The Brat and the Master - a BDSM Erotic Novel by Aishling Morgan Page A

to more promising territory, where every second building seemed to house a bar or restaurant. Most of these were typically French, along with a surprisingly high number serving north African food, one of which they chose on the toss of a coin. They ate outside, sipping wine and sampling dish after dish while they took in the passing crowds.
    As dusk fell, Lille began to come alive, with as great a variety of people on the streets as might have been expected in London, including many attractive girls. Adam allowed himself to admire the talent openly, now mellow with wine and secure in the knowledge that Elaine was doing exactly the same and might be critical, but never jealous.
    ‘She’s nice,’ he remarked after a while, nodding to where a pretty girl with dark, bobbed hair and heavily made-up eyes was walking past the row of fountains that fronted the station. ‘Lovely round bum.’
    ‘You like petite girls, don’t you?’
    ‘I’m not all that fussy, if the truth be told, but yes, if I had to pick an ideal, she’d be petite. And you?’
    ‘It’s mainly in the personality, but cute and soft does it for me, like Caroline.’
    ‘I meant among the girls we can see.’
    ‘Oh. Hmm … at the table next door, with the wild hair, next to the man in the green top. She looks as if she could do with a good brush-up, then a spanking.’
    ‘She’s probably travelling, but yes, why not? OTK in front of her boyfriend and all the other customers.’
    ‘Excellent!’ Elaine laughed. ‘And yours?’
    ‘Does she deserve a spanking? Adam countered. ‘Yes, of course she does, just for the way her bottom wiggles under her skirt. I’d turn it up, pull her knickers down and hold her hand over her head to do it standing, or maybe make her touch her toes, with her feet apart and her panties stretched tight between her knees. That would be a fine sight, wouldn’t it?’
    Elaine answered with a pleased murmur and took a swallow of her wine, finishing the glass.
    ‘Another carafe?’ Adam suggested. ‘Or a bottle of something better – Alsace, perhaps?’
    ‘You’re the expert.’
    Adam took her answer as acquiescence and signalled the waiter for a bottle of Tokay. The light was now completely gone and the atmosphere of the Place de la Gare bright and gay, also slightly sleazy in a way Adam couldn’t help but like. Elaine seemed to be enjoying herself, very relaxed as she sipped her wine, although the formality of her dark skirt suit set her at odds with most of those around them. Watching her from the side of his eye, he reflected that she was certainly among the most attractive of the girls in view, and, with her serene, slightly cool expression and rather detached manner, as good a candidate for a spanking as any. He knew better than to comment, and stayed silent until she spoke again.
    ‘Now there’s a girl you’ll like.’
    She was looking somewhere behind Adam, who turned to see a girl standing by the ornate bus stop across the road.
    ‘The little blonde with the snub nose and freckles?’
    ‘That’s the one. Well?’
    ‘Oh, definitely. She looks the sort to be shocked but accepting, and probably up for a suck afterwards.’
    ‘In your dreams!’
    ‘Why not? Spanked girls are often up for it, as you know perfectly well, although obviously I’d have to talk her round rather than just do it.’
    ‘I bet you’d love that, though.’
    ‘What, if I could just spank her because I feel she deserves it, or needs it? Oh yes. I’d tell her it’s improper to go about in a skirt like that, which is true. One puff of wind and she’d have her knickers on show.’
    ‘And you’d mind that?’
    ‘Of course not, but it’s not fair on men, is it, to go about like that? Imagine all the erections she causes, not to mention arguments between couples if the guy gets caught looking. She should definitely be told off, then taken into the bus stop and put over my knee. I’d have to turn her skirt up, obviously, and we all know