Kate Educates Jacob #21

The Winds Of Change

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Kate looked at me as though I were a boy rather than a man, but it was hardly surprising given that I had more than six hundred break horsepower to play with.

“Do you like your new car, Jacob?”

“No, Kate, I love it.”

I shot her a look confirming my age had halved the moment I sat in the driver’s seat and pressed the ignition button.

We’d cleared the city limits by mid-morning, planning to have lunch at a diner Kate had visited frequently as a teenager, then we’d go on to the house. She planned for us to stay at Granger Hall for the next week, to embed us at GD, deal with estate matters with Catherine and schedule more meetings with the directors of her car rental company.

It had felt odd the first time, going back to the car rental lot having worked as a general hand there only weeks earlier.

“I’ve arranged a private office at GD for you, Jacob.”

“Okay.”

I felt unsure, having assumed we’d be together at work and that my role was to support Kate while she ran the company. She noticed a change in my disposition, ever vigilant in her pastoral care of me, her submissive boyfriend.

Kate had explained that she didn’t see me as weak but preferred, as the dominant partner, to take responsibility for both our physical and mental health. I didn’t mind and didn’t tell her so, but I was ever watchful of her safety in every regard, too.

“It’s not for my privacy, it’s for yours. I want you to have a peaceful sanctuary. We have interconnecting doors you can use, but I think your work is very important and warrants an office of its own. Finding the prototyping issue is a crucial step in the right direction for GD. I’d like you to do more if that’s okay.”

“Um, I don’t feel like I need privacy to help you.”

“I have something I’d like you to look at, please. You were a Royal Marine for ten years, right?”

She ignored my protest, and I knew it was time to back off and do what Kate wanted.

“Yes.”

“After your victory last week, I asked human resources to profile the employees at GD. There isn’t one ex-military person of any nationality in the research and development department. In fact, there’s no ex-military in the company anywhere.”

“That’s odd, you’d think the design teams would benefit from an end user perspective when building weapons platforms to get some soldier insights.”

“Exactly what I thought.”

“Okay, that’s definitely something I can look at if you want me to. It’ll be interesting.”

“You’ll have full access to everything at GD, all data, staff, and all areas of the company.”

When I glanced across to the passenger's seat, Kate smiled as though she’d scored a victory. She seemed delighted knowing that I was happy too, making it her business to understand my state of mind, read my mood and help improve it when I felt dejected.

“My sister wants to visit from the UK. I can put her in my apartment for a few weeks if that works.”

“She can stay at the house with us. We have fifty bedrooms, so it would be silly for her to be alone. Does she ride horses?”

“Yes, like a fanatic. She’d love to stay at your house, and says she can’t wait to meet you.”

“Then it’s decided that she’ll stay with us.”

“She can be a pain in the ass.”

“She’ll fit in perfectly at Granger’s Hall, then.”

Kate reached across the passenger’s seat, to lovingly rub my thigh.

I floored the accelerator and the M5 Competition dropped a gear, roaring like a lion, much as I felt. The suspension lowered automatically, and I carved through a thirty degree left hander as though my car were on rails. Kate was thrilled, and I was showing off.

I love American diners, especially the classic style ones with a traditional jukebox. The Oasis didn’t disappoint, with original black and white chequered floor tiles into which the owner had bolted stainless steel stools with red top cushioned leather in front of a white ceramic tiled counter.

Jazz wafting through the diner almost indistinctly revealed the patron had good taste so I was looking forward to a break

Kate had called ahead and reserved a curved bench seat booth, where we sat side by side in comfort. I winced when I sat down, and she smiled sympathetically, knowing why.

After punishment was delivered, Kate never mentioned the misdemeanour again, nor did she delight in my pain. She enjoyed turning the page to move forward in life instead of dwelling on events of the past.

“Shall we have a burger each and share the french fries?”

Kate scanned the menu, mostly loaded with unhealthy food that tasted fantastic.

“Portion sizes at these places are too big. I think it’s sensible.”

“Have you warmed to my idea, then? Taking on more work.”

“As a fresh pair of eyes working for GD, I might help. I thought it through a bit and there was something I’m confused about. Why are there no military personnel from the armed forces clients embedded in the company?”

“You mean helping to deliver the contract?”

“That, yes, but it’s more about observing the program delivery, checking technology integration is succeeding, conducting trials and assessing if GD is delivering value for money.”

“I don’t know why that’s not happening, but it proves my point, though.”

“What point is that?”

“We can work together at GD, Jacob. It’s a true life partnership.”

