Chapter Four: Rachel's gets more than she expected when she visits Andy

The train made its way through the Kent countryside, and Rachel watched the fields pass in front of her window. Three months. Three months since her time in Greece, three months since she had lain in Andy’s arms. Three months since Andy had freed her inner passions and fulfilled her needs so wonderfully.

She shifted in her seat, feeling a flutter of anticipation low in her belly. In less than an hour, she'd see him again. Touch him again. Submit to him again. Feel him come in her again. Well maybe that last one might take more than an hour, but it was definitely an early goal when she saw him. Rachel smiled to herself, thinking about how much had shifted in those three months. She'd returned from Greece a different woman. quieter perhaps, but stronger and more determined to enjoy life and to hell with the consequences. Now she was certain of what she wanted, and gradually, almost imperceptibly, her marriage had rearranged itself into something more honest.

Her husband still spent his weekends with his mates, still disappeared to the pub or the football rather than spending time with her or working on the relationship. He simply took her for granted. But now Rachel didn't wait at home, didn't pretend to mind. She'd started taking her own trips. spa weekends with friends, shopping in London, visits to galleries. He didn't ask where she went. She didn't volunteer the information. They'd found a rhythm that worked, built on mutual disinterest rather than mutual affection.

It should have made her sad. Instead, she felt liberated.

The train began to slow as it approached the outskirts of Tunbridge Wells. Rachel checked her reflection in the window. hair loose around her shoulders, minimal makeup, a simple dress that buttoned down the front. Underneath, she wore the orange thong she'd bought specifically for today with a matching bra. She had sent Andy a photo taken in the underwear that morning and his reply had given her a frisson of pleasure. She wanted to be ready for whatever Andy had planned.

Because that was the other thing that had changed. In Greece, she'd been discovering herself, testing boundaries she hadn't known existed. Now, three months later, she knew exactly what she wanted. She wanted Andy. She wanted his control, his dominance, his careful orchestration of her pleasure. When they were together, she didn't have to think or decide or manage. She could simply surrender. Simply put. She wanted him and she wanted to be his.

The thought made her wet.

The train pulled into the station, and Rachel gathered her overnight bag. Her heart hammered as she stepped onto the platform, as she found a taxi, as she gave the driver Andy's address. Every mile now was bringing her closer.

The taxi pulled up outside an elegant detached Victorian house, set back in its own garden grounds, white-painted with black railings and window boxes still bright with late-season flowers. Rachel paid the driver with trembling hands and stood on the pavement, looking up at the house. She climbed the steps and pressed the bell.

This was it. No turning back now, not that she could have done if she tried

The door opened almost immediately, and there he was. Andy, looking exactly as she remembered. tall and lean, his hair slightly longer now, his Greek suntan still deep and alluring, wearing jeans and a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up. His eyes lit up when he saw her.

"Rachel."

"Andy."

They stood frozen for a heartbeat, just looking at each other. Then Andy reached out, pulled her inside, and kicked the door shut behind her. His mouth found hers in a kiss that was hungry and desperate and seemed determined to make up for all the ones she had missed in the last three months. Rachel dropped her bag and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself against him. She could feel him already hard against her stomach, could taste coffee on his tongue. His hands slid down her back to cup her ass, pulling her tighter.

"God, I've missed you," he murmured against her mouth.

"Show me," Rachel breathed.

“Oh, I will definitely show you. Be careful what you wish for.”

Andy pulled back just enough to look at her, his eyes dark with desire. Then he took her hand and led her upstairs. His bedroom was at the back of the house, overlooking a small garden. Rachel had a brief impression of cream walls and refined modern furniture before Andy was kissing her again, his hands working at the buttons of her dress.

"Let me," she said, stepping back.

She undid the buttons slowly, watching his face as she revealed herself inch by inch. When the dress fell open, Andy's breath caught. Rachel then reached behind her back and undid the clasps on her bra and let is slide down her arms where it joined the dress lying on the floor

"So beautiful," he said, his voice soft yet with an aura of command. " Still got a trace of the tan lines I see. Good girl."

Rachel stood before him in just the orange thong and her heels, feeling his gaze running over her body like a physical touch.

"Turn around," Andy said.

Rachel obeyed, turning slowly. She heard him make a low sound of approval.

"That thong," he said. "Perfect. It makes your ass look incredible."

Rachel felt a flush of pleasure at the praise. She turned back to face him.

"Your turn," she said.

