“You never answered my question. I get it if we’re having sex — you want to be the one to make me come and you want me to ask permission. But do I have to follow these rules in my quarters?”
“Well, if I’m in your quarters the rules about how you’re dressed, sitting, and serving me would still apply. But if I’m not present — no matter where you are — you’re not allowed to orgasm. Ever. Questions?”
Her lips drew tight, and she stared at him in silence. He wasn’t going to cave to her pouting though. After all, he had a two year old and a four year old. They were the only ones who pouted in his house, and even then, he still didn’t cave. A grown woman would definitely not get him to cave. She’d find out soon enough that he wasn’t fazed in the least by pouting.
He decided to cajole her a little. “Talk to me, Inga. Tell me what you’re struggling with. What’s the biggest issue for you with this rule?”
She let out an exasperated, dramatic sigh. “I just… I like my toys. And I… it’s hard to say—”
“Just say it. I swear, I don’t think there’s anything that would shock me.”
“I… I like masturbating. It’s nice, and I know how to do it just right. I don’t want to wait for it, and I don’t want to explain to someone how to do it. I like being able to grab my toy and have an… orgasm, and you know, just move on.” She was unable to keep eye contact as she spoke the words.
He didn’t even try to hide his smile though, grinning at her until she lifted her gaze.
“Why are you laughing? Don’t laugh at me!” She started to rise.
“Sit. I’m not laughing at you. I just find it interesting that you like your toys and masturbating because you know how to do it quickly. I’m going to teach you how much you’ll love toys, and how much more pleasurable it is having it take forever to come. You’re going to love it so much more. But I’m going to stress this again — you won’t like the punishment for breaking this rule. You need to remember that the short term pleasure will not be worth it.”
“Yes, Master,” she grumbled. He wondered how seriously she really was taking all of this.
“Thank you for your agreement, Inga. If you break this rule, you’ll be punished. I’ll bring the kids to my mother’s house for the day to give us privacy. I need you to remember that not only will you be paddled, you’ll more than likely be writing lines and enduring orgasm denial for much longer than you’d like it to last. After all, it would be a punishment. I like orgasm denial for pleasure too, but this kind of denial would go way beyond that. I need to be sure you understand how seriously I take this issue.”
“I understand. I just don’t like it very much. Do—”
He tapped his forefinger on the top of her hand. “Master. Please say, Master.”
“I understand, Master. Do I have to like the rules?”
“No, you don’t have to like them, but ideally it’s easier to obey them if you not only understand them, but also agree with them. But your compliance with them is required, regardless of your distaste. Obedience is required, first and foremost.”
“Yes, Master. I’ll obey them, and I understand that there will be punishment for disobedience.”
Garrett took a deep breath lacing his fingers on the table. “Now, this last rule is only required at home — as most of them are. I require that you’re to keep your legs open — you aren’t to cross them or close them at any time if you’re sitting. I want you open to my view and touch at any time. When I look across the room, I love seeing your pussy, even if it’s covered by your panties. If the children are around or we have company, this rule will be suspended. But if I want a peek, I’ll signal you with two fingers pointing downward — like legs standing — and I’ll open my fingers, which means you’re to open your legs. I’ll nod to let you know that it was appreciated, and then you may close them again. Clear?”
“Wait. So, I’m to sit with my legs open like a fladdermus?”
“What? What is a ‘fladdermus’?”
“It’s a… hora — a whore. The translation is something like: ‘A pussy that flies around and fucks anything.’”
Garrett couldn’t hold back his laughter. “That’s hysterical! I think I’m going to be listening carefully when you speak in Swedish. It seems you have some colorful words when your ire is raised.”
He gave her an arch look, expecting a retort from her. When none was offered, he continued. “No. You would not be a fladdermus. But you would be a slave who wants to please her Master. And if her Master enjoys the sight of her pussy or panty-covered pussy, then her satisfaction and happiness is heightened by the gift of giving.”
She stared in silence for a moment, then her eyes went wide. “It would be something a slave does to make her Master happy?”
