The Slow Seduction of Claire McDonald

Chapter 5

I’d given her a dozen strokes in total now, and she was still swearing at me after each stroke; but there seemed to be a different note entering her voice now. I put the ruler down and walked back to her.

“You need to just let go, Rebecca,” I told her softly. “You don’t need to play the b***h now. You can let yourself go…and show me your vulnerability. I suspect I’ll need to hurt you for that to happen…I need to help you to break down some barriers. But that’s fine…we have plenty of time.”

She’d naturally adopted a sort of slumped-forward posture and her long brown hair had fallen over her face. It was such a nuisance; I stroked it back gently and tried to kiss her. She pulled away from me and spat in my face; but I just laughed.

“Does that actually make you feel better?” I asked. She stared at me with pure hatred.

I gave her “The Look”. My dad and I had gotten shitfaced when I graduated sum c*m laude at MIT, and one of the things we’d talked about was the “Andretti look”.

“The f*****g girls just love it!” he said, slurring even more than I was. “I swear your mom fell for me because of it.”

I was skeptical at first, but dammit he was right! It was a great way to deliver a “strong, silent” look to a woman. I held Rebecca’s gaze for several seconds; then she blinked.

“You look like your father,” Rebecca whispered. “Apart from your eyes; I like your eyes more; they’re…beautiful…you’re beautiful, Anthony.”

All at once I had a dreadful feeling inside. I let my acting slip for a second.

“Wait a second – did you and my dad ever…”

Her eyes went wide and she looked terrified all of a sudden. “Sweetie…you have to believe I could never go behind your mother’s back! We’ve been friends for too long…I swear it!”

There was something off about that answer – was she trying to f**k with me?

“Anyway…I guess he’s too old for you,” I pointed out. If she’d begun to give in, her gaze became as cold as ice again.

“You f*****g hypocritical bastard!” she screamed. “When you get to my age I’ll bet you’ll be only too happy to f**k any bright young thing that comes your way! I’ve seen plenty of men do just that, so don’t you dare criticise me!”

I leaned forward and kissed her and this time she didn’t resist. In fact, she slid her tongue into me quite aggressively. I held the kiss for a few seconds and then pulled back.

“I think you’re one of the most beautiful women in the world,” I whispered. “Certainly the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known, anyway. The thought of making love to you is so sweet…I want you so much, Rebecca…and when you touched me in bed last night it felt really, really good.”

“Then let me go!” she gasped. “We can make love right now! I’m sorry if I teased you last night…I was cruel and I’m truly sorry…but now I really do want to make love to you too, Anthony! Let’s go to bed!”

I kissed her again.

“But baby; we’re not finished yet, are we?” I pointed out. “In fact, we didn’t really start with your confession at all.”

“You bastard!” she shrieked, jiggling at her bonds; it made her breasts wobble in the most delightful way. “I must have been crazy to come up here with you! I f*****g hate you!”

“I need a name, Rebecca,” I told her softly. I reached out, took her left n****e between the finger and thumb of my right hand, and twisted it firmly.

“s**t!” she hissed, squeezing her eyes shut. “Oh s**t!”

“Does it hurt?”

“You know it does, you f*****g psycho!”

“Not as much as this, I bet.”

I pressed my thumbnail into the n****e and she screamed now – more in frustration that real pain. I kept up the pressure.

“Have you ever used n****e clamps on your victims, Rebecca?”

“Anthony, I’m begging you! There were no victims…and no f*****g n****e clamps! Please stop this and let me go.”

I knew it was time to check something. I released her n****e, pressed my knee firmly between her thighs to part her legs, and slipped my index finger into her p***y. To my great relief she was soaking wet. I made sure my finger was covered in her juices, and then wiped it across her mouth. She tried to twist away from me again.

“Oops. p***y juice doesn’t lie, does it, Rebecca?”

“It’s because I’m terrified! I’m not turned on, Anthony. For f**k’s sake don’t make the assumption that this is consensual – I do not consent to this! I do not!”

I picked up the ruler again.

“No!” Rebecca growled through gritted teeth. “I said no!”

“You know how we can move on.”

I stood to one side of her and considered my possible targets. Her thighs were a nice shade of red already. I raised the ruler and brought it down firmly on her tummy.

“s**t!” she screamed.

“Enough with the cursing please. It really doesn’t suit you; you’ve got a lot more class than that.”

“Anthony, for the last time…”

I paused and looked at her, smiling. “What? Explain that to me, Rebecca. For the last time…what?” I reached for her hair to stroke it away from her eyes and she flinched. “What do you think will magically happen? That I’ll suddenly decide to unlock you? Why the f**k do you think I chose today to do this? We have almost two weeks together – so I can discipline you as much as I like; and by the time we get back home there won’t be any evidence left on you. Not a scratch.”

“You wouldn’t! Jesus…Anthony! That’s…that’s like…slavery!”

I kissed her forehead again.

“Oh? You mean like wanting me to be your slave?”

I sighed and stroked her hair for a few seconds. She seemed to be calming down again.

“Let go, Rebecca,” I whispered. “I will break you…I promise you that. This is a chance for you to relax and be whoever you want. You’re at my mercy…my total mercy.”

I brought the ruler down another three times on her stomach. She was crying now – but I could tell it was still about the frustration of being helpless. I carried on – striking her thighs again and again until she broke down.

“I’ll tell you!” she screamed. “You f*****g bastard! I’ll f*****g tell you who it was!”

That seemed like a positive sign. I stroked the hair out of her eyes again – I’d really have to find something to tie it back.

