“Complete honesty. I don’t want you saying you don’t like something if you do just so you can avoid it tonight because you’re not in the mood. I would rather you were honest and said you were not feeling up to that tonight. I also don’t want you to tell me you learnt your lesson when you know full well you have not.” He looks at me, and I know instantly he is referring to today, but I can’t help but laugh.“I mean that. That was a trick question today; it won’t always be, as sometimes, yes, you will be punished and have to learn a lesson. You won’t learn your lesson this way, and even if I did something like make you have a cold shower, you would still do it, so I would rather you say you are sorry, but you know you may do it again.” Is that all I needed to do today?I wonder how I could have learnt my lesson from him teasing me.“Fine with me. So what happens if, after a week of punishing me, I still have not learnt my lesson, and I still tease you while you drive to a meeting?” I h
I wake up to Jackson asleep next to me. Lying here, I realise today is day four of his final week before he leaves. I want to do so much, but at the same time, I don’t want to do too much because there would be nothing left for when he gets back.“So, what is the plan for today then?” His voice shocks me. “Alena, you should know by now I am hardly ever asleep when you wake up.” He is right. Most of the time, when I am awake and assume he is asleep, he is actually awake.“Well, I am not sure. Do you have anything else we need to do before you leave?” He opens his eyes, his smile growing. I know that smile.“A lot. I have a lot I need to do before I leave. You are the main one.” He smirks as I shake my head at him. I wish that was all we needed to sort before he left.“Other than me, Jackson. Get your head into the real world.” I laugh at him and wait for his answer.“Well, I guess today, you could meet the staff. You will have my work phone while I am gone, so if they need anything and
“What did I say? What did you agree to?” I look at him, confused. What have I done against the rules? “You must obey me. We spoke about this last night. What happens if you disobey me?” His voice is now a growl. Well, I guess it is time for punishment.“I get punished.” A part of me hates the thought of hours on the edge, not allowed to orgasm. Another part of me is begging for it.“Safeword, Alena. If you wanted me to stop, you should have said the safe word, not backchat and make me look a fool in front of others.” His voice is soft. Smiling at him, I love this side of him. He is standing staring at me still, looking like he is considering what to do. Not having learnt my lesson, I speak up.“So, you're going to tease me all day again and not let me cum? Fine.” He doesn’t answer, his hand twitching at my words. For some reason, I can’t stop my mouth from running.“Is your palm twitching, Sir?” With a quick move, he has me bent over the table, pulling my skirt up. I smile, knowing wh
The place fills up with guests. Looking up, Roxy comes into sight. “Roxy is here,” I say, smiling, as she comes over to us.“Hi, Alena. Hi Jackson. How are you two?” She smiles.“Good, thank you,” I smile up at her.“I hear you will be here for a couple of weeks while Jackson is away.” She looks sad like she would miss him, which makes no sense as he is hardly here anyway.“Sure, will be.” I smile back. I like Roxy. She is like me, new and so quiet. She helps me relax, and I, in a way, can see her as a friend.“Well, I better go. I only came to see my friend for a bit on her break.” Smiling, I nod. I get up to hug her and smile.“See you later, guys.” She walks off smiling. Jackson looks at where she is walking to.“I will be right back.” Jackson smiles. Getting up, he walks to where Roxy is standing. They are deep in conversation when Liam and Georgina walk in.Jackson’s whole stance changes, and he looks annoyed.“What are you two doing here?” He doesn’t sound very welcoming.“We j
I can hear him walking around, his hands grabbing mine, and they are fastened behind my back.“What if I told you that my pussy wants my attention. No, it needs my attention.” I move, not replying. I now feel like I am giving up on myself and going to agree. If I speak, it will be a sign that I am giving in. So, I will just stand here, silent, as he moves again.Suddenly the whip comes down faster and harder. I moan before biting my lip to stop myself from screaming.“Doesn’t my dirty little slut want to be pleasured and pleased?” His voice is making me wild. I can’t do it anymore. I am ready to submit and throw our plans away for this. His whip comes down faster and harder. I moan, biting my lip, trying not to give in.Deep down, I know I already have. His hand grips my hair and pulls my head back as he growls in my ear.“You’re my fucktoy, and you don’t want me to fuck the hell out of you?” Oh, he wins! His growl pushes me over the limit, and my head nods in response instantly.“I d
He moves away, but I feel someone behind me, their hands running down my back, and I feel like I am melting. It is a woman, and a part of me smiles, knowing it is. I feel his hands on me again as he slowly begins attaching the nipple clamps to my breasts, his hands exploring my body, while one of her hands slides down and rests on my pussy, rubbing gently.I am moaning as the whip swings down and hits across my arse. My legs are getting tired, and the rope around my wrists is digging in as I am using them to hold my weight, yet I love the feel of the rope rubbing against my skin, burning it.They are both teasing me, her fingers rubbing my pussy while he begins to spank me with the paddle. I am constantly moaning, unable to stop myself, feeling the moisture building between my legs.My arms are unclipped, and I am guided across the room. I feel Jackson in front of me. I am slowly pulled over, so I am bending over what feels like the bed. I wish I could see it; I so want to see it. The
