Paul didn’t look pleased. “Andrew called me today and asked me to drop in on you and make
sure you weren’t slipping in his absence. I can’t say I’m impressed.”
“But-”
“Get on your knees and serve me properly.”
On my knees? I swallowed wondering if he was taking advantage of me. Paul had never
spoken to me like that before, but Andrew was always here. Is this right? Is this what
happens when he’s not around? As gracefully as I could, I slipped to my knees, keeping
them tightly together and bowing my head, offering the tray to Paul. On the inside I was
going crazy. I wanted to ask if I could go change, but it didn’t seem right. Maybe he
wouldn’t be staying?
“Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.” By now I was on autopilot.
“Better,” he said, taking his glass. “Now, relax and enjoy your drink.”
“Thank you, Sir.” I sat back on my heels and placed the tray beside me. Pulling my robe
together and holding it, I picked up my glass and sipped at the strong vodka. Andrew told
me Paul might be dropping in, but I wasn’t expecting this. What’s going on? Is Paul
allowed to treat me like this? Or ... or ... gosh what IS he allowed to do to me?
“Are you alright Dominique?”
“Yes Sir,” I said, unconvincingly. “I-I’ve just been busy doing um, housework this
evening and I’m a little tired.” I blushed as Paul’s gaze intensified. He knew I lied
straight away.
“Don’t lie to me,” he said evenly. “What have you been doing? I see you dressed in a
robe with clearly nothing underneath. Why are you so nervous? Is there someone else
here?”
I was completely taken aback. I thought he was going to accuse me of masturbating, not
cheating on my Master. God! “Anyone else! Sir, there is no way I would-”
“Answer me!”
“I-I’m alone, Sir. I-I promise. I was um, masturbating when you arrived. That’s why
I’m not properly dressed.” I burnt with shame at my admission. What possessed me to
confess to him? He wasn’t my Master! Gathering some composure, I kneeled up straight and
pushed my shoulders back, trying desperately to keep control. “Sir, I am very pleased you
looked in on me, and as you can see I am perfectly fine on my own. But thank you for
dropping by.”
“Are you trying to get rid of me, Dominique?”
“Um, no, Sir. I just meant if you were busy or if you had somewhere else ...”
As I was talking, I looked up and saw my words were not having their desired effect. His
chiselled features seemed to harden further as I spoke, and my words died a lonely death.
It was silent for a long moment before Paul spoke again. “Do you expect me to report ‘all
is well’ when you have greeted me at the door half dressed, chose to offer me a drink in a
manner unbecoming, and you lied and became evasive when questioned?” I gasped, my hand
covering my mouth. Now I was really ashamed. God, Andrew will be so annoyed. “Stop
hesitating!”
“N-No, Sir. I wouldn’t expect a good report, Sir.” More silence.
“Well, Dominique, I propose we ensure that you are properly disciplined right now, to
ensure some continuity for you while Andrew is out of town.” I gulped. He didn’t mean
... “Where is your paddle, Dominique?”
“Um, p-paddle Sir?” I blurted. “You don’t actually intend to paddle me without Andrew
being present, do you? I mean ... I don’t know if ...”
“Dominique.”
“Y-Yes, Sir?”
“If Andrew was present, I doubt it would be me paddling you. When I said Andrew called
me to look in on you, I assure you he also gave me very clear instructions as to how to
deal with. He has given me free rein, Dominique, completely free rein. Perhaps you would
like to call him and question him yourself?” he asked, arching an eyebrow.
I knew Paul was one of Andrew’s best friends and I’d been warned he was coming over and
that I was to do as I was told. Andrew would be angry if I called, wouldn’t he? I had to
trust Paul, didn’t I? Besides, if I was good, maybe I could defuse the situation.
Holding my shaking hands still, I smiled as sweetly as I could and said, “Sir, I am very
sorry for doubting you. I promise I will not question you or hesitate again, if it is my
Master’s wish.”
“Very good Dominique, I am pleased to hear that. Now where is that fucking paddle?”
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