Nurturing Susanne, Chapter 5, A Christmas Carol

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Nurturing Susanne

Chapter 5

A Christmas Carol

As they drove away from school each sank into their own reverie. Susanne tried to make sense of the newest revelations. Much was left unanswered. So much had been answered, but it sounded hokey as all hell in a hand-basket. So Dirk had a brother... big deal. He’d had an affair with, and was now married to Dirk’s wife... ok, crappy luck, but life happens, didn’t she know that? ... The name thing... like she cared! Dirk would explain when the time was right, of that she was certain. This was a man who had brought Chris back from the brink of his own destruction. He was Chris’s daughter’s Godfather for goodness sake! That’s how trustworthy this hunk of a man was. Yes, Dirk had come out unscathed.

Dirk caught a glimpse of Susanne’s face. She was deep in thought. This was so unfair to her. He’d not a single doubt in his mind that she was more than capable of the task before her, but equally understood it wasn’t going to be as simple as merely meeting the demands of Deputy Head. Time for a little show ‘n’ tell – except it wasn’t. So he wound a path out of the city. The valley and hills loomed before them. It was too early, way too early in their relationship for this, he kept telling himself, but he’d had his hand forced by brother, dearest. “I’m going to take you on a journey, little dove,” he told her. Susanne smiled, taking his outstretched hand in hers and seemed to revive. “Are you up to it, given the day you have already had?” He kissed the back of her hand, half in apology and half in the “L” word that was threatening to escape on every breath.

She smiled naughtily. “I wear stripes on my ass, so I’m thinking maybe I am a Tigress not a dove?” she offered.

He rested their joined hands mid thigh. “Open,” he commanded. She’d reminded him now. Susanne pushed her legs apart. He slipped a hand beneath the skirt she wore, and ordered: “gimme a cheek, sweetness.” She quickly complied – like a good girl should. ...ooh the heat... he ran his hand under her thigh and along her stripes. “Mmmmm, what a good girl; I am so proud of you. You wear those stripes so well, young lady,” he cupped then patted her exposed cheek, delighting in watching her shudder involuntarily as they sped for the hills.

“The scenic route?” she unexpectedly wore a puzzled, almost panicked look. “All in good time,” he reassured her, gently. He shouldn’t, he should be concentrating on driving. He shouldn’t, he should be trying to figure out the latest turn of events. He shouldn’t, because he should be in control of himself, but he couldn’t stop sulking over missing out on the already familiar taste of her soft flesh beneath his lips, or the warmth of her silky skin yielding beneath his tongue as he licked unhurriedly and calculatingly over her inner thighs, so achingly slowly as he travelled towards the apex she so desired him at. Must not think how his mouth had nuzzled and his teeth gently nipped pulling those guttural moans from deep within his girl, demanding their release from her throat purely through him... Hands kneading flesh... Dammit, he hadn’t even had the chance to savour that luscious derrière, so spankalicious and in his favourite set of colours too. Mmmmm, those cane-sized welts. Then fucking Dan. Well, that had put him squarely back in the frame of mind he needed to be in now. The climax of their prior liaison – his fucking climax - must wait. Once again, fucking Dan. Once the city lay beneath his wheels, and he’d managed to get his annoyance with Dan’s timing under control, Dirk stopped the car. The city has hushed from the daytime humdrum and was beginning a far different song – a song Dirk identified with significantly more. “Look below you,” he tucked Susanne under his arm snugly. “And out to the sea.” Susanne looked from east to west in a giant curve. “My family own most of that.”

Astonished, Susanne stepped back, “No way! That makes you a... a...”

“Loeb? I am Nicholas John Loeb the third.” Dirk winced.

Susanne nodded, understanding the ‘Nick’ thing. “So you’re loaded,” she giggled, for the sake of saying something because Dirk looked so sad and clearly she’d been dropped on her head as an infant.

“Nope, I said ‘my family owns most of that’.”

The vision of Mrs Joyce sped to the fore. “How are you going to look after Mrs Joyce?” she wondered, obtrusively.

“All in good time.”

“You sound like your broth-” Susanne quit, the name strangled in her throat by Dirk’s expression.

“That man is not related to me, understood?”

“Tate?”

“I legally changed my name. Derek Tate is about as far removed as I could imagine from Nicholas John Loeb the third. Dirk was really for my Grams who adored Dirk Boggart.”

“He was really a Derek?” She asked, because she’d no better question at present and apparently had been repeatedly dropped on her head as an infant.

Dirk finally laughed aloud, the sound carrying far and wide to the city below, and Susanne loved it. They both got a fit of the giggles, each sobering before setting the other off again. It felt good, very, very good indeed. It was akin to grounding her, bringing her back from the surreal of, well, her own unimaginable actions. She’d witnessed Karen’s caning by Dirk, spanked the woman herself, been spanked. She shuddered as the ghost of ‘’spankings past’’ revisited her, and smiled. She boasted repeated crazy-hot sex with this gorgeous creature before her, who could do things with her body she didn’t know was possible, legal, or humanly achievable. She’d watched their Head Mistress go loco and cane a pupil, been caned herself, complete with stolen schoolgirl uniform that had shockingly been her idea. They both had been promoted. Ugh, then the tape had gone missing... so yeah, she took a cleansing breath from all that dizzying action and grounded herself from the utterly surreal; to the real as she listened to the sweetest sound, Dirk’s laughter. Hm, she thought, squeezing her thighs tightly, not the sweetest sound he made.

“My name, I didn’t think it through,” he cried with laughter. That was it, all she needed and they both dissolved into knee weakening giggles again until neither could see for tears of laughter. “C’mon,” he handed her back into the car. A few miles later and they stopped outside a formidable gated entrance. “The family pile,” he rolled his eyes in disdain. Susanne could tell he severely disliked being here. Here he was nobody, his hunched, rounded shoulders and introverted mannerisms screamed. “I have no trust fund, not a red cent from them,” he spat. Show over, they were on their way again.

In the middle of nowhere Dirk stopped the car, coming around and helping her out. Oh my, how she loved that chivalry. She’d thought it long dead, and mourned its passing. “I want to see you, little dove,” he said, nodding to the barrier railings around the edge of the cliff.

“Excuse me?” she gasped. Dirk inclined his head, all big puppy dog eyes, blinking at her. She sighed, then thought better of rolling her eyes or one of her snarky comments. She wanted to stay his good girl... until she wanted to be his bad girl! “What can I do for you?” she smiled instead, holding that thought.

Dirk sighed elatedly; the oppressiveness of ‘Loeb Towers’ slashed by his beautiful lady stood asking what he required of her. He had better watch himself or he would use the ‘L’ word and risk scaring her off. “Good girl. You are learning. It’s alright to make mistakes, however,” he reminded her. “Besides, the more mistakes you make, the more times I have to correct you.” He wiggled his eyebrows like a silent movie villain and patted that cute bottom. “Oh, and you should also know that purely because I don’t call you on it, doesn’t mean I haven’t noticed something. I will collect as and when I want. Why? Because I can. Now, go grab the railings for me, Tigress, feet hip width apart, please. I want to see you and that gorgeous bottom. I’ve been distracted with thoughts of it ever since we were rudely interrupted.” He leaned against the front of the car and folded his arms as she complied, walking the few feet to the guardrail. “You are perfectly safe, I wouldn’t allow you to be degraded by my action,” he added. He could paint that, right there, that glorious view, erotic, seductive, evocative and such a .... oh my, her hair caught on the breeze being pulled away to the sea... he snapped a photo quickly on his phone. Yes, he would paint that dazzling woman, just like this. “Oh, sugar, you have no clue!” he called, but the breeze took his words, too. She didn’t, couldn’t understand a tenth of what a sensual woman she was – what she evoked in men that other women tried so hard to imitate and yet was effortless to her. Oh, he’d decided somewhere along the line it was him that teased it from her, but the fact was this woman, and his lady was all woman, exuded such potent feminine power and he was merely along for the ride. It wasn’t his influence, she’d naturally got it all going on already... he was just late to the party. Why had it taken him so long? Oh yeah, he wasn’t sure she would like him for who he actually was and had procrastinated until she fell over his lap.

