Page 6 of Spicing It Up

She glanced at Sir and took a sip of water.

He had concern in his eyes.

“I’m fine,” she said again.

Later she would tell him why she’d spluttered, and it wasn’t because Sarah was talking shop and she’d had more than enough work for the week. It was because she had an image of herself tipped over Sir’s knee, ginger in her asshole and her buttocks turning red under his ministrations.

The thought of the fiery ginger scared her. The thought of the spanking thrilled her. What would it be like to combine the two? Yes, maybe she should misbehave a little.

“This is really tasty,” James said, indicating his bowl, which was nearly empty. “Haven’t had prawns like this for years.”

“It’s very seventies, isn’t it,” Cassandra said. “My mother used to make this whenever she had dinner guests. If there was any left over it was a real treat for us to have it the next day.”

“Mmm, yes.” Sarah put down her cutlery and wiped her mouth on her napkin. “I think my mother did that too.” She smiled.

Sir finished his food and rested back. “James,” he said, “you must tell me about Cape Verde, how was the holiday you and Sarah took there?”

“Amazing,” James said. “Perfect beach holiday and guaranteed weather.”

“It looked beautiful, Raif,” Cassandra said. “Sarah brought one of those photo books into work, the ones you get made up.”

“Yes, I know the type.” Sir looked at her. Of course he knew the type, he’d made one up of her last year. It was nothing like Sarah’s book, though. Not a beach or a cocktail in sight. Sir had been going through a stage of enjoying Shibari rope bondage, and had taken numerous pictures of her in various states of knottage.

Cassandra had enjoyed the whole process immensely. Feeling bound and so dependent on him had sent her into a state of mediation as he’d worked the ropes around her body, harnessing her limbs and wrapping her breasts so tightly that they’d swelled.

No, the book Sir had in his special cupboard was nothing like the one Sarah had brought into work and it was most definitely for their eyes only.

“Would you like to see it, Raif?” Sarah said. “The book’s in the car. I could nip and get it.”

“That would be lovely.” He looked at Cassandra. “Because if Cassandra is a very good girl I might take her there.”

James laughed.

Cassandra kept her attention on Sir. Would he really take her on a beach holiday? She’d been talking about it for a while.

If I’m a good girl.

Well, in that case, she’d just have to make sure she was a very good girl. She’d forget about being bad for extra spanks and do her upmost to please him.

Sir reached for James’ bowl and stacked it on his own.

“Let me help,” James said.

“No, it’s fine. Cassandra will help me.”

“Oh, okay.” James glanced at Cassandra.

She looked away and reached for Sarah’s dish.

“In that case I’ll help Sarah find that book,” he said, a slight frown line between his eyes. “Well, you’ve got the keys in your pocket,” Sarah said. She held out her hand. “I can manage, though, if you pass them here.”

James stood. “No, I’ll come with you. It’s dark out there.”

“You just want a sneaky smoke,” Sarah said with a laugh.

James grinned and shrugged. “You know me too well.” He glanced at Cassandra. “Do you mind?”

Cassandra smiled and shook her head.

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