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

a spanking just isn’t a spanking unless the panties come down, so I’d have to get her bare.’
    ‘And how about all the erections that would cause?’
    ‘That’s different, because once she was well spanked I’d spread her out across my knee and let any guys who’d got turned on toss off over the view. In fact, that would be part of her punishment.’
    ‘You bastard!’
    ‘Not at all. It would be a well-deserved and fitting punishment for being such a little flirt. And she’d certainly learn her lesson.’
    Elaine laughed and shook her head, smiling as she went back to her wine. Adam made a discreet adjustment to his cock, then turned his chair a little so that he could watch the girl, who hadn’t moved.
    ‘She looks a bit lost, actually,’ Elaine remarked.
    ‘She’s probably waiting for a bus.’
    ‘I don’t think so. Several have come and gone since she’s been there. Do you think I should go and talk to her?’
    ‘Are you serious?’
    ‘Why not? She’d think you were trying to pick her up, but me? I’m not an obvious lesbian, am I?’
    ‘No, not really. So what are you getting at?’
    ‘I ask if she’d like to join us for a glass of wine, we talk, and who knows? Stranger things have happened.’
    ‘I must have led a sheltered life. It’s one thing on the fetish scene, but …’
    ‘But you never know, and there’s no harm in talking,’ Elaine answered, and got to her feet.
    Adam watched in fascination as Elaine walked across to the girl, who responded to the approach with a cautious smile. Elaine posed a question, in French and inaudible to Adam, which the girl answered at length. Finally, Elaine stepped away and walked quickly back to their table, her face now pink with blushes.
    ‘What did she say?’ Adam asked.
    ‘She says it’s a thousand euros for the night,’ Elaine replied, ‘and I can watch but she doesn’t do girls, so no joining in.’
    Adam laughed in delight, then gave a shrug to the watching girl, who immediately stuck her nose into the air and strode off. Elaine sat down, pink-faced but smiling, and the moment the girl was out of sight, she put her face in her hands, in an exaggerated gesture of humiliation, before speaking up.
    ‘How was I to know she was a pro?’
    ‘Possibly by the length of her skirt,’ Adam replied. ‘But I didn’t realise either. A thousand euros seems OK, though, for a whole night. Shall I go after her?’
    ‘No,’ Elaine answered. ‘It wouldn’t be the same.’
    ‘I know,’ Adam agreed. ‘I was only joking.’
    ‘Have you ever paid?’
    ‘No. I’m not against the idea, but it’s not for me. I like to feel a connection with the people I play with, and I wouldn’t get that if money had changed hands.’
    Elaine gave a solemn nod, her face serious for a moment, before once more breaking into an embarrassed smile.
    ‘That’s enough for one evening,’ she stated as she got to her feet. ‘Let’s go back to the hotel.’
    Adam put some notes on the table and signalled a passing waiter, then picked up the half-empty bottle of wine and joined Elaine, taking a pull from the neck as he reached her.
    ‘Adam, really!’ she chided.
    ‘This is a
Fürstentum,’ he told her. ‘I’m not leaving it.’
    Elaine shook her head but accepted the bottle when he offered it to her, taking a gulp of wine before casting a guilty glance over her shoulder. Nobody paid the slightest attention, and they continued to drink as they walked past the station and back across the bridge. The crowds were soon left behind and they found themselves walking through near-empty streets overshadowed by high concrete buildings. After a while, Elaine took Adam’s hand once more, and they shared a nervous glance as they entered a strip of overgrown parkland shadowed by the pillars of a flyover. Adam did his best to seem nonchalant, but his heart jumped when two hard-faced men came past the other way and he was pleased to get back to the hotel. They’d booked