Susanne adopted the pose he wanted, teasingly pushing her bottom out slowly, her skirt flipped up giving him the view of her bottom she knew he craved. Why? Because she loved it and she had been asked to do it by her Dom... and boy, the breeze was heavenly around her fiery bottom. She thought back to yesterday. What a long way she’d come. She loved this new confident Susanne that only Dirk was able to coax from her. She wasn’t the overly cautious woman, or the prim language teacher or the main role: plain harassed single Mom. No, this was Susanne, a woman in her own right supported by this God ... she wiggled sensuously until her panties were at her ankles, her bottom jiggling as she worked them over one heel and flicked her foot behind her, deftly catching her panties. She heard Dirk gasp and did a happy dance in her head. Growing up with five brothers and those soccer tricks they made her do too had eventually paid off! She held them aloft on her pinkie finger and let the wind whip them from her, dancing on the breeze and carrying them down to the valley.

Dirk surreptitiously took his pulse, his mouth had dried. Rising. No brainer. She was, she was going to be the absolute cause of his death. Ahh! “Good girl! I wanted to see my Tigresses stripes.” And he had. He’d just never seen a woman do that! He wouldn’t have pushed her that far but was utterly delighted with her wicked self! He loved that fire. What. A. Sight. He was drooling. That round peach of a derrière, still fiery red sporting the added appeal of his cane lines. “Mmm, my girl, utterly spankalicious,” he called as she turned back to smile at him, a woman whose face lit up like she was drunk on love. He daren’t go over there or he’d take her, then and there over the railings – and it wouldn’t take long. “Ok, Ms Naughty, come back now... You know what, stay there!” What sort of a red-blooded male would he be to pass that beautiful woman up?

Not long after, to his utter discredit, they were speeding for the valley once more – blame it on the semi-dangerous location and her, just her... her utter sensuousness and that hot, hot body... plus it had been hours since he’d touched her and even then..... Ugh, Dan. It was time to shed some light on Daniel. He’d attempt to keep his cool whilst talking about this subject matter, he promised himself. “So, Dan,” he started, glancing at the hands Susanne had entwined, resting in her lap, “the Loeb’s had two boys, me: heir apparent and the spare, Daniel. I disinherited myself and changed my name after college, preferring to march to the beat of my own drum. Daniel became instant heir with a cool twenty million bucks as the rent-an-heir.”

“Is that why your wife and children are with him?” she interjected.

Dirk’s eyes wheeled on her, flashing furious. “He has nothing to do with my babies! Nothing, do you understand me?”

“Yes.” Susanne sank deeper into the seat. “I think I misunderstood.”

Dirk’s jaw ground as he drove in silence. He stopped a moment later outside a mansion not a deal less imposing than his parents’ palace. “This is where my alimony checks go. They finally married two months ago, right after I threatened to file a lawsuit.”

“They have children?” Susanne needed to get this straight.

“Aged eleven and seven,” Dirk nodded.

“H-How long ago were you married to her?”

“I’ll make this simple; I left her approximately eleven and a half years ago.”

Susanne dropped her head to her thighs. “Oh.” That was all she had. What a bastard his brother had been, knocking up Dirk’s wife whilst they were still married. Low. “So,” she started, careful to recap accurately. “She married non-gazzillionaire you then had an affair with your wealthy brother. She got herself pregnant thereby securing the fortune he inherited because you didn't. Now she has the mansion and all the trappings of position and wealth that affords, and yet she still expects alimony from you," she concluded. "Scheming.”

“Hm, more calculating, you’ll find. She’s also the Chairperson of our School Board.” Dirk scrubbed his forehead with his hand.

So Dirk had been married to Carole Sloan? Susanne couldn’t reconcile a ruthless woman with one wishing to assist young boys, Valley boys, get a proper education. It didn’t make the facts false, however. Dirk’s ex was the overriding vote of their antiquated school system. She scratched around her brain trying to make that image gel, and couldn’t... “Your promotion?” she suddenly wondered. She hadn’t questioned Dirk’s new position because it seemed a role he was born to hold. She’d only queried the validity of her own rise through the ranks.

Dirk shrugged half-heartedly. Clearly not his favourite subject matter. “I imagine so, but you never can second-guess her motives.” He put his hand back on Susanne’s leg, “I wish I could assure you that this tour would get better, but it gets worse first. Are you ok to press on?”

Susanne nodded. She’d go anywhere with him, obviously. “I like being taken hard and very fast.”

Dirk swallowed hard, choking wildly on his own saliva. She sure had a way with her, a way that always put a smile on his face. Sometimes that was a broad smile; sometimes a secret smile and with it the promises of shared secrets. Other times when it just was not appropriate to smile and he had to fight like the devil to stop it. This was a broad, amused smile, and by the look on her face, she knew what she’d done to him, all right. He made a note of that for later. He winked at her, “Oh, you just wait, young lady. You wait until you see what I have in store. You’re racking ‘em up.”

“Oh, yes, Sir,” she purred, in that way that suggested she knew precisely what she did to him, his heart, his body. “You have a store?” she added with mock innocence, sending him a wink when he looked at her.... but she’d pay in fifty shades of red, regardless - screw grey!

As though mutually understanding the significance, the joviality dissipated as they reached their next destination. “We have to walk for this one,” Dirk held out his hand to her as he rounded the vehicle. She looked quizzically at him, taking his hand. He smiled sorrowfully. “I want to introduce you to my wife and children.” Susanne got an instant lump in her throat, not least as he looked vulnerable for the first time. He’d looked miserable and defiant, wistful and hostile, but never had he looked so exposed. “So, here they are,” Dirk knelt, removing perfect wilted roses from the grave site of people who obviously meant the world to him. He knelt a while before standing beside Susanne and knotting his fingers tightly through hers. “Susanne Blanc, I’d like you to meet Jennifer, Gabriel and Reuben Tate.”

Susanne squeezed the hand she held tightly, in show of support. “The pleasure is all mine.” She choked up looking at a photograph of the two adorable, beautiful little boys, the youngest with a toothy grin denoting a typical four year old. She felt it wise not to say anything further and give Dirk the time he needed, allowing him to determine when they spoke and moved.

Eventually he turned to Susanne. She hoped he saw a profoundly less harrowed face staring back at him than she did. “May I have a moment with them alone?” Gosh, that was no request, it was his family! Susanne smiled softly, releasing him and backing silently away, retracing the path to the car.

