CHAPTER 1
It had not been a good day for me. First, I was late serving dinner. Then, Kitten dropped
a pile of plates on the way out of the kitchen, smashing the lot--and wasting four
people`s food. He would not be pleased--and I was later summoned to see him. Master was
embarrassed by our actions. I felt my stomach knotting as I knocked on his study door and
peeked in. "Master, you wanted to see me?"
"Yes, baby. Can you think why?"
I entered the room and stood in front of his desk. "Master, I`m really sorry about
the dinner being late and the plates," I started. "It`s just ... as Kitten was
coming out of the kitchen, one of your friends almost walked into her, and she had to
swerve to avoid him. And..."
"Baby, excuses?"
"Yes, I know, but it was an accident. It`s the first time it`s ever happened."
"Well ... And was there something else you needed to talk to me about?"
"Err ... I know I was a bit late getting the dinner out, but the produce man got
caught in traffic--I couldn`t help it."
Slamming his fist on the desk, I jumped as he said, "I`m not interested in the
produce man. All I know is that you were responsible for this party, and the dinner was
late. How you were to achieve that was your problem--so long as you got it there on
time."
"Yes, Master, I understand. But it is the first time I`ve been late."
Placing both hands on his desk he rose saying, "And I hope for your sake it`s the
last."
He moved out from behind the desk and walked toward me, "Listen to me, Baby. I pride
myself on running a tight ship here." Master took me in his arms. "All I wanted
was to have a simple party with good food. I wanted to show off both you and Kitten."
Holding me close he whispered, "And slovenliness isn`t part of the game plan. Do you
understand me?"
"Yes, Master." I was trembling so hard, I bit my bottom lip so my teeth
wouldn`t chatter.
"Right. Well, I think I`ve made myself understood. Now, there`s work to do--my
friends are still here, so get about your duties. And I hope it won`t be necessary for us
to have a little chat like this again."
"Yes, Master. I`m sorry. Thank you, Master."
He kissed me on the nose and shooed me out the door.
I was very upset. I wanted to satisfy Master`s friends` senses. I couldn`t think of worse
things to happen on our first party. Of course, he was upset too. After all, the whole
idea of this party was to introduce Kitten and me to his friends. He had mapped out
everything including what Kitten and I were to wear: trying to make Kitten look like an
upstairs French maid, her slim, blonde body in that short black dress was playing on my
senses, as I know it was teasing Master`s friends. Like her I was nervous--there was
almost something surreal about it. She was turning out to be good company. Quite a few
times tonight we brushed against each other, giving each other strength.
We both wanted Master to be proud of us. Still, seeing him like that made me feel like a
naughty thirteen-year-old. I hoped I would be able to keep things running smoothly--at
least until they left, so he wouldn`t be disappointed in us again this evening.
Dinner, once served, went fairly smoothly. There was one difficult couple, but I felt I
handled them well. We managed to get through serving desserts to them, although rather
absent-mindedly. My heart wasn`t in it any longer. I just wanted them to go home.
Everything seemed to be going along well until the last of his friends were there, six of
them. All had known Master for fifteen years or thereabouts, were smartly dressed, and
obviously a little intoxicated. Nothing seemed quite right for them. One of them had an
empty glass, another didn`t like the music, they wanted Kitten and me to dance for them,
and they spoke to us as if we were servants.
The final straw to the evening was when Kitten brought out fresh drinks. I knew six was
too much on one tray for her, but she laughed and said she could handle it. As she got to
the table, she lost her balance, and the whole lot went tumbling down. If it had just
fallen on the floor, it might have been okay, but the drinks went all over one of one of
the guests--into his lap. He screamed out--it must have been quite cold--and chaos ensued.
He started shouting at her. I ran out trying to calm them down, trying to dry off the
drink, and apologizing, then they stormed out. "We`d get better service than this in
a diner," they shouted. Both Kitten and I stood like statues as they stopped to talk
to Master before they left. We were quite shaken and as the door closed I felt Kitten
holding my hand.
Finally the last of the dishes were cleaned and put away, and I was able to leave the
kitchen. I started slipping out of my dress as I moved down the hall. I heard Master
behind me and he helped me pull it over my head, then I heard him say, "Baby, I want
to see you again in my study, now! And I warn you--I am in a foul mood, so watch
out!"
Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. I was in trouble now. What would he do to me? I
reached for the door handle and waited until I was told to enter. I went in, nervously,
holding the door for him.
"Shut the door. Well, baby, take position." Master waived at the chair in
middle of the room.
I quickly moved to stand slightly in front of the chair, back straight, legs spread wide,
arms at side, head held high, eyes lowered to the floor.
Master took his seat and ran his finger down my stomach. My stomach muscles rippled along
with his touch.
"Now for our little talk, Baby."
"Sorry, Master, that the party was ruined. I`ve let you down bad." I dropped my
chin to my chest.
"You promised it wouldn`t happen again. Then I have to listen to my friends being
irate about your and Kitten`s incompetence. It will cost me to have those clothes
cleaned."
"I`m really sorry it turned out to be a bad day."
"Well, `I`m sorry` isn`t good enough." He grasped my wrist in his hand.
"No, Sir, it`s not." Half of me wanted to run and hide. I could feel the tears
gathering.
Clearing his throat, he added, "There`s the other matter."
My gaze shot to his face, a sad smile crossed his features.
"What`s that?"
"What do you mean, `what`s that?` Why don`t you think about it a moment?"
Silence. What could he mean? "I`m sorry, I really don`t know."
He squeezed my wrist tighter. "Playing with Kitten in the kitchen, Baby."
I was trying to blink back tears, both from the pain in my wrist and in my heart.
