Kate Educates Jacob #13

A Difficult Decision

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We woke up to a light knocking at the bedroom door.

“Come in.”

Kate seemed unsurprised, but I thought it odd for someone to knock on our door at 6.30 AM. A smartly dressed young man entered our bedroom with a silver tray, cups, and two porcelain pots with all the sundries for early morning tea and coffee. He set the tray on a side table, bid us good morning, and left.

“Would you pour, please darling, I need the toilet.”

She dashed to the ensuite bathroom, then turned back to issue me instructions.

“Tea for me please, I want less caffeine today. It probably wouldn’t do you any harm, either.”

Oh fuck!

Americans can’t make tea. Their brilliance in the art of coffee didn’t extend to the small delicate leaf that one must tempt flavour out from. The insipid dishwater that passes for tea in the USA was the only thing I didn’t enjoy in the entire country.

A great friend might never agree but we would have to differ in our opinion on that score.

I sneaked a coffee while pouring tea for Kate, hoping she wouldn’t notice.

“We must talk about my family.”

Kate fluffed both of our pillows before diving back into bed. When I joined her, she rolled over, facing me close enough to spike my desire.

“Okay, this should be good. Please god, no more surprises.”

“It kinda is important, especially regarding my mother. You’ve made a good impression with her, so keep that up. Dad liked you too, although he barely knew you.”

Her eyes brimmed with tears every time she mentioned Richard. I held Kate close, gently kissing the top of her head repeatedly, as if vanquishing her trauma.

“Just one sister left then, and she doesn’t seem to be a problem as long as your mother’s around.”

“Be wary of Claire, because she causes trouble, as you saw last tonight. Mom is a disciplinarian and can manage her most of the time.”

“How was Claire when you were kids?”

“Spoilt.”

“Was your mother harsh?”

“Yes, but always fair. She’s especially strict with dad, but she needs to be… sorry, needed to be.”

Kate wiped her eyes, reflecting on the previous evening.

“Yeah… umm. She spanked dad, a lot.”

I held my girlfriend close because it was only twelve hours since her father had passed away and ten since the undertakers removed his body to the morgue.

“Ha. Oh… kay, is that how you learned to deal with me?”

Kate looked unsure how to answer.

“I behaved well as a child, but mum explained to me I was a dominant personality in my teenage years, and that started a process. Once I turned seventeen, she taught me how to manage future boyfriends and a husband.”

“You mentioned she was a disciplinarian.”

“She supported dad in his job. He got super stressed at work and especially with his business colleagues. She was the only person who could ground him in a safe place.”

“I’ll support you in your work now that it’ll change so drastically.”

“I haven’t decided about GD yet.”

Kate’s concerns surprised me, and I mulled them over. Needing her mother’s approval for our relationship wasn’t lost on me, but this felt intense, like a major test awaited, and she was secretly worried about how things might turn out.

“Claire was a wild child. They spoilt her as the baby of the pair of us.”

Kate described a classic narcissist who found school and university too easy, boys and men very amenable to her whims, always acquiring friends who traded appeasement with honesty for favour.

Her parents became frustrated with their youngest daughter’s inappropriate behaviour, having been frequently called upon to intervene. They rescued Claire from a frustrated headteacher, then angry girlfriends, married men she’d fucked and finally, the police on a DUI.

“Before her arrest, I intervened and arranged a clinic three hours’ drive out into the desert, keeping mum and dad out of it. Claire was supposed to detox, but she escaped on the first night, hitchhiked back to town and headed for the first bar she could find. After a few hours of heavy drinking, she was set on revenge and messaged my boyfriend.”

“She slept with your boyfriend?”

I knew the answer and where this was going.

“He wasn’t much of a man, and it happened before I knew precisely what I wanted. I had a lucky escape from him. Claire still passes it off like she did me a big favour, but it pissed me off at the time.”

“I’m not surprised. There must have been consequences.”

I knew Kate wouldn’t have taken it lightly and felt intrigued despite it being none of my business.

