I woke to the unfamiliar feeling of another person's arm draped over my shoulder, the feeling of soft warm skin pressing against my back. For a moment I thought it was Jeff, but just before I turned round to give him a proper good morning, I remembered. Jenny. The caning, the sex, the wine, the laughter, the tender kisses, then, later, the slow, so slow, coupling.
I slid out of the sheets, padded naked to the bathroom. I stopped off to fill the kettle, put some bread in the toaster. 'You should see your backside.' Jenny was sitting up in bed, hair impossibly tousled, arms round her knees. She looked happy, and sexy.
'I bet yours is just as bad,' I said, shrugging on my dressing gown. 'Kettle's on. Tea or coffee?'
I made tea and a big plate of toast and butter. For some reason we were both ravenous. 'Well, what happens now?' asked Jenny.
I shrugged. 'No idea. This is new for me too. Personally, and not to seem in any way unfriendly, I'd quite like some time to come to terms with things. We had a great time last night, but I think I need to take some time out to work out my feelings. That sound mad to you, or not?'
Jenny looked serious. 'Not. I think you're probably right. I'll have a shower and then head home. I need to get some fresh clothes anyway.' She smiled. 'If we're going to make a thing of this I'll need to start carrying an overnight bag in the boot.' She climbed across the bed and kissed me on the mouth, transferring toast crumbs in the process, and kept going towards the bathroom. Her slim body looked great naked, and her heart-shaped derriere was striped, and an interesting light red colour. I waited for the reaction as she inspected herself in the mirrored wall of the shower. I wasn't disappointed. An ear-piercing shriek, then 'My god! Look at my fucking ass! You're a beast, Laura!'
After Jenny had gone home I sat at my desk, my favourite thinking place. Last night had been an awakening for me. And for Jenny? I realised I didn't know my old friend as well as I thought. And what about Jeff? Where did he fit in now? How was I going to divide my time between them? It was his gym, after all. All the whips, canes, paddles and other fantastic toys were his. I sipped my coffee, sighed, and opened the laptop.
An email from Jeff. Probably about the shenanigans in his gym last night. I stopped. Had he any idea? Maybe he'd had a sly peep through the door. From the gym came the faint sound of weights moving up and down. He was there now, I could go down and ask him. The email had one word in the subject, Gymcam. The body of the email only had a link, which opened a separate window, showing Jeff, working away in the gym. He stopped for a breather. The noise from downstairs stopped too. The penny dropped - this was a live feed video link from the gym! Then the full realisation hit me. I looked at the date of the email. Two days ago. It was active when Jenny and I...
The window had a history tab. The drop down menu offered two dates, on Friday and Saturday. Heart in mouth, I clicked on Friday's. Jeff on the weights machine. Boring. I found a fast forward button, and soon I saw myself racing past him, touching his arm on the way to the cross trainer. I slowed the image down to normal speed. I looked good, even if I did say so myself. The camera angle got both of us, and I could see that Jeff didn't take his eyes off my backside. I sped forward, saw Jeff pick up a cane from under a towel, steal behind me a bring it down across the tight lycra. My hands went straight to my backside. I could almost feel the stroke again, watching it. I sat through the next five minutes of footage, watching with a growing sense of detachment. It felt a bit grubby, somehow, like watching porn. Our mutual orgasm was interesting, I'd never seen myself come before.
I didn't click on Saturday's feed straight away. I suppose I was scared of what I might see. I sat back and considered. Presumably Jeff had already looked at Jenny and me in the gym. It felt like a huge invasion of privacy. It WAS a huge invasion of privacy. I could feel anger growing in a tight knot inside me. I stabbed the link, and there we were, opening the cabinet. Jenny taking the slipper down, putting it back, picking up a cane. Taking off her jeans. The black silk knickers. The first stroke of the cane, across the tight silk. Jenny leaping to her feet, hands to her stinging rear. I heard myself, loud and clear, 'Jenny, your punishment will begin now.' I watched every stroke, then the aftermath, then Jenny caning me. I saw the red marks appear on my own backside. It gave me, despite my anger, a thrill. I watched us kissing, watched myself leading Jenny upstairs, almost expecting the camera to follow us to my bed. It didn't, of course. Jeff hadn't put a camera in my room. Yet. Or one he's given me a link to. I scanned the room. Nothing. If there had been, he would be dead. As it was... I sat back, giving myself time to think.
My fury had died down to white hot anger and hurt that he had done this without telling me. What should I do? How could, or should, I tell Jenny? I had to have it out with him.
He was on his feet, wiping his neck with a towel when I threw the door open. I could see from his eyes that he knew what was coming.