Owning Her: Beautiful Domestic Discipline

by Susan Sass

  To this day I have never hear a silent orgasm be that loud. Leanne's entire body went stiff as a board, her every muscle flexed to the point of cramping. The pressure she put on my fingers in her pussy threatened to cut off circulation as I continued to massage her g-spot through her orgasm. I don't know how long it lasted, it could have been seconds or minutes, time was irrelevant at that point. She just came and came and came until she collapsed across my lap. Every muscle gone completely limp, her entire body completely wasted.

  I let her lay there a moment, then managed to work myself into a position where I could pick her up in the classic princess pose. With her in my arms I walked over to the love seat and sat down gently, letting her down slowly onto my lap. I looked down at her after I'd settled in. She looked so beautiful in my arms, half naked, brutally spanked, exhausted from orgasm, completely vulnerable and, most of all, mine to cherish and protect. I lowered my lips down to her and kissed her softly. She stirred slightly as I broke it off, then opened her eyes. After looking at me for a minute she surprised me by reaching up and grabbing the back of my head, pushing my lips into hers in a hard long passionate kiss that I reluctantly broke off.

  I nibbled on her bottom lip, making her moan, and I felt her melt into my arms, completely at ease. And just when I thought she'd finally drifted off to sleep, she softly mumbled my name. "Chad," she said, her voice hoarse and her eyes still closed.

  "Yes Leanne?"

  Leanne sighed and snuggled deeper into my protective embrace. "I'll take the job."

  Chapter 2: Wow so many choices

  "Damn," I muttered to myself, as I lounged back in the leather chair at my computer desk. It had been a little more than a week since my meeting with Leanne, and what a week it had been! The day after our meeting, Leanne signed her contract, packed up her stuff, quit her job on the spot and moved in. It was sudden, to be sure, but most definitely more pleasant than not. I looked down at my groin and sighed. 'Wonder if anyone has ever been fucked useless before?' I thought idly to myself.

  I'd never had so much sex in my entire life as I had in that first week with Leanne. The girl was an insatiable beast! Nearly every time we were in the same room, she would come onto me and, more often than not, I would end up spanking, torturing and/or fucking her until she had difficulty remembering her own name. I had a new respect for stud horses. Well, at the very least the week had taught me nearly all of Leanne's likes and dislikes, it had given her time to acclimate to her new home, and it had given me an idea of what was to come with 5 girls living in the house.

  I groaned, wondering if I'd be up to the task, then snorted laughter at my own unintended double entendre. Feigning an air of misery I sighed, because whether or not I was really ready didn't matter much anymore. The wheels were in motion and, like I said, it had been a little more than a week since my meeting with Leanne, which meant my meeting with the other girls was scheduled for that day.

  I cursed my uncontrollable lust and desire, because with Leanne in the house I'd only gotten a pitiful amount of work done, and I was completely unprepared for this meeting. Ding my doorbell chimed. "I'll get it," yelled Leanne to me, which caused me to scoff good-naturedly . Since she moved in I could hardly answer my own phone, let alone answer the door. I heard her feet shuffling across the hardwood floor of the hallway, heading towards the door. I could faintly hear her open the door and welcome someone inside. "Hello, my name's Leanne. You must be Rachel, nice to meet you. Please wipe your feet and follow me this way."

  You know it sounds crazy, but ever since I first spanked Leanne, it seemed like she'd been coming out of a shell or something, because she was completely different person now compared to when I had first talked to her on the phone. Now she laughed and smiled constantly, and when she got excited, her eyes let me know about it. I thought I was horny, but looking into Leanne's eyes was like looking into a bottomless pit of burning desire.

  I let my thoughts trail off as I heard the two walk by, their disembodied shadows drifting by the door of my study with sound of shoes on wood. 'Well,' I thought to myself, 'that's the last of them.' I'd already heard two similar greetings today, and now the last girl, Rachel, had finally showed up. I looked at my watch. 20 minutes late. I was incredulous. 20 minutes late for a job interview? Totally inexcusable! I'd have to remember it for her first session if she took the job.

  "Sorry I'm late," I heard her say to Leanne, "I had trouble finding the place." I snorted. A bad liar to? Perfect. Standing up, I reached high in the air, stretching my arms and back. I'd been sitting there trying to think of a way to approach them and introduce myself without scaring them off immediately. 'Oh well,' I thought, 'I'm a pretty hellatious public speaker. I'll just have to wing it and hope for the best.'

  Leanne was supposed to come get me as soon as all the girls were settled in, so I just stood stretching slowly and breathing deeply, trying to relax as much as possible mentally and physically. Soon enough I heard footsteps coming back in my direction. They stopped right outside my door, followed by a tentative knock.

  "Come in." The door opened and Leanne quickly stepped inside, quietly shutting the door behind her. I'd finally gotten her to loosen up about the way she dressed. She was barefoot wearing a cute knee length plaid pleated skirt and a white t-shirt. While it was fairly conservative, she looked very school girl, which I found incredibly sexy.

  "They're ready for you."

