The Slow Seduction of Claire McDonald

Chapter 4

“Anthony…you remember the cabin my family has by the lake?” she asked me on the phone. “We all spent that lovely summer there when you were…maybe thirteen?”

“I remember. You wore that really nice red one-piece swimsuit…the shiny one.”

“Oh yes!” she chuckled. “Goodness! How sweet of you to remember. Anyway…the cabin is free for about ten days next month. It’s very peaceful and nobody’s around…to hear you scream.”

She said the final phrase quietly and the idea sent shivers through me. I could very easily submit to a woman like Rebecca…in fact it would be the simplest and most certain way to get her in the sack! But…it wouldn’t be consistent with what I was thinking about now. My view of the relationship I wanted with Rebecca had changed.

“It’s just before we leave for England…but it sounds perfect,” I told her; and so it was agreed. I had a month or so to make my plans.

Rebecca’s family had bought a few dozen acres of land with a small lake on it about fifty years earlier. Her dad and his brother had built the first cabin, and over the years they’ve improved and extended the building. It was in a stunning location – totally isolated and about a fifteen minute drive into the nearest town. When I’d been here as a kid we’d had to use a tiny generator and there was no phone or TV. These days they’d upgraded the electrics and facilities so this was a true luxury home.

And Rebecca had been quite right – nobody was around to hear anyone scream here.

We’d had a long drive up to the cabin in the red Mustang convertible I’d rented for the trip; and Rebecca was just finishing her time of the month so she preferred not to make love that first night. To be honest, I really enjoy Rebecca’s company – and that night she was an absolute delight for me even without the s*x. She was clearly goading me like crazy, but I actually thought it was nice to do some light petting with her and then just sleep with her in my arms. She was an expert c**k teaser, that was for sure; she’d touch my c**k, but then as I grew more excited she’d refuse to give me a hand job or blow job. I played up to her…begging her to finish me off until she giggled and turned over in the bed. As I gently kissed her bare shoulder blades and felt her tight ass squirm into my groin I smiled to myself, knowing that she had a surprise coming up.

The next day we both ran off the stiffness after the drive with a long jog around the lake, and then a swim in the refreshing water. As ever I found conversation with Rebecca to be totally fascinating. One second we’d be discussing a problem in quantum mechanics, then the next second she’d be suggesting some humiliating thing she’d do to me “when she got me naked later”. The stretching session after our run was extremely sensual – with Rebecca asking me to massage her calves and thighs, and help her with the stretches. At least she returned the favour – stroking my thighs and buttocks as we cooled down.

After a light lunch we spent the rest of the day talking and generally building up a level of s****l anticipation that was almost making me explode. Rebecca continued to drop hints about me taking a “real whupping” now there was nobody around to see or hear it. She was even more beautiful than I remembered – especially as I was now allowed to kiss her beautiful lips, and even touch her breasts. She was a dreadful tease – and twisted away giggling each time I tried to cop a feel.

I cooked burgers on the barbecue and later I offered to give Rebecca a proper massage, which she readily accepted on condition I limited my touching to her back and her ass…her naked breasts were strictly off limits.

“You know, Rebecca, I often think of that time you spanked me,” I told her as I stroked her soft skin.

“Do you, sweetie?” she chuckled, her voice muffled by the pillow. “Goodness, your hands are so strong! I love how they feel on me. I expected some clumsy groping, but you really know how to give a girl a massage…and you’re very obedient. Some boys get quite angry when I tease them the way I’ve done with you. But you’re…patient; you have a dignity about you, Anthony. It’s really nice. Perhaps I could give you just a light spanking tonight because you’ve been so good, and such a gentleman.”

“Hmm…well, that sounds good,” I told her softly. “You know…that time…well…I think I was more turned on than any kind of vanilla s*x I’ve ever had.”

“Oh sweetie, you sound so experienced!” she said sarcastically. “It was a bit naughty of me to do that to you during a family party; but I just couldn’t resist you any longer…you’re such a sweet boy, Anthony. I’ve always loved your eyes – and I’m really glad you didn’t get fat like your cousin Todd! You have a lovely body.”

It struck me a slightly creepy that Rebecca might have been thinking of me as a s****l target since I was a kid. But at least she’d waited until I was “street legal”!

“Rebecca, I think there’s only one thing I’d change about what we did…or rather what you did.”

“Mmm,” she said, almost sleepily now. “What’s that, sweetie?”

I reached under the bed and pulled out the pair of handcuffs I’d brought with me and hidden there earlier. At first, Rebecca didn’t seem to realize what I was doing, and I managed to slip both of her wrists into the cuffs before she could react properly.

“Anthony! What the f**k’s going on?” She was trying to get up now – and struggling with her hands secured behind her.

I slipped my hands into her hair, pushed her head back to the pillow, and leaned down until my lips were next to her ear.

“How many young guys have you spanked, Rebecca?” I whispered. “Do you get off on seducing them? You’re such a beautiful woman…I can understand how you can take advantage the way you did with me; but now I think it’s time for you to be punished instead.”

Rebecca seemed to explode with indignation. “Anthony! What the f**k? What are you talking about? I would never, ever, do anything like that…not with…children! You…you were an adult! I never…you don’t understand…look this is silly…I’m not submissive! You don’t get it…I need to explain what I want…what we’re going to do together! I’ve got this all planned out for you!”

