Janes Out Take - After Chapter 52

Jane’s POV

This one was tired and not in the best of moods. It was close to one-thirty when we left the club. There had been so much going on that Master didn’t feel comfortable leaving Laurent in charge. Which this one could understand Master’s concerns to a degree. However it is Laurent’s job, something he is paid very well to do and he should have been able to handle it. Master was right though, it is his club so ultimately it comes down to being his responsibility.

By the time Master was done with his slave in the dungeon, had cared for her needs and had her restrained in his bed, it was after four. That would not normally be an obstacle on a Monday because that was the one day Master never went to work. However, with all that was happening he was meeting Edward later in the morning along with the IT men this afternoon. It was going to be a full day which meant that instead of sleeping in, Master’s slave was up by eight-thirty to have his breakfast ready.

It wasn’t Caius that had this girl in a foul mood; he was doing nothing more than what he always did. He was the type of man that walked around thinking he was something special when in reality he was just an arrogant ass. Always wanting to be included in any thing that was happening at the club be it a party, renovations or a fund raiser. It gave him a reason to be meddlesome in everyone else’s business without being blatantly intrusive.

He liked when people congratulated him for the work he did. Little did anyone know that he did very little if anything at all. He was full of ideas but when it came time to implement them that work always fell on someone else, usually it was this girl. This time she believes he over-stepped his boundaries inquiring into Master’s personal affairs. Master would take care of that himself of that, this one was absolutely positive.

No it wasn’t Caius, it was this girl’s nephew’s actions that had her upset. The way he catered to Jessica Stanley’s accusations against Bella. The more Master’s slave thought about that girl and what she was trying to do the angrier she became. Jessica came into the office like she had some kind of privilege to be there, sitting all smug and interjecting herself into private conversations – that she had no business being present for. She was irritating, condescending and petty.

It should have been clear to anyone in that room that her accusations against Bella were nothing more than pure envy. Jessica couldn’t have what she wanted so she would use whatever means she could to try and disrupt what Edward and Bella were building. The worst part was that it appeared that this one’s nephew was playing right into her hands, all at Bella’s expense.

Slamming the pot down on the counter in aggravation this girl jumped after hearing a throat clear. Turning to see Master standing in the doorway, she had been so wrapped up in her thoughts she had not heard him come into the room. Master’s slave immediately recognized his presence by kneeling before him with her eyes and chin lowered waiting to be acknowledged.

It took longer than usual before she felt his hand on her head, silently telling his slave to rise. Keeping her eyes down, Master’s slave waited for his permission to continue making breakfast but it didn’t come, instead she was questioned about her behavior.

“I could hear you slamming cabinet doors and banging pots from upstairs. Then I come down to find my slave completely oblivious to my presence as she continues to try to demolish the cookware,” Master’s voice was firm telling his slave that he wasn’t happy with her actions.

“Coffee please, and I don’t want to hear another loud sound.”

“Yes Master.” Quickly moving to fulfill his request his girl turned on the stove as she walked by to start the water boiling before setting his cup before him and waiting to see if he required anything else of her.

Master dismissed his slave with a wave of his hand. She could feel him watching her while working on preparing his eggs. At one point this girl realized that she was having a hard time concentrating; reverting to meditation breathing to try and get her emotions under control.
Having Master’s plate of poached eggs over toast with a wedge of cantaloupe arranged, his slave served him before freshening his coffee.

There was so much going on in this one’s mind that she wasn’t paying attention, dropping the lid to the sugar bowl. It didn’t break but it made a loud clang as it hit the granite counter top.

“Jane!”

Master was most discontent with his slave as she brought him the fresh cup. Setting it on the table he eyed his slave with suspicion. Rather than dismiss her, Master had her kneel.

“Is this demonstration from lack of sleep or am I being treated to your performance for some other reason?” Master had not told his slave to speak so she remained quiet with her eyes down as the sensation of regret surged through her at the knowledge that she had disrupted his morning.

“You have two minutes of free speech, starting now.”

This has always been Master’s method of allowing his slave to have her say without any interruptions. There was no time to try and skirt around an issue, or divert attention with evasive talk. The exchange needed to be clear without any misconceptions on either side. Knowing that the time was ticking away his slave told him what was troubling her.

