“I know. I’m sorry, Sir. I’ll be a good girl, I promise.”
Garrett nodded at her. “You’re already a good girl. Up you go.” With a hand at her mound he hoisted her over the back of the couch, his touch intimate even if it was just to get her where she belonged. She was sure he had her juices on his hand; between his seed and her arousal, she dripped with need and satisfaction.
“Normally, I would give you a warm up, but not tonight. Not for these infractions which means you may end up with some bruising. I’ll keep that to a minimum though. I’m very careful and exacting — you can trust me. Now, a few things will always occur as part of a punishment. You’ll tell me what you did to deserve this punishment. Then you’ll ask me for your punishment, stating the implement when you ask. Understand?” He patted her hip affectionately.
“Yes, Sir. I understand.”
He continued, “After the punishment, you’ll be required to stand in the corner. When you come back you’ll recite why you were punished, and kneel looking up at me requesting forgiveness. Most sessions you’ll be required to suck my cock as part of your restitution. Tonight, since this is your first punishment and your first punishment with the belt, we’ll forego that part. Do you have any questions?”
While he waited for her to answer, he spread her legs apart and pushed her forward. He grazed his finger at the seam of her sex and lightly flicked her clit a few times, just enough to get her wiggling.
“No, Sir.” Her own breathing sounded shallow and quick even to her own ears. It embarrassed her to have her ass raised so high above her head, to feel his fingers intimately touching her, knowing he would be looking at her sex and bottom hole.
“Okay, tell me why you’re being punished.” He patted her bottom lightly with the belt.
“I yelled at you in anger, I snapped my fingers, and I called you a pompous, arrogant ass, Sir.” Embarrassment overwhelmed her and in response to it, she couldn’t help but wriggle her hips.
“Yes, you did. You won’t do those again, I promise you, girl. Now ask me for your punishment.”I’m sorry, Sir. Spank me for my disobedience with your b-belt, Sir, until you feel I’m forgiven.” Her voice broke at the end, a sob catching in her throat. She’d never been required to ask for a punishment before. The humiliation of the act caught her by surprise. She actually felt remorseful before the punishment, which had never happened to her before.
“Now, we begin.” His low voice had a thickness to it, firm and authoritative.
A line of fire swept across her bottom, stealing her breath. She gripped the cushions of the couch in her hand. It surprised her how much it actually did hurt. She’d read that it felt like fire, and she had to agree. Two, three, four and five all quickly followed. By the fifth one, she was reaching back with her arm, trying to cover her bottom.
“Uh-uh, put that hand back down. If I see a hand coming back again, you’ll receive extra lashes. There’s nothing worse than being told it’s over and then hearing, ‘oh that’s right, you have five more.’ You don’t want that sweetheart, trust me. Keep your hands down.”
“Yes, S-sir. But it hurts so bad. It just h-hurts!”
“Then I’m doing my job well. Eyes forward and keep your feet down. We shall continue.” The deep rumble of his voice traveled over her, making her shiver.
Garrett laid down lash after lash of the belt from the crest of her bottom to mid thigh. Her grunts and groans of pain quickly progressed into yelps and screeches of pain. Her bare bottom had never felt so punished. She rocked her hips on the edge of the couch, trying to avoid the strap, but there was no place to go.
He stopped whipping her and his low voice broke into her reverie. “Do you think you’ll snap your fingers at me ever again?”
“No, Sir. I w-won’t do it again. I p-promise!” Now that she had a reprieve, she swiped the tears from her face with trembling fingers.
“Do you think you’ll call me a pompous, arrogant ass again?” He rubbed his normally smooth hands over her injured flesh, except now they felt rough and harsh. And yet, they were cool on her fiery bottom. She wiggled, trying to avoid his touch, but to no avail.
“No, Sir. I’ll never c-call you names again. I promise, S-sir!”
“Mmmm, there seem to be a lot of promises occurring. Is that because you really mean it, or because you don’t like my belt?” He patted her bottom lightly, chuckling. “I wonder.”