She’d made a good point, and I reflected on it for the rest of the drive to Granger’s Hall. The thought of a new career thrilled me and many ideas flashed through my recently activated imagination. If Kate believed in me, then I should believe in myself.

We listened to more jazz from Kate’s phone connected by bluetooth to the BMW M5 infotainment system, and I slowed down so we could enjoy the ambiance. We both love modern music but share an affection for Ella Fitzgerald and her unmistakable four octave jazz range with improv style.

“I’ve had our bedroom redecorated.”

I’d just turned off the main road into the Grangers’ Estate drive. I studied her inquiringly, and she smiled knowingly, as if I were in for a pleasant surprise. She nodded, giggled, but I knew Kate wouldn’t reveal anything further until I saw her surprise.

I parked up away from the house, always enjoying the hundred yard walk from its front door. After I opened Kate’s door and stretched off from tightening muscles and tendons I collected our luggage from the boot and followed her.

We’d driven a circuitous route, adding the diner along the way. I felt lethargic and in need of a rest, but Kate understood our needs better.

“We’ll go for a walk. You look tired and I feel bloated.”

“The burger and fries?”

“My period.”

We walked for an hour through the estate forest and lands. The grooms had released Beauty outside, and he ran in an acre sized compound, eyeing the other horses with desire or wrath depending on their gender. When Kate whistled, he galloped over and they spent a few minutes reacquainting an old friendship before we strolled further into the equine facilities.

We saw Tiffany practising hard in the dressage compound under the instruction of two stable hands and the head groom. Catherine looked on, shouting out encouragement and pointers from the sturdy wooden fence she leaned on.

When mom saw Kate, she smiled and strolled across to greet us.

“Hi you two, I’ve missed you both.”

She had a big hug and kiss on the cheek for each of us. I’d become part of the family quickly and felt slightly guilty, feeling I had abandoned my own.

“You’re both early.”

“We made a day of it, had lunch on the way, and then a walk around the estate.”

“Your estate.”

Catherine corrected her daughter, pressing home her desperate need for Kate to succeed her dad in every way.

“Our home, mom. Everyone’s.”

“Yes, dear, it’s home to all of us, but it’s your estate. Daddy provided for Claire and me generously, but he knew only you could take proper care of his company and the family estate he loved so much. It’s your time now, you’re the lady of the manor now.”

“It still feels wrong, though. Dad loved this place. He moulded it and shaped an empire.”

“And now the Emperor is dead, leaving the job to you. Look at what those bastards at GD did when he became sick. The same will happen here if you don’t put your mark down and set a standard for everyone to achieve.”

“I won’t allow that to happen.”

Kate was determined, but I knew she was having a problem assuming ownership of an empire she felt was built by her father. Catherine was unrelenting.

“You’re a billionaire now, Kate. In cash and much more than that in assets. Acknowledge your place in the family story. Kicking those lazy fuckers in the office was a perfect start, but you need to keep that momentum going and turnaround the business your father built.”

Catherine sure knew how to press her daughter’s buttons and I could see irritability flicker in my girlfriend’s expression.

“It won’t be a problem, mom. Jacob and I have a plan, and we’ve made a great start.”

She smiled sweetly at me, so I nodded my agreement. I knew that Kate would succeed.

Catherine looked relieved because she believed in her eldest daughter and desperately wanted her husband’s legacy to be secure. Before we drifted away, she took Kate by the hand with a big grin.

“Oh, I saw the contractors come and go all week, so I sneaked a peek yesterday and I thoroughly approve of what you’ve done.”

She winked at me, smiling mischievously.

“You’re going to be well looked after, Jacob.”

“We’d better look for ourselves.”

Kate was surprisingly excitedly when she took my hand and set off towards the house at a blistering pace, almost dragging me off my feet in her enthusiasm.

We climbed the stairs hurriedly to the top floor and the first thing I noticed was a new door to Kate’s bedroom.

“That’s new and very heavy.”

“It’s for soundproofing, Jacob.”

When she unlocked the door and we wandered inside, I saw that her room was transformed.

Her bedroom was gone, and instead it had become the lobby of a large apartment. There was a washroom, changing room with storage for coats and shoes, with occasional furniture to sit on to enjoy a coffee and the view from her window.

“They knocked down walls, built new ones, connected rooms and now we have seven and a half thousand square feet in a self-contained wing.”

“It’s beautiful Kate. I love it.”

“It’s the Kate and Jacob wing.”

She danced in the centre of the room, twirling around like a ballerina. I caught her when she pretended to trip and fall, then kissed her.

