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Gemma didn’t tease her husband any further about his pain levels. When Joshua slept in the afternoon, she went to find Jason. He was back at his desk in the study, stabbing the keyboard with one finger.
She hovered by the door, frowning. “Are you sure you’re ready for work tomorrow?”
“I’m fine. Don’t fuss. I’m off the serious painkillers, my arm is starting to move again, and I’m bored at home.”
She rolled her eyes. “Bored with me!”
The realisation came upon her: she needed him to wake her up and return things to normalcy. As much as she’d enjoyed being his service slave over the last few days, the kinky submissive was desperate for attention. He obliged her.
“Over here, now.”
She scampered towards him as he swung his chair backwards. Since he was right handed, there was no issue being spanked by him over his lap. She kept as still as possible so not to tempt him to hold her down with his other arm.
“Uh!” she muttered with each smack. She didn’t care how hard he spanked her; the pain came as a relief. Each jarring blow drove the stress of the past few days out of her body. Her toes anchored her to the floor, and she pressed her palms into the carpet pile. Perched up high, on his lap, with her skirt yanked back and knickers around her knees, she wriggled her bare bottom at him. A classic pose, and one she adored. The smacks rained down in rapid succession. He built up a rhythm, increased the pace and distance, until the sound of the slaps echoed about the room.
“Let me know when I hit your masochist button, subbie, because then I’m going to take you further, and you can join me in the world of black and blue.”
“Yes, Master,” she moaned.
He did as he said he would and took her bum out of the red zone and into the bruised one, courtesy of a wooden ruler. She couldn’t remember the last time he spanked her so harshly. Blissful! A rapid state of subspace descended over her. The pain lifted. Her mind floated away. She forgot about images of smashed cars, which had been giving her nightmares, and concentrated on the hand caressing her bottom between spanks. The perfect re-boot for both of them, and he went rock hard under her belly.
Abruptly, he pushed her off his lap and dragged her head there. Gemma fumbled with his zipper, befuddled by her mental state. She eagerly took him deep in her throat.
He tilted back in his chair. “Best fucking medicine, beating the shit out of you and a blow job,” he groaned.
Her body shook with anticipation as she bobbed up and down. The tip of his penis had found some G-spot at the back of her throat; it had never existed before. A shot of electricity charged across her body, straight to her tingling bud.
“Please. Sir. Please,” she spluttered.
He chuckled. “You whore. Want it that bad, don’t you. Go on, then. You’ve been a good nurse to me.”
Gemma came then Jason did, and she licked him clean in a stupor of ecstasy.
There they remained, with her curled up for him to rest his feet on while he dozed, content and uninterested in his laptop.
The next day, she sent out another update.
News Flash. Jason is back at work today. Normal service has resumed. His lordship went happily in the car, so he isn’t commuting by helicopter as a substitute. His arm, shoulder in particular, will take a few more weeks to be completely normal, but this will mainly effective his golf swing. His levels of patience, tolerance, and bossiness are all back in full working order. Suggest you now send gifts to me. I would welcome chocolates and a bottle of gin.
Gemma smiled as she hit the send button. She received a few humorous replies from various friends, and one from his American friend and fellow Dominant, Damien, who commented on Jason’s whip swing being impeded as well as his golf one. She e-mailed him an individual reply.
No respite for me, Damien. He’s got a lot of drunken-driver fury to work out, and I’m the whipping girl! Of course, I don’t mind, as long as it’s not the single tail.
Chapter 18. Growing Up
Joshua loved his new beaker, tipping it up and down, shaking it, and throwing it around the kitchen. Gemma had become superfluous to requirements. At eight months of age, he’d lost interest in breast milk. She had to accept the fact Joshua didn’t need or want what she had to offer. He was growing up fast, too fast for Gemma.
Brushing away a tear, she told Jason, “I wanted to keep going longer.”
“You can’t make him, Gem. You’ve done well. Feel proud of yourself and let me reclaim those gorgeous breasts.” He dipped his head down and pressed a nose to her exposed cleavage. He inhaled through his nostrils, and she giggled at his playful gesture.
With her breasts back in action, Jason’s repertoire of play, whether for scenes or discipline, could be extended. The first opportunity arrived the week after her milk dried up.
Such was Jason’s keenness to have her back in the lair that Friday evening, he risked Joshua waking and disturbing them. He’d arranged, months previously, the installation of a sophisticated baby monitor, incorporated into a wall mounting, with a screen linked to a camera in Joshua’s bedroom. To doubly ensure nothing could happen to Gemma if Jason had to dash out, he never bound her hogtied or in a stress position.
He held up a pair of medical scissors. “I’ll keep these within reach. If Joshua hollers, and I’ve roped you, I’ll loosen your bindings, but if you have to, you can cut yourself free. Agreed?”
She gave her agreement with a lingering kiss on his lips. Her Master, the ever-vigilant Dominant, always kept her safe.