Dirk knelt, accustomed by now to speaking to granite, but this time he couldn’t order his words. “Jenny, oh my darling, since the day you were taken from me I’ve never found anyone I cared about, let alone wanted to be my partner, but Susanne is that woman. Boys, daddy couldn’t ever love his big guys more, and nothing will ever change that, I pinkie promise, but I love the nice lady with the big heart that I brought to see you. She won’t ever replace your Momma or you in my heart, nothing can do that, I wouldn’t let it, but it is as though my heart doubled in size when I fell in” – he dropped his voice to a whisper – “love with her. And we all know, guys my heart has not been used since the day y’all were taken from me. Jenny, you always said you’d never want to see me unhappy, and now I’ve found someone I can be blissfully happy with. Give our daughter a kiss in your tummy, I love you. I love you guys so much.” He stood. For once his heart felt unaccustomedly full of hope and vitality, not torn and broken as always after a visit. Had Susanne made that much difference already? “I love you to the moon and back, always.” He dropped four finger kisses on top of the stone and turned from his past to his future.

Susanne sat attempting to relieve the sting of her caning by resting one cheek and then the other. It weren't working. “Do we carry on from our dip into the ghost of Dirk Tate past?” he asked, smiling lovingly as he slid into his seat. She nodded. He had discovered a lightness of spirit somewhere that she was as unexpected as it was pleasing. They drove in comfortable silence, weaving yet further downwards until they reached the pits of The Valley. She was equally unaccustomed to being in the depths of The Valley as she was in the dizzying heights of the hills earlier. The shouting, cussing... small children out openly on the street as night beckoned... oh gracious, how unsettling... “Who are looking after these children?” She turned to Dirk, hearing gunfire in the distance. “Sorry, but this is unacceptable!” She clutched his wrist in plea but for what? What possibly could Dirk do? They were already attempting to turn kids’ lives around at Shawnessey School.

Dirk had suspected Susanne would think a graveside was as depressing as it got. It was a shame that wasn’t the case. She was not spoiled. She’d merely been wrapped up and shielded as a suburban mom, and that was just fine, but there were ‘other sides of the track’ and this road trip was not over – not that he’d designed this as a lesson, far from it. Hell, he’d rather be at home with her wearing that outfit, him warming that ass through those far more appealing shades.

Right in the thick of The Valley, he stopped the car.

“You brought me to a Fire House?” Susanne blurted, furtively looking around.

Dirk watched her carefully take in their surroundings; the graffiti on the door, the smashed and boarded window. Could she see past that? “Yes, I did...” he said evenly, “in The Valley.”

Susanne had one question... one question more pressing even than why his family were buried together on the same date. “Why?”

He jumped out of the car and opened her door for her. “Because this was my home.”

“Oh God!” she squeaked.

Dirk laughed with genuine mirth at her lack of censure. “No, no, let me explain,” he towed her quickly to the Phoenix Chinese Restaurant adjacent, rather than have her focus on the building. He ushered her right inside the door. Upon stepping a solitary foot over the threshold the portly Chinaman threw his arms around him, a huge smile on his face. “Hi Papa,” he managed.

“Dirk!” he enthused, slapping him heartily on his back. “You’re back, my boy. Are you dining with this pretty lady?”

Susanne was already enchanted by his utter authenticity. “Yes, he is!” she added, ditching her sweater. The aromas were just too enticing already. “You had me at eating!” she winked as he switched around to see her face.

Sam’s eyes bulged, “Ooooh, I like her!” He switched from Dirk to the kitchen and hollered; “Yo! Bruce Lee, our favourite fireman’s in the house!”

Dirk looked at Sam, exclaiming excitedly “Callum’s back!”

Sam nodded, “Yep, you want the regular?”

Dirk grinned, “You remember my order?” he chuckled, at ease here.

Sam hit him upside the head smartly, finally releasing Dirk from his grasp. Susanne laughed, caught up in the moment, “I’ll have whatever he’s having. Hold the concussion!”

Sam winked at her, and she liked his cheeky wink. There was nothing lascivious about it like when Daniel had winked. “You got it, babe!”

Alone, and somehow restored, Dirk took Susanne in his arms and held her a moment. When was a good time to break the next bit of ‘lifestyles of the Dirk/Nicholas Loeb/Tate rich and not so rich famous/infamous’ road trip? Wow, his life needed a catchier title.

Susanne felt Dirk tense again, where a moment ago he was happily playing Sam’s foil. “What’s wrong?” she looked up at him. Oh, he was miles away!

“Hm?” He absently ran his fingertips up and down her spine as she stood in his arms.

“Dirk, may we sit?”

He blinked, back amongst them again in an instant. “Mama makes the best dumplings you have ever tasted.” He ushered her into a cosy booth ringed by photographs of fire fighters.

“Quite an accolade,” she grinned. She couldn't decide which was better, the fact she was going to eat in this unexpectedly gorgeous haven or the fact the gunfire had ceased in the distance.

Suddenly he was out of the booth so fast she almost yelped! “Callum!” he almost ran down to where a teenage boy was being escorted out into the restaurant in a wheelchair. “Mama Chan!” he enveloped her in a big bear hug, kissing her soundly on the cheek, his hand ruffling the boy’s hair beneath him.

“Oh, Dirk!” Mama Chan shooed him away. “I am not here to see you, silly boy, Papa says you brought me a pretty lady,” She grinned in Susanne’s direction and waved before turning back to Dirk. “She’s perfect. Needs some fat on her bones!” she swatted him with a dish towel and headed back to the kitchen. “I’ll go make extra dumplings!” The dish towel waved up in the air.

“Hey!” Dirk feigned a wounded protest, “It’s not my fault, I only just picked her up on the street a moment ago!”

Susanne instantly fell in love with the family and found herself smiling for no apparent reason. Hey, if someone wanted to fatten her up, well, she was all for it. Dirk looked up at her, from where he squatted beside Callum’s wheelchair, and grinned, his eyes twinkling. He seemed very at home here. There was history here, for sure. Mama Chan appeared, pulling Callum back to the kitchen muttering to Dirk. Dirk re-took his seat, his sentimental smile lingered on his glowing face. She was gonna burst it, gonna have to burst it... in 3... 2... 1... “Tell me everything, Dirk,” she squeezed his hand.

Dirk sighed inwardly. Well, what the hell. Now was as good a time as any. “This was my Fire House. I became a senior fire-fighter here, part of a Rapid Intervention Team.” The gunfire started up again. “We go through a lot,” he grimaced, listening to the shots, “of fire fighters here.” This was pretty automatic shrink fodder, actually. He’d learned to tune out whilst he delivered this tragic tale, and yet he fought not to now, for Susanne’s sake. He owed it to her to see this through.

“Yo! Heads up!” Sam hollered, throwing one bottle and then another to Dirk. The move was well practised.
Dirk screwed off the tops, absently, handing the first to Susanne, popping the second and taking down the framed photograph from the wall above her head. “Here, this is me.” He continued on. “We had some near misses, some people got injured, killed even, in the line of duty, but that was nothing compared to the call we took one day.” He found himself squeezing Susanne’s hand, anchoring himself through her. “It was a house fire at one hundred and seventeen Roosevelt. We all jumped into our gear and headed out over there, adrenaline pumping. News was coming in from dispatch – woman inside, could hear her screams... It wasn’t until we arrived and saw Gabriel’s bicycle lying on the lawn that any of us realised the address given was my home.” He didn’t look up. “It’s quite common, they tell me. Adrenaline and all that shit. My heavily pregnant wife was trapped inside with our two sons. I tried. Hell, we all tried, over and over and over again to reach them. They sent another truck and off duty fire fighters all rushed over as the word spread, but we could not reach them in time.” He watched a single tear fall to the cloth. “And that’s how I lost my entire family. I am the fireman who could not even save his own family.” Now he looked up, he had to know what was going on in her mind.

