The Book of Jude

By Sadie Stern

Excerpt from The Book of Jude

‘I think I need the loo Sir, could you excuse me.’ She went to stand but his next words stunned her.

‘You have just climaxed haven’t you. Which probably means your panties are wet from your arousal. No doubt you brought a spare pair, so when you return bring me the pair you removed, I wish to inspect them!’ Judy sat open mouthed. She couldn’t believe the words he’d just uttered. She rose and quickly rushed to the sanctuary of a toilet cubicle where after removing her wet knickers and then masturbated. Judy didn’t have long to wait; she had barely started rubbing her index finger over a clitoris before she climaxed and found herself groaning and feeling helpless. She reached down to her bag and withdrew a pair of clean panties, then tearing off toilet tissue she wiped herself dry before completing the task by drying her fingers. She stepped out of the sodden pair lying at her feet, then after replacing them she held then up and examined the thin strip which had soaked up her excitement. She recalled his words, could she hand over what she now had in her hands, then watch as he inspected them as he’d promised. She folded them carefully, ensuring the slippery wet surface wouldn’t transfer to the inside surface of her bag. She flushed the toilet and left, quickly washing her hands before leaving and returning to her guest. Her meal was missing as she went to take her seat.

Judy is 28, married to a man she is convinced is having an affair. She is submissive and when she sees an advert from Andrew, a man seeking women looking to meet a strict older man, she feels compelled to answer it. She receives a reply and is invited for lunch in a prominent city restaurant. Even before she leaves home, she finds herself overwhelmed and aroused sexually and this increases as the meal seated at a table for two progresses. He shocks her with a request but she still complies, then later after returning home she nervously awaits an invitation to take place at his home.

A date and time is set. She arrives late, but this isn’t the only shortcoming that day. She has disobeyed a specific instruction he gave her which she dutifully records in a diary she is told to keep. What follows is a whole day and a night of depraved sexual activity which might shock those of a sensitive disposition. This book isn’t for the faint of heart!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sadie Stern
• Release date: Dec 2, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005027865

Sadie Stern

I'm Sadie Stern and I write short stories and novellas which focus on BDSM, and LGBT themes. I became interested in BDSM in my late teens, with my first experience while I was at university. I write about strong lesbian women because they feature heavily in my life. I've been in the scene in a professional sense and I write freely about my experiences. Please note, all charcters in my books are 18 or over in appropriate situations within each story.You can find all my books and those of other writing colleagues at https://www.texshirebooks.com

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All characters in this publication are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.

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The Book of Jude

One

Judy Davies was seated at her kitchen table. She was staring at the rear door with empty eyes. Her hands were clamped around a cup of steaming coffee as she tried to sort out her scrambled thoughts. She was about to do something rash, or at least take the first steps. She had lain awake all night while her husband slept beside her. She had made an appointment a week earlier and as each day had crept closer, the wisdom of her action was now starting to show the first cracks. Now, having jumped when the alarm clock had gone off, she knew she had to make a choice. Judy had stood in the doorway in her dressing gown as her husband left for work. She had taken the day off, principally to meet a man with whom she had been invited to lunch. She hadn’t told her husband that, in fact he had left, expecting her to get dressed and leave for work soon after. Instead, as she headed to the shower her mind was in turmoil, to get ready for her meeting at 1pm or to lift the phone and cancel.

Judy knew she would only get one shot at this. In a brief email she had been warned the venture she was seeking was awash with time wasters. Meeting for a preliminary discussion about what moving onto the next step meant was often the worst for cancellations or rudely just not turning up at all. To lift the phone meant any hope of fulfilling a long-held yearning would be final. It had taken all her resolve to get this far and she knew she would never get another chance. She ascended the stairs but instead of entering the bathroom she headed back to her bedroom, opened the draw of her bedside table and searched amongst her sanitary towels for the folded sheet of paper which was driving her to her lunchtime meeting.