"Master? That`s nonsense. We..."
"Are you saying my friend lied to me? How odd. They`re normally so truthful."
"Oh." My butterflies were flapping a mile a minute when it hit me.
The stone face lady who had come into the kitchen when I had been drying Kitten`s tears.
She caught us kissing with our hands on each other`s pussy as Master had instructed.
Thinking to play it off like it was nothing, I said, "That`s all right, Master. I had
just slipped my hand into Kitten`s pussy when one of your friends walked into the kitchen.
I was just trying to calm her."
"And you think I should just let it go?"
"But ... but it`s the truth, Master! Why would I lie about that?"
"I thought I specifically told you both to behave tonight? Maybe you wanted to test
me?" I was pulled down to my knees.
"No, Master, that`s not fair..."
"I think I`m the judge of what`s fair around here."
"But that`s ... we didn`t do anything Master. It was habit, and a mistake."
"Excuses again, Baby, I`ve no doubt."
"No!"
Master paused, and looked down at me, leaned forward, and in a low voice asked,
"What do you suggest?"
"Whatever, Sir."
He looked unconvinced.
"Well, Sir, I don`t know what else..." I was becoming desperate, more tearful.
"How would you punish me for embarrassing you in front of your friends, I
wonder...?"
"Never, Master! You never would embarrass me. I don`t know what my punishment should
be, Master." Our eyes locked and I know a look of puzzlement had crossed my face and
a horrible thought occurred to me. "You don`t mean..." I whispered.
Master`s voice startled me from my thoughts. "Put your hands behind your head and
interlace your fingers. Don`t you dare lower your hands until I say so. Good. Now spread
your legs." He moved his foot between my knees as I hastened to comply with his
commands. I well remembered the consequences of disobedience, even of delay.
"Wider," he said as I knelt in front of him, my heat just inches off the floor,
naked, vulnerable, open and trembling with fear and with desire.
I knew that, between my gaping thighs, my moistness betrayed my true feelings about my
punishment. I could, in my shame, feel the small trickle of dampness slowly creep down the
soft flesh of my inner thigh.
I could smell the faint, but distinctive, odor of my arousal and I closed my eyes. I was
mortified when I felt his index finger touch that trickle of dampness and he simply
stated, "You love this, you know".
I blushed furiously at his truthful declaration, then gasped as that index finger slowly,
tantalizingly moved further up my quivering flesh. When it reached my engorged, open and
soaking wet pussy lips, it lovingly traced the outline of the outer folds of skin.
Struggling to obey his earlier injunction to keep my legs wide apart, I shuddered with
soaring lust. When his finger touched my clit, roughly rubbing it back and forth in my
juices, I moaned deeply in my throat, almost a cat-like growl, and began to shake
uncontrollably. My breath quickened and became shallower. My hips thrust forward, trying
shamelessly to impale itself on the intruding finger. I groaned with frustration as he
ceased touching of my most intimate places.
Master stopped abruptly and sat back in his chair. "Lay across my lap, Baby." I
moved as if in a trace, my body lethargic from the heat in my core. Moving to lie cross
his lap with my (what you had loving called creamy white) buttocks in the air, he ran his
hands over both cheeks and pressed me down harder on his waiting thighs. My nipples
hardened on contact with his rough wool pants. Tiny tremors shook my body.
Smack! His hand rejoined my bare bottom on the right cheek, smack in the middle at the
fleshiest and most sensitive portion. I shrieked with surprise and sudden, agony. My
shriek was cut short by a rapid succession of very hard, well-placed blows.
As the pain in my tortured bottom bloomed like a solar flare, I struggled with all my
strength, trying to free myself, trying to flee from my just deserts. My muscles tensed as
I strained against his hold on my arm and across my knees. The solidity of his strength
mocked my puny efforts and his hand continued its inexorable rise and fall against my bare
bottom. The pain continued to blossom and grow with each smack until my bottom was a
seething mass of raw, pulsating nerve-endings, each transmitting its horrible message of
pain to my brain. My whole consciousness was concentrated on my bottom, my poor, naked,
martyred keester. I gave in to the inevitable, resigned myself to my fate and burst into
heartrending sobs. His hand continued its work. Finally, after I was near hysteria from
the pain and the overwhelming feelings of helplessness, he stopped. In fact, it had
stopped some time before that fact registered in my consciousness. I first realized it had
stopped when I felt his hard, rough hand against my swollen bottom, rubbing it gently.
Slowly, as my sobbing subsided, I felt the furnace-like heat increasing again in my
pussy. I unconsciously parted my thighs and begin to thrust up my hips and bottom to
increase the pressure of his touch. This strengthened touch increased the pain in my
bottom while inflaming the lust in my pussy. I felt his hand slip off my buttocks and
insinuate itself between my slightly parted thighs, pushing them further apart. Gasping, I
opened my thighs widely, thrusting my pussy against his hand and breathed a long,
shuddering, "Yeeeessss! Please!"
Master found my vagina totally open to his fingers. It was sopping wet, and as scorched
as an open flame. My pussy seemed to suck his fingers into it as if it had a life of its
own. My hips were bucking and pumping furiously against his hand, desperate with need. I
pushed his thumb deeply inside of me as he grasped my clit between two of his fingertips
and moved it back and forth like a toy joy-button.
I shrieked again begging to be allowed to cum. "Yes, Baby, cum for me." I let
out a low moan, this time with unbridled pleasure and lust as I began to climax, a long,
deep, profound orgasm, which momentarily, allowed me to forget the pain and humiliation I
had just endured. "I love you," he said, "that`s why I must punish you this
way when you need it."
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