Free French Blue by Natasha Bond Page A

arms.
    “ Tres bien . You did well.”
    “I didn’t realise it would be like that,” she said through a sob. “It hurts.”
    He stroked her hair from her face. “It is a paddle. You knew what it was designed for, and perhaps I was a little tough on you, but your first time had to be memorable. I don’t think you’ve quite understood the nature of our arrangement. You need to realise that a correction is a serious matter. It’s for the best that you learn from the start, unless you want to spend your whole time with me receiving corrections?”
    “No, I don’t!”
    “Good, because believe me, I will not hesitate to take things to the next level if you misbehave again. The paddle is, let’s just say, an entry-level item.”
    Bloody hell. Lisa sniffed, realising she desperately needed to wipe her eyes but refusing to give him the benefit of asking for a tissue. “Well, now I do know.” Her voice sounded truculent, like the voice of her teenage self being scolded at school. Part of her hated Olivier. The other part wanted to kneel at his feet and kiss his cock.
    To do what? Pay him homage for thrashing her? It was sick.
    “What’s the matter?” he asked, his face concerned.
    “Apart from a stinging butt, nothing.”
    He laughed. “Good. Now I have some good news.”
    “I’m happy to hear it,” she said.
    “There will always be orders to obey, but there won’t always be corrections. Most of my demands will be more pleasurable and much easier to follow.”
    Lisa nodded and wiped her hand over her eyes. She couldn’t stem her tears and didn’t know why. Olivier speaking kindly seemed to be making her more emotional, not less.
    “Will it always be like this?” she asked.
    “Most people have no idea that a real spanking does actually hurt a lot. It’s not a pleasant experience in itself, unless you’re a true masochist, which I don’t think you are.”
    “No. Then why did I want to finish my punishment?”
    “Only you can answer that. Here.” He pulled a clean handkerchief from his pocket.
    She dabbed at her eyes with the white cotton, just about able to stand now, though her bottom still glowed fiercely.
    “Now, I think it’s time you experienced the other instrument,” he said, leading her to the table.
    Lisa saw the smaller red box and shook her head. “No please. I’ve had enough.”
    He smiled. “Of the paddle, yes, but not of this.” He picked up the box. “And you will like it a lot more.”
    “But you said it was an instrument of correction.”
    “It is, but in a different way. You said you had tried sex toys at home on your own. Now I’m going to show what it’s like to try one with company. All you have to do is relax and enjoy. Please, go into the bedroom and lie down. I was going to use this on you while you were bent over the chaise, but, judging by your reaction, I think we’ll continue in my room.”
    He put the box down and swept her up into his arms. She flung her own round his neck for support. “Hey!”
    “You object?”
    “Yes. I mean, no, not really, but I can walk.”
    “Any more protests?” The warning note in his voice was clear.
    “No.” There were worse things than being naked in Olivier’s arms—like the consequences of disobeying him—and her legs were very wobbly. “Then stop fighting me.”
    Why did she feel it was a challenge? She held on tightly as he carried her into his bedroom. A huge white fluffy bath sheet covered the white counterpane, and a large white bolster pillow lay across the middle of the bed.
    “Obviously, you were well prepared,” she murmured.
    “Of course.”
    She winced as her behind made contact with the fabric.
    “Relax. The hard part is over.” He sat on the bed next to her.
    “What? No nipple clamps or handcuffs?” she joked.
    He ran the edge of his thumb over her nipple, which puckered tightly. “Not today. In the state you’re in, I don’t think your beautiful nipples could cope with even the mildest pinces a