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“Really?” I frowned. April shot me another glance, this one a measure of her concern. Sondra had stopped sounding mysterious and suddenly started sounding more like a stalker. “Why do you say that?”
Sondra huffed into the phone, like the verbal lunge and parry was becoming tiresome. “Because if you don’t I will call your radio show every night.”
I shook my head. “That will do no good, Sondra,” I tried to keep my voice reasonable. “We can block calls.”
The laugh came back – laced with a hint of bitterness. “Do you think I only have one phone, Jericho? You can’t block every call – it’s a talkback radio show.”
She had a point.
I looked across the desk. April stared back. Her eyes were wide, her expression bewildered. She shrugged her shoulders
helplessly, and then silently mouthed the words, “She’s right.”
I nodded and let out a long breath I hadn’t realized I had been holding.
“Okay,” I capitulated. “I will meet you – but it will be in a public place of my choosing, Sondra, and it’s a conversation, nothing more. I agree to meet you, but you have to agree to stop these phone calls. No more calls to the show, no more calls to me. Once we meet, it’s over. Agreed?”
“Agreed,” she said. “Unless you want to continue seeing me, I promise never to call or bother you again after we have dinner together.”
“Dinner?”
“Why not?” Sondra’s voice was alive and animated now, bubbling with her enthusiasm, but still retaining the smoky sultry rasp.
I thought about the idea for just an instant. “Okay. Dinner. Saturday night at a local restaurant.”
“Saturday night?”
“Yes,” I said. I had compromised as much as I was ever going to. “Not before then. I have this radio show every week night.”
“We could meet before your show…”
“No. Saturday night. Take it or leave it.”
She hesitated like she was considering the offer, but I knew she wasn’t. She was playing games.
“Okay,” she sighed at last. “I guess I can wait until then. Do you want me to choose the restaurant… since you’re new in town?”
I felt the shock of her words jump down my nerves and jerk them tight. “How did you know that?” I hissed the accusation. “How do you know I haven’t lived in Boston all my life?”
Sondra went quiet on the phone and behind my eyes flashed a mental image of young Cindy being discovered in the bathroom with Grover – that sense of sudden horrified guilt she must have felt at being caught out. I pictured her young face flushing with angry color as she stammered to explain.
“Well…? Do I know you?”
“Maybe,” Sondra gathered her poise, but I sensed her mood had changed decidedly. She was no longer keen to talk. She wanted to end the conversation – quickly. “You’ll have to wait until Saturday night to find out,” she said. “Meet me at the ‘Victorian’ Restaurant on Newbury Street at seven o’clock.”
The line went dead.
Chapter 16.
I had expected some level of shyness from April when we began Thursday night’s show, anticipating her becoming timid and withdrawn as the first half hour of the program flew quickly by, and we began preparing for the sub-club segment.
Instead, she dutifully cued the music, closed the blinds to block off Grover’s view through the producer’s booth, and demurely began to undress while commercials played over the speaker.
All the while, April refused to look at me. It was as if she had retreated to a world of her own. She seemed calm and focused as she stood in a pair of red lace panties that were high cut across her hips and a bra that looked two sizes too small for her, waiting for my instructions. She had her eyes closed, breathing deeply like she had stolen the idea from a meditation class. There was a pillow on the studio floor that she had brought to work in an oversized shoulder bag.
I glanced up at the clock, suddenly aware of the pressure.
The commercials stopped and the same strains of jazz music that had played beneath the segment the night before came through the speakers. I leaned in to the microphone and deepened my voice so that every word was a calm controlled command that resonated with purpose and will.
“Good evening, sub-club members… and welcome to my world of sexual obedience and submission…” I let a few seconds of music play without speaking and then began again. “I trust that you are alone somewhere in your home, and that you have a candle burning. I expect you to be wearing lingerie. Now…” I paused and husked my voice as if it were filled with lust. “Drop to your knees, and put your hands behind your back.”
Across the small space of the booth, April took a last deep breath and then sank down onto the pillow. She put her hands behind her and the movement pulled at her shoulders so that her breasts seem to bulge. Her back was straight and she had her hair brushed out tonight. It fanned across the lustrous pale flesh of her back, sparking like fire in the dull glow of the studio monitors.
“Good girl,” I spoke to April but the words carried to everyone that was tuned in to the program. “Now make sure your knees are parted. I like to be able to see that gap between your thighs, and the soft mound of your pussy. Present yourself to me so that my imagination can run wild, thinking about the pleasures that await behind that thin film of sexy lace.”