Andy pulled his shirt over his head, then unbuckled his belt and pushed his jeans down. He wore black silk boxer briefs that did nothing to hide his erection. Rachel's mouth went dry, and she licked her lips in anticipation.

"Come here," Andy said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Rachel walked toward him, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. When she was close enough, Andy reached out and hooked his fingers in the sides of her thong, pulling her closer still.

"I'm going to spank you now," he said, looking up at her. "Hard. Until your ass is red and hot and you're begging me to stop. A punishment for making me wait so long to get my hands on you again. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Rachel whispered.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Andy."

He smiled. "Good. Over my knee."

Rachel's heart raced as she positioned herself across his lap, her stomach resting on his thighs, her ass raised. She felt vulnerable and exposed and desperately aroused. Andy's hand rested on her lower back, holding her in place.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Yes."

The first slap landed on her right cheek, sharp and stinging. Rachel gasped. The second followed immediately on the same cheek, equally hard. Andy didn't pause, didn't build up gradually. He spanked her with steady, measured strikes that quickly built a burning heat across her ass, switching from cheek to cheek at random, keeping her nerves tingling with excitement.

Rachel squirmed, but Andy's hand on her back kept her in place. The pain was growing but not unbearable, and underneath it, she could feel her arousal building. Each strike sent a jolt of sensation straight to her clit as the thong dug into her womanhood.

"Stay still," Andy commanded, his hand coming down again and again.

Rachel tried to obey, but it was difficult. Her ass felt like it was on fire, the heat spreading and intensifying with each slap. She could feel tears welling up at her eyes, could hear herself making small sounds, but this was all pleasure, and not distress, thought the boundaries between the two emotions were rapidly blurring.

"Please," she gasped.

"Please what?" Andy asked, not stopping.

"Please... I don't know."

"Do you want me to stop?"

Did she? Rachel searched her feelings and found only arousal and need and a strange, desperate pleasure in the glowing feeling of her stinging cheeks.

"No," she admitted.

"Good girl," Andy said, and spanked her even harder.

By the time he finally stopped, Rachel was sobbing quietly, her ass throbbing and hot. Andy's hand gentled, stroking her heated skin.

"Beautiful," he murmured. "You're so beautiful like this."

He helped her stand, and Rachel caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror across the room. Her cheeks. both sets. were flushed red, her eyes bright with tears, her nipples hard. She looked thoroughly debauched.

"Time for you to thank me now I think. Let’s see you on your knees," Andy said.

Rachel sank down gratefully, the cool floor a relief against her burning skin. Andy stood and pushed his boxer briefs down, freeing his erection. It stood thick and hard, the head already glistening. Rachel didn't wait for any further invitation. She leaned forward and took him in her mouth, loving the weight of him on her tongue, the taste of salt and skin. Andy groaned, his hand coming to rest on her head.

"That's it," he said. "Take it all."

Rachel relaxed her throat and took him deeper, using her hand to stroke what little of it she couldn't fit in her mouth. She worked him with enthusiasm, wanting to give him the same intensity of pleasure he'd just given her.

Andy's breathing grew ragged, his hips beginning to move. "I'm going to come," he warned. "In your mouth. Swallow it all."

Rachel hummed her agreement, and the vibration pushed him over the edge. He came with a groan, his cock pulsing as he filled her mouth. Rachel swallowed obediently, taking everything he gave her, let him out of her mouth, before taking him full depth once more and licking him clean.

"Christ," Andy said, pulling her to her feet. "I’d forgotten just how skilled your moth was."

He kissed her deeply, not caring that he could taste himself on her tongue. When they finally broke apart, they were both breathing hard.

"Shower time." Andy said. "Then I'm taking you to dinner."

They showered together, Andy's hands gentle as he soaped her body, careful around her still-tender ass. Rachel leaned against him, feeling sated and happy and eager for whatever came next.

After they dried off, Andy led her back to the bedroom and opened his wardrobe.

"Wear this," he said, pulling out a classic little black dress that still had the tags on. "No bra just the black thong that’s on the side table.”

Rachel's eyes widened. "We're going out with me dressed like that?"

"We are," Andy confirmed. "Problem?"

Rachel felt a thrill run through her. "No. No problem at all."

She dressed as instructed, very aware of the air against her bare skin as she dressed, the way the dress draped over her breasts. Andy watched her with obvious appreciation.

"Perfect," he said. "Let's go."

