The Dispute
by Lybbe

Liam asked Jemma to meet him in the hotel bar. They had both been in meetings all day and Jemma was looking forward to some quiet time with a man she adored. The disagreement they had before leaving for the conference was blown over by now. At least, that’s what Jemma hoped for.

Liam was seated at the bar with a man Jemma didn’t recognize. He wore an untidy looking suit, and his tie was loose. He had the face of a man who drinks just a bit too much. Liam motioned for Jemma to join them.

"Jemma, my dear. I’d like you to meet Henry. I’m interested in acquiring his company for the consortium."

"Hello Henry. Pleased to make your acquaintance."

"I think we should find a booth away from the crowd," said Liam. "We can talk with fewer distractions."

Henry and Jemma followed Liam to a booth at the back of the room. It was secluded from the other tables, and was dimly lit. Liam motioned for Jemma to take a seat beside Henry, while he sat on the opposite side of the table. Jemma never questioned Liam, but she really didn’t want to sit beside the large, sweaty man.

"Jemma, why don’t you open your suit jacket? It’s warm in here. You’ll be more comfortable with it open." Again, Jemma didn’t question Liam. She did as he asked and undid the buttons on her beautifully tailored suit. She was wearing a very sheer camisole under the jacket. Her breasts were clearly visible through the sheer fabric. Jemma assumed that Liam wanted to admire her. She was pleased that no mention had been made of this morning’s unpleasantness.

"Oh. One more thing before you get comfortable. Take off your panties and give them to me would you?."

Jemma looked sharply at Liam for one brief moment. A long time ago he had instructed her to always wear panties when they were out in public. One of his favorite ways of keeping her in her place was to publicly humiliate her like this. She was beginning to sense that he hadn’t forgotten this morning after all. She saw the look of disbelief on Henry’s face. She didn’t dare disobey Liam, so she stood up and discreetly removed the lacy black thong and passed it to him.

"Thank you, Jemma. You may sit down again."

He held the panties to his face and inhaled the aroma before stuffing them into his jacket pocket.

"Too bad I can’t share that with you Henry. Incredible aroma."

Henry’s face seemed to get even redder. Tiny beads of perspiration coated his forehead. He didn’t look very comfortable.

"Henry, Jemma and I need to solve a domestic dispute. I wonder if you’d mind helping us with it?"

Jemma felt the floor fall out of her stomach. He hadn’t forgotten. How could she even imagine that he would? Liam never let anything slip by. She had angered him this morning, and she knew there would be consequences.

"Um. Sure Liam. I’m happy to help any way I can. But I’m not very good at sorting out domestic difficulties. I don’t exactly have a good track record."

"Not to worry," said Liam. "All we need really, is an observer. You can observe can’t you?"

Jemma felt the blush of shame creep up her neck and onto her face. This was not how she anticipated the evening would go. She could feel her nipples stiffening under the sheer fabric of her blouse.

"I think we should go up to the room, don’t you Jemma?"

"Yes, that would be a good idea."

"Yes? Is that all you have to say?"

"I'm sorry. Yes Master. I think we should go up to the room."

Henry’s eyes grew even wider. He was taking on the look of someone who had just won a grand prize lottery.

"Come along Henry. This really won’t be any fun without you."

They rode up to the penthouse suite in silence. Henry couldn’t take his eyes off Jemma's breasts. Liam had an enigmatic smile on his face. Jemma felt apprehension and a sense of excitement.

Liam unlocked the door to the suite and asked Henry if he'd like something to drink. "Make yourself comfortable on the end of the bed. I think that's a good observation point."

Jemma stood silently in the center of the room. She was waiting to see where Liam planned to go with his game.

"Now then. Are we all comfortable? Jemma. You don’t look very comfortable. Take off your clothes please."

Jemma removed her jacket and skirt. She slipped the camisole off over her head, taking care not to muss her hair. She was left standing in her shoes, stockings, and garter belt.

Both of her nipples were pierced with tiny gold rings. Henry was staring. Liam was smirking.

"Would you like a better look Henry?" asked Liam. "Jemma, clasp your hands behind your head and stand a bit closer to Henry would you, Pet? Let Henry have a good look at your magnificent nipples."

Jemma shot Liam a look of sheer disdain. She did as he asked. She stood in front of Henry with her hands behind her head. This action served to lift her breasts. To make them stand out from her chest wall. The rings in her nipples were designed to keep them always erect. Always ready for Liam's touch.

"Sorry old man. I can’t let you touch the goods. But take a good look. You aren’t likely to see nipples like that again in your lifetime."

Poor Henry. Lucky Henry. He didn’t know what to do. He stared at Jemma as if he had never seen a naked woman before.

"That's enough Jemma. You may sit on that chair now."

Liam indicated the straight-backed desk chair that he had pulled to the center of the room. He placed it so that it faced Henry. Jemma sat down, being very careful not to let her knees touch. Liam didn’t like her to close her legs. Not ever. He told her once that he wanted her to be always ready for him. Pressing her knees together might give her the opportunity to give herself pleasure. Liam didn’t want her to do that without his permission.

"Open your legs nice and wide, Pet. Let Henry see how excited this activity makes you."

Jemma willingly parted her knees. Her pussy was devoid of hair, and the pink inner lips were clearly visible. Even a casual observer could see how wet she had become. Henry was far from a casual observer. He leaned forward on the bed as far as possible without falling off.

"Jemma, I want you to use the index finger of your right hand. Stroke yourself for Henry. Tease your clit. Make it grow. Show Henry what a good girl you can be."

Jemma dropped her hand between her legs. Her finger slid along the oily inner petals of her pussy. She grazed the surface of her clit, stroking the sides, barely touching the head. As she teased it, it grew. She could grasp the oily marble between her thumb and forefinger and pump it as one would pump a small cock. She spread her legs wide, and leaned back against the chair. Her head was thrown back, her eyes closed. She loved the feel of her own body. She loved the way she could excite herself.

