some out of
body type shit.”

“It’s called subspace.” James
told her. “I’ve heard it called other things as well but the
descriptions are pretty much the same. Physically it’s a dump of
certain chemicals and hormones in the body. Not everyone can
achieve it, though it is very common in masochists, but you, like
everything that you’re talented at, have an extraordinary ability
to do it, quicker than I’ve ever seen.”

“It makes me wonder how far I
could go.”

He looked at deeply. “I know it
does and I’ll take you as far as you want to go but we do it
together. Pain is something you don’t play with lightly. The after
effects can be devastating.”

Mairead grinned. “It was never
going to be just romantic dinners and the movies with you and I was
it?”

James shook his head. “I knew
what I was getting into and frankly, I was a little nervous.”

She liked that, “And now?”

“Now I’m terrified.” James
grinned and planted a kiss on her pouting lips. “You do scare me a
little Mairead, but there is not a woman in this world that excites
me like you do. I love you.”

He didn’t give her a chance to
respond, only to accept his mouth upon hers.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

When he finally released her
from his passion, he removed her from his lap and turned her
towards the buffet. “Go and fetch the hairbrush.”

Mairead turned back to him, lost
without his arms around her and a little disturbed, “But that’s
Vanessa’s.”

James nodded with his evil
smile. “Yes and she made quite clear to me that her gift would be
extra special if I felt the need to use it on your backside, so
bring it to me now.”

It looked so innocent with its
pretty little roses but when she picked it up, Mairead remembered
how hard the back of it had felt and she was a little nervous. “So
why am I getting a spanking?”

James laughed. “You don’t feel
that there’s anything in your behaviour of the last several days
that might warrant some punishment?” His stern look came back. “We
will start at the beginning, shall we? This one will be for not
being at the Buckets when I told you to be there. Now get into the
bed room with the brush.”

Mairead walked very slowly,
aware of him right behind her, until he lost patience and hurried
her along with her hand firmly in his. He did not lead her to the
bed but to a corner of the bedroom, where he took hold of the shirt
and drew it swiftly off her.

The vulnerability of her
nakedness nearly caused her to climax before he had even touched
her. He positioned her to face the corner and pushed her feet wide
apart with his own, making her very conscious of the moisture
seeping from her.

He took the brush from her.
“Lean forward and rest your head into your arms against the
wall.”

By doing so was like willingly
offering her backside for punishment. She didn’t think she could
bare the ache in her vagina much longer especially when James began
to rub the back of the hairbrush against her buttocks. He seemed to
settle on a certain spot in the centre of her right cheek. He moved
the brush in tiny circles without going further until suddenly it
snapped against her.

Mairead gasped at the sting and
he hadn’t even used much force. He repeated the whole thing for her
left cheek and then leant in close to her face.

“This is what’s going to happen,
Mairead.” His harsh whisper made her tremble. “I have to call your
father and assure him that you are wide awake and in good health.
You are going to stay in this corner, exactly as you are now.” His
hand caressed her behind. “It will give you time to contemplate how
much this brush is going to hurt, especially since I have already
warmed you up with my hand. If you move then we will go for the
trifecta with my belt.”

His torment was agonising and
Mairead wasn’t sure her jellied legs would support her. “How long
do I have to stay here?”

“However long it takes,” He
patted her and walked away and had no sooner left the room than her
fingers flew to her clitoris desperately seeking relief.

Just as quickly, James came
striding up to her and took hold of the offending hand. “Uh uh,
you’re here for punishment Mairead not pleasure.” He positioned her
as she had been and then gripping her waist tightly under his arm
he rapidly smacked the hairbrush against the back of her thighs six
times.

Mairead screamed out at the pain
and shrunk down when he calmly addressed her. “Do you want to try
again to stay still?”

She blinked away tears and
nodded.

“Now you also have the belt to
be thinking about while you’re waiting.” He walked away again and
this time Mairead didn’t move, though she badly wanted to rub the
sting out of her thighs.

Her excitement had only
increased but she accepted the denial of a climax as part of her
punishment as tormenting as it was. She was very aware of what was
in store for her and it terrified her and excited her and brought
an incredible sense of serenity.

James was in charge again. She
didn’t even have control of her own body which was now at his
mercy. There was nothing to do but wait and think. She imagined
James sitting between her wide open legs, his face pressing against
her vagina and his tongue pushing between the lips seeking that
part which was torturing her the most.

Whilst he brought comfort to her
clitoris, his fingers were plunging into her releasing her until
his mouth replaced them to drink from her climax.

“Having fun?” His voice set off
spasms of her internal walls.

She looked at him pitifully. “I
didn’t move.”

James grinned. “Yes but
something tells me you weren’t repenting your sins.”

His hand ran slowly down her
back and over her buttocks and Mairead knew that he was looking at
the lingering bruises of her self inflicted punishment.

“I hurt myself James,” It was
the last confession she had to make. “I took a belt and tried to
imagine it was you.”