“This girl is most upset about the fact that Edward would even entertain the notion of listening to what Jessica had to say. She should have been dismissed immediately without even a second thought as to her bogus complaints.” Trying to remain calm the thoughts continued.

“Edward should have more faith and trust in Bella and your slave would like shake him until he realizes what he did was wrong.” Masters’ slave will admit that she was getting upset as she tried to once again calm herself.

“He should never put Bella in a position to have to defend herself in front of others. Especially someone the likes of Jessica, who in this girls opinion is nothing more than a money grubbing whore.” Alright this one will admit that was not a nice thing to say but it was free speech and sometimes those things come out.

“Edward needs to be told that Bella is his number one priority and that all those other women who he played with amounted to nothing more than a warm blooded blow up doll. They were just someplace for him to stick his dick into. Nothing more than a passable substitute offering him whichever cavity he wanted. He needs to be reminded that with a bottle of lube and a watermelon he could have gotten the same results.” It might have been harsh but it was a true assessment of Edward’s prior conduct. However, Master would not like the scathing tones nor the comparisons his slave was making.

“Your slave wants to remind Edward that Bella loves him and he is supposed to love her and that when emotion gets involved the relationship changes. She is not just someone for him to get his rocks off with because at the end of the day it is she who will be his greatest comfort. Bella will be the one to take him to a level of intimacy that he is only beginning to imagine. But in order for that to happen he had better get his priorities straight and completely discount all those other vindictive bitches.” This one grew quiet because she couldn’t think of anything else to say. She wasn’t sure if her time was up or if Master considered her finished, but he broke into her train of thought.

“Are you quite done?” Master’s tone was impassive and unfortunately it brought out the last of this one’s irritation.

“Your girl wants to set her nephew straight!”

“My slave will lower her tone!” This one will admit that she had over stepped the privilege of free speech, especially when she raised her voice.

“And my slave will do no such thing.” Master was adamant about that, but then he sighed turning in his chair to face his slave. With his hand he held her chin initiating eye contact.

“It’s not that I don’t understand your concerns, however your words are harsh and your assessment of Edward’s past…tryst, are vulgar. I’m going to assume that your insensitivity is largely due to the fact that this involves Ms. Swan. I’m also going to wager a guess that if it were anyone other than her you certainly wouldn’t feel the need to …set your nephew straight.”

Master still had ahold of his slave’s chin as he gave his verdict

“My slave will not speak on the subject with Edward nor in any way interfere with his handling of Ms. Swan. It is neither your business nor your concern.”

“But…” This girl has no idea what had gotten into her because she knew better than to interrupt.
Master stared in disbelief before his final warning.

“I’m going to overlook that outburst because I know this is something you feel passionate about, but I am telling you to get your emotions under control. Now, my slave will keep her attitude to herself and her mouth shut or she will find it gagged.” Master took a second to make sure that his slave was calm before he finished.

“You are not Edward’s or anyone else’s moral compass. You will stay out of it or you will be punished. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes Master.”

Letting go of his slave’s chin he seemed unsatisfied with her answer. “Does this require a visit to the dungeon?”

He was asking his girl if it was something that she was going to fight him on. Time in the dungeon has a way of making Master’s slave see things his way. There was only one answer to give. “No Master.”

He gave a nod, “Good. Now get your breakfast.”

As Master turned back around and began eating, his slave felt terrible that she had taken him away from a hot meal and quickly made him a fresh breakfast before sitting with her own. The morning passed as any other. Master was in his office while this one went about her chores for the day. Normally dinner would have been prepared and either set in a slow cooker or in the oven on a timer, but tonight we would be dining at Edward’s.

This one will admit that she was rather looking forward to this evening since she had to cancel the lunch date. Bella would be leaving for vacation the next day so there wouldn’t be a chance to reschedule. This girl was happy to say that she enjoyed speaking with Bella; and Rose would also be there making it all the better.

Master wanted to leave at eleven so at five minutes till his girl was ready and waiting by the door for him. He needed to make a few stops along the way for gas, the bank and the post office and when we finally arrived at the club Edward’s car was already there. Master’s office phone was ringing so while he took care of that his slave retrieved the inventory list from last week. She assumed that Edward must have started upstairs so this one began to inventory that was in the back storeroom.