They walked through the evening streets of the town, Andy's hand occasionally finding the small of her back or her hip. Rachel felt hyperaware of her body, of the way the skirt swished against her thighs, of the knowledge that she was wearing so little underneath.

The restaurant was tucked down a side street in the centre of town, barely a five minute walk from Andy’s house. A small Italian bistro with maybe a dozen tables, warm lighting, and the smell of garlic and wine. The owner greeted Andy like an old friend and showed them to a corner table. They ordered wine and studied the menus. Rachel tried to focus on the food options, but she was distracted by Andy's foot sliding up her calf under the table.

"The carbonara is excellent here," Andy said conversationally, as if his foot wasn't now stroking the inside of her knee.

"Is it?" Rachel managed.

"Mmmm. Though I'm thinking about the seafood risotto."

His foot moved higher, pushing her legs apart. Rachel glanced around nervously, but no one was paying them any attention.

When the waiter came to take their order, Andy's foot was resting against her inner thigh, just inches from her pussy. Rachel stumbled over her words, finally managing to order the carbonara.

"Good choice," Andy said, smiling innocently.

The wine arrived, and they sipped it while they waited for their food. Andy kept up a steady stream of conversation. asking about her journey, telling her about his week. while his foot continued its slow exploration. By the time their appetizers arrived, Rachel was wet and squirming.

"Once they had finished those, Andy pointed to the back of the restaurant. "I think a visit to the toilet would be nice for you. Why don't you go freshen up before we get the main course?" he suggested. "And while you're there, take off your thong."

Rachel blinked. "It’s very public here. "

"I know," Andy said, his eyes glinting with amusement. "But go to the bathroom and take off your thong. Take a moment. Think about what's coming next."

Rachel stood with a firm purpose and made her way to the small bathroom at the back of the restaurant. She locked the door and leaned against the sink, looking at her flushed face in the mirror. What was she Andy planning? Sitting there in a public restaurant, bare under her skirt, about to let Andy do God knows what to her while strangers ate their dinner mere feet away?

The thought should have horrified her. It would have horrified the Rachel of four months ago, Instead, it thrilled her beyond belief it made her even wetter.

Rachel took a deep breath, smoothed her skirt, and returned to the table. She slipped Andy her thong under the table, and he put it into his pocket

Their appetizers were delicious. burrata for her, carpaccio for him. but before Rachel had barely tasted her dish, Andy's hand had found her knee under the table, and was slowly, inexorably, moving upward.

"Tell me about your week," Andy said, his fingers tracing patterns on her inner thigh.

"Well. it was fine," Rachel managed. "Work was busy. It seemed to pass slowly waiting for this weekend though"

"Mmmm. And your husband?"

"Golf tournament. He will be away until Monday."

Andy's fingers moved higher. "Convenient."

Rachel bit her lip as his fingers brushed against her pussy, feather-light. She was so wet she could feel it on her thighs. She went to reply but the anticipation made it impossible for her to put her thoughts into words, but she knew that she didn’t need to

"Spread your legs wider," Andy said quietly.

Rachel obeyed, shifting in her seat. Andy's fingers slid between her lips, finding her clit with unerring accuracy. Rachel gasped, her hand gripping the edge of the table.

"Shh," Andy said. "Try not to make a sound. Don't let anyone know what I'm doing to you."

He began to stroke her slowly, his fingers circling her clit with perfect pressure. Rachel bit down hard on her lip, trying to keep her expression neutral. The waiter appeared to clear their appetizer plates, and Rachel had to smile and nod while Andy's fingers continued their relentless work. There was only a brief pause in service, and then their main courses arrived. Andy withdrew his hand long enough for the waiter to set down their plates, then immediately returned to his task. Rachel picked up her fork with a trembling hand and tried to eat.

It was difficult. Every nerve in her body was focused on Andy's fingers, on the building pressure, on the desperate need to come. She could feel her orgasm approaching, could feel her inner muscles beginning to clench.

"Not yet," Andy murmured. "Wait."

Rachel whimpered quietly, her hips shifting. Andy's fingers slowed, keeping her right on the edge but not letting her tip over.

"Please," she whispered.

"Eat your dinner," Andy said. "Take a bite."

Rachel forced herself to lift her fork to her mouth. The carbonara was probably delicious, but she couldn't taste it. All she could feel was Andy's fingers, now moving faster, pushing her closer and closer.

"Now," Andy said quietly. "Come for me now."