She opened up the sheet and stared at the headline. A shiver went down her spine as she read the words. It was a shiver which was hard to define, was it excitement, or blood curdling fear? Judy sat, parted her dressing gown and opening her legs she ran an index finger through her vaginal lips. She knew the answer immediately. She read the message again

My name is Andrew and I provide corporal punishment spanking discipline services for ladies / female clients as a professional, mature male dominant disciplinarian, master, mentor, spanking therapist, spanking life coach and authority figure for women.

Judy felt aroused just reading the words. She had no idea why, surely a married woman, happily married up to a point, childless so far but still hoping, shouldn’t be made to feel so unsettled by a single paragraph. But that was the whole point - it had! The whole subject had always interested her but it had only been recently she had researched it more closely. Everyone was going crazy over 50 Shades, a book she hadn’t enjoyed which she had found surprising. For her it didn’t feel real and did such women exist anyway? She knew she did and the ever-returning theme which involved her being punished. Hers was ritualistic, being sent to her room and told to stand in the corner and wait with her hands on her head. To feel the ripple of fear run through her whole body when the man who had sent her opened the door and entered her space. Judy was really aroused now and stripping off her dressing gown she decided the shower could wait, something more pressing was on hand. She lay on her back and lifting her parted legs she started to rub herself.

She looked down at her coffee, the foaming surface had now dissolved into the brown sweet liquid and she realised it had got cold. She was dressed now having climaxed quickly as she imagined strong male hands running over the contours of her plump bottom. She had stood facing a full-length mirror in her bathroom afterwards. She looked down at her neatly trimmed pubis, something else she had recently chosen to adopt, surely her Dom would expect that – wouldn’t he? Then again, would he expect more – no pubic hair at all? More importantly she then turned and looked back at her rear, her eyes tracing down her spine until it reached the split of her buttocks. Judy felt her bum was by far her best asset as she looked at her unblemished cheeks. She had often lain in bed and run her hands over their contours, parting them and seeking deeper with her fingers. Is that what she hoped the man who would spank her would do also? She tried to imagine how she would become naked? She’d be fully dressed initially. Would he ask her to strip before commencing, or perhaps instead he’d spank her over clothing, then raising her skirt or loose dress and continue over her panties? It wouldn’t offer much protection and the sort of panties she wore, to avoid the infamous ‘panti line’, would mean her cheeks would be bare and not offer any protection at all. Then there was the question of pain? What if being spanked hurt more than she’d imagined? Would she cry out in pain, shed the tears for which she was renowned. Judy knew she could cry at the drop of a hat, her husband Mike calling her a drama queen, although he had never spanked her. In fact, nobody had, even as a child she couldn’t even recall a slap around the legs. Why then did she wish this? Judy had self spanked, starting with her hand, it had stung, but then the snag, she was in control? She wanted that control over how hard her bottom was smacked and even what with to be given to someone else. She had hoped Mike, her husband would do the honours, but the penny had never dropped, even when she had deliberately provoked him. Hadn’t she even placed herself naked over his lap and told him she was a naughty girl, but he’d taken that to mean she needed to be treated as a slut and groped! She hadn’t spelt it out, she had let it pass and never tried it again.

It had been two weeks earlier when she did a local Google search, she deliberately specified the city of Bath, which was where she lived. She had inadvertently stumbled over a website in which a Mistress invited men to contact her if they felt in need of discipline. Initially she wondered if that had applied to women also? If it did, the next question was more complex, would it feel the same if a woman punished her instead? She tried to imagine going over a woman’s lap instead? Somehow it didn’t feel quite the same. She looked at the search criteria which had been chosen, its keywords were spanking services for men. She wondered? Could she change the last word and make it spanking services for women? There it was, a man called Andrew who described himself as a mature male dominant disciplinarian. Wasn’t that exactly what she was looking for? She remembered the words used in her initial contact. She knew he would expect formality.

Dear Sir, definitely a capital letter for Sir!

I am a 28-year-old married woman. I