“Why, you need to serve yourself now, suga.” He recognized a slight irritation in her voice.
Hoping to redeem himself, once again Dan picked up the teapot and began to pour the amber liquid into his cup.
“What! No sugar?” Her sudden outburst startled Dan, causing the glass pot within his trembling hand to tilt. He watched in horror as a drop of the tea landed on the white cloth covering the table and began to spread.
Chapter Four
“Oh, you naughty, naughty boy!” Mistress Belle cried. “Put down that pot, now, before you make an even bigger mess.” The tone of her voice made it clear; this was no longer a social gathering.
Dan placed the teapot back onto the table as Mistress Belle stood and moved so she was behind him. She plucked the blindfold from between his thighs and placed it over his eyes, instantly blinding him. Though he had been unsure the fabric would make a suitable blindfold before, he realized now just how effective it was.
“There.” She had finished tying the fabric behind his head. “I thought you understood what would happen if you soiled my pretty table. Don’t you realize how badly tea stains antique linen? That table cloth was handed down to me by my great-grandmother. I am very disappointed in you.”
Though Dan could not see her face, he could hear the chastisement in her voice—his punishment was sure to come next. He sat unmoving and unable to speak.
“Stand up.” Her voice came from behind him. He stood and felt her hands on his shoulders. She moved him a bit to the right and then he heard what he thought was the sound of her sitting in the chair he had just occupied.
“Your belt is on the end of the bed. Bring it to me, now.”
Unable to see, Dan turned and moved slowly in the direction of where he hoped he would find the bed. He came to a stop when his knees made contact with the end of the mattress. He reached out with his hands, sweeping them across the lace bedcover, until he made contact with the metal buckle of his belt. He grasped the leather in his hands and turned to make his way back to his Mistress.
“Over here.” Her voice guided him to her and her hand stopped him when he reached her side and then she took the belt from him.
“Drop to your knees and clasp your hands in front of you.” Her authoritative voice told him he had no choice. He was to comply…and now.
Dan knelt, his knees sinking into the soft carpet beneath them. He leaned back against his heels, laced his fingers together and placed his hands on his bare thighs. Pulse racing, he waited for what came next.
From beside him, she spoke. “I have always found a spanking to be the best form of punishment when dealing with a naughty boy. Do you understand why you need to be punished, sweetie?” Once again her tone belied her words.
“Yes, Mistress. I’m being punished for spilling the tea on your grandmother’s table cloth.” Dan could not keep the excitement from voice and he knew she would recognize it as such.
“You sound quite pleased with yourself—surely that is not the case.” She reached for his chin, tilted his face upward and lightly slapped his cheek.
“No…Ma’am.” Dan felt his blood warm his face.
“I would hope not. That would mean you are unable to mind your manners.” Dan heard her move away from where he knelt. “Crawl over to me.”
Now on his hands and knees, Dan moved toward the sound of her voice. Suddenly his head bumped against her. “Umph.”
“Perhaps you should use your words to say excuse me.” She scolded.
“Excuse me, Mistress.” Dan’s nostrils flared as he caught her scent, a mixture of perfume and her own unique womanliness. The heady combination made it difficult for him to concentrate as her very femaleness seemed to emanate from her. He was dizzy with want—for his punishment…and for her.
“Up here.” Dan felt her hands upon his.
She pulled him up and positioned him facedown across her lap. He was immediately aware of the softness of her skirt beneath him and though he could not see her, he imagined her eyes were on him and he fought not to squirm. When would he feel the first blow, that first tantalizing lick of his belt on his flesh?
He felt her shift above him and he held his breath. He was surprised when he heard the soft tink of a teacup and then the sound of her swallowing. He was further surprised when he felt the coolness of what could only be a saucer on his lower back. Was she using him as her table?
“You should try to remain still. It would prove quite painful if you were to spill my tea on your back.”
Dan was shocked to hear the sound of her licking her fingers.
“Silly me; now who is being naughty? I really should mind my own manners.” She giggled softly. “Umm, how I love scones with clotted cream. Open your mouth, suga’.”
Dan was confused. Where was his punishment?
He opened his lips and her fingers slide between them—the cream she shared with him thick and sweet on his tongue.
“My intention had been to allow you to lick the cream from another part of my body, but then you misbehaved.” She sighed. “I suppose I’ve had enough. It wouldn’t do to get fat.” She shifted above him once more and Dan felt her remove the saucer from his back.
He was unprepared when the first crack of the leather landed on his backside. An instant later, he felt the warmth spread over his buttocks and he moaned. One, two, three, he lost count as she blessed him with her correction. Between each blow, the lingering impact of the belt left his flesh tingling and left him longing for the next.
“Don’t forget your manners.” Through the haze of his desire for more, Dan realized what she was asking.
“Thank you, Mistress.”
“Very good, little sub. I thought I was going to have to stop.”
