Chapter 7. Home
Reality it certainly was. Arriving back early afternoon they were greeted by
reporters, police and a TV crew. It seemed they were sort of heroes and had to
endure endless questions and give radio and TV interviews. Finally it calmed
down and by evening dinner there were just the five around the table. The eight
brought off the mountain were being kept in hospital for another night at least
but it seemed they would all recover physically. Janet had a toe removed through
frost bite and all her toes were in a bad way. She had poor circulation problems
before she set out and they didn't yet know if she would walk properly again.
Stan had lung difficulties as well as the cracked ribs and chest bruising caused
by the fall. Twice he had been on a respirator when one lung collapsed and the
other only performed painfully. This was not helped by questions from the police
concerning his part in the death of Roger and the ordeal the others had
suffered.
Conversation over dinner was confined at first to the events of the previous
day, and what would happen when they returned to work. Speculation on what the
inquest would find. Suddenly Gallie chirped up, "Enough of this misery stuff,
what we really want to know is how you pair of love birds made out in the tent
and in the hut last night. Knowing you Charlotte, I guess you soon had him
inside your panties."
"So what if I did?" Charley laughed. "We had to keep warm and we only had one
sleeping bag. And the nights are long when there is no light except for a torch
and you need to conserve the batteries."
"And you needed to recharge yours," laughed Sally noticing Bob was blushing
furiously.
"Was she naughty? Did you smack her bum?" Gallie teased.
"And I suppose you needed some male comfort too? Was it a threesome last night?"
Charlotte hit back.
"We needed someone to tend our blistered feet!"
"And I suppose the attention went much higher. Or were their rub burns in your
crotches?"
"Did you get him to give you a good spanking Charlotte?" Sally persisted.
Turning to Bob she asked, "Did you know she likes her arse warmed, Robert?" He
shook his head in bewilderment at the conversation. Billie too seemed
embarrassed. Sally continued, "When we all first started at Grants, we used to
go clubbing together and a year or so ago ended in a bondage place. We were
offered free drinks one evening if one of us would act as a naughty schoolgirl
and have her bottom smacked. She did it. When we went back another night she
took the cane and then went backstage with the man and earned enough for a few
more nights out. I am sure there were other times we didn't hear about. Isn't
that right Charley?"
"Well sorta something like. But no he didn't spank me. Walking on the moors is
difficult anyway and almost impossible with a sore arse. There was also the
worry over the group so most of our thoughts were on where they were and if they
made it to the hut and their chances of survival in the open." Charley replied
with a frown but then grinned and added, "I got tied to him for a bit but that
was for safety reasons. Now change the topic, You're embarrassing Bob."
Later when Bob and Charley were snuggled in the bed in her room, the phone rang.
Bob being nearest automatically answered it. "Guessed where you would be
sleeping - or not sleeping," Gallie laughed, "You warmed her bum yet, Bob?"
"Gallie. Get your rocks off with Billie. Leave us alone. You may still not have
realised but we've been through a helluva traumatic few days. We saw what the
rest of the group looked like when we found them. It was pretty horrible to say
the least. We saw Roger's mangled body as they lifted it from the quarry. All
this while you three were playing in bed. Now do us a favour and let us be.
Charley needs comfort, not spanking at this moment. Okay Gallie?"
"Sorry Bob. We didn't think. Sorry." Gallie's voice was quiet. Charley listening
alongside him thought how her opinion of him had changed over the last few days.
When he came to sort her PC he was quiet, efficient, always trying to do the
best for her but never putting himself forward. He was a background person. On
the mountain and now with Gallie, he was authoritative. In charge. He was the
only one to stand up to Stan. He made his decision on where to go and had
publicly rebuked his boss. "Perhaps he will control me a bit too," she thought
as they again snuggled down and gently played with each other before falling to
sleep.
Next day most of the group were released from hospital but it would be some days
at least before they were fully fit. Only Janet and Stan were kept in. Janet
couldn't walk and would be in a wheelchair for some time if not permanently.
Stan's lung problems had turned to pneumonia which the doctors were trying to
control but he still wheezed badly. Natalie Grant, daughter of the CEO of Grant
and Grant arrived seemingly more concerned on damage limitation and reducing any
liability to the firm. Young, pretty and very pleasant, she may have had some
success, with the men at least, had not the horror of the night on the mountain
still been uppermost in their minds. Best she could offer was counseling. Few
really heard or took in what she was saying.
That night Bob asked Charley if she wanted to tell him about being spanked and
caned. "I will Bob, but now is not a good time. There is too many unpleasant
painful things on my mind at the moment," she answered and Bob left it at that.