  "Good work," I said, walking towards her. So far I'd managed to keep my hands to myself, but now the temptation was just to much. When I got close enough I reached up with my right hand and grabbed her by the throat, something she'd told me was one of her biggest turn-ons. Not being choked per se, but being firmly handled by a strong guy using her neck as leverage. I kept walking, forcing her backwards until she hit the wall. Keeping a firm hold on her throat, I pressed my body tightly against hers, trapping her between myself and the wall with very little wiggle room. I put my lips on hers and forcefully kissed her, drawing her tongue into my mouth and pushing mine into hers. As we passionately kissed, I started slowly pressing my thigh up between her legs. Not needing any further instruction, she quickly spread her thighs, allowing me full access to her hot, moist crotch.

  Breaking the kiss, I pushed my thigh up and started to rub against her. Slowly she let her head loll to one side in ecstasy. Leaning my head forward, I nibbled on her earlobe, then whispered, "I'll just have to reward my good little girl later, won't I?" Before getting her, and myself, to excited to stop I let go and backed up a step. Leanne let out a long low moan as she leaned back against the wall, then, collecting herself, she stepped away from it and tried to make herself more presentable. For the most part she succeeded, but anyone who knew her pretty well knew her flushed complexion meant that she would probably be needing to change her panties shortly.

  Smiling, I opened the door. "After you," I said, following her out as she left. I tried not to be nervous as I walked down the hall to the living room. I looked around the hallway where there were obvious signs of construction still going on. The renovation were almost complete, but there was still a little left to be done before the house was equipped to deal with 5 women. As we got nearer I stared at the closed door to the living room, knowing that the next few minutes would make, or break, my future. I just hoped I was as smooth a talker as I thought I was.

  As we reached the door, Leanne opened it and motioned for me to go in front of her. Nodding my thanks, I entered the room and got my first look at the girls I hoped to make my own. They were all sitting on the large pit couch that took up almost a quarter of the good sized room, which meant that a dozen people could probably sit on it comfortably.

  "Ladies," said Leanne, drawing their attention to herself "This is Chad. He's 23 and the owner of this house. If you take the job, he will be your boss."

  "So this is the guy, huh?" said the girl farthest to my left, as all eyes shifted to me. I looked her up and down. Coming up to about my nose, she had blonde hair, bl
ue eyes, full lips, great full figure with a large bust and great ass. 'That one's Rachel. The only 21 year old here.'

  "I'm not to impressed," said a different girl to the right. I noticed her shoulder length fiery red hair first, 'That's Bree.' She was short and rather slim of figure, with a fiery temper that I had noticed even over the phone. What she lacked in curves she made up for with her blazing green eyes and attitude. 'She'll probably cause me a lot of trouble.'

  The last girl nodded, "I've worked for guys a lot scarier him." She was sitting right in the middle, another red head, only with much longer hair. It came down to about the middle of her back and she had another pair of startlingly vivid green eyes. 'Last but not least, Angela. My weakness for redheads is really going to get me in trouble on this one,' I thought to myself, but as I studied her, I knew it would be worth it. She was the tallest, almost eye level to me, and an absolute firecracker with a sly tongue that had made itself known the first time I talked to her. She had extremely fair skin and was freckled all over her face and as far down her chest as her shirt allowed me to see. I couldn't wait to pinpoint exactly where, or if, those stopped. She was built very similar to Leanne, less muscular, but still fantastic to look at.

  'I'm getting way ahead of myself,' I chided myself, 'First I've got to get them to sign on.' I crossed my arms and leaned back against the wall behind me, trying to act nonchalant, "That's not a very good way to greet a prospective boss."

  Angela giggled, "Well, this isn't exactly a normal interview, is it?"

  "I guess you could say that." Angela had been a little more forward than the others when I told her she would be living in a house with a man, so she'd been privy to a couple of details the other girls hadn't. Of course, she didn't know the whole story yet, but by the look she kept giving me, I'm sure she had a pretty good guess. "Tell me what you ladies know about this job, and I'll try to fill in the details as we go."

  "Well," started Rachel slowly, "We know we'll have to move into is this house. I think."

  "Correct. Keep going."

  "We know we'll be living here with a man," chimed in Bree, "I assume that's you?"

  "Also correct. What else?"

  It was Angela's turn, "We know we have to follow the rules, or else." She bit her bottom lip and gave me a very appraising look.

  'Yeah,' I thought to myself, 'She definitely knows.'

  The other two girls looked at each other, then Angela. "What's that supposed to mean?" demanded Bree. "Or else what?"

  "We'll get to the rules in a minute. What else do you know about the job?"

  Rachel shrugged, "Not much, the ad was pretty vague, and the only solid detail you've given us is the date of this meeting."

  I nodded, "Then I guess there's nothing else but to tell you." I shifted my position and pointed at one of the cameras in the corner of the room. "That is a camera," I declared, "And this," I said, sweeping my arms around me before returning them to my chest, "Is a voyeur house."

  "You mean people are watching us right now?" asked a horrified Bree.