“Well, every Master is different. But it would make me immensely happy to see your pussy on display for me and me alone. It excites me to think about reaching down to grope that pretty little package while you’re kneeling at my feet.”
“Okay. Yes. I agree then, Master.”
“Thank you. I think that’s it. It’s enough, huh?” Garrett rose from the table, picking up their coffee mugs to put them in the sink.
She rose to follow him. “It seems like a lot. But most of it is just… a deeper level of D/s.”
“That’s exactly it. We’ll take this step-by-step. You’re out of practice, so I’ll be easy on you until I feel you’re up to speed. Then we’ll start punishments for any disobedience. I want you to know that punishments can be anything from orgasm denial, writing lines, corner time, figging, butt plugs, and of course, spankings with or without implements.”
Inga’s pale face looked up to him, and she took a deep breath. “Yes, Master.”
Chapter Nine
She had to do something about this. Her visa would be expiring soon. The letter shook in her hand as she read it once more. She’d received the notification letter before she’d come to America, but in her haste had decided to throw it in her suitcase and forgot about it. Fortunately, she’d cleaned her suitcase out last night and had left the letter on the counter in her kitchen. She only had a few more weeks before her visa expired. But she couldn’t tell him this soon, tell him that she might have to go back home just as the kids had nicely adjusted to her presence. It’d been a month now. A month of organizing and cleaning, getting all their schedules in order. And now this. How could she have missed the deadline? Worst of all, the safe back at home in Sweden had all her paperwork.
She didn’t have time for this, but if she didn’t take the time, she’d be sent home, eventually. Tossing the paper on her table, she turned and made her way to the main quarters. She needed to get back to the children and dinner before it burned. She’d deal with this later.
Garret had informed her last night that her grace period was over for holding her accountable for her behavior — and her submission. She needed to be on her toes now — any infractions would be punishable. He’d just texted that he would be home soon, so she needed to tie up loose ends so she’d be able to greet him at the door in the manner he required.
She had ten minutes to change out of her pants and get into a sundress. She still wore the shorts and tank top she’d put on before she’d gone outside to play in the sandbox with the kids. It was easier to crawl on the ground with shorts on. She knew the rules stated she was supposed to call him or text him asking for permission, but it was only an hour in the shorts.
By the time she’d brought the kids inside and cleaned them up, it had been time to cook dinner. She’d never gotten around to changing out of her shorts.
Starting down the hall to change, she heard a blood-curdling scream from the playroom. Upon entering the room, she found Liam with his little fists full of Madalyn’s raven hair. He pulled with all his strength, his face red with rage. Madalyn continued to scream, flailing her arms at him, trying to beat him off her.
“Hey! Liam, let go now!” Inga pried his fists open one at a time, freeing the
now hysterical Madalyn.
Before Inga could say a word though, Madalyn took over. “Liam Garrett Anderson! Bad boy! You don’t pull hair. Ever!” She stood with her little hands bunched at her hips, looking very much like her father — who was due home any minute.
“Madalyn, sweetheart, I’ll handle this.” Inga stroked her fingers through Madalyn’s hair trying to straighten it. She wiped the tears off the angry girl’s face while a more subdued Liam sat in Inga’s lap. “Tell me, Madalyn, why do you think Liam did this?”
“We were playing with his cars, and having a race, and my car knocked his tower over.” She pointed at the pile of blocks strewn across the floor.
“Madalyn. Look at all those blocks there.” She paused for effect. “How long do you think Liam worked on those blocks? I’m thinking he worked on them for a long time.”
Madalyn stared at the mess for a while, then her voice rose. “But he pulled my hair. Look he has my hair in his hands!” And she began crying again.
“I see that, and I’m going to talk to Liam about that too. But I would like you to apologize for knocking the blocks over. Then I want you to go to the living room to watch TV until I’m done talking to Liam.”
“I’m sorry, Liam. I’ll help you make a building again, okay?” Madalyn rubbed Liam’s arm.
