THE STRICT BRITISH BARRISTER: ACT ONE (7 page)

When she’d heard him return her mind had gone into overdrive. Her first impulse was to show herself but she’d chickened out, making the choice to hide, hoping she’d find a way to slip out undetected. When he’d entered the closet and turned on the light she’d frantically tried to think of a defense, deciding that humor might help; clearly she’d been wrong.

Still standing in the middle of the living room rubbing her burning behind when he entered, she cowered under his glare as he sauntered toward her.

“What do you have to say for yourself?” he demanded, towering over her.

“I don’t know…” she bleated.

“I’ll guess, shall I? You wanted me to spank you, so instead of waiting until tonight, instead of allowing things between us to develop of their own accord, you decided to take matters into your own hands. You decided to break in…I assume you slipped in while the maid was here…right?”

“Uh, right,” she squeaked.

“How did you know when she’d be in my room?”

“I was watching through a crack in my door,” she admitted. “I guess you could say I was, uh, staking you out.”

“So, you saw her, you snuck in, then waited for me to come back, get caught and get your spanking. How am I doing so far?”

“That’s about it,” she mumbled, “only…”

“Only what?”

“I changed my mind. It was a terrible idea, but then it was too late. I’m sorry, Duncan, I really am. I’ve never done anything like this before in my life, not ever, I swear,”
except in my fantasies, my one fantasy.

“I do not tolerate conniving manipulations,” he said sternly. “If we were back in London I’d take my cane to you. It would be the last time you’d pull such a stunt, I can assure you.”

“I don’t know what came over me,” she whimpered. “I feel so stupid.”

“Such childish behavior, Brittany, and yet you are a successful, confident, young business woman. I don’t understand it.”

“I know, it’s weird. I am confident, but then I’m not, and I make stupid choices, like, uh, coming in here,” she confessed. “I thought maybe taking this cruise by myself might make me a bit braver.”

“Sneaking into my cabin was certainly brave, brave and daring.”

“But it was daring stupid, not daring smart,” she mumbled.

“I’m not a psychiatrist,” he said thoughtfully, feeling his anger subsiding, “but I think I understand your problem. I might be able to help you? I warn you though, your bottom will be sore more often than not. Are you interested?”

“Yes, definitely, please,” she said earnestly. “I know I’m an idiot, but-”

“You can stop right there. Statements like that don’t fly with me. You’re not an idiot, understood.”

His eyes were blazing at her, and gulping, she nodded her head.

“Yes, understood,” she replied softly.

“In a few days I’ll be heading back to London, and you’ll be returning to that small town of yours. I need to know you’ll commit to me for duration of the cruise. Can you do that?”

“Yes, absolutely, yes,” she nodded,
even though I know you’ll break my heart.

“You did what you did so I would spank you. Well, young lady, I am going to spank you, but I suspect it’s going to be more than you bargained for.”

“I, uh, don’t know what to say,” she mumbled.

“No doubt,” he sighed. “If you’d simply waited until tonight I would have given you a pleasant, smart spanking, one that would have made your toes curl. Now, however, you must be disciplined, and that, Brittany, is a very different matter, very different indeed.”

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t was with a slow, practiced ease that Duncan prepared Brittany for punishment; it began with a blindfold, the satin sash off his black silk robe. Once in place he guided her to the side of the wide, cushioned sofa arm where he unzipped her slacks, dropping them around her ankles where he left them to act as a restraint. Next came the neck tie wrapped around her wrists, then the sofa pillow put in place to stifle her yelps and cries. Clutching a fistful of hair he lowered her forward

To Brittany the entire ritual had sent trembles through her body, and goosebumps popping up on her skin, and when he lowered her torso across the sofa arm, it felt like a very long way down. Her bottom felt high and exposed, provocatively poised for punishment.

“Duncan?” she quivered.

“Sir,” he snapped.

“Sir?” she said hastily, “why have you tied me up and put me over the couch like this? I thought I was going over your lap.”