“And now you have a new family, too,” she smiled radiantly, unflinching. It might have the opposite effect to the one she was hoping for, but it was a tactic she was willing to attempt. They would have years together to work through the damage he’d been through, but for now all he needed to understand was how she was willing to do that with him. It would not scare her away. Nothing could. “Simply put, you were not at fault, although you could pay any shrink to tell you that. I’m not patronizing you, merely stating that as a fact. You lost your family and nothing you did or didn’t do could affect that outcome. You have just told me that. Point in fact you told me yourself that an entire load of fire fighters couldn’t affect that tragic outcome. You mourn their loss, naturally, and should do. Anyone with an ounce of compassion mourns their passing with you, but now you have a new family, Dirk; Chris and little Camille ... and if you’ll have me?” She raised her eyebrows hopefully. The offer was there if he wished it. It was too soon but it appeared the ‘way too fast, way too soon’ ship had long since sailed.

Dirk had never looked at it like that. He was fearful of her rejection, given he’d been unable to protect his loved ones from their hideous death. “You are my voice of reason, little dove,” he stated simply. “I am so thankful for you.” Relieved, his fears allayed, he kissed the back of her hand, running her smooth silky skin along his jaw. How lovely she was. How utterly grateful he was for this priceless jewel.

She winked saucily, “you should be,” and took a long pull on her bud. “Even these plush seats are hellish on a caned derrière,” she purred, taking up her chopsticks in the next breath, “Let’s eat!”

Dirk followed her wide eyes to see Mama scuttling towards them, a banquet of steaming hot and delicate seafood dumplings aloft on a tray. "Oh, Mama!", she’d outdone herself.

“Pfft! Was nothing, boy. Now eat up or Papa and I will be offended,” she warned, running a motherly hand under Susanne’s chin, tipping her eyes up to the elderly Chinese woman’s adoring gaze and lovingly tapping her cheek.


“One more exciting, exotic destination for the road?” Dirk implored as he seated her gingerly into the car. She was in a food coma, but she nodded, graciously. “Well, more,” he winced, as though he understood the measure of just how boring her life was, and was, in fact, apologising for pushing the limits of her stamina. She would be home by now, reading. Who was she kidding? Home from where on the weekend? This was the most exciting Saturday she’d had in a while since she bleached the tile grout.

How she’d hated to see this dominant man so utterly bereft at his family’s grave. He’d been so much - a doting husband and father, a family man. He’d been the prodigal son and heir to a fortune that could bail any given third world country out of debt. He’d been a brother to a man who betrayed him by having an affair with his wife and getting her pregnant. She shifted in her seat, the view of Dirk far more appealing than the streets they drove through now, and it gave her bottom relief. And right now, she’d seen the man most at home, deep in The Valley, with a Chinese family who openly adored him – and it was reciprocated. Mama Chan had made him take more dumplings, insisting she’d made them for him. Susanne, little as she clearly actually knew him, knew that no one would be able to make Dirk do anything he didn’t want to do, and although they’d both declared they could not eat another bite, he'd graciously taken them from her, kissing the dear woman soundly as they left. Hmm, the proximity of the Fire House; something occurred to her. “Dirk, did you live around there too?”

“Yep.”

Well, as a conversation starter, that wasn’t. She needed to understand more. “Ok, were the Chan family friends?”

“Yes, Callum was at my house that day and yes, the fire ravaged his legs. That’s also the reason he’s got PTSD and is mute.” Dirk gave her a challenging look.

“But is it the reason you give Mr and Mrs Chan money?” She’d seen him discretely hand a sizeable fold of what appeared to be money over.

“You mean guilt money?” He shot back.

She held her ground, defiantly. “Yes, that’s exactly what I am implying.”

He sighed heavily, shaking his head from side to side in mock reproach. “Busted. Yep, you caught me. They needed to rebuild their restaurant after their stove top fire. Burning to the ground right next door to the Fire House!” he rolled his eyes. “I could help financially, and they were ruined, both personally and financially as they were not adequately insured, you see. I felt obligated because I was to blame for Callum’s condition.” He snorted, as though that idea was laughable. “Not that Mama or Papa would ever allow me to shoulder the blame and never have done. They have done such an excellent job refurbishing the restaurant and worked so damn hard that I wanted to spring for a trip for them, maybe go to Vegas, y’know?”

Ah! They had named the restaurant The Phoenix! Subtle. Susanne smiled at just how passionately he spoke of the family she’d already come to think of so warmly. He was a gym teacher. Check. Ok, so he was a Head Master – she thought about her trip over his oak desk, rattan on oak. The unmistakeable scent that lay thick around the room, betraying her arousal. She shifted in her seat recalling the tap, tap, tap of cane across her bared bottom, and the knowledge that when it left her virgin flesh it would kiss her derrière at speed upon return. So, he had told her that he’d refused his inheritance, right? Check She didn't dream that up.... Mmmmm, trying not to clench her bottom waiting for the initial stinging blow to assault her cheeks, instinctively realising that would be a grievous mistake in Dirk’s mind. Time froze as she waited for the first stroke to land, both questioning her sanity to ask for this and accepting that she knew the answer why she asked for it – she wanted it... and so she held her position – trusting this one man. That first whack! stung with unrivalled intensity as though a poker had lain beneath molten coals until it glowed white hot and was merely laid across her flesh, searing, sinking deep into her tissues. That is until the second stroke landed, thwack! making a mockery of the first one and replacing the almost childlike spank by comparison. So, no inheritance, school teacher salary... Check The sums were not adding up. Crack! crack! crack! Ooh, that cruel cane, wielded with expertise across her crimson posterior. Involuntarily her buttocks clenched. The action pulled on the welts adding fuel to the fire. How it must have looked as he lined her poor ass... line after fiery line, flames licking around those punished cheeks and sit spots. Karen’s body hadn't been displayed in such a provocative position when he caned her bottom, draped over the pommel horse. All her own treasures must have been on display, and yet each stroke landed with precision. No harm was visited on her intimate area as it reached high over the hard wooden desk, only a pleasure she'd never reached before kissed the entire area. It was that; that unfathomable itch Dirk had set on fire within her, and that excited her, turning her into that naughty schoolgirl with unparalleled ease. She wriggled around in her seat, growing warmer by the musing! Earlier she had felt her heartbeat pulsing through those cane lines as he'd turned her, slapping her throbbing, bare ass on the desk before his hungry eyes. Now a different throb curled through her body not a million miles from those raised lines! M-mm-mmm, phew, it was getting hot in here.

Dirk drove, astonished at how she called him on everything at every twist and turn, and he rolled over like a puppy dog! Yep, for sure, she was the one. He’d known it even before Mama and Papa started warning him not to screw up and drilling him that she was not rebound girl. Mama had almost finished Susanne’s Bridal Gown design before they had eaten!

“What are you grinning at?” Susanne asked.

“The Chan’s adore you, you know.” Dirk chuckled. She looked flustered suddenly as she fanned herself with her hand. He hoped it wasn’t Mama’s dumplings about to make a re-appearance. He set the temperature down a few degrees.

“Yeah? But what do you think?” she challenged, playfully.

“If they love you, then you’re good enough for me!” Dirk stated evenly, still worried at the deep crimson flush on her décolleté.

“Good, because I love you.” What? Susanne couldn’t have laid on the thickness more if she’d had a trowel. She’d meant to make a witty quip about the Chan’s taste being as elegant as their décor, but ended up blurting the truth - because she was a freak who had been repeatedly dropped, probably, on her head as an infant.