On waking, Jackson is actually looking awake for a change, sitting and looking down at me. He looks worried for some reason.“You okay?” He sounds like he is being careful about what he says. Did something happen while I was asleep that I don’t know about?“Never better, why?” I smile at him, trying to make him feel better.“You don’t remember?” He looks at me, concerned. How can I forget? Laughing at him, I nod. “How can I forget last night, Jackson? Seriously, yes, I remember.”“Not that, Alena. You were fighting air, screaming. I couldn’t wake you up.” I look at him and see the fear in his eyes and realise he is serious.“If it was a dream, nightmare, horror, whatever it was, I don’t remember a thing. I am fine.” I look at him as my arms wrap around his neck. I pull him in for a kiss, trying to show him that I am completely fine. He still seems on edge, and I am not sure how to reassure him more. It was just a dream, a nightmare, whatever, but I am fine.If I can’t make him see, I
“Well, the deal we made is complete. You’ve seen me again with Roxy. I need to go to university and get my work though. I can’t pass my exams if I don’t do them. Then this work experience won’t be much use.” I explain.I can’t believe he made me totally forget about that as well. His words are quiet, purposely a mumble, which I hate. I can’t make out what he is saying. I look at him, waiting for him to repeat himself, thinking maybe his mumble was just a mistake, but he stays quiet, not repeating himself.“What did you say? You never mumble. What was that all about?” I wait, but he doesn’t answer. “Seriously, Jackson, what did you say?” I decide if this won’t work, I will try seducing him until he tells me, although I am not sure that will help.“I said you won’t need it anyway,” he finally answers. I look at him, confused. What does he mean by that? Of course, I need it. Why wouldn’t I? What is going on with him?“What do you mean, I won’t need it anyway? Of course, I do, to finish t
Walking upstairs, I feel like I need to escape for a bit. Sitting on the bed, the door opens, and Jackson walks in, clearly seeing I am worried. He stands at the door, staring at me. It feels like last time all over again. I have no idea if he will come back or not. Getting up, I decided I should just face the fact that he is leaving. Going to walk out the door, he stops me. His hand wraps around my waist, pulling me to him, his hands holding me against me. I try to keep my mind clear. My hands trail over his uniform. I can barely feel him. Does he really need a vest? My question to myself is stupid. This is Max. There is never too much protection from him. He moves, his body now pinning me against the door, his hands feeling my body; he stays quiet, not talking. His hands begin to unbutton my trousers, sliding them down. Moaning, I unfasten his, my hands reaching in and feeling his shaft, hard and waiting. His hands cup my arse, lifting me, my legs wrapping around him, his body pus
I then look for domain names. Sure enough, the ones for Jackson's business are available. I click them, buying them. Linking them to the blog, I go and change the whole look, making it look saucy and tempting. I sit looking - at my first blog post.What can I write? I think back and have no idea. I decide I will do a sort of introduction. I start by writing how I was at the start, how I felt the instant pull to Jackson and couldn’t resist him, which meant I lost my mind and all sense when he did touch me.I write about how I thought I knew what I wanted, but I really didn’t, and how Jackson showed me what I needed and found out easily.Finishing the post, I sign it off, ‘By Naughty Switch Alena’.I finish and leave it, not expecting much. Jackson comes in and sits down. He reads it, looking deep in thought and amazed.“Right, time to get it out there.” He opens all the websites where the pictures and videos
I can’t wait to get home. I feel safe with Marcus and Troy around. Their wives must hate us for taking them away from them. The plane finally lands, and I wake Jackson up. Getting off the plane, Marcus is there waiting for us. He searches the airport with his eyes to see if he can see Max.Marcus passes the keys to Jackson, and we walk back to the cars, leaving the airport and our honeymoon behind us. We drive home. Entering the house, I run to the twins and cuddle them, feeling like it has been forever. I don’t think I could leave them again for so long.“You two look exhausted,” Georgina giggles, clearly knowing about the pictures. I shake my head, not wanting to know about the pictures, talk about them or even hear the name ‘Max’ for a long time. We spend all day sitting with the twins.When we get them into bed and asleep, we go and sit with Marcus to discuss things. I can’t look at him, Troy, or anyone, knowing they have seen the pictures and small video clips of me.“We got two