Friday, the following day and the official end of their bonding course, saw a
sombre group boarding the coach to take them back to their base in Suffolk. All
six released from hospital looked haggard and most walked badly. Billie, Bob and
Charley helped wherever they could but the long journey only allowed those who
suffered to brood and dwell on the ordeal. Many bemoaned the fact they hadn't
heeded Robert's advice. That was easy with hindsight. At the time they were more
concerned with their positions at Grant and Grant.
On their arrival in Ipswich the coach was met by an Anglia TV crew and reporters
from the local paper and radio station. After a tearful reunion with his wife,
Peter openly spoke out about the leadership of the course but Robert when
questioned only gave the merest details of his part in the rescue. All quickly
tried to disperse to their homes.
Bob phoned Charley on Saturday to see how she was and on Sunday went into work
to fix a network problem that had arisen during his absence. At work next day he
was surprised at Charley's reluctance to speak to him apart from the statutory
"Good Morning". For the remainder of the week, it was the same. Polite general
conversation, even during interviews with upper management on the course and the
inquest that was scheduled for the following Tuesday week in Exeter. Bob phoned
her at the weekend but only received a polite reply and a refusal to go out for
a pub lunch with him.
Gallie noticed Charley's stand offishness with Bob too. He'd been in to fix a
minor problem with her PC and he'd remarked on how little he seen Charley since
their return. "It is a though the relationship we had on Dartmoor never
existed," he complained to her.
"You know why don't you?" she replied. Bob shook his head. "There you were
master and in control. Here you are only the boot boy who comes when ordered to
fix our computers. She respected you there. Here you're just Mr. Nice Guy. Snap
our fingers and you're there to help. I told you she likes men who are MEN. Men
who will make sure she behaves and if she doesn't will warm her arse good and
hard. Think on it Bob. We all like you. She does too, I'm sure. I think she's
testing your resolve." She went on to tell him in a much exaggerated way,
Charley's episodes at the club and grossly over stated just how much Charley
wanted and needed to feel the pain of punishment and how sexually excited she
became after being slippered and caned.
That night and for much of the week, Bob did think long and hard about his
relationship with Charley. He knew he didn't want to lose her.
Friday morning, Charley fired her computer up at reception. A pop-up menu
appeared which filled the screen.
You've treated me badly Charley.
For that you must be punished.
Be at my house at 6 p.m.
Bring what you need for a weekend stay.
Wear a loose skirt.
This is an order, not a request.
RSVP Bob
The pop-up disappeared after a few minutes but kept reappearing every hour or so
and every time she tried to access a new file. "Sod, the man. Sod him. I'm going
clubbing with the girls tonight. Need to take my mind off the inquest that's on
Tuesday." By mid afternoon the pop-up had become so annoying she called the IT
department and asked for Bob's assistant. "Will you please tell Robert to turn
that bloody thing off my screen. Please," she added.
"What's the problem?" he asked.
"Robert knows."
An hour went by. The pop-up's still came up and Charley was fast becoming
infuriated. Sally came into reception just as she swore at the screen for the
umpteenth time. Seeing what was written, she laughed at Charley. "Email him
saying you'll attend. You don't have to come with us tonight and I'm sure you'll
have fun with Bob and get a warm reception by the look of things." Sally laughed
and then turned serious. "You like Bob a lot. We all know that. Get your arse
over to him and take what he gives you for being a bitch these last couple of
weeks." Charley hesitated. "Email him while I watch," Sally goaded.
"Will do as you order Sir." The pop-up's ceased.
"Have a nice weekend," Sally smiled, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."
Work finished at 4:30 on Fridays. Charley had only an hour and a half to go to
her home at Bucklesham on the eastern edge of Ipswich, change and pack and then
get back across town in the rush hour to Flowton, a village six miles to the
west.
Her mind had been in a turmoil since she accepted his order. Indeed it had been
in a turmoil all day since she opened her computer first thing that morning and
saw the message. She knew she liked Bob. They got on very well together on the
mountain and she liked what he'd done in bed but then there had been the
excitement and danger of the situation. "Can I hack life as a boring housewife?"
she'd asked herself. Telling herself, "No," she'd decided to play it cool with
Bob. She didn't want to hurt him. He was too nice for that but she didn't want
to drag out a relationship that might never go anywhere. "Better end it,
Charley. He only had a crush on you. It was his first time fucking a woman for
God's sake." Her resolve almost ended when she saw the hurt in his eyes that
first morning back but gradually he'd acquiesced and Charley had decided he
really was not the one to dominate her. The pop-ups had partly changed her mind.
They were the work of a computer geek but they had got through to her until she
had agreed. Now, as she rushed around to pack she wondered what would happen
between them that weekend.
"Damn, I'm going to be late," she said as a villager directed her to the other
side of the straggling village. "Too bad. Can't be helped." It was 6:15 when she
pulled into Bob's driveway.