I lifted her from the bed and put her over my shoulder – she knew I was too strong for her and she didn’t resist.

During the day I’d spent some time looking around the cabin for useful ideas – and for places where a person could be secured. In the centre of the lounge there was a large wooden support pillar. I quickly unlocked Rebecca’s hands and relocked them behind the pillar. I’d brought several pairs of metal cuffs with me for the trip, and I used a second pair to secure her slender ankles together, and then the belt from my chinos went around the ankle chain, and held it tightly to the post. I pulled her arms back around the pillar and locked a third pair of cuffs just above her elbows. She has lovely slender arms, and is pretty flexible since she does a lot of yoga; but she still swore at me as the cuffs locked together.

“There!” I told her happily. “Now we can talk.”

“Sweetie, please…you need to listen to me!” Rebecca told me desperately. “I…I need… look there’s a thing in this kind of roleplay. We call it a safeword…so I’m going to…”

I slapped her across the cheek pretty firmly. She looked at me in total astonishment – her hair was now covering most of her face so I brushed it back to give me a clear second shot. She looked even more astonished after that second blow.

“You’re going to shut the f**k up,” I ordered quietly. “I know all about safewords, Rebecca. You never gave me a safeword; so now, I’m going to return the favour. Here’s the deal; I’m going to punish you for all the impressionable boys you’ve seduced like you did with me. You’re going to confess each and every one of them to me; and then we can think about the next steps in your…training. Let’s begin, shall we?”

“Anthony! Please let me go! This is crazy!”

Another slap to the other cheek. f**k – her hair was really cramping my style. I’d have to remember to tie it back next time, but I didn’t want to break the flow now.

“No!” she was crying now. “I said no! You really have to listen to me! You have to!”

“Actually, I don’t,” I said softly. “Let’s begin, shall we?”

I’d fantasized about punishing Rebecca for a long time. In my head I’d pictured her whipped and branded with red hot irons…and now that it was real I knew I needed to keep my feelings under control – she was totally correct about the idea of safewords. If I was proceeding without one, I’d need to be ultra-careful not to allow my pent up fantasies to get the better of me. To be honest, my main goal at this stage was to frighten the living s**t out of her – and that seemed to be going pretty well so far.

I’d also brought a two foot long, sturdy plastic ruler with me in the car. When Rebecca caught sight of it I thought I saw something like relief in her eyes. Was she prepared for something more painful?

“Don’t do this, Anthony,” she said quietly. “I don’t like it!”

“Let’s start with your first conquest. Who was the first young man you lured into your perverted little world, Rebecca?”

“I…do…not…like…this!” she growled in frustration.

I walked slowly around her, swishing the ruler through the air.

“Who was it?”

As I moved around behind her I brought the ruler around her right hand side and let it land with a “splat” on her right thigh. She wouldn’t have seen the blow coming.

“Jesus Christ!” she shrieked.

“Really? I’m quite certain you’re not that old, Rebecca!” I chuckled.

“You f*****g sick bastard! Let me go!”

I delivered another stroke, almost in the same place.

“Anthony no!” she sobbed. “It’s wrong to do this against my will! You need to unlock me!”

I stepped in front of her and stroked her hair back. She whimpered – presumably expecting a slap. But I kissed her forehead gently.

“Rebecca…let’s talk for a second, shall we?” I said softly. “You are, without doubt, the most amazing woman I know. You must know I’ve fantasized about you for years…you were hoping to play on that to force me to submit – I get that.”

I stroked her hair back again, looking into her eyes. She was intensely angry – I could see that.

“But it’s not just because you’re beautiful. There are so many beautiful women…and none of them are in your league.”

I saw her gaze change now. Compliments always worked on Rebecca.

“You have a sexuality that oozes from you. When you arrive at a party…when you walk in a room and every woman hates what their man is thinking about you. How do you do that, Rebecca?”

She swallowed and looked like she might answer, but I spoke again.

“And you’re smart – no…that’s an insult. You’re brilliant. For a geek like me the chance to talk to a beautiful, sexy woman about technical stuff is just a complete turn-on. And you know that too, don’t you?”

Her eyes had softened now. I could actually see tears pooling in them

“And the most amazing thing…for as long as I can remember my dad has told me about sales deals you won…or deep, philosophical things you taught him…and Mom always says the same kinds of things about you. I’m kind of surprised because I’d think she’d be jealous about the way Dad talks about you. But she thinks you’re a living goddess! I don’t know how you do it…but I do know you’ve also been a role model for them…and for me for years.”

I traced my thumb over her lips.

“The most amazing thing for me is that you’ve chosen such a male-dominated world to work in. And I’m quite sure you have to make compromises and sacrifices in your personality to exist in that world. s**t…you’ve been married and divorced twice. I suspect it takes a lot of man to satisfy you, Rebecca.”

She smiled. Her initial anger seemed to have drained away now. “What are you now, Anthony…a f*****g psychiatrist?”

I considered her question. “No…but I suppose you can look upon this as therapy.”

The next two strokes of the ruler were on her left thigh – I suppose I have this thing for balance and neatness.

“For f**k’s sake; stop it!” she growled. She was angry more than hurt, I could tell. I turned to the inside of her right thigh…I took my time, enjoying the way the wide red stripes seemed to blossom on her lightly tanned flesh a few seconds after a blow.