Dirk eyed her cautiously, “Wanna take that back?”

“Nope” she popped the ‘p’. “It’s out there now, come what may. I, Susanne Elizabeth Blanc love you, Dirk!”

And it came to him, right there... “Enough that even my name change doesn't matter?”

She was high, or waiting to crash, she’d zero idea which, but Dirk would get every answer from her truthfully. Let the chips fall where they may. “What’s in a name!” she scoffed. “I changed mine when I got married.” She was floating so high she didn’t hear the soft purring of the Italian engine stop.

Dirk turned to her. She was a vision; off somewhere, totally blissfully, his little dove. She would daydream like this at school and he’d watch her wishing he could be wherever she was in her reverie. “Susanne,” he called softly, at once acutely aware his days hiding as Dirk Tate were over. No, he needed to accept his life under that moniker was behind him. He’d loved a woman, taken her as his wife and had children as Dirk and nothing could ever touch or taint those memories, yet now he was looking at his awfully flushed future wriggling around in her seat.

“Hm?” She blinked, rousing herself and waiting for his instruction. What a good sub she’d make. He’d adjust where he found it necessary, but they needed to explore one another too. He didn’t want a slave, after all.

“That’s ‘yes, my Lord’,” he teased, “Not, ‘hm?’” He looked at her, cocking an eyebrow, “You ready?” she nodded once, solemnly, stealing herself in her seat. He was convinced she’d picked up his intonations already and was playing along with him. He loved that. “Ok,” he cleared his throat “I, Nick Loeb, love you, Susanne Blanc.” She smiled back at him adoringly, her eyes so alive and blue. How would he mix that blue when he painted her? He cupped her face, bringing her to his mouth and kissing her deeply and passionately, firing his own hunger, but he could care for restraint right now. Susanne reciprocated, matching his desire with an equal fervour, her flush deepening, and now he knew it wasn't the dumplings after all! He kissed her with childlike zeal, “I love you,” he began peppering her face with tiny kisses, each intersected with ‘I, Nick Loeb love you.’ Or ‘I love the hell out of you, woman’ or ‘tell me that you love me’ or simply ‘let me hear it.’ Susanne sighed into his mouth, moaning beneath his famished lips. “Say my name,” he demanded, red-blooded lust overtaking the last ounce of reason he possessed.

“Nick. I love you, Nick,” Susanne said, surprised how well that sounded in her mouth, how easily it rolled from her tongue. And there they were. Two mature adults acting like a couple of teenagers in a car.

... And speaking for herself, of course, she loved it, looking down at his thumb grazing back and forth over her nipple and enjoying the way it now looked through her silk blouse - the invisible thread pulling tightly between her breast and the fire roiling down below in her. So it was too soon, so what? It wasn't as though she was lying. Not even a little bit. Well, she loved Dirk – knew how to moan that name in the throes of passion. It might take a while to get used to calling him Nick, but she’d manage.... she grinned.

Nick pulled back, warily eyeing her sideways, “What?”

“Nick!” she giggled.

“Oh, you think that’s funny?” he chuckled and ticked her incessantly, refusing to agree to any of her bribes, incentives or even the threats, until she was crying with laughter and panting so hard he had to let her up for air.

“Oh my God, Nick,” she managed, sitting upright, gasping in her seat and whacking him in the gut.

Nick turned fully to see her face, the light flooding in from a house suddenly bathing her with a warm glow. Cerulean blue and cobalt – he could get lost in those eyes. She looked stunning, her hair mussed, just the way he loved it, her face flushed and black stuff running down her eyes a little where she’d howled with laughter. Yes, he loved this Susanne far superior to the immaculate Susan at school, whom he’d been utterly enchanted by. “See now, that wasn't so hard, was it?” he quipped, actually stunned at how fast and how sensuously his true name had nonchalantly rolled of her tongue.

“Not half as hard as you are,” she grinned wickedly, yet was feigning angelic innocence in the time it took him to check his groin and meet her eyes.

It would be a falsehood to say she was wrong. It would also be a mistake to act upon that primal urge out here. He climbed out of the vehicle and went around to Susanne’s side. “Come on, Ms Tease, we will have to do this part on foot. You steamed up all the glass.” He couldn't keep his wide Cheshire Cat grin in check. “Shocking behaviour, young lady!” She brazenly grazed her ass across his groin as she walked past, causing a deep groan to issue from his lustfully aching body. “Unfair,” he grumbled.

“Oh I know, I’ll pay for that,” she looked over her shoulder and winked... “Nick.” She wiggled her bottom just to disable him wholly. “Coming?”

Dirk, no dammit, Nick dropped his hands to his knees and took a minute. She’d made him forget his own damn name! They had to discuss hard limits, soft limits etc, and they needed to really get to know one another – well, his Tigress seemed to know him well, and the conversation they had at Mama’s had sealed it for him. No, the way she’d handled meeting Jenny and his babies. No, the naughty school girl caning had shocked him – and nothing shocked him any longer. No, probably the way she dealt with Karen Hall in the gym. Oh, no, the way she’d handled his ex brother, Daniel. She’d remained classy throughout the... WOW, was it really only twenty four hours? Yeah, Susanne Blanc was the woman for him. He’d no doubts.

Recovered, slightly, he threw a casual arm around her and dropped a tender kiss to her upturned cheek. “In answer to your question; almost, you incorrigible minx. You have no idea how you’ll pay for that, young lady.” Mmmm, he revelled at the slight shudder his words evoked and swivelled her body, just so, his hand resting on his favourite target. “Now, can you see the window up there on the far right?”

He pointed to a small window above a noisy bar, packed to the rafters with what appeared to hold the flotsam and jetsam of The Valley. Susanne nodded. “Yes,” she said, with an uncomfortable feeling growing in her tummy.

“That’s where Christian is currently living with Camille.”

Susanne gasped. She was no snob, she’d travelled the world with Médecins Sans Frontières, Chris alone didn’t belong here, but Camille above a bar? Recovered from her shock, she peered around Nick’s frame and back at the position of his car... would he need to change insurance now he’d reverted back to his former name?... and said, “You watch over them at night, don’t you.”

Nick tucked her firmly back under his arm, mostly so she couldn't see the shock on his face at yet again being rumbled. “Yes I do. That bar gets mighty rowdy some nights and I can’t buy Chris any protection because it's in the warring zone of two gangs. I-”

“Worry,” she finished. “What sort of human, what kind of Godparent would you be if you didn’t think about them?” She stood on tiptoes and kissed his cheek. “Are we going inside?”

Nick shook his head and ushered her back to the car. “Nope, not tonight. You’ll see them tomorrow. Now, you are staying at my place tonight, do you need anything from yours?”

“Clothing,” she said without questioning him. He was proud of her for not challenging his choice of domain and she’d know it when the tally was counted. It was a poor Dom who exclusively admonished a sub, unless that sated a mutual fetish, of course. Oooh, thinking of fetishes: he reached behind him and pulled out the school uniform he’d secreted there, insisting they brought it home to continue where he’d left off, and wiggled it suggestively before her eyes. “This is all you’ll need. I can see you, turning my kitchen cupboards out in utter despair wearing this,” he winked. “You don’t need a tonne of ‘girl’s stuff’? To water plants? Feed fish? Feed your neighbour’s dog? Feed your neighbour’s dog’s goldfish?” She stood shaking her head slowly as he spoke. “Hm, how do you sleep?”

