The thing about small towns was that it didn't matter where you started out from, within five minutes you had left the outskirts of the town and had headed out into the countryside. Winter Hart was no different. Within that time limit, or slightly less, they were beyond the limits of the town and zipping through the narrow roads, though still within the posted speed limit.
Like many things the local police did not approve of people going even one mile over the permitted speeds. If they weren't chasing down speeders, then they were ticketing anything that had so much as a cracked rear light.
Small town, small minds and very big on rules. They weren't just the small ones either, no service without shoes and shirt, the type she could live with. There were the unwritten rules that caught her out with little or no warning, those were ones she had the most problems with.
"So is it a dress code or something else I'll have to be careful of at the Spa?" Her feet rested against the side of a flat wooden box that stubbornly refused to allow itself to be kicked under the seat. Still, she couldn't help but smirk, so why was the smile he wore three times the size of her own? "Come on, spill. What's the big secret?"
"Dress code, well I guess that's one way of looking at it. You'll be under my--errm-protection would be the best way of describing it I suppose." The small car eased down the narrow road. "But there will be a few things you'll have to change into. More to identify you than anything else."
"Protection from what exactly? Mad masseurs running rampant? The towel police? Name tags and the right color robes?" A building of pure white stone rose in the distance with carefully manicured lawns, bushes, and elegant wrought iron gates. The place looked more like a mansion even from a distance, than a spa.
"It's not that kind of spa."
"What other kinds are there?" Why was he playing this game with her?
"It's a training house."
Odd, she hadn't seen any live stock headed this way. No signs of animal feed or anything else of that nature. "I'm not sure I follow you."
He was trying not to laugh, didn't take a genius to work that out. "You might want to open the box at your feet. The one you've been wondering about since you got into the car. What's in there is what you'll be wearing."
Fingers snagged the box, tugging it up onto her lap before opening the small golden catch on the side.
He had to be joking.
"Jack, this is a dog collar."
"No, actually it's a submissives collar. Though we can go back and get you a dog collar to wear if you would prefer?"
"I am not wearing this! This has to be a joke, and it's not a very funny one." Just what in hells name did he think she was going to do? Wear that collar and walk into the place as if she belonged to him?
It had to be a joke. But if so who else was in on it? He wouldn't have dared to have pulled this without setting it up first, yet she'd been pretty sure that he hadn't had the chance to make any calls. Come to think of it just where had he picked up the collar? He hadn't made a stop and it had been in the car when she'd entered it.
Her stomach knotted. She didn't like were this was going.
The car stopped without warning and Jack turned in his seat to hold her gaze. "You're backing out?"
"No, just I..."
"Then you'll be wearing that collar and I will be holding the leash. And if you disobey me in there, or break the house rules, then I will publicly spank you or use some other method of discipline." Those eyes didn't falter for a moment.
"I don't understand."
"I didn't think you would but I did try and warn you that it wasn't the type of place you were expecting it to be."
Danielle glanced up at the house then back at the man she had thought she had known. "What's going on? You're not joking about the collar and leash are you?"
"No, I'm not." Jack took a deep breath and then shook his head. "All right, the easiest thing is just going to be explaining it to you in one fell swoop. I'm not sure you're going to like this though. The spa is a house of training and discipline for Dominants and their submissives. I'm sure you've come across the terms before during your time in the city."
Danielle didn't say a word and for a moment neither of them moved. Minutes stretched onwards until Jack turned the car back onto the road. With little more than a low hum the car moved between the gates and onto the private road that led up to the main building.
Danielle still didn't speak. Jacks words continued to sink in, despite the screaming voice of disbelief at the back of her mind.
Jack was a dominant?
It just didn't make sense. A man like Jack didn't give off the ultra he man dominant vibes she'd come to associate with such people. He hadn't ever tried to take over at the office. He didn't look down on her. Shit he hadn't even attempted to make a move on her.
"You couldn't, I mean wouldn't." Danielle finally stuttered.
"Which is it, couldn't or wouldn't?" Jack glanced over at her.
"Both. Joke over. You can explain what rules I have to follow at the spa, but to be honest I find this particular line of yours tasteless at best." If he thought she was going to fall for a trick like this he had another thing coming. "You just don't fit with that image at all."
"And so you think I don't have it in me to be a dominant?"
"Is that a trick question?"
His door opened before she had even finished speaking. In easy strides he moved around to her side of the car, opening her own door before offering her his hand. "Shall we test that? If you've got the guts."
