Perfect Picture Pt 05

Millie virtually commands me to go back and talk to Jack again once she has finished enjoying subsuming me under her heated flesh. Even though she is my junior in both age and office experience, I have no answer to her insistent pleas and requests and so, once it is time to shut the office up, I find myself striding down the high street whilst Millie heads off home once she has stopped me on the pavement and kissed me passionately. I blush furiously and she giggles then tells me to make sure I phone her with the good news and I wonder at the ineffable optimism of youth. I had already warned her that Jack might not want to meet her but she just raised one eyebrow and informed me that he better had or she would be spanking my pretty bottom instead for failing her.

Smiling slightly at the memory, I slide through the few shoppers who have been brave enough to endure the continual rain and find myself hesitating outside the lighted windows of the gallery. I stare unseeing inside as I think about his reaction to seeing me again. Will Jack be angry over the previous visit and therefore furious when I appear yet again? Maybe he will cancel tomorrow's session and leave me in the infernal chastity belt for even longer? A quiver of frustration runs through me at the thought and yet, I know, that I would also like that to happen too. There is something about being prevented from using my own body that excites me greatly. It is almost a supreme example of selflessness to bequeath my right to enjoy my body to somebody else.

A sudden tap right in front of my nose on the window from inside and I break free from my reverie and see him there, staring back at me, bright blue eyes quizzical. He crooks his forefinger at me and I take a deep breath and open the door, stepping inside the warmth as little rivulets of rain water cascade off my coat.

"Catch your death of cold out there, Rhian," he states, shutting the door firmly behind me and then locking it before he reverses the old-fashioned sign on the door to show that the gallery is now closed. "What's the matter? Changed your mind about seeing me again and want that belt off your lovely body?"

"Oh god no!" I blurt out and I am oddly satisfied when I see him sigh deeply in relief. "It's the girl I was with earlier. She made me come in here..."

"So it wasn't you then being desperate to escape your punishment? Glad to hear it, Rhian, but you could have explained that via an email..."

I take a deep breath then try and explain but it all comes out in a rush and eventually, Jack holds his hand up and I grind slowly to halt.

"So what I think I have understood so far is that this girl you work with recognised that it is you in the pictures in the back room and that I am the person responsible for them?"

"Yes, that's right but..."

His hand snakes out and covers my mouth, warmth pressing my babbling words back inside.

"And that she announced this in the office then found out that you were wearing the belt too? How did she manage that?"

I had been hoping to skirt round that issue but it is clearly a time for complete honesty and so I explain how we had kissed and then one thing had led to another very quickly. There is a tiny quirky lift of his lips as I mutter out how Millie had taken charge and I realise that he is trying hard not to laugh at my embarrassment.

"So now you have found out that you like girls as well as men, have you? To think you were so innocent just a week or so ago!" he muses. Then he presses a soft kiss on my lips before he wrinkles his nose slightly as he pulls away and asks, "So am I tasting you or her, I wonder? Or a mixture of both?"

My face flames scarlet and he laughs out loud and tells me that he will expect a full and comprehensive report on what transpired between Millie and me via email that evening.

"Oh and she wants to meet you, Jack!" I throw in off-handedly just to pay him back for laughing at me.

"What?"

"Yes, she does being a mad, impetuous slip of a girl!" I say tartly and he chuckles and slides his hands round and cups my buttocks through my skirt. "She wants to be spanked by you but only if I am there to hold her hand as it were..."

"Or lick her other parts perhaps?" he opines, raising one eyebrow thoughtfully. He hesitates for a moment then comes to a decision. "Tomorrow, Rhian. Bring her with you tomorrow afternoon and we shall see if she is serious! In the meantime, you need to be chastised for turning up twice without permission, don't you?"

"Yes, sir," I whisper out and I love the way in which mischief and desire dances in his blue eyes in response to my simple words. He switches the lights out in the gallery then takes me by the hand and leads me over to the desk and bends me over it, hands stroking over my bottom cheeks then raising my skirt upwards. A rush of desire instantly flows through my flesh and it intensifies as he pulls down my knickers and tucks them into his pocket before he begins to caress my naked arse gently. A few pats after a while and then comes the first serious spank, instilling pain into my soft skin. A sudden flurry has me going up on tiptoe and gasping and then he goes back to rubbing and stroking the heated area before there is another sharp rain of spanks.