“This is our place, darling. We have the city apartment, too.”

“I love it.”

“We’ll keep the city apartment and use it whenever we want a change of scene. Come with me and I’ll show you around. I designed everything, but this is my first viewing of their work.”

The bedroom was enormous and had an equally huge ensuite bathroom. The massive grey slate wet-room had multiple jets embedded along one wall with three rain shower heads fixed into the ceiling above. We could shower together entwined or stand side by side.

In another wall of the bedroom there was a door with a short corridor leading to a dressing room for Kate and another for me, both the same size. She had my clothes already hanging up, with shoes set out on shelves. I noticed a pile of five or six lace panties in my size on one shelf.

She tapped her phone, and our bedroom came alive to ‘Mack the Knife’ when Kate transferred Louis into our new home. As we moved from one room to the next, each came alive with all of my favourite jazz singers while the room we’d left fell silent.

“This must have cost a fortune.”

“We deserve to be happy, right? We work hard.”

She was right, and Kate had designed a home fit for royalty and perfect for a couple in love. I noticed four spare bedrooms, freshly painted but with no furniture and felt excited about our future.

We had an expansive living room with amazing views over the estate grounds. The smell of Italian leather would have described our quality furniture even if I were blindfolded. We had a dining room to seat fifteen guests, a library filled with thousands of books and sumptuous leather wing back armchairs to sit in and read. At least four rooms had a coffee machine of some description with capsules if we had a quick shot flavour preference.

“These are daddy’s books, I had them moved in here for us.”

“It’s unbelievable, Kate.”

“Do you think so?”

“Yes, what’s through there?”

I pointed towards a solid steel door set in a wall at the far end of the library. Beside that, a circular, winding steel staircase led up onto the roof, where I assumed we had an open-air patio.

“Come on, I’ll show you.”

She squeezed my hand like a child who’d spotted their Christmas morning tree with a pile of gifts underneath.

“It’s supposed to have fingerprint access, but we can sort that out on Monday.”

She opened the door, and we walked into pitch darkness. I felt I knew what this place was because my senses picked up on it straight away. When she closed the door, architectural lighting throughout the room gently illuminated everywhere in a red hue. The room was an enormous dungeon and on its longest wall she’d had a slogan painted in letters six feet tall.

‘Where Kate Educates Jacob.’

“Do you like it?”

“I love it.”

“We’re going to have so much fun in here and the only two fingerprints that can access this place are yours and mine. The contractors have more soundproofing to complete next week, and then it’s game on.”

“Is that why the apartment’s front door is so heavy?”

“We need privacy, right?”

Kate smiled cheekily and I could see why. She’d designed a massive dungeon with highly polished wooden floorboards. Around the room were pieces of equipment similar to those in her city apartment, but with bigger gaps between.

A long wooden shelf carried a range of thigh high kinky boots with varying length heels and in different colours. I saw spiked collars attached to the wall, chastity cages, handcuffs, strap-on dildos and the butt plug selection she’d already acquainted me with at the apartment.

“You’ve been busy.”

“Designing the place wasn’t so hard, I wrote a general specification and the architects did the rest. They handled my apartment a few years ago.”

“What about all the equipment?”

“Some came from extras at the apartment. I had a courier collect it, and the rest I purchased. I haven’t acquired all the toys and furniture yet, but it’s halfway done. There’s enough here for us to enjoy and for me to deal with you should that be necessary.”

“Are you happy, Kate?”

I wrapped my arm around her shoulder, marvelling at how quickly she’d transformed our quarters and I felt a chill when I studied the number of spikes, whips, floggers and paddles.

“Oh god yeah.”

She curled her arm around my waist and planted the side of her head on my shoulder.

“I’ve never been happier. Although I’m cramping badly right now and it’s making me irritable.”

“I have something for that. Give me five minutes please and wait in the bedroom.”

I ran to my car, dragged out a large holdall from the boot, and sprinted back inside. I took the stairs three at a time and arrived in our bedroom after a four-minute hiatus. Kate stood wistfully at the window, looking out.

“Jump up on the bed on your hands and knees, please.”

She looked at me quizzically, but did as I asked. I opened the holdall and dragged out a large mink coloured heavy but soft bolster cushion, which I slid gently underneath Kate.

“It’s a stomach sleeper, one of many relaxation toys I bought for you this week. Snuggle into that on your knees and pull it into your stomach with your arms pointing towards the front alongside.”

“Oh, that feels lovely, and it moulds to my body shape.”