Like he didn’t know! “With my head on your chest, my arm across it and my leg cocked over your dick, your arms around me, your hand on my ass... like a log,” she added, “with you snoring. Hmm, let’s see now. We’ll be indecent most the time, as you imply, and there’s no way in hell I’m turning out your cupboards, baby, turn ‘em out yourself, so logically I won’t need a tonne of crap, will I.”

“Splendid!” He grinned wickedly and checked his watch. He’d see just how much of a smart ass his little dove was in a half hour or so. It was time for phase two. “So, you have seen the money and position I gave away for principals and you have seen everything about my former life. Would you care to see the ghost of Nick Loeb present? See how I supplement my income?” Susanne nodded beside him, but that wasn't sufficient. It had been a trying day. Mama’s dumplings had soothed the soul, and the talk they enjoyed restored the balance, giving him no qualms of the fact she still cared for him. Then came the ‘I love you’s’ spoken in lust, yet landed with the weight and truth of love. It was imperative, though, that she saw him, the real him, no matter what name he possessed, warts and all, period. “It may change your mind about me,” he warned, adding, “I won’t hold you to anything.”

“Let’s go!” Susanne enthused with just a hint of too much gusto. Hey, if the twinny’s called Sunday evening she could actually say that she had a date night.

Evening turned to night as they headed out in the direction of the docks. Eventually they hit the part of town Susanne never had need to venture to before, the playground of the rich and infamous, the Marina. They drove as far as the road took them, the sea air bringing welcome breeze into the vehicle and took an unsigned fork in the road, winding its way until eventually it opened out and before them stood the gated entrance of a place no less imposing than Chez Loeb. Nick punched numbers onto the gate’s keypad and the gates of Buena Vista sinuously slid apart. Ok, so the twins would hear how she’d poked around a retirement community, because, let’s face it, what else could bring in enough money to keep such a vast place open? But hey, it was still date night! A vision of Jim Carey wearing a tutu sprang into her mind and she tried to stop putting Nick in Jim’s place before she laughed. Laughing may be considered inappropriate. She recalled Buena Vista was also the name of a large speed boat in the harbour – not the biggest or flashiest one though. Susanne stared as they ventured further along the long driveway, the car crunching on the dry gravel. It was party night for sure, the building stood with all lights aglow, the entrance flooding the lot. “Valet parking?” She wondered, craning her neck for a better view and understanding of the space they were entering as they cruised by. A long queue forming around the building leaned more towards the facility being a private club.

“Yes, beautiful, valet parking, for those entering at the front,” he said. “However, we are parking elsewhere.”

Susanne liked to be able to predict a joke’s punch line a second or more before it was delivered. This set her teeth on edge. She liked the control of knowledge. Knowledge was power. That, and the fact she’d no clue what Nick did here. DJ? No, with teenage twins she’d have heard of him. Dammit, she’d nothing to go on, and one look at him told her that he knew the suspense was killing her. They’d arrived at the rear entrance and she was liable to start sulking soon.

Although Nick had insisted he hand her out of the car himself when they pulled up, a valet appeared and an umbrella was whipped up in the blink of an eye to shield her from the lightest of drizzle as Nick’s car was whisked neatly away. She turned to the umbrella guy, “Thank you,” she smiled as they hit the velvet rope, yet another line of scantily clad girls lined the building as far as the eye took her. My goodness, she was such a Mom, she wanted to warn those girls to cover up or they would get a kidney infection.

Nick smiled warmly at the doorman.

“Sir” he nodded, pulling aside a velvet rope. “Ma’am.”

They started down a long hallway. Suddenly she worked it out – the VIP door treatment, how he’d “show” her how he supplemented his income, the long line of females stretching back around the block... twice...... “Oh my! You’re a cock-rocker!”

“A what, now?”

Her eyes widened, she was not going to be the naive little Susan today. “Don’t you deny it, I've seen Magic Mike,” she warned, her nostrils flaring defiantly.

Nick chose to ignore her major pout and flicker of attitude as he’d provoked it himself by not merely telling her his trade. However, he was in an oddly and playfully perverse frame of mind tonight, and she’d teased the hell out of him. “In Vegas?”

It was a stage show already? And in Vegas, of all places? Well, when in Vegas. She pulled Nick down to her and whispered in his ear, “You’re a stripper, a cock-rocker, I get it. I understand.” She managed a smile as she thought about it – “You know, Dirk Digalow?” she giggled nervously, ok, so he didn't subsidize his income as an Astrophysicist, but it was his body to do with as he wished.

Nick finally understood. She thought he was a stripper? Oh, that was cute. “Paulo, do I look like a stripper to you?” he asked the next huge male they came upon lining the corridor.

“No, Sir,” the man’s eye bulged at the thought before he regained control of himself. “Miss,” he bowed his head.

“Thank you, Paulo. Please give my love to Justina.”

“Thank you, Sir,” the man replied in thickly accented English.

Susanne felt, for all the world as though she was being ushered into a retro movie theatre. The row of uniformed Oscar-esque men, the dimmed lighting, the sumptuous carpeting and beautiful Art Deco décor... Ok, she had nothing... he was a posh movie theatre usher? The corridor ended with lush blonde walnut double doors. The handles reminded her of those that led her into the gym hall and ultimately to Dirk – umm – Nick.

Nick signalled the ushers not to open the doors as they dutifully manned their stations. They stood either side, waiting.

He stooped down, meeting her eyes: “No, sweetness, I am not a stripper, but you flatter me,” he smiled openly, tucking a fallen curl securely behind her ear. “Look at me,” he gentled her. She really was caught off balance, and it wasn't going to get easier once she saw. It was time to pause. “Is there something you would like to ask?”

Susanne nodded, deep in thought. “Why are you going back to the name Nick when you could simply choose one of thousands?”

Nick blinked slowly, eyeing her with utter disbelief. “You can be so inappropriate, my little dove,” he kissed the tip of her nose, “and I love you for it. I’m not going to randomly keep changing my name that would be fickle. Those changes occurred when I was at an all-time low and I needed to establish my identity as an individual. I had to find out who wanted to be with me for who I was not what I could afford to give them.”

“Yes, but why go back?” She scowled as the same lock of hair persistently fell from behind her ear, as though it was making a conscious effort to have Nick keep replacing it to prove his ownership of her. What next? Would she start picking imaginary threads from his suit? It was soooooo primal. She would though, picking imaginary threads of his suit wasn't beneath her, she realised.

Nick shrugged; he’d assumed the answer was glaringly obvious. “Now I have everyone and everything I possibly need. I know Chris because I am a recovering addict and was able to help in his recovery. He’s like a son to me and Camille was a delightfully unexpected bonus. I have better parents in Sue and Sam Chan than my biological ones ever were. My best friend is behind those doors. He’s a better brother than that asshole ever could be, and I have you,” He did have her, right? She'd offered herself up as family in the restaurant and he hadn't acknowledged her. That was a very rude oversight. Suddenly he wasn't overly confident. “I have you?”

Susanne grinned, a mischievous thought flashed through her eyes, “Are you asking me or telling me?” she demanded.

Oh she was so gonna get it.... and get it ..... and get it......... M-mm-mmm. “Oh, young lady,” he warned, “I am so telling you. I. Have. You,” he stated, without question now. One final hurdle and she’d have the real man revealed to her and he was free to be himself before the woman he loved. His soul laid bare as it were. “Now, are you ready to see the end of the grand tour?”

She nodded, hopping from one foot to the other. Why wouldn't she be? She was eating the insides of her frickin’ cheeks stood here in suspense.