I hiss and sigh out into the gallery, my moans chasing the echoes of each smack round the room. I turn my head slightly and see the shadows of people passing by and idly wonder whether they can see into the darkness. What would they feel if they saw the reddened buttocks gleaming back at them? Disgust, fear, jealousy? All I feel is pain and pleasure, intermingling oddly in my flesh and mind. The subtle warmth suffusing my skin and the sweet vibrations that travel straight into my trapped clitoris, teasing it unmercifully. I push my hips down harder against the desk edge wondering if I can come by crushing the leather into my bulging nub but it isn't quite enough. Jack knows it too and I hear him laugh behind me before he awards me another dozen or so hard spanks that sting my bare skin harshly.

"Stay still right over the desk, Rhian," he commands and I lean forward further, feeling my breasts flatten out into the wooden top. I hear his zipper and then his footsteps as he walks round and I am already opening wide, eager to suck on his lovely length. The swollen helmet of his cock edges inside me slowly, parting my lips, teasing its way inside my warmth and then I am licking away on command, relishing the task of pleasing my master as he uses my mouth as he desires because that is his right. He pushes forward further and more of his shaft slithers into me while he reaches over and smacks me again, arm at full extent so that he can reach my naked arse cheeks. I suck harder as the pain floods into my senses, wrapping my tongue round his throbbing glans, worshipping the beauty of being a devoted servant to sir.

Without warning, pain explodes in my brain and I gasp once then find myself choked by his cock thrusting deeper, edging into my throat. More pain excoriates my body and I realise that he is now using something much harder than his hand on my vulnerable bottom. Wood perhaps? The idea stays with me as I recognise the sound of the implement striking my flesh. The old ruler that was lying on his desk earlier when Millie and I came to visit? He had been toying with it then at one point, stroking the brass-bound edge, and now I knew it was being used to chastise me. His prick ploughs in and out of my mouth harder, stifling my squeals as the heavy ruler whips down another dozen times or so and then Jack pulls away and walks round behind me again and I am bereft, desiring the sticky heat of his semen filling my mouth.

His feet kick my legs further apart and he stands in between my thighs so that I can feel the slight roughness of his trousers on my bare skin. I feel rhythmical movements from the touch even as my mind cries out to have his beautiful cock slithering deep inside my pussy... or arse! I would not care which, I realise. I just want to be filled with him, to be worthy of accepting his seed deep inside my body but I am unavailable, trapped within the chastity belt. I hear a muffled grunt and then comes a spatter of wetness coating the heated skin of my bottom and I make a little moue of disappointment as I realise that his sticky spunk is erupting all over my arse instead of inside me. More of my master's seed rains down on the smoothness and then his hand stirs the come into my flesh, smearing it liberally all over my bottom and even the back of my thighs.

He reappears in front of me a moment later and I willingly clean his dribbling length for him, avidly teasing the tip with my tongue so that I can taste his saltiness. I suck hard on the wilting knob and extract the last oozing bubbles of come before he slides away once more and smoothes my skirt down over my bottom and whispers in my ear that he hopes I enjoy the ride back home on the bus.

"Especially as you will not be wearing your knickers," he adds, pulling me up from the desk. I turn and he kisses me softly then more passionately before he steers me to the door, unlocks it and pushes me gently out into the darkening world.

"Until tomorrow, Rhian!"

I can feel the stickiness of his drying semen on my buttocks as I sit on the bus and realise that the lining of my skirt is going to be stained. I don't care though. I only want to think about the pleasant pain in my bottom as the bus crashes through potholes or lurches over the infernal speed bumps our roads are littered with. I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the rain-streaked window and see I am smiling slightly: maybe as enigmatically as the Mona Lisa? Jack has spanked me, used a ruler on my arse cheeks, sprayed his spunk over them and then kissed me. Which one is the one that makes me smile? Or is it all of them? My smile widens as I think about seeing him tomorrow with Millie as well and I quickly send her a text to let her know that my mission has been successful!