His fingers pressed hard against her clit, and Rachel came with a shudder she couldn't quite suppress. She gripped the table, her eyes closing, her breath catching. The orgasm rolled through her in waves, intense and overwhelming.

When she finally opened her eyes, Andy was watching her with satisfaction. He withdrew his hand and brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean.

"Delicious," he said. “My compliments to the chef.”

Rachel couldn't speak. She sat there, feeling flushed, while Andy calmly had his next mouthful of risotto. Slowly Rachel composed herself as around them, other diners continued their meals, completely oblivious to what had just happened. Then she too picked up her fork and returned to her meal. Andy was right – the food here was delicious here and she definitely couldn’t complain about the service she had enjoyed. The waiting staff were good too.

They finished their meals and sat back, Rachel was content in so many different ways and wondered what Any had in mind for her for the rest of the evening.

"Relax and finish your wine," Andy said. "Then we're going home. I have a surprise for you there as a dessert course."

They walked back to Andy's house in a warm and comfortable silence, Arm in arm, so comfortable in each other’s company. Words would have been wasted on the moment. Rachel's legs were a little shaky from the attention Andy had given her clitoris in the restaurant, but she was reassured by the warmth of his supporting arm linked with hers. Once back at his house, Andy opened the door to let them both inside and then led her straight upstairs to the bedroom.

"Ready for your dessert?” Andy asked. First of all, let’s get you stripped and ready. Not that there is much left to take off." he said.

Rachel unbuttoned her dress with trembling fingers and let it fall to the bedroom floor. It was becoming a regular place for her clothes to end up today. She stood naked before him, her skin still flushed from her orgasm, her pussy lips moist and puffy.

Andy undressed too, as she stood and watched, enjoying the view as he exposed his body layer by layer, until he too was naked, ready to take charge of her again. He then pulled something from his bedside drawer. A black silk scarf.

"Lie down," he said. "On your back."

Rachel climbed onto the bed, her heart racing. Andy positioned her in the centre of the bed, then tied the scarf over her eyes. Darkness descended, and Rachel's other senses immediately heightened.

She heard Andy moving around the room, heard the door open and close. Then she felt the bed dip as he climbed on.

"Just relax," Andy murmured. "Trust me. There is nothing on this room now but pleasure for you."

His hands stroked down her body, gentle and soothing. Then his mouth found her breast, sucking one nipple while his hand cupped the other. Rachel jumped slightly at the touch, her hands closing to hold the sheets. Andy's mouth moved lower, kissing down her stomach, her hip bones. Then his tongue was on her pussy, licking long, slow strokes that made her gasp. He settled between her legs, his hands holding her thighs apart, lifting her legs over his shoulders and began to eat her with focused intensity. Rachel groaned with pleasure and her hands moved from the sheets and found his hair, holding him against her. The blindfold made every sensation more intense. she could feel every movement of his tongue, every brush of his lips. Her orgasm built quickly, and when it hit, she cried out, her hips lifting off the bed as she bucked under his mouth.

Andy didn't stop. He kept licking her through the aftershocks, keeping her sensitive and aroused. Rachel was still floating in the aftermath when she felt something brush against her lips.

A cock. Hard and insistent.

Rachel opened her mouth automatically, taking it in. But even as she began to suck, her mind was racing. Andy was still between her legs. she could feel his tongue on her clit. So whose cock was in her mouth? The realization sent a shock of arousal through her. Andy had brought someone else. A stranger. A mystery man whose face she couldn't see, whose identity she didn't know.

She should have been shocked. Horrified. Instead, she sucked harder, taking the stranger deeper while Andy continued to eat her pussy. This was a new pleasure, and one that she was enjoying beyond her widest, and dirtiest, dreams.

The stranger's hands found her left breast, squeezing and playing with her nipple. Andy's mouth worked her clit with increasing intensity. Rachel felt overwhelmed by sensation. two men pleasuring her simultaneously, using her body for their pleasure while giving her more than she'd ever imagined.

She felt Andy shift, felt him move up her body. Then his cock was pressing against the entrance to her womb, and then he pushed inside in one smooth thrust. Rachel moaned around the stranger's cock, her body stretching to accommodate Andy’s lovely cock.

Andy began to move, fucking her with deep, powerful strokes. The stranger's cock pushed deeper into her mouth, and Rachel relaxed her throat, taking him as far as she could. This cock was definitely smaller than Any’s, and she was able to take the full length into her mouth, making the stranger groan even more. Andy's mouth found her right breast, sucking hard, while the stranger continued to play with her left. This was a whole new heaven for Rachel. She felt like she was drowning in pleasure. Every part of her body was being touched, used, worshipped. She couldn't think, couldn't do anything but feel pleasure.