“She sent me photographs of them fucking, with his cum all over her face after she’d sucked him off. There was a thirty-second video of them doing anal. When she got home, I was ready for her, and with a riding crop in hand. I beat my sister and got a few good ones in too, before Mom pulled me off.”

“Wow, what a hideous woman.”

“Yeah, like I said, Claire was wild.”

“What happened after your mother pulled you off?”

“She packed a bag for each of them and took off.”

“Where?”

“They returned a week later. Claire was passive, calm, obedient, and totally transformed. I don’t know what Mom did, and neither of them talked about it from that day.”

“Did she get a good thrashing?”

“I don’t know. BDSM is all about consent, so I doubt it. An unwanted punishment beating would be considered abuse, and nobody knows that better than Mom. They went up to our cabin in the mountains, no TV or internet, no fun and nobody around for miles.”

“How did you know where they went?”

“I checked mom’s car, and it was the last journey her SatNav location recorded.”

I felt Kate wanted to move away from the subject, so I collected her cup and poured a second helping of dishwater, then set it down on the nightstand.

“I just need to pee, sorry. Give me a minute.”

Kate’s voice drifted through into the toilet when she carried on talking while I relieved myself.

“I’ve been thinking. We must negotiate an agreement, darling. Ours won’t be a dictatorship, but we definitely need rules, especially now with so much going on. I’m sorry this is being thrust upon you out of the blue.”

“Anything you want. When do we start?”

“I’d like the rules written and signed off by both of us.”

“Does that set our relationship parameters?”

I rolled back into bed, languishing while contemplating FLR, imagining its rules written on the ceiling above.

“Yes, and we’ll cover behaviour, expectations, lovemaking, punishment, pain levels and activities, setting rules for both of us. We must agree how far my authority goes, and what responsibilities we each have. I’m not a bully, and foremost, we’re a couple.”

“In love.”

“Yes, indeed.”

Kate moved closer, cuddling me more tightly.

I considered what she said. I felt happy and very comfortable marching to my girlfriend’s tune.

“I don’t have a lot of experience in any of this, even less about BDSM. Getting here hasn’t been easy for me emotionally, as you know, and I still have baggage. Our meeting was serendipitous and has changed a great deal for me.”

“Thank you, honey, and I feel the same way.”

Kate wrapped her arms around me and I knew it was a reward, encouraging me to stay on the path she’d set out.

“Female led relationships and BDSM overlap, but they’re different things, and we’ll focus on both in that way. There’s no rush, just some basics to begin with, making sure we stay on the same page. Sex, and understanding each other’s kinks is important, but there’s other stuff too, like, how decisions get made and our future relationship direction.”

“Is this a legal agreement? You’ll have an army of lawyers backing you soon, and I have none.”

“I haven’t inherited from my father, yet, Jacob, and it’s not a binding agreement anyway, so we can change it anytime. Negotiation is part of the fun.”

“Where do we start?” I asked. “And… when?”

“We need to deal with father’s death and funeral first, but we’ll stay at Granger’s Hall for a while and explore our feelings, learn about us, and talk everything through slowly.”

“What about working at the rental lot?”

“Dad owns the company. He bought the car rental business a few days after I started there. He thought I didn’t know.”

I was stunned by revelations that kept coming and wondered how much more was still a family secret. I couldn’t ask, it was none of my business.

“Three hundred rental lots spread throughout every state in the country?”

“It’s not huge when compared with the defence and security assets he owns or, rather, owned. I knew he’d bought it when the regional management team looked terrified when I walked into the conference room to plan our quarterly sales projections at Slater’s Hall during a sales retreat. The guy who gave me the job was very confident when I met him, but he fell apart that day. He fetched me coffee three times and wanted to make sure everything was cool with me.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I was happy running our lot. I’m glad I stayed there too, or we’d never have met.”

“Does your mum know your father owned the company you worked at?”

“Of course, dad consulted mom on everything. They were a team.” She gave me a coy look. “She doesn’t know that I know, though.”

“Will you take up your father’s challenge to run GD?”