On second thought...... he pulled her along the side corridor to a door, pushing it open. “In you go.”

He watched as she appraised the room, her eyes focusing on the main feature – the huge, plush antique circular sofa that dominated the space. “Wow!” She breathed, taking in the opulence of the cranberry red velvet French Borne.

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Nick settled on it, enjoying the expression on her face as her eyes fluttered wildly now over the room. It was time to focus her. “Strip.”

Abruptly attention and those pools of cerulean and cobalt snapped to his. “Here?” she blinked slowly, her head swivelling to the door.

Ah, he liked that edge of apprehension. “Here.” Susanne met his eyes and swallowed nervously. Her throat would be dry with a creeping anguish that threatened to take her over if she wasn't soon quenched. “Blouse,” he stated calmly and evenly, his disposition unchanged. How odd this understated work blouse looked here. She obliged, as he knew she would, her fingers trembling with the pearl buttons. No praise for her now, as she stood awaiting further instruction. “Skirt, slowly.” She wiggled sensuously out of her skirt, turning and teasing him with her bottom. “You wear those stripes well.” Nick recalled her panties were floating over either The Valley or the ocean. “Face me.” All that remained was a pretty lacy bra as his eyes ran up and down her silken naked flesh. He took his time before slowly standing and circled her, knowing it would intimidate the vulnerable sub as he carefully considered her glorious naked body. When he said ‘bra’, very quietly, she jumped out of that goose bumped flesh and rushed to comply, revealing those knee-weakening breasts to his eyes.

A large hand cupped a breast and he extended his thumb, running it over her needy nipple. She wasn't sure what she’d done, but the butterflies in her tummy were having kittens. He moaned as he watched his thumb tease the flesh into a taut, pert peak. She watched his hand on her body – so tanned and rough compared to her soft flesh and the comparison was startling and poignant to her. She was safe. That was all that mattered. He’d assured her his actions would never lead to her degradation. That was a trust bond.

“I want you to kneel up on the Borne, your hands hugging around the column in the centre.”

Susanne did as she was bid, trembling. She pushed her knees as far as they would go into the back of the seat and pressed her tummy to the plush velvet back, her arms extended around the column.

“Good girl. Up!” he coaxed her arms higher up the column. She felt the metal before her brain had time to process it’s intrusion into such an exquisite and expensive piece of furniture. “Put them on,” Nick said, offering up one half of the metal hand cuffs attached to the sofa. She snapped the cuffs shut without questioning why and laid her head against the velvet taking comfort in the plush texture as it hid her trembling lip. Nick knotted his hand through her long hair and gently peeled her face from the fabric by it. “Why?” He cocked his head in disappointment with her. Susanne couldn't meet his eyes. She looked to the corner of the room instead until he raised her chin and she’d no choice but to comply with his silent order. “I asked a question. It is considered good manners to receive an answer, Susanne.” The way he said Susanne sounded like another stroke of his fiery cane but she felt it much deeper. He hadn’t said it harshly, yet it wasn’t an endearment like those she’d become accustomed to hearing and had taken for granted.

Oh boy, this wasn’t going to please him. She tried ever so hard and met those gorgeous, curious brown eyes with her tears at bay, “I am scared, Nick.”

“Sir.”

She snapped her head up, puzzled, “Pardon me?”

“I can see that you know I am displeased in some way. When you sense that I expect you to address me as Sir. Now, can you do that for me?”

Susanne nodded, the dam about to burst, “Yes, Sir. I am scared, Sir.”

Nick knelt on the sofa close to her. “And you?”

Oh, for the love of Pete! Susanne wished he’d called her something sweet. Anything was better than this cool, calm and collected Dom before her that totally meant business. Yikes! that was what he was asking of her! He was her Dom and she’d..... “I was scared and I tried to hide that fact from you, Sir. I’m so-rr-rry,” she sniffled, her realisation spewing from her in a rush.

Now his tone softened, his words a gentle caress as she felt him stroke her hair so softly, murmuring “that’s my good girl,” as he started each soothing stroke. Soon she was purring, a smile across her face rather than a trembling jaw and chattering teeth. “So,” he began, wrenching her back. “You understand why I was displeased.” Susanne nodded. “As my sub, as my partner, as my lover – no matter what role you are to me - I insist on your honesty over everything, especially when it comes to your health and well-being. Do you understand why?”

She nodded profusely now. “I am your property.”

“No, you most definitely are NOT property, young lady!” he stood and paced behind her, making her nervous again. “It is my job to look after your best interests, to cherish and protect you. I can only achieve that with your trust. I need your trust, Susanne, not another property! Do you think so little of me?”

“I read fifty shad-” She started as he put his hand over her mouth, a strangled noise forming at the back of his throat. Eventually he removed his hand and sighed.

“My beautiful Susanne,” he sat next to her, resting his head on the back of the sofa, “Tear up any book you possess on submission. Whilst there are a few practises that most agree upon and follow, we, you and I, we will make our own path. Leave your expectations at the door, little dove.” He replaced that stubborn lock of hair behind her ear, only for it to immediately release itself. “Today was about gaining your trust. I had to reveal all of me, all the many facets of me because I have had a very troubled and tragic past and a colourful present. I want my future to be with you. So let me ask you this, have I earned your trust?”

Susanne smiled and nodded. “I trust you to show me submission, our way of submission and that I must tell you the truth, always so you can protect me.”

“Excellent!” he was up and pacing again. “Thank you. Now, why did I bring you in here?”

That she couldn’t answer. It could be a plethora of things that, if brought attention to, he may remember. She couldn’t risk that! Her tummy churned once again. “I’ve done many things today that I am certain you are keeping score of, Sir, but I cannot give you a single incident.”

Slap!

She squeaked loudly as Nick spanked her bare bottom taking her completely unawares. Her arms instinctively jerked in vain attempt to cover her behind making the cuffs rub her wrists. She waited, pouting to hear her transgressions.

Slap! Slap!

He spanked her again. She could tell it was nothing more than a love pat but with the welts of the demon cane it set off the sting.

“I’m sorry,” she tried. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

“What for?” Slap! Smack! Slap! Smack! He paid lavish attention to the backs of her thighs now.

“For everything!” she barked, wincing.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Owwwwwww! Ooooooh! Sirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!” she yelped, twisting and pulling away as best she could.

“Do you have any negative character flaws?” He wondered.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“OUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCH!” she wailed, wishing he’d get to the damn point already. “No,” she spat, pleased he couldn't see the major pout.

He lifted her face around to meet his and made eye contact. “Pouting much?” She yanked her head away, furious he’d detected her pout blind.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Oooh, Ow, Geeeeeeeeeeeeeeez, pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease Nick!” Susanne’s feet needed anchoring, they slipped off the sofa and planted themselves firmly on the ground of their own accord, the cuffs biting her wrists and causing her to yelp in shock.

SMACK! SWAT! SMACK! SWAT! SMACK! SWAT! SMACK! SWAT! SMACK! SWAT! SMACK! He continued, spanking her bottom soundly sit spot, thigh, crease, buttock, over and over.

“Just tell me!” she spat, panting.

He quit. “There will be consequences, young lady, you understand, because you’re so impatient?”

She nodded quickly, just tell me already, she wanted to scream.

A moment later Nick was rubbing a cold cream into her bottom that felt heavenly. She cooed and purred as he applied the cream in gentle circles, thrusting her bottom back to receive more. It wasn’t until he produced a key that she remembered about the cuffs that had bound her to the sofa. He released her, turning her wrists over to check for damage. She dropped her hands to the seat, leaving Nick to coat her bottom and thighs.