The sound of Jackson’s phone ringing wakes me up. Turning, Jackson was clearly asleep as well. Picking up the phone, we see Marcus’ name, and I immediately panic as Jackson answers. Getting up as he answers, I start grabbing my clothes, getting ready to leave.“What do you mean, look at my laptop Marcus? Just tell me what the hell is going on.” Jackson doesn’t sound pleased. Walking across the room, I grab the laptop out of the bag, looking at it, we haven’t even used it. Sitting down, I place it on my lap.He opens it and clicks the email from Marcus; links and more links. I wonder what they are. I go to click on one. I can hear Marcus’ voice on the other end of the phone, Jackson’s face changing as I go to press the button.“Don’t click it, Alena!” he shouts, but it is too late, I have.“Yeah, she’s seen it. Thanks. Now I am going to get a world of shit. We will be leaving soon.” Jackson hangs up the phone. I look at the image. Surely it isn’t real. I look at him, wanting him to tel
His hand smacks my arse. “Keep going,” he gestures forward, so I keep walking. The trees are slowly parting, and I look out. It is beautiful. I scream as the whip swings and hits my arse. Turning to face Jackson, he stands there, whip in hand, smiling.“I thought the whip might enjoy our little trip out.” He pulls the whip, playing with it, wrapping it around his hand, then pulling it free again.“And what is the whip exactly going to be doing?” I ask, watching as he teases me, playing with it.“Right now, nothing. Go look.” He points forward, and I freeze. It is beautiful. We are right at the top of the mountain, looking down at the sea and the beaches. It is stunning. Jackson moves, standing behind me, his arms wrapping around me.“There is beauty in everything. We are so busy in our lives, we forget to open our eyes and take in the beauty of the world.” His words are quiet against my ear. “Imagine if you were blinded tomorrow, never to see again. You would wish you had your eyes op
His hands grab my arse, pulling me closer, his hands rubbing up my back. I freeze under his touch.“What?” He is looking at me like he has hurt me.“Do that again with your hand.” I wait and feel his hand stroking my back.“I can feel it all, every bit of it.” I am fascinated like I can feel the touch for the first time ever. I have gotten so used to losing the sensation of his touch as his hands moved. It feels strange but nice. He clearly thinks so as well, stroking his hand up and down my back, watching me enjoying the feeling, my head tipping back as I moan, feeling it. I am excited. I grab the whip, looking at him, licking my lips before biting on them. I’m smiling at him, tempting him to fuck me.“You can try, but it is not going to work. The boat will be here soon to take us to the resort, and today we won’t be rushing back,” he laughs.“Can we bring the whip?” I smile teasingly, playing with it.“Sure, if I can bend you over in front of everyone and whip your arse.” I am not s
Getting back, however, he lets himself be free. His hands spank my arse, walking me into the small kitchen. He places the blindfold on me and leans me over the table, a smile growing on my face, waiting for him to play. His hands begin fastening my legs and arms to it, so I can’t move.His hand spanks my arse, and the room falls silent. I stay standing here, bent over the table, waiting, the sound of the TV making me wonder what he is doing. Has he really gone and sat down, leaving me here naked like this? I can’t help but wonder. About 15 minutes later, he comes back in. The whip hits my arse, making me moan.“Are you seriously watching TV, leaving me here?” I ask him. He chuckles at my question.“Oh, I am. Today you stay here, and whenever I feel like it, I will just come to play, tease, or fuck you. Have a problem with that?” he asks as his hand slaps down on my arse, making me moan. Do I have a problem with it? Right now, no. The thought is actually making me smile. I want nothing
His hands slip the blindfold on first, then his hands begin to guide mine up to the bar on the bed and slowly tie them there. I love the feel of his hands sliding down my body, his hands stroking my ankles as he slowly fastens them down, so I am unable to move.He has me. I am moaning already, knowing the pleasure that is going to follow. The whip swings down, hitting my arse. I moan, but it still isn’t strong enough to send me utterly wild like before. He keeps going, the whip swinging and hitting my arse. I hear him growl as he lets himself go free for the first time in over a year.He moves onto the bed, his hands teasing me and kissing my body, the whip swinging down and hitting my arse again. I moan and feel myself pushing my arse up, trying to get closer to the whip. His hands quickly grip me, and I feel his other hand slide between my legs as he attaches the clamp, the tightening on my pussy making me moan.His mouth is slowly teasing the entrance, enjoying my honeypot as he li
I start talking about something random, trying to distract him, pointing out beautiful flowers. When he turns to look, I bolt. I feel like I am going so fast. My delusion ends quickly as I feel myself being pounced on and falling to the floor.“What was your plan? Get inside and lock me out? So, you could just tease me and get away with it?” His hand strokes my face, and he laughs at me. “Maybe next time run when I am not there, like when I go to book the boat for tomorrow,” he teases, his finger gently poking my breast.“Then you might just have won,” he laughs as his head lowers and his mouth kisses my neck gently. His hands grab mine and lift them above my head as his mouth teases down my neck towards my breasts. His kisses are getting lower.“Damn top in my way,” he groans as his hand slowly pulls the buttons open or somewhat off the shirt altogether.“That’s better,” he groans as his mouth starts kissing my breasts, his hand pinning mine to the floor. His mouth keeps moving down.