Devilish Desires

Jordynn

"Joshua, I'm about ready to fucking kill you!"

I was so frustrated with this guy. He was the head of my design team, and I'm paying him quite well—might I add—and he can't get shit right!

"What now, Miss Carpenter?" he asked.

"What is that?" I asked pointing at a big ugly ass flower as my backdrop.

"That's your backdrop. It fits your theme."

"Yeah, if it was Spring! It's the middle of Fall, dude! Use common sense, Joshua! It's October for fucks sake! One more fuck up and youre fired!" I warned him.

For him to be an openly gay man, he has a brain like any other straight man! NO SENSE OF FUCKING STYLE! Well except for my Channing; now he has a style of it's own. Hell, he could do better than Joshua. Then I thought about his mama. She was an artist. I ran to my office quickly and called her.

"Mama, I need your help," I panicked.

"What is it, Rosebud?" she laughed.

"I have my grand reopening in three weeks and my head of design is a fucking dumbass. Excuse my language."

She laughed. "It's okay. I'll come by at eight in the morning to help you."

"Thank you so much. How much do I owe you?"

"Nothing, Rosebud," she said. "You know that."

"I'm gonna pay you something anyways; even if its just a three-day spa get away with get."

"That sounds divine, Rosebud. I'll see you in the morning."

"Alright, Mama," I said.

After that, we hung up. I glanced at the clock and it red 3:45. I was ready for my playdate with Channing. I don't know how Channing and I became involved with BDSM, but the experience has been amazing. I've been his sub for almost nine years now.

It started after we attended this swingers club, and it wasn't the type of swinging you would think it was. These were actual swings. Males and females were hanging from them all being beat with whips and paddles. I was starting to freak out.

The owners—Bonnie and Clyde—took Channing and I to a back room. Clyde said to Channing, "Do to your girl what I do to mine."

Bonnie came close and said, "Don't think about it. That's when it hurts. You'll be fine."

Clyde handcuffed Bonnie to a contraption that suspends her high in the air. "Your, turn," he told Channing. "But undress her first."

He walked over to me and said, "Jordynn, are you sure?" Too nervous to speak, I simply nodded in agreement. He walked behind me and grabbed the hem of my shirt. "Arms up," he said, and I quickly raised my hand.

He took my shirt off and then he hooked me into the handcuffs. Before he bonded my ankles, he took my pants off. I felt really exposed, but it felt good.

"Channing, real hard, I want you to slap her on the ass," Clyde instructed.

"Permission to speak, Sir," Bonnie asked.

"Permission granted. What is it?" he said to her.

"Jordynn, don't think about it, okay," Bonnie said.

I think that was her way of distracting me because I didnt even realize Channing spanked me until I felt a pool of wetness between my thighs. "Again," Clyde called out, and Channing spanked me once more.