“No. I mean it. I do.”
“Well, let’s be sure. Ten more swipes of my lovely ‘minder’ here ought to seal the deal, I’m thinking.”
The last ten came quickly. Most of the stripes were focused on the underside of her backside and on her upper thighs. Finally, the strokes stopped, but she was sobbing so hard, she wasn’t even aware her punishment had come to an end.
It wasn’t until she’d felt his hands rubbing her back and bottom lightly, that she realized he’d finished. “It’s over,” he whispered. “It’s all over. You were such a good girl.”
She heard the sound of the belt buckle, and it made her bottom clench in reaction. Now she understood the incentive to avoid a belt punishment. She would definitely choose her words carefully to avoid a thrashing with that belt again.
“C’mon, girlie. Let’s get you to the corner so we can talk and cuddle.”
He brought her to an empty corner in her own living room. She wondered if he’d left it empty on purpose when he’d decorated her living quarters. Did he know that he would be punishing her and sending her to that very corner some day? Or was it just habit for him to leave a corner in every room free? She’d have to pay closer attention tomorrow. Maybe all Masters did that?
“Leave a corner free in every room for the disobedient slave.”
Inga reached around to touch her seared bottom.
“Now, I know you know better than that! No one allows a sub who’s in the corner to touch her punished bottom. If you feel you haven’t been punished enough, you let me know. Don’t decide to misbehave — the consequences are a lot worse than you’re bargaining for.”
She quickly put her hands in front of her and stood quietly until it was time for him to call her out of the corner. She’d definitely treat him with more respect after this punishment.
If he was trying to impress her with his skills as a Master, it had worked.
Chapter Seven
Garrett sat on the couch staring that delicious bottom. Perky and bubbly — just as a he liked an ass. Her backside jiggled in such a sensuous way, his cock hardening at the sight. He had resisted the urge to cup her breasts while she was over his knees, every swat sending them swaying and brushing against his left thigh. Even now, she stood flexing her knees, trying to cope with the pain, the movement making her bottom quiver.
Regretfully, he wondered what had possessed him to tell her she didn’t have to suck him off. He would be relieving himself in the shower later that night — again. Although he wanted to watch her for a while longer — a lot longer, actually — it seemed repentant and cuddling would be need to be next on the agenda.
“All right, Missy. Are you ready to come over here?”
She quickly nodded, turning from her corner, her head down, stealing occasional glances his way.
Repentant. A very good sign.
“As we discussed, I want you kneeling at my feet.”
He rose from the couch, crossing his arms across his chest. Annie had told him that she’d always felt so small and intimidated when she’d been told to kneel in front of him staring at those muscled arms.
Inga walked over, seemingly unsure about what she should do with her arms. “Keep those arms at your sides. The humiliation of being naked and open to my view is part of the punishment.”
When she neared him, he dropped his voice and said, “Kneel.”
She gracefully knelt, keeping her head down, the she poise exhibited proving she did indeed have some experience with submission.
“Clasp your arms behind your back.” He waited until she c
omplied. “Tell me why you were spanked and then beg for my forgiveness.”
He kept his arms crossed, widening his stance. “Eyes on me. Start.”
Her gaze slowly lifted, locking with his, her blue eyes swimming with tears. She pulled in a shivery breath. “I’m so sorry. I—”
“Did I ask you for an apology?” He quirked an eyebrow at her.
“N-no, Sir.” She dropped her head again.
“Eyes on me. If I didn’t ask you to do or say something, you don’t do it. You were told to tell me why you were spanked.”
She jerked her head up to make eye contact, her lips quivering as she spoke. “I got spanked for raising my voice in anger at you, Sir. Then I snapped my fingers and called you a ‘pompous ass’, Sir.” Her voice caught twice near the end, but she didn’t break eye contact.
“Correction, my dear. I believe what you actually said was ‘pompous, arrogant ass’, right? Oh, and let’s not forget the Swedish words for ‘stupid asshole.’”
“I’m… Yes, Sir.”