“Mmmmm,” she enthused.

“Like that?” Nick asked softly. “How virtuous are you feeling, little dove?”

That seemed an odd question. “Oh, oh? OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” she gasped as her bottom started to tingle and burn. She jiggled about on the spot.

“Stay right where you are, young lady,” Nick ordered. She felt him standing beside her as she whimpered, her legs trembling. “Now,” he squatted down, - ooooooh the burn - “I have given you your answer, Susanne. It is for you to remember this lesson.”

“What is it?” she snapped through gritted teeth, her bottom unbearably hot and yet she did bear it for him.

“A light menthol preparation. I hear it’s uncomfortable,” he added haughtily, showing her the tiny sachet.

Susanne’s legs started to seriously quake. She felt they would give out at any moment, but she remained in position.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

She moaned heavily, one knee buckling beneath her. It was no use, she needed to move. She needed to dance whilst holding her beaten bare bottom in her hands and yelping as she threw herself indecorously into a bath of ice.

“Hold still,” he warned. "Be my good girl."

Susanne knew they would be here all night if she didn't comply. And boy! Was she desperate to see beyond those bloody doors. “My impatience!” she almost shouted, “Sir!” Suddenly, as the truth settled into her heart her bottom didn’t sting near so bad.

“Ah! My very astute girl!” Nick rubbed her back soothingly as she remained motionless now. “I am very proud of you.”

Susanne didn’t move a muscle, save for her face – the smile wouldn’t hold back. “I love you, Sir,” she whispered, her voice hoarse and parched, quenched lips slightly parted, her heart bursting with love for him.

He kissed her hip lovingly, “thank you. As I love you.” He effortlessly swept her into his arms, cradling her there and kissing those pretty, swollen and ruby red lips soundly. “That’s my girl.”

She laid her head against his strong chest, oddly sated. She was hungry for knowledge of the unknown yet he’d been the only person to ever challenge a weakness in her that had compounded as she’d grown into an adult. She’d known that it was a habit turned issue, yet who did one turn to as an adult for strong guidance? The effects were simultaneously calming and euphoric. she'd been hit and yet her brain told her 'nurtured, not hurt.'

Nick stood her on her feet, producing a sachet from his pocket. “This will help reduce the sting, little dove. I think this is a lesson well learned without need for any further discomfort.”

Susanne took the sachet and shook her head. “The sting is manageable and I promise I will come to you and ask for it, if I need to,” she handed the tube back, “but I will happily take my punishment, Sir.”

“Correction, not punishment,” he disagreed. Nick took one look at his girl and realized one thing: she was the bravest, loveliest woman he’d ever known. How graceful she was, dignified and gracious. Thank heavens he’d had the forethought to mix both sachets together before applying the ‘menthol’ to her bottom. She had needed a short, sharp shock but he wasn’t cruel. He took her in his lap, “How did you like the cuffs?” he wanted to know.

“They kept me from rubbing my bottom!” she giggled. Ah! She had quite liked being restrained. She also enjoyed a warmed bottom, that was plain to see, yet she didn’t brat for attention, she loved the sensuous feel of a well disciplined bottom when it was deserved. She needed the release. He thought back to the office, Susanne’s panties being held by her at her knees, effective as an ad hock ankle spreader, he chuckled to himself... yep, they were going to discover a whole world of fetishes and kinks together and he was excited. He was also so very proud of her for taking the (albeit light) playful caning.

“Ok, I’ve proved my point, let’s go,” he chuckled, throwing her indecorously over his shoulder and striding for the door.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” She squealed, “I’m naked!”

As though he was likely to forget! He playfully bit her bottom, exacting a loud shriek from her and set her down to re-dress, a broad grin set goofily on his face.

They arrives where they had left off from as though nothing had occurred, their hands entwined and Susanne every bit as ready to see what lay behind the doors. Nick had teased her a couple of times, of course, first, but this time he nodded to the final pair of doormen. "Drew, Steven, open the doors, please, guys,” He inhaled loudly in joy as the doors swung open. “Welcome to my domain.” He dropped her hand and spread his arms, the consummate showman. All that was missing in Susanne’s mind was a big top, ring master’s livery, twirly moustache and bull whip.

Susanne’s jaw crashed to the floor as she soaked up the view.

“OH, WHAT?”


This is my own intellectual property and must not be reproduced or copied without the author missleftbehind's permission. All characters are fictitious.

[Often123]

You have done it again. No, this time you've outdone yourself, with more turns than an L.A. freeway multiple cloverleaf. Passion, tenderness, a very touching, moving backstory, and enough revelations to fill another chapter of their own.

[bendover10]

I had to stop reading at the graveside chapter because you genuinely moved me to tears. Will carry on reading in a bit...

[bendover10]

OMG! This story is just brilliant Minnie! Takes my breath away. As you know, I am a male sub and yet could still relate to Dirk / Nick and also know the feelings that Suzanne is experiencing too. It is a truly wonderful story so far and has something for everyone. I really think you could easily get this published if you wanted to.
I'd buy it and want you to sign it for me too!
Now have to wait to see WHAT? happens next!!
ben

[gentleman1051a]

The Story of Oh, My GOD! continues...twists, turns, one must always expect the unexpected, Minnie, and you have yet to disappoint!

I echo bendover's entreaties...publish this, I will buy it, and pay extra for your signature!

[missiemiss]

The Story of Oh, My GOD! continues...twists, turns, one must always expect the unexpected, Minnie, and you have yet to disappoint!

I echo bendover's entreaties...publish this, I will buy it, and pay extra for your signature!

I am certain I don't deserve such high accolades, and continue to be bowled over them. I can assure you that if this was ever published those people who supported me wouldn't need to pay for a copy, nor my signature!

[mikeyd77]

Another EXCELENT chapter! Love it! absolutely great! Thanks for keeping such a wonderful story going minnie! Absolutely love it!

[missiemiss]

OMG! This story is just brilliant Minnie! Takes my breath away. As you know, I am a male sub and yet could still relate to Dirk / Nick and also know the feelings that Suzanne is experiencing too. It is a truly wonderful story so far and has something for everyone. I really think you could easily get this published if you wanted to.
I'd buy it and want you to sign it for me too!
Now have to wait to see WHAT? happens next!!
ben

ben, you're a VERY good friend, sweetheart, thank you

[missiemiss]

OMG! This story is just brilliant Minnie! Takes my breath away. As you know, I am a male sub and yet could still relate to Dirk / Nick and also know the feelings that Suzanne is experiencing too. It is a truly wonderful story so far and has something for everyone. I really think you could easily get this published if you wanted to.
I'd buy it and want you to sign it for me too!
Now have to wait to see WHAT? happens next!!
ben

ben, you're a VERY good friend, sweetheart, thank you

cheque is in the post - or in American the check's in the mail

[MsBehave]

OMG! This story is just brilliant Minnie! Takes my breath away. As you know, I am a male sub and yet could still relate to Dirk / Nick and also know the feelings that Suzanne is experiencing too. It is a truly wonderful story so far and has something for everyone. I really think you could easily get this published if you wanted to.
I'd buy it and want you to sign it for me too!
Now have to wait to see WHAT? happens next!!
ben

ben, you're a VERY good friend, sweetheart, thank you

cheque is in the post - or in American the check's in the mail

Ben, I may just dedicate a chapter just for you, sweetie!