“Did I make any such promise? You assumed, just as you assumed you could control events,” he scolded. “You will learn very quickly that you have no control over me, and you will suffer the consequences if you attempt anything like this again. As to your wrists being tied, it’s simply makes my job easier. No more conversation, and use that pillow to stifle any noise you care to make.”

“I’m so sorry, Sir,” she exclaimed. “Honestly.”

A hard, unexpected slap landed on her on bottom, eliciting a loud yelp of pain.

“I told you, no more conversation. I mean what I say, Brittany, and you’d best pay attention. Bury your head in that pillow if you insist on making a racket.”

She felt, more than heard him walk away, and a moment later the sound of the television filled the room.

“If we were in my home I would be spanking you to the music of Mozart, or Beethoven, but here I must worry about passers by. Regardless, you stifle your squeals in that pillow. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whimpered.

She wanted to add that she already felt punished, that she knew how horribly she’d messed up, that he didn’t have to spank her as severely as she was afraid he was about to, but she knew it would only land her in more trouble so she held her tongue.

“Discipline. That is what you lack, Brittany. Discipline instills confidence, it allows one to tackle life’s challenges, it brings success, and helps to propel us forward, or, to use your word, to be daring,” he declared. “What you did was daring, but it was wrong, very wrong. That kind of foolishness is about to be spanked out of you. Over the next few days I will attempt to instill the appropriate type of daring, the confidence you’ve been lacking. Are you ready?”

“Yes, Sir,” she squeaked, then taking a deep breath she turned her head into the pillow.

She’d was expecting a hot hand to sting her bottom, but it didn’t happen. To her horror his fingers gripped her cheek, pulled it aside, and he touched something to her back hole.

“Aaarrgh, what are you doing?” she cried, lifting her head from the cushion.

A shocking volley of smacks followed her protest, and when his hand abruptly stopped, her bottom was on fire and she was gasping for air.

“I’m sorry,” she bleated breathlessly, “I just didn’t expect…” she panted.

“Discipline, Brittany, can take many forms,” he said sternly. “You attempted to control me, and now you will learn it is I who has the control, and I will do with you as I see fit. You are suffering embarrassment and humiliation because of the arrogance you have shown. To think, for one minute, that you could engineer events, that you would dare sneak into my cabin…it’s shameful,” he scolded.

“I’m sorry,” she repeated, “I get it.”

“Be quiet, I don’t want to hear another word out of you,” he growled, and grabbing her scorched flesh, he again pulled her cheek to the side.

The moist intruder tickled for just a moment before attempting to push its way into her dark depths. Groaning into the pillow she wiggled in protest, but even that silent protest wasn’t permitted, and was met with several more hard swats. The message loud and clear; be still and be quiet.

For the third time he repeated the process, holding her cheek aside and touching whatever it was to her frightened anus.

This time she held still, holding her breath, and as he pushed it forward a prickling heat burned through her face, down her neck, and through her body. Everything stopped, and she found herself cloaked in heavy silence. He was holding it inside her, making her feel it, making sure the gravity of the moment enveloped her.

Duncan allowed a few slow minutes to tick by, then began tapping the flange of the butt plug. He knew it would underscore the punishment, and send forth a fresh wave of humiliation.

“Now then, Brittany, do we understand each other?” he asked, his voice quiet but firm.

“Yes, Sir,” she gasped.

“Who is in control?”

“You are, Sir,”

“What happens if you misbehave?”

“I, uh, get punished, Sir.”

“You get punished, though I prefer the word, disciplined. You will be disciplined,” he said firmly. “Now I’m going to spank you, Brittany, long and hard and slowly. You will not beg me to stop, you will not lift your head from that pillow to cry out, you will not gyrate your hips to avoid my hand. You will show me that you have learned your lesson by being still and accepting my hand, remembering that the spanking is discipline that you have earned. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir, but can you take that thing out before you start?”

Duncan could not believe his ears. He had just completely humiliated her, he had laid down his rules, and he had made her vulnerable position perfectly clear, and what she had come back with?

Can you take that thing out?

For a brief moment he wanted to laugh. In all the years he’d been harpooning and spanking naughty bottoms, never, at this point in the proceedings, had he been met with,
but can you take that thing out?

