Serving Her Scientist

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Today we have the pleasure of hosting the lovely Jessica Brand and her too hot to handle book serving her scientist.

 

Blurb

Paul and Donna are happily married. Maybe their marriage isn’t the hot, pulsing sex romp it was when they first said their I dos on the beach so long ago, but it’s safe, dependable. Boring. Donna, ever the bookish librarian, spends much of her spare time playing computer puzzle and word games in the internet. Paul’s work as a rocket scientist in the military weapons industry requires that his computer remain safe and virus free. State secrets are at stake. That’s why his lovely, but sometimes naughty wife is forbidden from playing her games on it.

Ignoring his instructions once too often, the inevitable happens and she infects his computer with an internet virus. Realizing the depth of her mistake, she is willing to do almost anything to atone for her sins and accepts that she will receive an old fashioned spanking as punishment. Much to her surprise, despite the pain, she finds the whole ritual exciting, awakening feelings that have lay dormant for years and arousing her to such a point that she craves more. She confides in her best friend, Peta, and is shocked by Peta’s in depth understanding of the benefits of erotic pain and punishment. Peta consults with Paul and then puts into motion a chain of events destined to change forever the tenor of Paul and Donna’s lives.

DISCLAIMER: This story contains the spanking of adults, elements of bondage, discipline and power exchange. If these activities are not to your taste, you are advised not to buy this book.

Exerpt 1

The reception was held in a restaurant downtown before those who wished to continue the celebrations made their way back to our place where we drank and danced the night away. Paul and I were particularly careful to limit our drinks so we would be able to close out our first night of marital bliss in the traditional way. The last thing I wanted was for Mr. Woody to turn into Mr. Droopy right at the critical moment.

Two weeks of self-imposed pre-wedding celibacy—well, I imposed it and he just went along reluctantly for the ride—would see to it that nothing would stop us from consummating our union when we finally had the privacy to do it. Our selection of music—he picked most of it—meant we had ample opportunity to get up close and personal. As we gyrated around the dance floor the sexual tension continued to build until we could barely keep our hands off each other.

When the door closed behind the last of our guests in the wee small hours, I peeled my dress off and tossed it carelessly to the floor and he turned to see my skin-toned satin and lace lingerie, the garter belt which held up my sheer stockings, and my white patent leather high-heeled sandals. As he watched, I shook my long red hair out and tossed my head back as I gazed at him with longing in my eyes. I hoped the message was unmistakable, but just in case he missed it, I ran my finger up the length of my labia inside my panties before stepping forward. I made sure he saw it glistening in the light before inserting it into his unresisting mouth.

Exerpt 2

I heard him arrive but was still a little startled when he stormed through the door. It was most unlike him but his demeanor simply proved what I’d already suspected. “You’re home early,” I said, failing to mask the nervousness in my voice.

Bad day at work,” he replied.

I said nothing, which was most unusual.

Don’t you want to know why?”

Um, er, ah, sure,” I replied with faux brightness.

Computer got trashed, hit by a software virus,” he said, watching me closely.

My body language told him all he needed to know but still I remained mute. I felt the color drain from my face and my legs clenched tightly together, my whole body tensed, as I looked away. I was afraid my legs would give way if I kept eye contact with him.

We might have lost a couple of months’ worth of data. We won’t know until the analysts manage to go through it all and see what they can recover, if anything.”

I knew my look was of unmitigated fear as the ramifications dawned on me and it was all I could do to stop myself from bursting into tears. It wouldn’t have been to gain sympathy but I could see that I’d hurt my man. “D… don’t you have b… backups, you know, recovery disks or tapes or something?”

Yes, of course we do,” he snapped, more harshly than usual. “That’s not the point. We’re not supposed to be corrupted in the first place.”

He glared at me, trying to maintain control of himself. I knew that he knew and it was his turn to remain silent. I was glad he did because I feared what he might say if he spoke. My bottom lip was quivering. I couldn’t control it any longer. I burst into tears. “I’m so sorry,” I sobbed. “It was all my fault. I was on the computer playing a game when I clicked on a link.” He glared at me and I looked away.

Tell me,” he demanded.

Nothing happened at first but later I noticed the computer behaving strangely. I re-booted it, hoping the virus software would deal with the issue, if there was an issue. I thought it had been fixed. I was too scared to tell you.”

So you were willing to risk, who knows the value of my work, because you were scared? I don’t fucking believe it. You really deserve to go over my knee.”

I do,” I sobbed. “I promise I will never do it again. I will take whatever punishment you think I deserve,” I said without even realizing what I was saying.

His hands were at his sides, his fists clenched as he struggled to control his temper. I had never seen him so upset and, for a second, I feared what he might do. He had never hit me before but this was a level of fury I’d never seen from him.

I’m going out. I’ll deal with you later.” He turned and stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

Exerpt 3

Restraint, Mrs. White,” she whispered as both cuffs closed over my wrists at the same time. “So delightfully helpless,” she continued as I heard the locks click home and felt the cold steel close around my wrists.