The ruler went down on the table where she could still see it; then I walked to the refrigerator and took out a bottle of water. She drank almost half of it right away.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “I was really thirsty…thank you! I…I’m sorry I swore at you. Will you…please…kiss me, Anthony. I feel so scared…please kiss me and tell me this is all just a game.”

With some difficulty I ignored her request, pulled a chair over and placed it backwards in front of her so I could rest my arms on the back and look at her. I sipped at the bottle of water.

“I’m waiting.”

“But…aren’t you going to unlock me? I said I’d tell you already…you’ve won. You won the game.”

“I know I’ve won…there was never any question of that. Whatever you may think about this, Rebecca…it’s not a game; unless you want to make it one. Now…I’m still waiting.”

The marks across her thighs and belly looked amazing – I knew they’d fade in a couple of days, but for now they were giving me a lot of pleasure – my c**k was throbbing fit to burst and it felt like I’d already come in my pants, I’d leaked so much!

Rebecca closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “H…his name was…Eddie.”

It was almost half an hour later. We’d discussed no fewer than five other boys that Rebecca had seduced in similar circumstances to me. To be fair to her she seemed to focus on college kids – she wasn’t a paedophile, but she clearly liked ‘em young! It appeared that she almost never progressed to s*x with these boys – most often the encounter was like mine; a gentle spanking with some verbal humiliation thrown in.

As she’d been speaking I considered my next steps. I’d had to give her another dozen strokes with the ruler to “encourage” her to continue her confessions. Now I was concerned that she’d been chained to that post for long enough. There was also the not-so-small matter of my throbbing c**k – I was desperate to f**k her.

I unlocked her elbows and wrists first, relocking her wrists in front of her…she didn’t resist.

Then I unlocked her ankles. There were red marks where the cuffs had rubbed, but they looked like they’d fade. She leaned against me and rested her head on my chest.

“Wh…what are you going to do with me now?” she whispered.

I sighed. “I think I’m going to take you into the bedroom and f**k you in the ass. I always loved your ass – it’s so sexy in those tight skirts you wear to the office. And frankly you really do need to be taken down a peg or two – so an ass f*****g would be just the job.”

“Anthony…please don’t do that…I never…I mean…nobody did that to me.”

“So you’re a virgin there?” I chuckled. “I’m glad you told me…that’s really just a bonus for me, isn’t it, Rebecca?”

She burst out crying again then. I reached into my pocket and then carefully slipped the handcuff key into one of the locks. But I didn’t unlock her – if that’s what she wanted she could easily do it herself.

“OK; it’s your choice now,” I told her gently. “I’m sorry if I frightened you earlier; but it was quid pro quo – you scared the s**t out of me that day in the basement with your blackmail threats. Just so we’re clear – I really am going to f**k you in the ass now – unless you unlock yourself right now and we head back home to New Jersey.”

“Wh…what?” she gasped. “Jesus! That’s…crazy! Those are my only two choices?”

“Rebecca; you need to understand that I didn’t even start on you yet. I’m pleased that you confessed your sins, but from now on each time I punish you it will be as a direct challenge to your hard-ass personality.” I stroked her hair and wiped a tear from her cheek.

“I already told you how much I admire you…all of you, not just the sexy parts! I’ve got a feeling that every day you go to work you need to put on this shell of a woman who can’t be bullied – and can’t be beaten. I’m sure it must be tiring for you…because I know how gentle…how graceful, and how feminine you can be.” Now I gripped her hair and twisted her face towards me. I didn’t yank on her – but she knew she had to turn to me. “Well, Rebecca, for the next nine days I’m going to give you the chance to be somebody different. To submit to me so totally and completely that it’ll be like nothing you ever experienced before.” I kissed her forehead…she was trembling slightly. “Unless you unlock yourself right now you’re going to learn to be beaten…and a lot worse. You’re going to learn to submit to my will. We have so much time together here – and you already know I’ve got a pretty good imagination.” I lifted her chin and kissed her gently on the lips. “You know that, don’t you, Rebecca?”

She blinked and seemed to choke back a sob. “Y…yes, Anthony…I know that.”

“We’ll make it ‘sir’ from now on,” I told her. “If you decide to play, that is…and in future, your safeword is ‘red’. I promise you’ll be safe, Rebecca…I’ll take good care of you.” Another kiss – longer this time. I felt her relax and kiss me back. “So…what’s it to be? Shall we just pack up and head home?”

She held my gaze for about five seconds…then she closed her eyes slowly, and a tear spilled out and trickled down her left cheek. I kissed it away, and she smiled.

“I love it when you kiss me, sir.”

London, January 25th 2011

I was in the bar, tapping away on my laptop when Claire came out of her group’s usual meeting room, and towards my table.

“Hello, Tony,” she said quietly. I looked up and smiled – those eyes were even more beautiful than I remembered. She’d taken the time to apply a little more makeup this evening, and she was wearing a pretty dress that accentuated her figure without being trashy. The neckline was quite demure, but I could tell from the swell of the fabric that she probably had nice breasts. Her perfume was light and had a delicious citrus note to it. I stood and held out my hand – this time I noticed her palm was slightly damp; was she nervous? I knew I was.

“Claire; you look amazing!” I told her. It was true.

“Th…thank you. Err…did you still want to have a drink?”

Could she possibly think I’d turn her down?

“Actually no,” I began, knowing I was being cruel. She looked worried for a second, but then I carried on. “I know we said it would just be a drink but…I didn’t get a chance to eat yet…may I offer you dinner?”