The stranger came first, groaning as he filled her mouth. Rachel swallowed, tasting salt and musk, and the stranger's hand tightened on her breast before releasing. She felt him pull away, heard movement, but Andy was still inside her, still fucking her with increasing urgency.

"Come for me," Andy growled. "Come on my cock."

His hand found her clit, rubbing hard, and Rachel shattered. Her orgasm was intense and all-consuming, her inner muscles clenching around Andy's cock. He groaned and thrust deep, coming inside her with a shuddering force. Then they both collapsed against each other, totally spent.

They lay tangled together on the bed, both breathing hard. Andy's weight on top of her felt grounding and safe.  They lay there together recovering for several minutes until Andy stirred and slowly moved to the side of Rachel. After a long moment, he reached up and untied the blindfold.

Rachel blinked in the sudden light, looking around the room. They were alone. No sign of the stranger. no clothes, no sounds, nothing to indicate anyone else had been there.

"Who was he?" Rachel asked.

"A friend of mine, but he will remain nameless and unseen for now. Does it matter who he is? He was just a tool for you to have more pleasure" Andy replied, stroking her hair.

Rachel thought about it. "No," she said finally. "I suppose it doesn't matter who he was. It was just enough that he was there."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Yes," Rachel admitted. "Oh God, yes."

Andy smiled and kissed her. "Good. That's all that matters. And if you meet any of my friends in the future it will torment you trying to work put which one of them was the mystery man."

They lay together in comfortable silence, Rachel's mind still reeling from what had just happened. She'd been with two men at once. She'd sucked a stranger's cock while Andy fucked her. And she'd loved every second of it. Who was she becoming? In fact, what was she becoming.  But as Andy's arms tightened around her, as she felt his heartbeat steady against her cheek, Rachel realised she didn't care. This was who she was now. This was who she wanted to be. One thing was clear. She loved the new Rachel.

Eventually, they shifted under the covers, and Rachel felt sleep pulling at her. Andy's breathing deepened beside her, and she let herself drift off, sated and content.

Rachel woke to sunlight streaming through the windows and an empty bed. She stretched, feeling pleasantly sore, and listened. From downstairs came the sound of movement, the smell of coffee. What was it with Andy and coffee? The smell of it now made him leap into her mind.

She climbed out of bed and padded naked down the stairs, following the sounds to the kitchen. Andy was there, as naked as she was, pressing buttons on a coffee machine that made interesting noises under his touch.

"Morning," he said, looking up with a smile. "Sleep well?"

"Like a baby," Rachel said.

Andy lifted two cups of coffee and handed her one. They stood together in the kitchen, sipping in comfortable naked silence. Then Andy set down his cup and pulled Rachel against him, kissing her deeply.

"I have something to show you," he said when they broke apart.

"Oh?"

"Come with me. I think it’s something that you will like a lot."

He led her down the hallway to a room Rachel hadn't seen yet. his office. It was a masculine space with a large desk, bookshelves, and a leather chair. But what caught Rachel's attention was the piece of furniture Andy had placed into the centre of the room.

Before her stood something she had only seen in pictures before. A spanking bench. Red leather, with padded supports for her torso and knees, and leather straps hanging from strategic points.

Rachel's breath caught. "Is that for me?”

"Do you want to try it?" he asked.

Rachel walked around the bench, running her hand over the smooth leather. She'd fantasized about something like this but seeing it in person was different. More real. More intimidating.

"Yes," she said.

Andy smiled. "Then get on. Face down, knees on the lower pads, torso on the upper pad."

Rachel positioned herself carefully, feeling vulnerable and exposed. The bench held her at the perfect angle, her ass raised and presented. Andy moved around her, fastening the leather straps. one around each wrist, one around each ankle, two more binding her thighs to the upright between the top level her torso was lying on and the knee rests. When he was done, Rachel couldn't move. She was completely restrained, completely at his mercy.

"How does that feel? Are you comfortable?" Andy asked.

"Good," Rachel breathed. "Really good."

Andy's hand stroked down her back, over her ass. "We're going to take this slow. I'm going to warm you up first, then introduce some toys. And then, if you're ready, we'll try the cane that you have always wanted to try. Ready for me?"

"Okay, do your worst Andy" Rachel said, her heart racing.

