Madam in Attendance II: The New Residence

Chapter One-2

Relief flooded throughout me as I heard her words, I had been concerned that we might be facing a case of unrequited love or worse an ex-girlfriend. I suppose I could have spoken to Paul but I hadn’t known that she knew him.

“You don’t know him?”

“No!”

You clearly know something about him and it would seem you know me judging by your presence at my home and comment earlier, so what is it that has you repeatedly hanging around my gates trying to look in?”

Umm I was… I mean I needed, umm… Well I wanted.”

This was getting us nowhere fast and in fact was becoming both tedious and annoying.

“I think young lady you have some explaining to do, don’t you?”

Umm, yes I suppose I do but where to begin?”

“The beginning is always a good starting point, or perhaps Paul.”

“Yes Paul and the beginning because they are linked one to the other. As I said I don’t know Paul or you, but I… No, that’s not right. She began again having taken a deep breath.”

I was sitting with friends in a booth last year when the man I now know as Paul bribed us to depart, much like you bribed those women. I sat over there looking at you and him wondering, because the look on your face and the way you spoke to him grabbed my interest. You might remember that when you left you gave me a smile and poor Paul had a major problem with an erection. I gave you a thumbs up and I admit I was fascinated so much that I could not get the image of him following you like a puppy dog out of my thoughts. So in a way everything that followed was your fault!

She smiled; I listened but did not react. I remember the incident she was describing quite clearly as it was the prelude to my discovering, thorough Paul, the old school we now live in.

“You say it was my fault, I think you better explain, as I do not like being blamed for things I do not know anything about!”

“I didn’t mean it as blame, I mean it was you that set me thinking and that’s how in a silly way you’re responsible.” She smiled looking up at me, locking her eyes briefly on mine before looking down again. I noticed a slight blush to her neck and cheeks, this girl or should I say woman was embarrassed or aroused, time would define which.

Ok, the beginning. Well first I better introduce myself; my name is Ria and I am twenty-two years old and a student in English Literature and Creative Writing at the local University. I’m Second year into my degree with a hope of becoming a full time professional novelist. That’s me, Ok; I have a stepbrother called Jim and live at home with him and our respective parents. Jim is quiet, a gardener by trade and interest and generally keeps himself to himself. When I first saw you he was eighteen just and I about twenty-one, so I am the big sister which is how this all started.

For some reason I can not explain, your actions and attitude to Paul made me very curios and I suppose it excited me. So much so that it filled my thoughts, especially at night. I wanted to know more and I had a means to discover what I wanted to know, though I didn’t at the time expect it to cost me what it did. This place is loaded with cameras, there is nowhere, but maybe the loo’s, that is not on camera and I know one of the operators. He has always had a thing for me, but frankly I have no interest in him, he’s too much the macho male for my taste, but still I could use him, though as it turned out he was going to use me.

I called him and then went to his booth. Inside were racks of TV monitors, Oh I should say this was a couple of weeks after seeing you two. Anyway I told him what I wanted to know, which was primarily who you were and what happened before and after we met. He wound back the cameras until they showed Paul approaching you and falling to his knees holding out an envelope. You looked down at him with such a magnificent look of distain, that whilst I watched my knickers were getting flooded. I was more than interested. He traced you via the recordings to the café and then onward to the parking lot. Then he sat back in his chair facing me,” and said to me with an interested look and a disgusting appraisal of my body.

“So what exactly do you want to know?”

Frankly I wasn’t sure, I suppose I wanted to know who you both were, he smiled damn him, and said he knew the answer to that, apparently he recognised Paul; but he then asked what was in it for him if he told me? He even offered to throw in a printout showing both of your faces and Paul down on his knees. I asked what he meant and swiftly it became clear he wanted a blowjob in exchange for the information. I have already said that I do not find him attractive in anyway and the thought of sucking him off was repugnant, but not quite as repugnant as him knowing the answer to my questions and I not knowing. I offered him a hand job but that was not going to happen. I thought for a second or two and realised that I would have to pay him, so I set in my mind that I was being punished by him for wanting to spy on you, somehow that made what I had decided to do slightly more acceptable.

I knelt in front of him with my hands gripping each other tight in my lap and looked up, he was grinning as he opened his zipper and pulled out his fast erecting c**k. I looked and I remember I gulped and wondered if I had gone insane. My need for information demanded my subjection and obedience and penance to him I had decided! I slowly opened my mouth and leant forward taking him inside and sucking his swollen demanding lollypop.

I just hoped that the information he had would be worth the humiliation I felt to my core, as he slowly started to grind himself deep into my mouth. Then quite swiftly he grabbed my head and pulled forward and seconds later his c**k exploded down my throat and he groaned and shook. He had received his payment and I shortly got mine. He knew who the male was and where he worked and true to his word he told me and provided the pictures, which I looked at for hours on end every time I was alone in my bedroom. I decided I needed to know more, but I also found myself wondering about something else.

My step Brother Jim has a funny habit and I was beginning to wonder if I could use it somehow? He came in from work at about five pm and went straight to his bedroom. Nothing strange in that but he was already changed from work and he was only there for about half an hour before coming out and being himself as they say. I began to wonder what he was doing during that regular half hours or so and also I admit, I wondered if there was something going on that I could use to expand my fantasies into reality.

A few days of wondering led to me being on my knees at his bedroom door listening, we live in an old house and the doors have key holes, which was just too tempting, so I glued my eye to his and I saw him standing before me looking out the window. Then I watched as he pulled his trousers down swiftly followed by his underwear and then he vanished from my sight as he fell to his knees. What happened next I could not at that point say, because I had heard a noise from downstairs and so had to duck back to my room, so as not to be discovered spying on my step-brother.