"Come in Charley," Bob greeted her with a peck on the cheek, "Your table was
booked for 6:00 but I can keep things warm. I presume when you go clubbing you
have a drink or two and eat before the main events." Charley just nodded as he
led her into the lounge. The house was a eighty year old bungalow originally
built for his father and mother when they married. Bob inherited it when his
mother died a few years after his father. Charley noticed it was reasonably tidy
but not sparkling.
"Would you like a glass of wine before dinner Madame?" On the table stood a
bottle of white wine, a carton of grape juice and two glasses.
"It's Miss, Sir." Charley smiled at him for the first time in a week, "And yes
please, I would."
Twenty minutes later Bob disappeared into the kitchen. Charley heard sizzling
and sounds of cooking but decided to leave him alone for what ever he planned.
Soon he returned. "Would you like to take a seat at the table now Miss?" Seating
her he filled her glass with wine, his with juice and then from the kitchen
produced two steaks, mashed potatoes, carrots and cabbage on very hot plates.
"A man's meal," thought Charley but it was good. Later he disappeared into the
kitchen again and brought home-made apple pie and custard. He filled her glass
again. "Are you trying to get me drunk Robert Eason?"
"Isn't that what you do at the clubs Miss?"
"I guess so but there I am not alone with a man. A man who has threatened to
punish me. Is having a good meal and wine my punishment Sir? Are you trying to
make me feel guilty by being nice?"
"That you will find out in due course."
His attitude became firmer when he asked her to help with the washing-up. "We
don't wash the dishes at clubs," Charley commented although she didn't really
object.
"At this one it is obligatory, Miss." They finished clearing up and returned to
the lounge. "Time for the cabaret, Miss." Bob put a CD. "You're the cabaret.
Strip tease time."
Again she really didn't really object but decided to test him. "No way!" Hardly
had the words left her mouth before Charley found herself being lifted and
draped over the back of the armchair. Squealing she started kicking but couldn't
prevent her skirt being lifted.
"Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!" Bob's surprisingly hard hand landed
furiously on her backside. Charley cried out. "No, you bastard, no!" Even over
her knickers it hurt.
"Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!" Bob repeated his spanking of her arse.
"Okay. Okay! I'll do it!" Charley hadn't expected or believed Bob would treat
her this way. Rubbing her sore bum cheeks she slowly stood and moved to the
centre of the room. The warmth from the spanking was spreading and she was
starting to feel horny. Swaying gently to the music, she removed he clothes as
sensuously as she could. She'd seen strippers at the clubs but had never done it
herself. She saw Bob had a bulge in his trousers and she was ready to get them
off too.
"Not bad for an amateur Charley. Time now for your punishment."
"You... you've just done it."
"No. That was for refusing to undress. Your bottom is only a little pink. Time
for the punishment you deserve for treating me like dirt for the last fortnight,
Charley. That's what you came for. That and the comforting afterwards. Gallie
told me you liked it much harder. She told me about you being caned and how hard
you wanted it. Bend over the armchair again and hold the front legs." For a
moment he thought Charley was going to refuse but she decided he was going to
spank her again anyway so she might as well get it over with. In any case her
bottom was tingling nicely and her cunt juice was beginning to flow. Bob lifted
a cushion on a nearby chair and removed two short lengths of rope and before
Charley understood what was happening, he quickly bound one wrist to the chair
leg. Ineffectively Charley flailed the other arm but it was soon captured and
bound to the other leg. She was helpless and more worried than she cared to
admit. The phrase 'still waters run deep' sprang to her mind.
"Will he really harm me now I'm totally at his mercy? No one's going to come and
help me." she thought and then started to scream at him. Bob had predicted that
might happen and from the under the same cushion removed a scarf he'd already
knotted in the middle. A simple but workable gag. Charley's worries increased.
The times she'd been 'punished' at the club had been in front of an audience,
not alone with a man she only thought she could trust. At the club she'd been
told roughly what would happen, she'd been free to cry out - and she'd been
paid. Now she didn't even know what her punishment was. The punishment was for a
real offence and she couldn't even plead for mercy.
Her fears were only partially allayed when Bob said quietly. "Charley dear, I
haven't done this before. Sally and Gallie said it was the only way I would get
you back. They said, I had to do it real hard. You liked the pain. I've read
many stories on the web about flogging girls and how some climaxed under the
whip. Perhaps these are exaggerated I don't know." He rubbed her still pink
bottom. "I quite enjoyed spanking you and that got you wet but how much you and
I will enjoy the next bit remains to be seen. The girls said to make you real
sore but not to mark you apart from stripes that will fade in a week or two."