Andy began with his hand, spanking her with measured strikes that quickly built heat across her ass, still slightly red from yesterday’s spanking session. Rachel relaxed into it, letting the pain wash over her as she had learned to do, feeling it transform into pleasure. When her skin was warm and tingling, Andy paused.

She heard him moving, then felt something cool and smooth press against her pussy. A vibrator. Andy pushed it inside her, and Rachel gasped as it came to life, buzzing against her inner walls.

"Oh God," she moaned.

"Just getting started," Andy said.

The paddle came next. flat and firm, striking her ass with sharp cracks that made her gasp. Very different from the hand and delivered with a satisfying sound of leather landing flat on buttock. The combination of the vibrator's steady buzz and the paddle's warming blows was overwhelming. Rachel pulled against the restraints, but they held firm. Andy worked her methodically, alternating between her cheeks, building the intensity gradually. Rachel felt her orgasm building, felt herself getting closer and closer, until she came hard for the first time that morning

"Someone is enjoying that," Andy said, and the paddle stopped.

Rachel whimpered in the aftermath of her orgasm. Wanting more so she could come again. The vibrator continued its relentless work, bringing her closer to the edge again. How could he make it happen again so quickly.

"Are you ready for something harder?" Andy asked.

"Yes," Rachel gasped. "Please."

She heard a swishing sound, then felt something thin and whippy tap against her ass. The cane.

"I'm going to give you ten strokes," Andy said. "You're going to count each one. If you lose count, we start over. Understand?"

"Yes," Rachel said.

The first stroke landed with a sharp crack and a line of fire sizzled across her ass. Rachel cried out.

"Count," Andy reminded her.

"One," Rachel gasped.

The second stroke landed parallel to the first. "Two."

By the fifth stroke, Rachel was sobbing, the pain intense and overwhelming. But underneath it, she could feel her arousal building, could feel the vibrator pushing her closer to another orgasm.

"Six," she counted.

"Seven."

"Eight."

The ninth stroke landed low, just above her thighs, and Rachel screamed. "Nine!"

"Last one," Andy said. "I’m going to make it count."

The tenth stroke was the hardest, landing right across the centre of her ass. Rachel's whole body convulsed.

"Ten!" she cried. Her voice full of pride that she had taken the full ten, and in fact she was wishing it was more. And then Andy was behind her, the vibrator still buzzing inside her, and she felt his cock press against her entrance. He pushed inside, filling her completely, and began to fuck her with hard, deep strokes, his hands resting on her abused cheeks. Rachel came almost immediately, her orgasm crashing over her with devastating force. She screamed, pulling against the restraints, her whole body shaking, almost throwing Andy out of her. But Andy kept fucking her through it, his hands gripping her hips, until he came too, groaning her name as he filled her once more.

He stayed inside her for a long moment, both of them trembling. Then he carefully withdrew and turned off the vibrator, removing it gently. His hands stroked her heated ass, soothing the burning skin. Feeling the slightly raised welts from the cane.

"That was amazing," he murmured. "So fucking amazing. I am so proud of you."

He unfastened the straps one by one, helping Rachel stand on shaky legs. She turned to face him, and he pulled her into a gentle embrace.

"How do you feel?" he asked.

"Incredible," Rachel said honestly. "I loved it. Especially the cane. I want that again very soon, and to hell with any marks if leaves."

Andy smiled and turned her around, showing her the mirror on the wall. Rachel looked over her shoulder and saw the red stripes across her ass. ten parallel lines, already darkening to purple.

“Looks like you are getting your wish. “Andy said.

Rachel stared at the marks, feeling a strange sense of pride. She'd done that. She'd taken the cane, had counted every stroke, had surrendered completely.

"Come on," Andy said. "Let's get some food into you. We have a busy day ahead of us"

They went back to the kitchen, and Andy produced fresh croissants and more coffee. Rachel sat gingerly on a cushioned chair, wincing slightly but not minding the pain. It was a reminder, a souvenir of what they'd just done.

"I have another surprise for you later," Andy said, biting into a croissant.

"Another one?" Rachel said. "I'm not sure I can handle any more surprises."

"You'll like this one," Andy promised. "But first, let's shower and get dressed. I want to take you up to London for the day."

They showered together, Andy's hands gentle as he washed her, careful around her marked ass. Rachel leaned against him, feeling sated and happy and eager for whatever came next.

Because with Andy, there was always something next. And Rachel couldn't wait to find out what it was.