“I don’t know. It’s a lot of work that will take our lives in a very different direction.”

“Whether it’s the right thing to do or not is your call, but I believe you’d do a first-rate job.”

“Why do you think that?”

“You are an incredible leader, in every sense. Company’s like GD need outstanding leaders for the great staff to do their jobs.”

Kate cuddled closer to me, as if rewarding my loyalty.

“We should enjoy a few days’ rest while we aren’t at work.”

“We’re on holiday then?”

I smiled cheekily, relishing the opportunity for private time with my new girlfriend.

“Yup, it’ll give us time to arrange dad’s funeral and take care of business here. Once you’re happy, perhaps in a few weeks, I’ll download a BDSM checklist that we can work through.”

“A what?”

“It covers an extensive range of activities and helps us express our needs, things we like, stuff we don’t. For example, do you want or need to be beaten frequently? How hard, what with, and what constitutes a punishment?”

She paused, sipping more dishwater while my toes curled in sympathy for an army of Yorkshire builders who would cringe at her choice.

“I don’t need answers right now.”

“Sounds like it’s going to be fun.”

“We’ll have lots of fun, but one thing we can’t negotiate is that I’m in charge, never the other way around.”

“I don’t have a problem with that.”

“There will be problems, but we’ll deal with them together.”

I got out of bed and strolled to the window, drawing its curtains. She followed me, handed out another coffee with a knowing and forgiving expression, and I sipped while admiring the distant sunrise over giant oak trees.

Kate held me from behind, nestling her curves into mine, and I could have stayed there for eternity.

Her childhood bedroom was on the topmost floor of the family mansion, with magnificent views across the estate park and its formal gardens.

“I never realised it was all so complex.”

“Yeah… it really is. We can’t just shove a tube up your ass and flush you out after a horse whipping while wearing manacles attached to the ceiling. We’d spend half our time patching you up in the ER.”

“That’s definitely not an attractive vision. Will our agreement settle all of this?”

I felt aroused at the thought of the fun and games that lay ahead.

“It’s a start. Our love is a journey, not a destination. Spanking isn’t the only punishment or fun activity and if we aren’t careful, you might deliberately infringe on the rules to get some.”

“When you spanked me, I enjoyed it, physically and emotionally. You took me to a good place, opening a doorway to relaxation and freedom.”

“We need to build on that, reinforce your positive behaviour and work to avoid any friction or misunderstanding between us. We must carefully explore where boundaries are.”

“You mean at what point a spanking changes from being therapeutic and enjoyable into a punishment?”

The pain of the ginger root she’d inserted inside me hadn’t completely subsided, but its awful memory was imprinted, and I didn’t want to repeat it.

“There’s an entire world that I know nothing about.”

“I have experience, and we’ll go cautiously. No matter what, you can back out any time. Nothing is compulsory.”

“I want to submit to you, Kate.”

“And I want to dominate you.”

Kate studied me for a moment. I felt troubled, and it showed.

“What’s wrong?”

“You’re like a human radar, aren’t you?”

I buried my face in her chest while she held me.

“You’re always monitoring my expressions, reading my body language and emotions.”

Kate had identified some of my ‘tells’ but she didn’t weaponise her ability to read me. Her caring and nurturing personality wasn’t exploitative, even though, given any situation, she would always rise as the alpha, since it was her natural place.

“I know you like the fact I can read you, it’s one reason we can be good for each other. Your vulnerability and emotional availability make you good for me. Now, out with it.”

“I… er… it’s awkward.”

She led me by the hand to sit on the end of her bed. When she looked me in the eye, I knew we could discuss anything and that I shouldn’t hold back. She never averted her gaze, we were alike in that regard. It was refreshing because the eyes reveal as much as words do, sometimes more.

“Come on… spit it out,” she said, smiling disarmingly.

“I can’t share you, Kate.”

I blurted.

“You mean cuckoldry?”

“Yes, that’s not for me.”

Kate stood up and moved in front of me, kicking my legs apart so she could stand between them, gently cradling me to her chest while I remained seated.