"Guts?"
"You heard me." His voice dropped into a low, cold whisper. "You don't think I have the ability to dominate you, correct you, be a master, then why don't we put that to the test here and now?"
Another joke, well she would call his bluff. There was no way he could follow this through. She'd seen more dominance in a puppy than Jack had ever shown. Well it would serve him right when he finally realized she just wasn't going to fall for this game of his.
"Fine, let's do this, whatever it is." Her hand slipped into his, her other hand undoing the seat belt before she slid to her feet and eased out from the car.
How he moved so fast she didn't know. In a heartbeat she found herself hoisted up onto his shoulder, ass in the air whilst he strode firmly towards a low flat rock at the side of the private road.
"What do you think you are ... Ow!"The first smack landed on her still covered buttocks before he sat down on the stone. "Shit, did you just hit me?"
Jack didn't answer. Instead he shifted her down from shoulder until she was laid across his lap. He growled and planted one hand firmly in the small of her back, holding her down. If she thought that was bad it paled into non existence as the other had tugged her skirt upwards about her hips and then, without warning, he reached into the waist band of the scant slip of satin before he ripped off her panties.
"Jack! What in hells name is going on!" She tried pressing her thighs together. This was not exactly what she had had in mind for their first date. Not that it would have ever reached date level but whatever--even in her dreams there'd been nothing like this.
"Calm down. I'm just giving you a small taste of what it will be like if you want to go through with this." His bare hand connected with her ass in a sharp crack of pain. Danielle hissed, her back arching, feet kicking at the ground in protest as the shock of what he was doing made itself felt. "Besides I did check to see if you were willing. I asked if you had the guts and this is the outcome. Maybe next time you'll have the common sense to check what I mean first."
Smack! The sound registered in her mind even as heat melded with shame. Her breath caught in the back of her throat, she squirmed on his lap, her mind racing. His free hand now rested in the small of her back but she knew it wouldn't take much in order turn into a grip that would hold her in place.
"This is a joke!"
"Does this feel like a joke, Danielle?" He growled. With a loud crack his hand smacked down against her upturned ass cheeks.
No, it felt like he was spanking her. God. He was spanking her! This wasn't some silly prank, he was treating her just like a little girl!
"You'll learn to be respectful, polite, and obedient within the spa or you'll find that a spanking is the mildest of disciplines you could be subject to." Calm, he was almost too calm as he spanked her ass. "There are some very experienced dominants within the spa and I will not have them thinking that I don't know how to keep a woman in line, especially one wearing my collar."
Shit, did he really think she was going to buy this? Even after a few spanks. He'd gone further than she had ever imagined he would but enough was well truly enough.
"Jack, please. You can stop this joke now. If you think I am going to believe this is real that you're some sort of master crap then you've got another thing coming. Now let me up. Let me up at once. I've had worse slaps in a bar from a drunk."
Perhaps that wasn't entirely the truth, but she wasn't going to let him think he was actually managing to affect her with his spanking.
The growl that sounded out was all too real and very pissed off.
"You really think this is nothing more than a joke don't you."
"Yes of course I do." Danielle tried to push up from across his lap.
"You stubborn, mule headed woman!" His free hand pressed down hard against the small of his back. "If I have to wear the skin off my hand in order to show you just how serious I am about this then so be it!"
Crack! The fresh blow knocked the breath from her body. Pain flashed across her ass, her thighs tightened all before the strike had fully registered. By the time it did a second one had landed. The second blow tore a cry from her lips as she struggled, her toes kicking into the ground even as her hands slapped at his legs.
He had no right to do this to her!
His hand slapped down sharply against her ass. Danielle screamed, her legs scissoring, hips jerking before she arched and pressed against his thigh.
"You will learn to behave, and learn to be respectful to those around you. I had thought better of you, all those remarks about how this must be a joke, as if you don't believe that I have the ability to be a dominant. I am very disappointed in you, Danielle, I thought better of you than to try and insult me like that."
His hand lifted up from her backside only to snap down hard again. Heat seeped down through from her ass to her clit. Tears tumbling down her cheeks, her hair caught on her damp lips and yet still her mind refused to accept what was happening.
None of it made sense. Was it the pain or his words that triggered the tears? She couldn't be sure but before she had the chance to try and put her thoughts into order another crack landed against her ass.
God, how much more did he think she could take?
Her inner walls rippled, her core ached for something she tried to deny could exist after a spanking.
"Please, don't, no more. God Jack, stop this please."