I could not get the image of him pulling his trousers down and then his pants out of my mind, but the most interesting thing to me was that I had watched as he fell to the floor. Thoughts and ideas flooded my mind for a few days, until the desire to know more had swamped out everything. I found myself wondering and thinking and frankly my college work got slightly forgotten.

Mum and dad go dancing at the local hall every Friday night, this means that they leave early, dine with friends and then spend the evening twirling around the dance floor. It also means that on Friday evenings there was no one else in the house until Jim returns at six pm. That was my opportunity and I took it. I waited until Jim came in and went to his room as he always did, then I slipped along the corridor to his key hole and there he stood with was back to me looking out the window. Down came his trousers and then his pants, once again he vanished as he fell to the floor. I waited and listened and heard some suppressed gasps, that was the point that I stood up turned his bedroom door handle and walked in quietly.

The sight that beheld me was everything I had hoped for. Jim was kneeling, leaning forward, his knees wide apart his nose almost touching a picture in a magazine. As for his hand it was firmly grasping and pulling at his c**k. I had caught my Stepbrother m**********g. The first he realised that I was there was when I crossed the room and stood towering over him, looking down at him. I had my best disgusted look on my face, when he looked up he knew instantly that he was busted. I was intrigued to see a tissue neatly laid out beneath him, clearly to catch his ejaculation when it arrived. He stopped wanking, terror locked on his face, I spoke for the first time, after all I wanted to see the whole thing through, I remember quite clearly that I said to him.

“Don’t stop you disgusting boy, you’ve started so you better finish!”

The look on his face was priceless, there I was standing over him telling him to continue, what could the poor boy do but ejaculate there and then, directly into the neatly laid out tissue. I reached down and removed his magazine, a quick glance sent a raging fire bursting through my quim, it was a title called ‘Madam,’ an old looking magazine but in very good almost treasured or revered condition. My brother was kneeling before the image of a leather clad older woman of indeterminate age, who was holding a whip and pointing at him from the picture. He was also kneeling before his stern looking stepsister, but in reality.

“Hand me that tissue boy!” I said, which he did without hesitation, because to hesitate would shatter the effect for him. I added.

“I will need time to think about this and what I should do!”

Then I turned away leaving him on his knees looking terrified, as I departed from his bedroom, deliberately slamming the bedroom door behind me. I literally raced along the corridor to my own room and unlike my stepbrother I turned the key in my door lock, guaranteeing that I would not be disturbed. I sat on the bed and put the sperm filled tissue on the bedside table, before picking up his treasured magazine.

Over the course of the evening I read the magazine from cover to cover, learning all sorts of things about men I had not realised, and a few things about myself! I thought that I wanted to be the one holding the whip! Umm, and now I possibly had the perfect opportunity to be, as clearly Jim liked being subjected. I decided there and then that I was going to have to deal with him, if only for his own good. Lying to one’s self can be so easy don’t you think?

She looked up from the table interrupting her narrative and smiling at me. I kept my face relaxed and just said

“Go on.”

“Umm.”

“You can cut out the umm’ing, it’s annoying and adds nothing to your confession girl!” I said quite precisely and with intent.

Later that evening I told Jim that he was going to have to be punished for his disgusting behaviour! I struggled to keep a straight face as I went on to ask him what he thought Mum would do if she knew. To my delight he begged most nicely that I not tell my Mum. The embarrassment would be too much; he was sorry and would not do it again! If he expected me to believe that he was living in cuckoo land but it moved the conversation on to my being able to blackmail him.

That was how on Saturday evening after our parents had gone out I was standing in our large lounge holding a cane in a grip of iron, with my brother keeling before me. I ordered him to stand and pull out the piano stool and place it in the middle of the room, to my delight he jumped to it. Shortly I had a red-faced stepbrother standing at attention, but looking down expectantly. I ordered him to lower his trousers, he complied then I held out the cane to him, he took it I told him to hold it with both hands above his head. He looked so, Umm … perfect.

I stepped forward and slowly reached out for either side of his pants and swiftly yanked them down to his knees. Everything he had was now on show and distinctly swelling. Something I was not interested in, swiftly I told him to present the cane and to turn and bend over the piano stool. I could not resist swishing the cane through the air and frankly I discovered the pure pleasure of watching an expectant naughty boy twitch in expectation. A few more swishes followed, just because I could!

I had listened to Mum punishing Jim in the past and knew I had to lecture him about his behaviour and why he was bent over to receive his discipline, it would be expected I decided. Giving him a verbal tongue lashing prior to a thrashing felt so right to me. So everything I could think to say to make him feel helpless and humbled followed, for effect the cane cut the air with its distinctive swish, close to but no contacting his perfectly presented bottom. He twitched again and again until finally he did not, the next swish made contact with the centre of his bottom cheeks, striking across both at the same time.

It was probably not the best stroke ever given, I expect you Madam could do far better but to me it was pure magic. The thrill shot through my groin as the cane imparted a fiery red line on his lily-white buttocks. Oh yes I was hooked. I demanded to know what were the most strokes mum had ever given him. There was an unacceptable gap where he just lay there thinking, it took far too long as I was certain he would know the answer, so I delivered my second ever cane stroke to anyone. He squeaked and said twenty-four strokes.

Twenty-four strokes of this flexible cane, well I decided that was not acceptable; for such dirty behaviour he would have to receive it longer and harder! After all, She looked up from the table to say, I wanted this caning to be the most memorable of his life. I sentenced him to thirty-six strokes and I even began at number one despite the two strokes that I had already given him.

The phone rang with Mai’s call tone. I reached into my handbag and removed it. Mai’s name flashed on the screen, I wondered why she would be ringing and answered her call. I held my hand up in a silence signal to our visitor and said “Yes Mai.”