April’s knees were already parted, but she moved them just a little wider. She was looking directly ahead, though I was sure she could see me from the corner of her eye. I studied her the way I would inspect any other submissive woman who presented herself to her Master.
“You look beautiful,” I said softly into the microphone, “and desirable. Open your mouth for me. I need you to be a good girl for your Master tonight, and I know you want to please me.”
April opened her mouth wide and closed her eyes. She lifted her chin a little so I could see the long elegant lines of her throat.
“Last night when we were training, I ordered you not to come. Do you remember?” It was a rhetorical question, but I wanted every woman listening to my voice to feel some connection. I imagined them in their living rooms or bedrooms, nodding their head as their thoughts flashed back to the previous evening. “But I bet some of you did,” my voice took on an edge of harshness for a moment. “I bet some of you were naughty girls and disobeyed me… didn’t you…”
I left a few seconds of dead air and then said, “As punishment, you will spank yourself.”
April’s head turned and she opened her eyes. She was staring at me, her expression a mixture of confusion and anxiety.
“For every time you brought yourself to orgasm since last night’s session, I want you to spank yourself three times – reach back and slap your sexy bottom so you can feel the sting… and imagine it is me, staring down at you sternly, my expression grim as I punish you for coming without your Master’s permission.”
I paused for an instant, sat back in the chair and pulled the boom arm of the mic closer so that I was comfortable. “I’m not talking about the times you might have orgasmed with your lover,” I went on in my deepest, sexiest voice, “I’m talking about the times you were alone, with your fingers thrust deep inside yourself while you were fantasizing about your Master. They are the orgasms you are to be punished for – they are the releases that I strictly forbade you.” The soft lull of my voice disappeared in an instant and suddenly the words lashed like a whip. “Spank yourself!” I commanded. “Three times for every secret nasty disobedient orgasm you gave yourself.”
The music came up. Perhaps in the silence it merely seemed louder. I closed my eyes and started to count to thirty when suddenly there was the sound of a loud slap.
My eyes flew open. April was spanking herself.
I gaped at her in surprise.
Her hand was rising and falling like an axe, the ‘crack’ of each slap leaving a livid red mark on her bottom. Her eyes were screwed tightly shut and there was a bleak expression of intense breathless arousal on her face that seemed an intoxicating cocktail of erotic thrill and determination.
Twelve times the loud sound of her spanking herself echoed around the tiny booth before the tension finally went out of her body and she seemed to shudder. Her eyes came open, misted and distant like she was waking from a delicious dream. She turned her head slowly, saw me staring at her, and then blushed with the awkward embarrassment of a schoolgirl. She trapped her bottom lip between her teeth and lowered her head like she was ashamed.
For a moment I was lost – shocked out of character. Long seconds of silence went out across the airwaves. Finally I said, “Remember the sting. Remember how it feels to disappoint your Master… and remember that your mouth, your breasts, your pussy – and your mind, all belong to me now. You gave them to me – you su
rrendered yourself to me last night when you knelt at my feet and touched that secret part of your soul that craves to submit. Don’t ever disappoint or disobey me again.”
In the background I could hear a song ending. I let some of the sting go from my voice. “We’re going to take a short break. When we come back, you had better be prepared to please me.”
April leaped to her feet instinctively and punched at the keyboard. Her face was flushed. She bent over the desk in just her panties and bra and I could see the dampness of her arousal soaked through the fabric between her thighs. Her bottom was still bright red, the marks of her spanking burned on the pale flesh like a brand.
She set four commercials to play and then straightened, sweeping the hair away from her face. We stared at each other in silence, neither of us knowing what to say.
Finally April’s mouth twitched into a guilty smile. “You… you have been on my mind,” she said in understatement. “I’ve been thinking about last night and the idea of submission – a lot.”
I didn’t say anything. April was wringing her hands together, torn by her excruciating embarrassment. She had given herself four orgasms while fantasizing about me. She glanced around the small studio like she was looking for a place to hide.
“You didn’t have to spank yourself…” I began.
April shook her head vehemently. “No,” she insisted. “I wanted to. I decided I wanted to learn how to submit, and I can’t do that unless I commit to the experience completely. But our understanding hasn’t changed, Jericho,” she looked me steadily in the eye. “You arouse me – I never knew that submitting sexually in this way could be such an intense emotional and physical thrill… but I am in a relationship with my partner and I love her very much.”
“I understand,” I said. April was new to the lifestyle, and she would evolve into the woman she wanted to be in her own time. She was young – there were plenty of years ahead of her to work out who she wanted to be, and what sexually aroused her.
But it gave me an idea.
“You want me to train you through these sessions, but you don’t want it to develop into anything specifically sexual, right?”