“Good catch, girl. So did you think the spanking was effective? Did it hurt more or less than you thought it would hurt?”
He cupped her chin, wiping away the tears on her cheeks. His cock strained against his jeans, begging for release. Her submissiveness called to his dominance. He wanted to conquer that last bit of resistance in her first.
Visualizing his penis in her mouth with the repentant tears streaming down her face made him want to forego her pleading for forgiveness, and just move to his release — and the final step to her clean slate.
He ran his thumb over her lips, inserting his thumb into her mouth. Without hesitation, she ran her tongue over and around it, sucking and pulling on it. He threw his head back, a spontaneous growl rising from his throat as he closed his eyes for a moment. Slowly exhaling through his nose, he then took in a cleansing breath, gathering his resolve to move forward with the last steps of her absolution.
“It hurt much more than I thought it would,” she said. “Yes, I feel it will be… very effective. I won’t do any of those things again.”
“We’ll see about that in the upcoming weeks. Effectiveness is proven over time. I want to hear you ask for forgiveness now.”
The tears welled up in her eyes again. She definitely was feeling remorseful.
“I’m so sorry, Sir. I shouldn’t have talked to you that way. I know better. Snapping my fingers at you was”—she paused pulling in a stuttering breath—”as a submissive I should know how to control my emotions and behavior. You’re right. I’m out of practice and require retraining. I’m asking — no, I’m begging — for your forgiveness. Please, Sir, accept my apology and take me on as a submissive in training.”
Speechless. He found himself actually speechless. She spoke the apology with such sincerity, he needed to get his bearings. She submitted beautifully. When she’d called him those names, her anger was a stark contradiction of her professed submissiveness. But after this apology and begging for forgiveness, she had convinced him that she actually had been familiar with what submission actually meant.
Still, he’d despite the great lengths he’d need to go to order to drive the point home, he knew it would be worth the effort.
He ran his hand over her hair, wiping a tear from her cheek with his thumb. “Beautiful, Inga. Just beautiful. I feel like I need to apologize to you. You were right. You know how to submit, and I’ll definitely take you on as a submissive and slave in training. With some discipline, rules, and punishment, I’m sure your need to serve can be deepened — and your behavior improved. I’m still not sure if you’re ready to make the transition to slave yet, but I’m willing to see where this leads.”
“With all respect, Sir, I’ll prove you wrong. I’m ready. It’s something I’ve wanted for a while now, and I don’t want to miss this opportunity.”
“You’re bordering on being a bad girl, Inga. You should not challenge to prove me wrong. I have never been very tolerant of a submissive challenging me. It’s a rare thing for a Master to allow a slave to challenge him though. But, on the other hand, I’ve never been a stern Master, and because you’re just getting your ‘sea legs’ again, we won’t hold you to a slave’s standards just yet.”
Instead of smiling or looking pleased though, she frowned. She furrowed her eyebrows, her bottom lip slightly protruding into an absolutely adorable pout.
“Don’t push me, little girl. I’m being kind by dropping the standards. There’s nothing to be upset about. If you’d like, I can paddle your bottom some more, but your backside looks like it’s had enough for one day.”
“No, I don’t want any more, Sir.”
“That’s what I thought. Let’s get you into bed. Morning will be here before we know it.”
He wrapped a hand around her firm and toned upper arm, but she resisted being pulled up.
“Sir, let me service you. You said that under normal conditions, as a slave, I’d be required to suck your cock as restitution for my misbehavior. Let me suck you off, please.”
His dick hardened almost instantly at those words.
Down boy! Not tonight!
“Inga. So kind and so sweet.” He pet her silky hair, tucking a lock of it behind her ear. “Not tonight. I told you, this is your first punishment and your first belting. We’ll deal with you sucking me off on another night. You have my complete forgiveness, regardless of the fact that I haven’t cum down your throat.”
He chuckled, helping her to stand and pulling her into his arms. She fit comfortably and nicely in his embrace.
Too nicely.
