Chapter 1

Client X

Client X loves it when I beg him to spank me harder. He comes in once, sometimes twice a week to take out his frustrations on my body. I suspect he has mommy issues, but we never do much talking, so I can’t confirm my theory. It’s the same thing every time. He spanks me as hard as he can until the safe word escapes my lips. He says I am his favorite because, for some reason, I have a high tolerance for pain.

He moves me to the spanking horse that he has in the middle of the room. He restrains my feet and my hands, so I am bound with my ass in the air. Which is how he likes it. My room has a vast tool collection that he keeps behind me, making each transition a surprise. X starts with his hand. Slowly and lightly stroking it up and down my leg before giving my ass a hard smack. He does this with each cheek, hitting me a little harder each time. Then he gets quiet. Because the tools are behind me, they add to the suspense of what he’s going to hit me with next.

Then I feel something thin nipping at my legs. I think it is the riding crop. First, he uses it lightly. Nipping at each leg before taking the crop and stroking my spine. Just as I start to relax, smack! He hits my left cheek. Harder than the last time. He strokes my spine and my legs with it. Smack! On my right cheek. He does this a few more times, waiting until I relax a bit before hitting me again.

He gets quiet.

I take this time to look around the room. The club consists of many dungeons, but this one is mine and I keep it different from the others. I keep all the tools and furniture close to the wall so when you walk in what you see is an empty room. It makes it easier for the client to imagine what they can do with the space. The walls are blood red and the furniture is all black. To me, it adds an air of mystery. The clients like it. I think being in a dark room makes it easier for them to let go of their inhibitions.

X is rustling around with the tools behind me and then it gets quiet. I brace myself for the next hit.

SMACK!

This is the hardest he has hit me all day. It is a wooden paddle. It hurts, but not bad enough to say anything. The stinging sensation subsides, and I am ready for more. X is the silent type who rarely says much of anything before, during, or after our sessions. He is one of my favorites, he just tells me what position he wants me in and that’s it. He hits me with the paddle full on no slow stroking or waiting a few seconds between hits. Each hit is harder than the last. I grit my teeth and hold on to my restraints to stop from screaming. With X, the only time it’s okay to scream is when I have had enough. And it’s only okay to speak if I’m begging for more.

I think he just likes hitting something and knows that it can’t be his wife. He finally stops and I hear him set the paddle on the table. Ass throbbing, legs shaking but without the safe word, the session continues. I wait for what he comes up with next.

Just as the shakes subside, I hear something cracking through the air. I scream. It’s the whip. Two more hits and I can’t stand it.

“Apple” I whimper.

He stops. X releases my restraints and I stand up, my matronly skirt falling back below my knees. An outfit he requested. Definite mommy issues. X refuses to look me in the eye.

“It’s okay. We got further this time. Maybe next time we can have more time with the whip, “I say knowing I’m lying.

He smiles at me and nods. I walk him to the door, and he grabs his jacket from the sofa. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a white envelope. He hands it to me with a wink before leaving. When I close the door all I can do is lean over the arm of the sofa because sitting down is not an option. My ass aches so much all I can do is thank God this is my last session until Monday. In the envelope, is a hefty tip, the other reason I like X. As the throbbing in my ass continues someone knocks at my door.

“Hold on!” I say while I try to lift myself off the arm of the sofa. I open the door. It is Mistress Jade. Mistress Jade is a dominatrix.

“Can we talk?”

“Sure,” I say as I move aside to let her in. She sits on the sofa and I lean against the wall. Her black thigh high boots with jade colored lace on the sides match her jade dragon necklace.

“The whip is something else,” I say with a shrug. She smiles.

“Some of the girls say you are trying to get you P.I. license?”

“Um, yeah, I’m almost done.”

“Are you going to leave when you do?” she asks.

“I’m not sure. Haven’t decided yet. Why?” I reply.

“I wouldn’t bother you with this, but I’ve gone to the police and they don’t believe me.”

Oh shit!

“Lately I have had this feeling that someone is following me,” she says staring at her boots.

“What do you mean?” I ask

“Well, when I go out I feel eyes on me. Watching me. And a couple of times I’ve come home and my door is open, but nothing is missing. I’ve gotten mail from someone saying I’m watching you. I get texts saying how beautiful I look in my dress from an unknown number.”

“And you said all this to the police?” I ask.

“Yes, but there aren’t any fingerprints and when they asked me what work I do—” she stops.

“You tell them you work at a strip club and they stop listening?”

She looks up at me. “Yeah, pretty much.”

“That’s fucked up.”

“Yeah. Can you help?”

“I’m not sure I don’t have my license yet so there is not a lot I can do.”

“I’ll pay you. I just need to know who is doing this.”

The pained look in her eyes tugs on my heartstrings. I am almost done. I need to take my final test to get my license, but I’m not sure I should be doing this. She’s not a friend, but she is friendly and has never done or said a mean word to me.

“I’ll think about it and get back to you. Meanwhile, what detective did you talk to at the police department? And gather everything this person has sent you and put it in a bag. Bring it with you Monday. Just in case.”

“I will be here tomorrow and I’ll just put it in your room and I talked to a Detective Mars. Thank you, if you take it of course.”

Jade gets up and leaves. I feel sorry for her. But I don’t have my license so can I take her case? I don’t see why not; it’s just finding someone. It shouldn’t be too dangerous. Then again somebody is stalking her, and it could be. But I just need to find the person and she can hand over my findings to the cops and they can take it from there. I pull my body away from the wall and change my clothes into jeans and a simple tank. I gather my belongings and close for the night. I leave my door unlocked for Jade tomorrow and go on my merry way. So happy to be going home.