How the bloody hell do I counter that? Another flurry of swats isn’t going to help, I’m about to spank her anyway.

He frowned, searching for the appropriate response, then it came to him, and without a word he slowly began to withdraw the unwanted intruder.

“Oh, thank you, Sir,” she moaned, but her relief was momentary; he didn’t pull it all the way out, and immediately sent it back in.

She wailed her disappointment into the pillow as he fucked her with the dildo, slowly at first, then gathering speed, until her groans suggested he’d made his point.

“Any other requests?” he demanded

“Noooo, Sir, noooo, I’m sorry.”

“Since you caused me to delay your spanking, I am going to add ten additional swats with my leather soled slippers as additional discipline, after which you will kneel in the corner and think about this entire episode.”

“Ooh, yes, Sir,” she mewled.

With the butt plug still firmly in place, he raised his hand and began her spanking. Duncan was a very patient man when it came to delivering his discipline, and as he’d promised his hard smacks were delivered with a methodical, measured pace, the heat and sting of each slap being allowed to fully register.

He would occasionally rest his palm on her reddening skin, enjoying the heat that radiated back at him, and when her bottom was sufficiently scorched he paused, tapped the flange a for a moment or two, underscoring his point, then slowly pulled it out.

“You can rest. I’ll be back in a moment with my slipper.”

Brittany turned her head from the pillow and took several long deep breaths. Her backside was on fire, never had she endured such embarrassment, and she was filled with remorse.

I’ve become Emily. Emily received ten extra slipper smacks because she’d protested something. Why didn’t I remember that? Ohhh, my butt hurts so much, and that thing inside me, oooh, that was so weird. I can’t believe he did that. It was in the book, but he did it to her after they’d been together, and it…

The sound of his approaching footfalls broke into her mind chatter, and as he placed his hand on the small of her back she returned her head to the cushion.

This is going to really hurt, I know that, but it’s only ten. I can deal with ten, at least, I think I can.

“These will not be slow, Brittany, and this will not be pleasant.”

“None of this has been pleasant,” she whimpered into the pillow.

“What did you say?” he frowned.

“Sir, I said, none of this has been pleasant,” she repeated, then hastily added, “but I wasn’t being cheeky.”

“I would certainly hope not, because I have no compunction about making it twenty.”

“Ooh, Sir, I meant no disrespect,” she said quickly, hoping her tremulous voice relayed her sincerity.

“Prepare yourself, head into the pillow,” he directed, his voice stern, “and no more comments.”

Gritting her teeth she did as he said, and as the slipper began to dance upon her scalded behind, lacing it with a searing heat, she squealed into the cushion.

The leather carried its own brand of sting, and though the ten were dispatched quickly and the punishment was over in seconds, she was moaning and twisting her hips when he finished.

“Stay as you are. I will be back to place you in the corner shortly.”

Duncan moved to the bar and poured himself a shot of cognac; it was his ritual, to have a drink after delivering discipline. She’d taken her spanking with fortitude, never once begging him to stop as many had in the past.

You are just as unique as I thought you would be, Brittany Carter. This is going to be a very interesting few days.

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neeling in the corner, Brittany’s wrists had been untied and her slacks and panties completely removed, and he’d instructed her to hold her hot cheeks while she pondered her behavior.

With the blindfold still in place, and her searing bottom in her hands, his instruction was superfluous. What she had done and how he had exacted his discipline was consuming her, but so was the erotic heat that had washed through her sex; her pussy had never felt so alive.

She was aching for him, she was aching to feel his cock slice through her, aching to feel his lips on her breasts, and aching to hear his hot, sensual whispers.

Sighing heavily, wondering for how long she’d have to stay kneeling, her mind wandered to the mischievous devil who lived inside her. The imp had been with her for as long as she could remember, pushing her forward into foolishness, and filling her with doubt when facing change.

She would stare at the ceiling at night, imagining the thrill of opening a recycled high-end clothing store in a big shopping center somewhere, but the voice of her devil would fill her with trepidation.