  "No no, the site won't be up for another couple weeks."

  "But that means that the job is being voyeur girls, right?" pressed Bree.

  A confused Rachel spoke up, "I don't get it, what's a voyeur house?"

  I hadn't anticipated any of the girls not knowing what voyeurism was. "Simply put, as you live in the house, those cameras will send live footage to the Internet where it can be watched over a website that I own."

  "Oh," she said, still clearly not getting it, "So why do people watch?"

  As I was about to answer when Bree spoke up angrily, "Because they're perverts! Don't you get it? The camera's are EVERYWHERE! The bathrooms, the showers, the bedrooms. They watch every little thing we do."

  Seeing no other option, I tried to spin it in a good direction, "Absolutely. The point of a voyeur house is to put several extremely hot girls into a house and watch what happens. Essentially it's reality T.V. with a kinky twist."

  "Oh," she said, "Well that's not so bad. I don't mind if people see my body," then she smirked at me, "I put a lot of work in at the gym to make my body look the way it does. What's the use if no one sees it but me?"

  'If only more of the world's women thought like you,' I thought yearningly.

  "Wait," said Bree, a little less outraged now and sounding more thoughtful, "There are like a zillion voyeur sites out there. I mean, sure we're all good looking, but so are they. And I seriously doubt adding one guy to the mix is going to change much."

  "Now that," I said confidently, "Is where I think you're dead wrong." 'Let's see if fortune favors the bold,' I thought to myself wryly.

  "You're right in that me living here is the main difference. The attraction won't be that I live here, not at all. It will be my job while I live here." I scanned the girls, making eye contact with each. "You already know that I'll be the boss. I make the rules, I call the shots. The big difference here, though, is that if you break the rules, you don't get fired."

  I checked to see how each responded. Bree with suspicion, Rachel with interest and Angela with excitement.

  "In fact there is virtually no chance of being fired short of going to jail. In this house, living under this roof, you will be paid well. You will be clothed and fed free of cost. You will be given gifts and all insurance benefits will be covered. However, make no mistake, I have a 0 tolerance policy for misbehavior."

  Now Rachel and Bree looked confused, but Angela, who looked more excited than ever, started mussing out loud, the whole time looking me right in the eyes with a very seductive look on her face, "Oh dear. You won't stand for us ladies to be bad, but you won't fire us either. However will we be punished?" She put a lot of weight on that last word, and the other two girls noticed.

  "Do you mean...?" Bree trailed off in disbelief.

  "Correct. This house enforces strict corporal punishment against those who break the rules," I tried to sound relaxed about it, but my heart had started to hammer with nervousness.

  Bree started to look horrified, but Rachel got that confused look of hers and asked the inevitable question, "Corporal punishment?"

  "It means," said Angela in a smoky voice, looking at me with open hunger in her eyes, "If we're bad, he spanks our naughty asses until we're very sorry little girls. Isn't that right?"

  I cleared my throat and crossed my legs, trying not to let the effect she was having on me show, but Angela looked down at my groin and stared hard, making my growing manhood twitch in response. "Yeah, pretty much," I said, sounding much calmer than I felt.

  Rachel was thoughtful for a moment, pursing her full lips back and forth, then shrugged and said, "Well that's not so bad. All we have to do is follow the rules and we won't be punished."

  "Not exactly," said Bree, who no longer wore a horrified expression. Instead she was right back to her calculating way thinking. "The website appeals to two separate audiences. The voyeur audience, which is what the cameras are for, and the spanking audience."

  "You mean people want to see us get spanked?" asked a shocked Rachel.

  "Better believe it," said Angela.

  "Anyways," continued Bree, "I would say that one spanking a day would be the bare minimum for a site like this."

  "So you mean I can live in this house, have room and board paid for, you'll buy my food and get me free clothes and in exchange you want me to get my butt spanked in front of thousands of people?" asked a still shocked Rachel

  "Where do I sign," asked Angela.

  "Yeah," agreed Rachel, "This is to good to be true. Even if it's minimum wage, I'm still getting paid to do nothing and I have nothing to pay for except what I want."

  Bree stared at the other two in open-mouthed amazement. "You're joking, right? You realize you're going to be spanked in front of thousands of people and you still want to do this?"

  "Are you kidding?" asked Rachel, "I couldn't pass up an opportunity like this. I'd never be able to at myself in the mirror again." />
  "Actually," said Angela, "I'm looking forward to it."

  I watched the entire thing unfold, and it looked like I had mostly succeeded, but now I had to push Bree. I walked forward to stand in front of her and she stared up at me apprehensively. "It seems like the others are up for it. Now it's your turn. What's your answer?"

  I could almost see the gears cranking away in her head, looking for a solution. Finally I saw here take a deep breathe and sigh it out, steeling her resolve. Painfully slowly, she nodded. Relief spread through my body and mind, I finally had my girls. I had expected her to hurl questions around and make accusations, and, honestly, the fact that she would just nod her head confused me, but right then I was much to elated to care about the circumstances. I'd just have to remember to ask her later.