"Does that feel good to you Jemma?" Jemma nodded.

"Do your nipples tingle? Does your clit ache? Do you feel the power from your fingers Jemma?"

Jemma didn’t open her eyes. She kept stroking herself and just nodded a slow reply. Henry looked like he was going to come in his pants. His hand was busy with a growing bulge, and his face was red and sweaty.

"That's enough Jemma. Go to the closet and bring me the crop."

Liam had a stern tone to his voice. Jemma smiled at him, but only for a moment.

She walked over to the closet and reached up to the highest shelf. The calf muscles of her long legs were accentuated in this pose, and she deliberately held it longer than she needed to. She was very aware of the effect she was having on Henry. And Liam.

She carried the crop to Liam. It was about three feet long, with a piece of soft deerhide about 1" x 3" attached to the end.

Liam said, "This is your lucky day Henry. You are going to choose how many strokes of the crop Jemma should receive."

Henry looked puzzled. "Uh, I dunno Liam. I don’t think I can do that."

"Do you want to stay here and watch this little scene?" asked Liam.

"Well, sure I do."

"In that case, tell me how many times you would like to see this fine instrument connect with Jemma’s fine ass."

"Uh. Ten. Ten would be good."

Liam looked at Jemma and smiled. "Henry thinks you only deserve ten lashes Jemma. You're getting off easy. I would have picked a higher number. Please go and position yourself over the chair."

"Yes Master." Jemma stretched herself out over the seat of the chair, first being sure that Henry had a good view of her behind. She looked over her shoulder at him, and saw the glazed look on his face. She giggled.

Without warning, Liam brought the crop down on Jemma's pink derriere. "Our guest has been a gentleman Jemma, it’s not nice to laugh at him."

"Do you want to count the blows Henry?"

"Uh. Would it be all right if I just sat here and watched? I really just want to watch."

"As you wish." With that, Liam began the whipping. Methodically he brought the crop up over his head and down on Jemma's ass. She didn’t say a word. She didn’t cry out. After the first three blows, Liam paused to stroke her behind with his bare hand. "Jemma my Darling, your ass is so very nice and warm. Do you feel it?"

"Yes, Master."

Liam stood behind her and parted her cheeks. He pressed his thumb on her puckered anal opening. His fingers cupped her sex from beneath. "My little jewel is very wet, you want to come, don’t you my pet?"

Jemma nodded her head. "Yes please, Master."

"Not yet, Darling. We aren’t finished. Henry hasn’t had his quota."

Liam stepped back and raised the crop above his head again. Seven more times he brought it down on Jemma, careful to land on a different spot each time, until her entire ass was fiery red and hot.

"There. I think we’re done. Are you all right, my Pet?"

"Yes, Master. I’m fine."

"Henry, I’m going to have to ask you to leave now. Thanks for being so helpful with our domestic dispute."

Henry looked dumbfounded. The bulge in his trousers was evidence of his level of excitement. He couldn’t believe Liam was asking him to leave.

Liam took Henry by the arm and propelled him toward the door. "But...but," sputtered Henry.

"Yes, I agree. She does have a lovely butt. Be on your way now. I’ll be in touch about the merger." With that, Liam pushed Henry into the hallway and shut the door.

"That was a beautiful performance darling. He won’t lose that boner for hours."

Jemma was still splayed across the chair. Liam approached her from behind and kneeled behind her. He kissed each cheek in turn. "So beautiful Jemma. So warm. Would you like to come now?"

Jemma nodded her head vigorously. "Oh, please, Master!"

"Be still my angel. You may use your hand on your clit. I’m going to make use of your splendid ass while it’s still warm."

Liam undid his belt and opened the fly of his trousers. He let them drop to the floor. His penis was already hard, the head moist. With one hand on the small of Jemma's back, he forced his throbbing member between her cheeks. He found the liquid silk running from her pussy, and soaked the head of his cock in it. Jemma's hand was busy at her clit. She inserted the long middle finger into her waiting chamber, while she flicked her forefinger at the button that was the center of her sexual being.

Liam placed his cock-head at the entrance to her ass. She pushed herself back against him. One push and the head disappeared inside her most secret of places. Jemma gave a small cry. "Yes, my Pet. Tell me how you like this. Tell me how this makes you feel." His cock disappeared inside, his hips thrust forward; pulled back. Jemma moved in time with his rhythm.

"Oh Master. Please. More. I need more. Harder. Please!"

Liam’s thrusts became more insistent. He kept one hand on her ass and grabbed her hair with the other, pulling her head back toward him. Jemma’s moans grew louder. Liam’s strokes within her ass became shorter, and shorter. His breathing changed. His mouth was closed and his nostrils flared as he fought for oxygen. Jemma could feel his cock through the thin wall that separated her anal opening from her vagina. All of her muscles were clenched, gripping Liam, milking his cock. He appeared to stop, threw his head back, let out a low moaning groan that grew in pitch as he reached the pinnacle of his orgasm.

Jemma could feel the hot juice pumping into her ass. She felt it run out between her legs and onto the floor. She increased the pressure on her clit until she could feel the genesis of her own orgasm.

Liam let her push back onto his cock as he felt her muscles tense for the ride to paradise. Just as she was about to come, Liam brought his hand down sharply on her backside, smacking her again and again until she came in a blinding flash of light. Her sobs gradually subsided until she lay still on the chair. When her breathing returned to normal, Liam removed his cock from her ass. He reached between her legs and pinched her pussy lips.

Jemma lay quietly across the chair thinking of how she could displease Liam tomorrow. The day was always so much better when he pretended to be angry.