He smiled through his tears. “Okay.”
Madalyn left the room to watch TV. Inga turned Liam in her lap so that he faced her.
“Liam. You don’t pull hair. You hurt Madalyn.”
Liam frowned, his blue eyes so similar to his father’s. He furrowed his eyebrows, pointing at the blocks.
“Yes, I know. Madalyn knocked over your blocks. But you do not pull hair. No! No pulling hair. It’s a no-no.” She stood up, sliding him off her lap onto his feet.. “You’re going to sit on the time-out chair for that. Two minutes. Miss Inga will set the time-out timer.” She placed him in a chair, setting the timer. “No pulling hair. It’s not nice. It is not okay.”
She turned to clean the room up when a voice rumbled behind her.. “It seems someone else here is in trouble.”
“Daddy!” Liam stood, wanting to run to his father.
Garrett halted him. “Uh-uh. You sit down, little boy. You’re in time out for hurting Madalyn.”
Liam furrowed his eyebrows and sat down quietly.
“Oh my God, you scared me. Jidder! Jesus.” She held a hand to her chest. “A squabble occurred between Liam and Madalyn, I had to take care of it. I’m sorry I couldn’t be at the door.”
“I would never expect you to leave the children to be at the door. The children are always first. Always. I’m talking about the disobedient woman wearing shorts.”
He looked down at her shorts, then leaned against the door jam, crossing his arms across his chest. His muscled arms bunched under his white dress shirt.
Jesus, how is a girl supposed to concentrate with arms like that. And he’s wearing a white dress shirt with cuff links too!
She had a decided weakness for cuff links.
“Care to explain yourself? I’m thinking it won’t be as easy to talk your way out of this one, but feel free to try. And what does ‘jidder’ mean?”
She averted her eyes. “Jidder means ‘shit.’”
“I suspected. You know I don’t allow swearing that is directed at me personally. But swearing, in general, doesn’t bother me. I always reserve the right to change my mind though, so avoiding swearing works to your benefit. Right now though, I want you to explain the shorts.”
She wrung her hands trying to figure out how she could convince him she hadn’t disobeyed. “Uhm. Well… I brought the kids outside this afternoon to play with sand.”
“Sand, Daddy!” Liam leapt up and out of his chair waving his hands wildly in excitement.
Garrett pointed at the time out chair and made a motion with his forefinger pointing downward. “Liam. No. Sit down. Yes, you played with sand. We’ll talk about it after time-out.”
Liam to his credit, complied, backing up to his chair and sitting down.
“Okay, bad girl, continue.”
“I’m not a bad girl. I played with the kids. I had to crawl around in the grass. And it would’ve been difficult to do that with a dress on.” She crossed her arms over her chest. Getting angry would not be in her best interest right now, but he was pushing her buttons.
“What are you supposed to do before you put shorts on?”
“I didn’t have time. We were busy and it was only for an hour.”
“Obviously, it wasn’t an hour. What are the rules about this? How long have you had those shorts on? What are you supposed to do before you put them on?”
The timer went off and Liam jumped up, clapping his hands. Inga walked over, shutting it off and kneeling in front of the excited boy. “You don’t pull hair. No pulling hair. It’s not okay. You hurt, Madalyn.”
Liam, nodded his head. “No. No pulling hair. No-no.”
“That’s right. It’s a no-no. Go see sissy and tell her you’re sorry.”
Liam ran to Garrett, hugging him. “Sand. Play with sand, Daddy. Made a castle. So pretty.”
Garrett kissed the top of Liam’s head, rubbing his back while listening to his rendition of the fun they had with sand. “You had fun, huh? Is the castle still outside?”
Liam nodded vigorously. “Yes, Daddy!”
“I’ll go outside to see it soon.” He patted him on the back. “You tell Madalyn you’re sorry. No pulling hair. It’s a no-no. Go see Madalyn.”