Inwardly Charley cursed Sally and Gallie. She knew they had egged Bob into doing
this. 'Stripes that took a week or two to fade would be very painful. With her
schoolgirl caning skit, the stripes took more than two weeks go down
sufficiently for her to sit without feeling some discomfort and longer still to
fade completely. She didn't want to go through the problems of trying to conceal
a sore arse for that long again. She watched tearfully as Bob lifted another
cushion and removed a broad leather belt.
"The info on the web said canes can be dangerous if not properly used so I found
my dad's old work belt. Tried to whack my bum with it last night but it was
difficult to swing it and watch in a mirror. The times I connected it stung
pretty badly but I guess that is what you want." Charley shook her head no.
"That we'll find out." He went on as he stroked the leather over her back and
down her arse. Again Charley tried to say no but could not communicate with him.
"It's the first time I've done this Charley and I'm beginning to get the power
feeling the masters in the stories must feel. You're absolutely helpless and I
could thrash you senseless and then rape and rape you. Is that what you want
Charley? The slaves in the stories did." Again Charley vigorously shook her
head, no. She was more than a little worried now, she was deadly afraid.
Taking a position to one side of her, Bob swung the belt with what he thought
was moderate force. It landed with a resounding crack. A broad stripe turned
white, then red. He almost gave up then but kept remembering the girls had told
him not to be soft on her. To be the boss. He laid on a second and a third in
quick succession. Charley writhed and kicked and he had to wait until she calmed
a little. Much of her arse was red now and turning purple where stripes had
overlapped. "How much of this can she take?" Bob asked himself. He decided six
would be plenty for now and laid on the final three. Charley was sobbing and
moaning into her gag. He left her to cry for a minute or two while he rid
himself of his trousers and pants.
"Make sure you screw her well afterwards," Sally had said, "That's when she'll
really start to get her kicks." Charley shook her head, "No," as Bob entered her
but he hardly noticed it. Only the throbbing of his rock hard cock mattered.
Driving it in, her found she was already wet which confirmed in his mind what
the girls had told him and some of the Internet stories. The fact that he was
somewhat gullible and the girls had conned him was, for the time being, lost on
him. It felt so good to have his cock in her warm cunt again. He plunged it to
full depth. His loins hit her tender bum causing her to move which added to his
pleasure. In and out he plunged but his pleasure was short lived. Having
abstained from wanking for the last twenty-four hours, too soon he shot his seed
into her.
Slowly he withdrew and looked aghast at her tortured arse. At the arse he had
tortured. He felt ashamed. Charley cried out when her gag was removed and
looking at him spat, "Bastard. You cruel bastard." Somehow though there wasn't
the venom in her voice he expected. "I didn't expect you to be as harsh as
that," she murmured through her tears. At first she tried to pull away when Bob
held her close and kissed her but soon gave up resisting and allowed him to take
her to the bathroom where he played a cool water from the shower on her bottom.
After gently drying her, he laid her on the bed and brought a glass of wine.
"Is that what you wanted Charley?"
"No, it wasn't. The smacking you gave me first was quite enough. Thank you very
much. I shan't be able to sit for a week and we've that coach trip to make to
the inquest on Monday. I didn't believe you were so bloody cruel. Why did you
hit so hard? Why the belt?"
"The girls told me that's how you liked it and wanted it really hard. They said
...."
"Sally and Gallie?" Bob nodded. "I'll have their guts. They know I don't mind a
bit of a hand spanking to warm me up. I suppose they told you about how I was
caned in public too?" Again Bob nodded. "Well yes, I did get a caning and I
never want another."
"You were wet when I entered you. You must have been a bit aroused by it."
"Perhaps. But it was still more than I wanted. It hurts like hell even now." Bob
looked at her tear stained face and felt sorry for what he had done but behind
it he realised she wasn't threatening to run away or complain. Perhaps she did
like him. Perhaps she did want him to be her master. Perhaps he shouldn't let
her make him feel the wrong doer. She'd been the one on the course who'd wanted
him inside her.
"Charley. You're here for the weekend. As far as I'm concerned you've been
punished for making me feel special while we were away and like a bit of shit
when we returned. Now it's my turn to pull the strings. I'm going lay face up
and you are going to lie on top of me, head to tail. You will service me while I
service you. Sixty-nining they call it. Your bum will be above me so if there is
any suggestion of your biting my prick, you can imagine what I will do to your
arse. However, we both should get some satisfaction from the arrangement and
your bum need come to no further harm."
Painfully Charley wriggled on top of him and took his prick, still unwashed from
it sojourn raping her cunt, in her mouth. It wasn't her first time. Slowly his
manhood responded and became hard. Slowly too her clit swelled under his
ministrations but neither was in a hurry to cause the other to climax.
Eventually though, Charley came and then increased her sucking of his cock until
he spurted in her mouth. "Kiss me," she whispered and when he did she thrust her
tongue inside his mouth so he could taste his own sperm.
