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“There, that’s done,” he said in the way a doctor does after they have performed some minor procedure.
“Thank you, sir.”
I was trying to emerge from my bizarre place of surrender. He could hear the disappointment in my voice.
“Gem, if I carry on you’re not going to be able to sit down.”
He was returning the belt to its correct location and as he tidied himself up, I could feel the damp moisture in my slit. Spanked but no fuck. I was in danger of sinking back into a place of frustration.
“Up,” he cajoled pulling on my arm. “We’ll continue this later, after they’ve left.”
A promise I hoped he would honour and I heaved my dead weight off the kitchen table and started the process of normalising my brain functions. My bottom had a hot pulsating glow to it and there would be welts forming. The little spanking episode had served its purpose - I was ready for parents.
The gatehouse rang and the message was announced; my parents were on the way up to the house. I checked my hair in the hallway mirror and opened the door to watch them pull up. Jason was by my side holding my trembling hand.
“It is fine, babe, they’re your parents,” he whispered reassuringly.
They gaped overtly, jaw dropping, mouths open. They probably thought Jason’s country house was a picturesque cottage retreat with a small walled garden containing quaint rose bushes and not the remnants of large manor house with a long drive, stable block and acres of estate.
“Mum, dad, it’s great to see you. I hope you didn’t get lost?” I asked with concern.
“Oh no, dear, your father likes to drive slowly on country lanes. You know that.”
She gave me a kiss and hug. My mother was petite whereas my father was tall and they often looked an odd couple. My dad gave me one of his bear hug type embraces. Jason stepped forward to be introduced having kept himself at a distance.
“Mum, dad, this is Jason Lucas.” I took Jason’s arm and he reached out to shake my parents’ hands.
“Pleasure to meet you, Jason.” My mum was easily taken in by Jason’s good looks.
Mother have you no shame!
Blythewood impressed and showing off the understated, restrained and tasteful interior helped the time we had together go well. Jason’s choice of furnishings and decor was modern yet low-key which helped complement the age of the house without the rooms looking antique and out-dated. My parents were continually in awe of the house and grounds. Their small semi-detached house must have seemed particularly cramped compared to Jason’s many bedroom mansion.
We ate in the main dining room. There was gentle cream paintwork on the walls with halogen lights in the ceiling and bared oak floor boards covered with a cream rug laid simply under the long table. Such a dark wood, it was ebony not oak and the matching chairs were covered in a soft white fabric. A nightmare to keep clean I supposed, but that was not my job at least. Between the two windows was a small fireplace, which was modern and recessed with white marble. Eating in the dining room reminded me of a doctor’s surgery, pristine and clinical in style and yet still it managed to exude warmth.
The grandeur of the room was imposing and my mum could not take her eyes off the silverware and crystal wine glasses. Jason was very helpful in the kitchen, reminding me that he was not incompetent on the domestic front. Every now and again, he gave my bottom a gentle caress as the heat of my spanking continued to fade.
Conversation about the dining table was somewhat stilted. Dad was a hospital pharmacist and mum had worked her way through various administrative roles, mostly for charities and small businesses. I realised I missed their idle gossip and small worldviews - such a contrast to Jason’s parents. The only awkward moment came when dad asked about my resignation.
“It wasn’t appropriate for me to work in the same company as Jason, dad. He’s the MD and I was an intern,” I told him as I glanced at Jason who was poking at his carrot and not entering into the conversation.
“Anyway, there will be other jobs and Jason is taking really good care of me. How is life in the hospital, dad?” I changed the direction of the conversation quickly.
The rest of afternoon went well. We walked my parents around the gardens, which meant a lengthy time examining the contents of the flowerbeds and naming the rare shrubs. Then I watched as they gawped at the indoor pool.
My mum held me tight when we came to say goodbye. “Take care, darling, won’t you?”
Her tone was not of a mother who was pleased with her daughter’s circumstances. Something troubled her and I knew it was because she saw me as Jason’s mistress. It was as if she expected a bona fida wife to leap out from a secret cubby hole and send me packing. I may not be Jason’s wife, but a mistress was not far removed from the correction definition. I was his bedroom companion and little else it seemed. My earlier pre-spanking misgivings were resurfacing rapidly.
“Mum, please, I’m fine.”
I kissed her back with as much self-confidence as possible, her doubts must not become mine. I could see dad was still looking for answers to questions that neither of them had asked. Thankfully, as I expected, he let them lie unsaid and kissed me gently on the cheek. I bowed my head as I realised I wanted more from him, something complimentary or congratulatory, after all I had found a wealthy successful man. Surely, my relationship with Jason amounted to some accomplishment in my otherwise dull life!
Jason and I walked back inside as they disappeared down the driveway. I flopped down on the couch and shut my eyes.
“Thank God that’s over with.” I rubbed my forehead with my fingers.
“They weren’t bad, Gemma. Very pleasant in fact.” Jason settled down next to me and began running his hand up my leg.