She nuzzled her lips into my hair while hers swung down on either side of my face. I enjoyed her scent and the way her hair swayed and brushed against my cheeks. She held me close for a few moments, then kissed my forehead gently, rubbing her palms down my chest.

“I’m glad you feel that way too, sweetheart.”

I wanted her, and she straddled me while I searched for her lips with mine. We kissed, and she held me tighter. When we broke off, she cuddled into me, affirming and reinforcing our mutual love by gripping my hands.

“Why did you choose to be alone until now, Jacob?”

“For what I wanted, I had to stand in line and wait.”

“You aren’t in line any longer, Jacob.”

“That’s true, and it feels wonderful.”

“I want us to get into a routine before immersing completely in the dungeon. Going too far, too quickly, might be uncomfortable without a few layers on our relationship and a good measure of mutual trust and understanding.”

“I feel so strongly in love with you, Kate.”

“I feel the same thing. It’s important you understand something about what happened our first night together. You went through a process of confession, punishment, apology and absolution.”

“I felt all of that.”

“It was only possible because you wanted it, committed to it. Without your genuine desire for forgiveness, it would have been a sexual kink, nothing more.”

“I understand that, but without you, that first night wouldn’t have happened.”

“Lying to me as a prospective employer is different to lying to me as a prospective girlfriend. For your job, I would probably have noted the indiscretion in your file and extended your probationary period. As my future boyfriend, it was a different matter.”

“I’m glad we got everything fixed.”

“That’s part of my role, to help you achieve your goals and fix any problems between us. You wanted my forgiveness, asked for it even, and I gave you a path to achieve it. You did what I asked, and we emerged together as a couple on the other side, happy.” She smiled at me, kissing my lips briefly. “Would you tidy up? I need time to get ready.”

I thought through our conversation while she showered and I placed all the crockery back on the silver tray, making the bed once everything else was tidy. When she returned from the shower, I was reading the news on my phone.

“Is there anything specific you want me to do this week, Kate?”

“I want you to abstain from love making for a couple of days because I think it will do you good. I’m also putting beauty off until the weekend. That’s when I’ll punish your potty mouth. Until then, we’ve a great deal of work to do together.”

We took a short walk around the estate park, hand in hand. The weather was fine, and she toured me around the places where she’d played as a girl, describing their family story. An ancient deciduous forest was a proud feature of the gardener’s handiwork. With silver and copper birch amidst giant oak trees, the paths that wound through them provided a perfect morning stroll.

When we returned, the parking area had a few more cars in it and the security team patrolled the grounds with regal looking doberman pincers to make sure that visitors inside the house didn’t feel the need to stroll off anywhere. One guard doffed his cap to Kate, scowling at me.

“They’ve always been protective, but they’ll get used to you and everyone will like you once they hear about your medal.”

“I’d rather you didn’t tell.”

“Claire knows about it already, she’s much more attuned with the internet than I am, so I’d be surprised if half the county doesn’t know before dinner tonight. Certainly the entire estate will.”

“Could you ask her not to please?”

“I think you need to stop hiding. Give it an hour and if you still feel that way, I’ll have a word. She’s looking rather compliant right now and she may just listen if it’s not already too late.”

It was true. When we entered the dining room, Claire stood near a massive fireplace, looking serene and happy. She even waved politely at me, smiling.

“It looks like she’d polish your shoes, the mood she’s in.”

“The stables transform her, she’ll be like this for weeks and then need another visit.”

Kate waved back at her sister while the lawyers rose to greet the new owner of the estate.

“Ladies, gentlemen, I’ll distribute a copy of the last will and testament for Mr. Richard Lesley Granger to each of you. I’d appreciate it if you read it in this room and then we can discuss matters after that. I think twenty minutes should be sufficient.”

He looked at Catherine for her approval. She pointed at Kate and the gruff old lawyer stared at my girlfriend.

“That suits me if it does everyone else?”

Kate looked around the room for consent. Some of her father’s favourite staff were there, two of his oldest friends and a cousin four times removed.

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