His only response was the sharp sound of his hand against her ass.
Danielle shuddered, gasping for breath as she struggled to regain control of her emotions. It didn't make sense, a man like Jack turning out to be one of those dominants that she had heard so much about. Yet now here she was with her ass bare, her body trapped across his lap, her buttocks bright red and stinging from the blows.
His fingers rested against her flaming skin, cupping at her ass softly. "You may thank me for your instruction now, Danielle."
Thank him, was he nuts?
The tap of his fingers came as a quick warning that he wasn't joking about that either. Her hips twitched softly under the touch, a tightness between her thighs, one that she would have been ashamed to speak of, now surged into life. This didn't make sense. It wasn't as if she was a blushing virgin. She hadn't been one for years.
Crack! He brought his hand down against her punished flesh.
Crack! He didn't stop long enough to grant her the chance to scream.
Crack! Her thighs clenched and a gasp that was more than a cry, a gulp for breath, mind reached for the words he wanted to hear. "Thank you Sir, for taking the time to instruct me."
Sir? He didn't tell her to call him that. Where had that come from?
It didn't matter.
The same hands that had been so forceful only moments before pulled her gently into his lap. The shreds that had once been her panties now caught on the wind and were carried across the grass. With a soft sigh he moved her carefully until her head coming to rest on his chest.
How had it come to this?
Shouldn't she be screaming at him, striking him, doing something to show that she wasn't a weak willed woman who would sit back and meekly taking this from him, or any man?
Yet she didn't move.
"See, that wasn't so hard after all. Perhaps you'll be able to prove me wrong about the rules afterall?"
If anyone else had laid hands on her the way Jack had just done, she'd have torn their heart out. So why did she find it completely natural to sit there, bare assed and nestled into his grasp?
His hand moved through her hair, gently teasing the loose strands back from her face. "You'll have to face a lot more than my expectations within the spa. They will be watching you, waiting to see if you can obey, or if you will be one of those who believe they are submissive, but instead seek to dominate."
"I don't understand." She murmured. The words didn't make a lot of sense to her. Who would enter as a submissive and then try to take control? Didn't that defeat the purpose of being submissive?
"The idea surprises you?" He cradled her close against his chest.
"Yes, Sir." Why was she still calling him that? It was foolish. Titles were for other times, or getting out of speeding tickets. Not the sort of thing she could or should be using to address a man who worked for her.
"So you believe if you were truly a submissive and a dominant was not strong with you, you would still submit to him?"
A dominant who was not strong, she might be new to this, only having ever investigated it through the occasional chat room, but even then the concept was frightening. And she wasn't submissive, this was just something she had to go through in order to enter the spa.
Wasn't it?
"I thought a dominant was supposed to be strong, even if that meant admitting they were wrong, or have I misunderstood that somehow?"
It would be easy to misunderstand, even in her brief ventures online she had stumbled across a confusing mixture of information. Depending on who you listened to submissives were either supposed to be doormats or brazen wild creatures.
"No, you haven't. Most submissives are a lot like you. They are bold, head strong and very capable of taking care of themselves. In all honesty they are submissive only with the right person." His fingers tightened on her arm, but more in a possessive way than painful. "It will be interesting to see how you react to everything you see. Perhaps you'll be able to let free a side of yourself that you keep locked up. A side you've always told yourself didn't exist."
His words sank in, eyes widening as she tried to push away from his lap as quickly as her legs would allow her too. "I am not submissive, how dare you insult me that way. I'm not like those weak willed women who kneel and scrap and beg to serve."
Oh yes, she had seen how they acted in the chat room.
Please Master may this slave be of some use to you?
God, didn't they know how degrading that was?
His laugh didn't help. The sound burned through to her heart in a way she never thought he would be able to. Damn him, why was he laughing at her, mocking her like this?
And why would she care what he thought about her. He was just Jack, old school friend and now her employee.
"Deny it all you want, Danielle. But you have a reluctant submissive side to you that might well enjoy stepping into the club." He'd not fought her moving from his lap, but that smile of his still remained in place. Warm, inviting and offering its silent challenge.
He was wrong, had to be, she didn't have a submissive bone in her body. She was strong, a woman who took control of her own life and didn't need a man telling her what to do. No, she wasn't like that.
So why could she still feel the imprint of his hand on her ass?
Why did the memory send soft clenching sensations between her thighs?
Worse still, why was she half entertaining the idea of climbing back across his lap, ass in the air for a fresh spanking?
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