I went to the wall socket and plugged in a heat pad, stretching its cord until it reached the bed.

“Let me slip this underneath you, please.”

I slid the small square heat blanket under Kate so it wrapped onto the stomach sleeper.

“That will gently warm up and hopefully help you with the cramps.”

Then I got on the bed with my feet planted either side of her, leaned down and massaged Kate’s back gently, rolling her shoulders and neck with my thumbs to release any knots.

“You’re a magician, Jacob, thank you. Can you do my temples as well, please?”

“I have chamomile tea for later.”

Kate dozed off, purring gently into a pleasant slumber.

We rested for a few hours together on the bed. Kate slept soundly on the stomach sleeper, while I lay as close beside her as possible. When she woke, I did too, and we stretched out on the duvet.

“I feel much better, Jacob.”

“Glad to be of service.”

We showered, changed into casual clothing for dinner and then joined the family. Tiffany and Claire were in good spirits and seemed to have become the best of friends.

Catherine looked exhausted, and I resolved to see if I might help take up some of her strain with the estate.

“How are you enjoying it here, Tiffany?”

Kate addressed Tiffany having made sure they were seated together at the dining table with me on the other side of my girlfriend.

“It’s amazing, I’ve ridden all the horses this week except Beauty. I can’t tell you how grateful I am to you, and your mother. Sorry… Mistress Granger.”

Kate almost spat out the drink she sipped in surprise.

“Mistress Granger?”

“Oh, yes, she said you’d understand what it meant.”

Tiffany leaned into Kate, whispering, and I could barely make her out, which totally pissed me off.

“I believe I understand, but why don’t you explain to me what it means to you?”

“I feed the horses at 5AM, then I run three miles before breakfast. I do dressage all morning and then, after we eat, I go hacking with my Mistress… err, your mother for a couple of hours in the afternoon. After that I muck out, groom, and feed the horses. When I’ve showered, I go for a walk with your mother and we talk.”

“What do you discuss?”

“Mostly your mother tells me how well I’m doing, how pleased she is, what she wants me to do in the evening and for the following day.”

“That doesn’t explain why you’re calling my mother your Mistress.”

“Um, well, err… you know?”

“I’m pretty sure I do, but I’d rather you told me.” Kate smiled encouragingly and with no trace of judgement.

“After dinner I read for my Mistress for an hour and then I go OTK.”

She whispered, accentuating the final three letters, nodding as though Kate must read between the lines. Tiffany was wholly unsure of herself for the first time in the conversation, and blushing brightly. I stifled a laugh and squeezed Kate’s hand tightly. She squeezed mine back.

“You go Over The Knee?”

Kate flashed a look at Catherine, who leered, knowing exactly what Tiffany was explaining.

“Umm, yes, she said you wouldn’t mind.”

Tiffany looked terrified, because she was in uncharted territory.

“I hope it’s okay.”

Her eyes pleaded with Kate for it to be okay.

“Of course it’s okay. It’s up to you entirely. I’m glad my mother could help you and I’m really pleased that you feel better. I don’t mind at all if mother spanks you as long as you enjoy and consent to it.”

Kate stroked Tiffany’s cheek gently with two fingers, glad to give the approval that the wayward young woman wanted.

“I wasn’t sure the first time when she offered to help me in that way, but my Mistress took her time to explain everything, and when I agreed, she showed me her hairbrush. I was in my negligee with panties on and I’d only just had a shower. Your mother brushed my hair while she sat on the bed and I was in front of her, cross-legged, on the floor.”

I was getting hard and didn’t want Kate to know. The thought of a gorgeous older woman spanking the backside of an unruly beautiful twenty something year old was more than my sexual constitution could handle. Within a minute, my cock felt stiff, and I was terrified because I promised that wouldn’t happen while Kate had her period.

“What happened next?”

“My Mistress asked how I felt and if there was anything on my mind. I explained the guilt that I felt because of so much poor behaviour and for such a long time. I’ve felt like a new person here, Kate, as if you’ve given me a fresh start, but I couldn’t shift the awful things I’ve done from my mind.”

“And mother had a solution, I assume.”

Kate grinned at Catherine, knowing where this was going, as did my cock. She slid a hand across my thigh and into my lap, gripping my shaft perfectly. She knew I was hard and smiled affectionately at me.

A dinner gong sounded and staff flooded the room with serving dishes. Kate stopped her interrogation.

“Let’s enjoy dinner and then you tell me all about it, Tiffany.”

“Yes, Kate.”

“Good girl.”

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