He cupped her head, pulling her close and kissing her brow. He took a deep breath, savoring the clean scent of her hair. Her bottom was warm under his roving hand. He squeezed her punished flesh, drawing a quiet gasp from her lips.
“Your backside will be sore tomorrow too. I’m thinking you won’t be snapping your fingers again anytime soon. The sound of snapping fingers anywhere from now on will probably set your bottom to tingling.” He couldn’t help succumbing to a laugh. “I still can’t believe you snapped your fingers. What in the world possessed you to do that? I’m positive you were never allowed to do that with your former Dom. I can’t think of any Dom that would allow that — ever.”
She shrugged against the grip of his arms.. “I don’t know. I kind of have a temper, and you made me mad. I hate when people assume that I can’t do something. People have always seen me as just the girl with the big tits. Or the girl with that awesome ass. Or that nanny that’s so sweet with kids. Or the worst one yet, that dumb blonde. I hate that. So you triggered those feelings when you said that I’m not someone who can be a slave.”
“I believe I said the power exchange was deeper than you were used to — and more than you’re capable of right now. I still believe that, and it has nothing to do with the fact that you’re blonde or have great tits and a great ass — although they are pretty incredible.”
He winked her way, hoping to ease the tension.
When her jaw tightened, he quickly interjected. “Now, wait a minute. I see you gearing up. I don’t mean you can’t. We’ll give it a shot, when I think you’re ready. It’s just that… it’s not for everyone. You got more than a little bit of piss and vinegar to you. That’s not exactly something that goes hand-in-hand with the level of submission that I’d require of my slave.”
“But I’m just out of practice. You’ll see. I’m really very submissive. I promise.” She made up at him with those pleading, puppy dog blue eyes.
“I’m sure, Inga. I saw some of that tonight. We’ll discuss that another time though. Right now, it’s time for the nanny to go to bed. No dawdling, and no trying to distract me, either. Bedtime. Now.”
With a hand at the small of her back, he gave her a gentle push. He couldn’t help but cupped her bottom in his palm, kneading her flesh gently. So soft and silky, yet firm and muscular. The skin dimpled when he squeezed hard. Women hated when their skin dimpled. They would
relax and enjoy life more if they knew how forgiving men were of curves and dimples. At least as far as he was concerned, he’d rather have a woman with some extra weight. A little jiggle just added to the delight.
He let her get a few steps in front of him so he could watch just that — her ass jiggling. And she had a delicious wiggle to her walk indeed. Between her breasts shaking in front of her, and the wiggle of her as, he had to pause a moment, his growing hard-on forcing him to adjust his jeans.
Somehow she knew, looking over her shoulder at him, a blush rising on her cheeks. “Are you staring at my ass?” she asked, her voice almost a whine. “Don’t, please. It’s too big. You think my butt is gross, don’t you?”
“Hey. If we’re training you — which is what you’ve asked for —, then you don’t get to tell me what I can and cannot look at. A slave never tells a Master what he can look at.” He knew he needed to be stern. He had taken her on to be his slave and he knew he needed to exert his will over her it was time to show her that he was in charge and that she was to respond to his commands only. Her needs and desires, although they mattered, they were secondary to responding to his needs. “I want you on your knees, now. Head down. Reach behind you and pull your cheeks apart.”
To her credit, she didn’t say a word. She quietly and gracefully assumed the position and exposed her bottom to his scrutiny.
“You’ll stay in that position until I feel you’re comfortable with my gaze. I’ll be staring at your little hole. You’ll think about the fact that nothing — and I mean nothing — on your body is to be hidden from me. Right down to your little puckered hole.”
He stared down at her beautiful ass and couldn’t believe that he was in the position of dominating another woman. He truly thought that those days were over when his Annie died, but here he was with Inga naked — head down, ass up submitting to him. He loved watching a woman struggle with a humiliating submission exercise and this would be one of those. He would test her this way and see how she responded. He walked around her letting his gaze moving from her ass to her breast, his lust growing as he walked around her.
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