I went weak at the knees and if she wasn’t holding me so tightly I might have collapsed. It wasn’t just what was happening physically, it was all of the theatrics. She knew better than I exactly what effect her words and actions would have on me. She was playing with me, teasing me, arousing me and there was nothing I could do to stop her, even if I wanted to. I knew I was safe and that no real harm would come to me.

Turning to Paul, she said, “Position yourself, Mr. White.”

When Paul was sitting comfortably on the chair he had placed in the middle of the room, Madame Renee literally dragged me over to him. She then turned me around and lowered me over his knee. As I was going down, I wondered who was getting more out of this. He was already hard as a rock. And I was making a wet mess in my new La Perlas. Who was winning here? We were tied.

His hand came down on my wrists and held them, pushing them a little further up my back until I gasped. It was discomfort bordering on pain but as my mind was focusing on that, a blindfold was pulled over my eyes and tightened, pressing gently against my eyelids and holding them closed. Then the spanking started. Five hard swats on each cheek before my new panties were pulled deep into the crease of my butt and my cheeks were caressed for the first time. Already my mind was becoming overwhelmed. Too many things happening in such a short time.

Exerpt 4

As tender as I was physically, there was another ache. A more ethereal ache. A longing. A neediness. Last night’s activities had barely left my conscious mind and telling Peta about it simply brought it all back, soaking my panties once again. The man responsible for that arousal was lounging in the living room and I wanted him. When did we last have sex two nights in a row? Last night I experienced hot, tough, animalistic Paul. Tonight I wanted, needed, Paul the lover. I wanted tender Paul. The Paul who would be sensitive and kind without going where he had the previous evening.

I showered, shaved my legs and applied just a hint of makeup before heading into the bedroom. I had stopped off in my favorite lingerie store on the way home and bought a few things that I thought might get my husband’s attention. There was, of course, a dual purpose to this because even if they failed to ignite the flame in him, most unlikely as it was, I still felt good when I wore them.

As I opened the package and looked at them, I wondered if the wine and my state of mind had led me to be a little more daring than usual. The corset I’d selected was white satin and lace and the saleswoman in the store had helped me adjust it. As she pulled the laces tight, every tug made me swoon and I thought of Renee and Paul looking at me, exposed and ready for a spanking. As the saleswoman was about to tie them off I asked her to put her knee in my back and give them one last tug.

I decided, wisely as it turned out, to put my stockings, panties and shoes on before I struggled into the corset. The sheer, white nylon felt heavenly cocooning my legs. The white satin panties hugged me gently and felt cool against my tender butt. Slipping into my highest heels, I stood up and took a few moments to get my balance before tackling the corset.

It took longer than I expected to get it back on and I nearly gave in and loosened the laces but I was determined not to give up. I knew that I could squeeze myself into it without help and prayed that the clips down the front would withstand the strain. It took some serious effort, and a lot of grunting and groaning, but finally it was done and it felt every bit as good now as it did in the store. The practical reality of wearing it then hit me and I realized how restricted my movements would be. It was doing exactly what it was designed to do: hold my torso stiff, reduce my waist, flare my hips and enhance my breasts.

Taking time to admire myself in the full length bedroom mirror, I decided I was ready. A deep breath to suppress my nerves and I strode out into the living room, hopefully exuding the confidence that I didn’t feel inside. The tap of my heels initially startled Paul and he looked for the source of the sound. Pleased by his look of surprise, my confidence was building as he muted the television.

I stopped, my legs slightly spread, my hands on my hips trying to look as alluring as possible. “Paul, darling. I just wanted you to know that I’ve learned my lesson and that every time I move I’m reminded of last night.” My hands moved down to my butt and slid slowly over the smooth satin. “Every time I sat down or touched anything today, it reinforced the lesson I learned under your strong hands.” Cupping my breasts, I continued. “And as tender as these are, you did nothing more than give me what I deserved. Now I would like to give you what you deserve for helping me see the error of my ways,” I said as demurely as I could, twisting my body to one side as I looked down at him.

About Jessica Brand

Jessica was born in Melbourne, Australia in 1958. Having lived in many parts of Australia and overseas, she now resides in Sydney and writes for fun.

With a lifelong interest in her subject matter she finally decided to put some of her experiences and fantasies into words, toning them down somewhat for public consumption. Her first book was released in mid 2014, using the pseudonym of R. R. Greaves. This was followed by a new release in Feb 2015 and there are a number of new stories in different stages of production.

With a particular interest in specific forms of erotica, the stories have a lot of explicit detail that comes from years of “hands on” experience. All have a strong element of power exchange between consenting parties. While most involve a key female character submitting to a powerful male, they have a mixture of dominant characters with women submitting to other women, men submitting to women and men submitting to other men.

A key part of the exchange of power between the characters involves the use of consensual physical and mental force, BDSM and spanking.

Check out her other published works:

Book 1 The way the cards fall – Femdom

Book 2 The making of a mistress – Femdom

Laura’s longing

Spanking Jade

Visit her website: http://www.rrgreaveseroticauthor.com/

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