Liam toddled off and they were left alone in the playroom. In two long strides, Garrett stood next to her. “Now that the bad boy has left the room, it’s time for the bad girl to get a talking to. I’ll ask for the third time, and for your information, I’m losing my patience waiting for this answer. What are you supposed to do before you put the shorts on?”
“I’m supposed to ask permission. But I—”
“Nope. No excuses. None. In the amount of time it took to walk down the hall, you could’ve texted or called me. You knew what you were supposed to do. You’re testing me, wanting to know where the boundaries are and how I’ll react when a boundary is crossed. Well, my dear, you’ll find out tonight. I don’t set boundaries to have them ignored. To give you something to think about while you wait for your punishment, unzip those shorts and pull down both the shorts and panties.”
“N-now?” She looked toward the hallway. “The kids could come in any second.”
“Master. Say ‘Master.’”
“Master, the kids could come in any second.”
“They won’t. They’re busy watching TV, and if they do, I’ll take care of distracting them. Your job is to obey, no questions asked.”
He was serious. Dead serious. She undid her jean shorts, pulling them and her panties down in one move, widening her legs to keep her clothes from hitting the floor. He bent her over and wrapped his left arm around her waist, wasting no time in swatting her bottom five times — hard.
Her shorts hit the floor as she bent her knees, gasping in pain, the burn blooming across her bottom. How did someone hit this hard with only his hand?
“Oh, God! That hurts.” She rubbed her bottom. “Jävel! Skitsnacket!”
Garrett chuckled. “What did you just say?”
“I said, ‘son of a bitch’ and ‘bullshit’. I’m sorry. But God, you spank so hard!” She continued to rub her bottom.
“Pull your pants up. You’ll have them rubbing on your sore bottom during dinner as a reminder. After the kids are in bed, we’ll deal with your punishment.
She pulled them up, hissing as the fabric scraped over her injured backside.
* * *
Garrett tucked Liam into his crib, then made his way to the kitchen. Time to deal with his naughty nanny.
As soon as he entered the kitchen, he said, “Pull your shorts and panties down to mid-thigh.”
Her eyes widened and she stared at him with a deer-in-the-headlights look.
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nbsp; “Now, Inga.”
She pulled them down and stood with her bare little pussy exposed.
Christ, even her pussy is pretty—small, narrow, and smoothly shaven.
Pretty.
“You’ll stand like this while I lecture you. Spread your legs so your pants stay up, and so I can see your clit peeking through your labia.”
She widened her stance and a pretty blush rose on her pale skin. She looked embarrassed and a little frightened. A great combination.
“I make rules to be followed — followed by the slave in the house. You asked to be trained as a slave. If I remember correctly, you begged me to be trained as a slave. Slaves do as they’re told. It isn’t a difficult rule. You wear dresses with a thong so your bottom is available for discipline or sex” At the mention of her bottom being available his cock stirred. “If you need to wear pants or shorts, you’re to contact me. You didn’t contact me. Didn’t even try to contact me. It’s defiance, pure and simple. Clear-cut. And you deserve punishment for the disobedience. Do you agree?”
The blood drained from her face and with a bit of hesitation she responded. “Yes, Master. I agree. I didn’t call you. I remembered… and I didn’t do it. Didn’t even try. I thought I’d be able to put a dress on before you came home.”
Her nether lips were glistening with the excess of her juices. He needed to distract himself. He adjusted his pants, making room for his growing cock. “So how often have you done this?”
“N-never. I promise. I don’t usually mind wearing dresses.”
“Again, we discussed this before, but let me stress it again. Whether you like the rule or not, you obey it. You obey it because it pleases me. Period. If you disobey, you’re punished. End of story.”
He walked over to the kitchen counter, opening a drawer and pulling out a pad of paper and a pen. “I want you to write lines tonight — after a small spanking. Then when you’re done, you’ll get another small spanking. The spanking isn’t the punishment — writing the lines is the punishment. A sore bottom will keep you focused. You’ll stand at the counter and your bottom will stay exposed. You’ll write: ‘I will obey all the rules whether I like them or not because they please Master.’ Sixty times.”
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