This girl was halfway through when Edward joined her to finish the count. Master’s slave was still most upset with the events from last night and she remained quiet, afraid that any talk at all would open up the flood gates. Edward had suggested that we sit at this one’s desk to reconcile what we had counted with what was actually used. It was busy work that required one’s mind to be put to good use. When it was clear that all was accounted for relief was all this girl could feel. She knew that this problem had been weighing heavy on Master’s mind.

“This will make Master most happy. The IT man is coming this afternoon to install the new program. This one believes that will also help to alleviate some of his stress.”

“Has he been worried?” Edward asked with concern. However it wasn’t so much the worry as it was the distress that someone Master trusted would abuse his confidence.

“Master hates to think that someone he trusts would steal from him.”

Edward looked at Master’s slave and the thought of his actions once again popped into her head. “Tell this girl Edward, how is Bella today? We were to go to lunch but last night this one had to cancel because she was needed here.”

“She’s fine.”

Was Bella fine?

Perhaps this girl’s assessment of the situation was wrong or had he done the right thing after we left the room. Either way, this one thought she would let him know that she was not happy with the actions of a certain person.

“This one was most upset with what happened last night. She finds it difficult to believe that there are those who think it’s alright to create havoc for their own purposes.”

Edward stared like he didn’t know what this girl was talking about. In his eyes this one saw the same little boy who came to her with scraped knees and a runny nose. The maternal nature that seemed dormant came through and in a quest to help him understand made her speak out of turn.

“Edward it is not this one’s place to make demands or suggestions on your relationship with Bella but…”

A throat cleared behind us, “Jane.”

At the sound of this one’s name shame washed over her, she had not yet said anything but it was clearly her intention to do so. She could feel the heat from Master’s body as well as hear the irritation in his voice.

“Edward you will have to excuse the audacity of my slave, regardless of how often I have told her not to intervene, it seems she has taken upon herself to do so anyway. I suppose that her defiance is mostly due to the affection she has towards Ms. Swan, however, that is no excuse for disobedience.”

Master was clearly disappointed by his slave’s rebelliousness and she stayed as still as possible trying to not even blink until they both went into the office. Even then this one continued to sit there knowing her fate. There was no panic or dread, she had done it all on her own and deserves the punishment she will receive for her blatant disregard of Master’s orders.

The door opened and Edward walked by saying something but all this girl could focus on was the sound of her name being said. Standing quickly this one stripped off her dress and moved to her spot on the floor getting into position swiftly so as not to anger Master any further. With her head and eyes down, thighs parted with her hands clasped behind her head she settled her butt against the floor.

“Remove the bra.”

The panic that she had not felt before came to her. Last night Master had tightly bound her breasts before concentrating the flogger on that area. They were still tender and sore; normally Master would give them a day to rest, but as his girl removed the white lace bra she knew that wouldn’t be the case.

Standing in front of his slave Master gave the signal to rise up on her knees. Complying without hesitation she internally cringed as he produced the Chinese Butterfly Clamps. Letting out a soft gasp as her nipples felt like they were on fire from sharp steel biting into the tender flesh, she sunk back to the floor after being given the command. He said not a word to his slave as she knelt there waiting, instead walking around the room in what this one believed was preparation.

“Slave?”

Since the very beginning Master has always taken to calling this one slave during punishment. At first he said it was a way of allowing himself to detach from what he was doing. Master was not causing Jane his wife the pain and degradation; he was doing it to his slave who needed to be disciplined.

In this one’s mind she didn’t understand the difference, and actually had her feelings hurt because she thought that Master was forgetting the love he had for her. But he explained that it was because he loved her that he had to think of this one as his slave or he would never be able to do what had to be done. The practice has remained through the years and always serves to remind this one how much it wounds Master to be forced to do something he doesn’t enjoy.

“I clearly remember asking if my slave understood me this morning. I also remember asking if she needed a trip to the dungeon. Both of which my slave answered by placating me. Which makes me wonder if it was her intention to disobey me all along?”

Master remained quiet before telling this one to talk, “Answer carefully slave.”

This one was not pacifying Master nor was it her intention to defy him, “Master your slave would never willfully disobey.”

