It was an argument that started with the simplest of things, a game of table tennis or Wiff Waff as it was called then. The newly invented game was loved by all; Edward and I were no exception, the children were at school and it was our favourite thing to do, bar one of course.
It was mid afternoon one day in winter, we had gone for a walk in the morning and after lunch we had decided to get out the paddles and play a game. It was one of the rare occasions Edward was beating me, I had a handicap of course as he was weakened by his weak eyes sight and missing hand, it was all light hearted though and he never minded when I won. At least that's what I thought. He scored yet another point and his gloating laugh rang out in the billiard room, we had put away the pool table and replaced it with a normal one.
"Losing your touch are you Janet?"
"No, perhaps I'm letting you win."
"Ha, you wish, admit it my little fairy I'm just too good."
"I could beat you blindfolded, sir"
"Oh could you, you little witch" with that he advanced to my side of the table with a wicked grin and a glint in his eye, one I knew all too well. He picked me up and sat on the table putting me over his knee like a little child and lightly hit my derriere with the wiff waff paddle.
"Naughty girl, that will teach you to be saucy to your master."
"Yes sir, dreadfully sorry sir, but you're going to have to do it harder if you really want me to learn my lesson,"
"Well how hard do you want it to be?" He smirked with a suggestive raise of his eyebrows.
"How hard can you make it?"
He took up the challenge readily.
"Oh, harder sir, I'm really not sure that you're doing it hard enough," But he stopped, and with a thoughtful and slightly shy look in his eye asked,
"Janet, do you think perhaps that you could…. Punish me?"
"What?"
"Well as you know you are mistress of my heart, and well… I think I quite like being dominated by you. You always were a rebellious subordinate, I think we were born into the wrong roles you and I. And quite frankly you are very sexy when you're rebellious; I always loved the idea of an appropriate relationship between a mistress and her naughty student. You are an excellent teacher. I could learn my lessons very quickly with your command."
I have to say that I was, in the least, surprised at this revelation, but I was most certainly open to the idea. It sounded incredibly fun to me.
"Well well well Edward, I think we may just have to experiment with that idea." He picked me up and threw me roughly on to the table, the books we had been using as a net went flying, he lay beside me and placed me on top of him.
"So enchantress, what do you have to teach me today?"
Well let's just say that Edward learns his lessons on very regular occasions, I have always found him to be a very… attentive student. I have to go, Edward is calling for his wiff waff lesson.
A/N: As stated on our profile page, any flames will be saved for the "Burn St. John" campaign