“And yet that is what she did,” he wasn’t angry, but he wasn’t happy either as he continued, “I am debating in my head if this is an eight or a nine?”

This girl knew that what she did was wrong; there was no getting around it. Master had come up with levels of offence. Level one being something simple such as speaking out of turn and ten being willfully disobedient such as what his slave had done this day. Within each level there are different punishments that can be given –always at Master’s digression. By telling his slave what level it lets her know how much disappointment she has brought to him.

“I was thinking eight but since it had been less than five hours since you were told not to interfere I’m going to go with a nine. And the only reason it is not a ten is because I truly believe what I told Edward, that my slave was acting out of affection. Because the only other alternative is malice…so answer me slave were your actions born from malice?”

“No Master.”

He sighed heavily, “Very well then, we will go with a nine and in addition to that until further notice you are forbidden to speak to Edward without being in my presence and given permission. Is that understood?”

That hurt worse than anything Master could do to this one’s body because he knew that his slave had a deep fondness for Edward. She thought of him as an extension of her own son so it was with a heavy heart that she agreed, “Yes Master.”

“Very well…let’s get on with it.”

Taking Master’s hand he led his slave over to the desk leaning her over so that her chest lay against the hard wood. The extra pressure caused the clamps to bite in tighter and this one had to close her eyes to relax against the sting.

The cane came between this one’s thighs telling her to spread them open; she then felt the length of the wood move over her skin in a rolling motion from hip to thigh and back up again. Master made a few more passes before he started quickly tapping it against his slave’s skin. He was warming up the area so as not to cause any injury.

“How many strikes is a level nine slave?”

“Twelve Master.”

Master agreed, “twelve.”

Twelve doesn’t sound like very many when this girl has already had more than thirty. Master had challenged her one night to take as many as possible. That was her limit or at least what she could remember because she had gone into such a deep subspace from the pleasure that it brought. But that was for a different purpose with the strikes spread out over a larger area and not delivered with as much force.

This one heard the swish of the air; trying to will herself to relax but the cane landed with a thwack right where thigh started to become butt. The sting radiated down her legs as she counted out, “One…thank you Master.”

Barely getting the words out of her mouth the second one landed just above the same spot, “Two…thank you Master.”

There was no time in between the strikes to work on relaxing; the room was nothing but a swish of air and the loud thwack of the cane hitting flesh. By the time Master had delivered five strikes this one’s butt was throbbing and her eyes were watering.

On the sixth one Master gave a reprieve moving the strike up to the fullness of this one’s cheeks, with the seventh and eighth ones close by the same spot. By the ninth one the tears came in full force and this girl was losing the battle of control. The next one landed on the underside of this one’s butt making her toes curl, “Ten…thank you Master.”

On the eleventh this one could have swore it was in the same spot, but she knew that Master mapped out his landing points. It didn’t matter because his slave cried out the count in a sob

“El..lev..en…thank…you…Mas...ter.”

The last one was just a blur of stinging pain that landed somewhere around the same area where the first one was. Master’s slave screamed out the count and thanked him as she lay on the desk in tears of pain and remorse. Her breathing was coming out in short gasps as she tried to get more oxygen into her lungs.

A soft cool cloth was laid across this girl’s heated butt to try and soothe the burning pain. While another one was used on her face and across the back of her neck. The cloth on this one’s butt was replaced with another cool one and Master’s slave moaned in appreciation.

“Shhh…it’s all over now.” Master was in his slaves face brushing the hair from her sweaty cheeks and forehead.

After a few more minutes of his calming voice the cloth was removed so Master could use the cream. Once that was rubbed in he picked his slave up telling her to take a deep breath while he removed the clamps. A slight sting of pain caused this girl to whimper but for the most part that wasn’t too bad. Master then picked up his slave placing her in his lap while he sat in the chair allowing her to snuggle into his chest.

“You did very well Jane,” Master spoke in his slave’s ear while running his fingers through her hair.

“Your slave is sorry Master. She allowed her own desires to overrule yours.”

“Yes well…that won’t happen so easily next time will it?”

“No Master. Your slave loves you.”

“And my slave knows I love her.”

Sitting in the chair Master continued to hold his slave letting her feel his love and acceptance