Over and again the leather met with the bare skin of his ass and each time he thanked her. She varied her strokes, some landed with a sting, some with a thump; he was never sure of what would come next.
Suddenly, Dan felt her legs part beneath him and in his pain induced pleasure, he wondered if she realized she had spread them for him. His cock was hard and throbbing between his legs and he fought the urge to rub his erection against her thighs.
Once again her legs closed beneath him. “My daddy always warned me about naughty boys with their naughty parts—poke, poke, poking away.”
I should have known she would never lose control. The thought came to him through a haze of desire and pain.
Three more times her punishment rained down on his tender flesh leaving him moaning and thrashing across her lap. He was close, so close to coming and longed to hear her words giving him permission, but she had given him no indication he would be allowed any such release.
Just when he thought he could take no more, she stopped. “Oh, just look how red your poor little bum has become. Goodness me, that won’t feel good tomorrow.” She began to caress his buttocks, her soft hand cool against his burning ass cheeks as she moved it in ever growing circles across his skin. “You do realize your disobedience left me no choice…it was just tacky for you to act so clumsily. I hope you have learned your lesson.”
“Yes, Ma’am. And thank you, Mistress.” Dan somehow found the words.
“What a good boy, how quickly you learn. Why, I do believe you have earned a reward.”
“A reward, Mistress?” His voice gruff, his throat dry. Would she let him come now? His cock continued to throb against her and he was uncertain how much longer he could wait.
“Why yes, a reward. Now not many are offered this reward, only those who have truly made an effort to mind their manners. Off with you.” Mistress Belle said as she pushed him from her lap and onto the floor between her thighs.
His buttocks were on fire and he was grateful for the softness of the carpeted surface beneath them. She was right; he would find sitting to be a difficult task for the next few days.
“Hmmmm? Blindfold or no blindfold?” The question was not directed to him.
He realized she had made her deci
sion when she lifted the cloth from his eyes. He blinked at the sudden light and looked up just as Mistress Belle reached for one of the large serving forks on the table.
“Just look at your sweet little nipples. They are just as hard as the little ol’ things could be, aren’t they?” Again, the sweet smile. But Dan now knew just how deceiving that smile could be.
Unable to take his eyes away, Dan watched as she brought the fork toward his left nipple and he drew in a sharp breath when she captured his hardened flesh between the silver tines. He moaned as she began to turn the fork in a circle, twisting his nipple as she went; the exquisite pain one Dan was certain would make wearing a shirt the next day a painful endeavor.
“Oh, Mistress.” He groaned as he fought to sit still.
“Were you given permission to speak?” She moved the fork from his nipple and looked down at him, her disdain coming out in a sniff. “I guess you need further help with your manners. Now I suppose you do know it is impolite to speak with your mouth full?”
Unable to decide how to answer her or if he even had the ability to speak, Dan said not a word.
Mistress Belle reached for the cloth napkin on the floor where it had fallen from Dan’s lap when he stood. She twisted and turned the fabric, making a knot in the middle. “This should help you remember that particular rule. Open.”
Dan opened his mouth and Mistress Belle placed the knot between his lips and pulled the ends to the back of his head where she tied them tightly. He had gained his sight only to lose his ability to speak. What would she do next?
Once again, Mistress Belle retrieved the serving fork. He looked down to watch as she placed the fork just beneath his right nipple. He was shocked when she began to trace a path with the ends of the fork, down his belly and across his waist. The silver tines felt like a knife moving across his skin and it was then Dan realized it was no longer an ordinary serving fork—someone had sharpened them.
Chapter Five
It was all Dan could do not to move from her reach. Knife play was literally on the edge of his comfort level and he had stated as much when he filled out her questionnaire. Did he need to worry about his safety? It was then he realized that with the napkin in his mouth, he would be unable to safeword.
“What pretty, pale, skin you have. I wonder how long it will take for any marks to heal. You don’t have any reason to be without a shirt in public over the next week or so, do you suga’?” Her words were meant to frighten him and Dan’s struggle to remain still was tested as he glanced down at his chest.
Three red lines marked the path of fire the fork had forged across his skin and he was unable to take his eyes away as he watched her move it further down his body. The base of the fork caught the light from the candles flames spread throughout the room and reflected it onto the bedroom walls as she circled the silver utensil through the coarse hair surrounding his belly button.
“You need to sit perfectly still now, do you understand? It is for your own safety that you not move. Nod if I have made myself clear.” She now stood over him and her tone had changed; she was once again all Domme.
Dan nodded. As the cold silver moved lower, he shivered in fear and from his sweat, pouring from his body now and evaporating in the air conditioned room.
“Now is when you should be particularly still.” Mistress Belle had reached his pubic mound just above where his cock jutted from his body. “Have you ever felt a knife against the head of your cock? Nod once for no, twice for yes.”
Dan nodded once and closed his eyes. He was unable to watch as his fear and excitement mounted.
“Open your eyes, lie back on your elbows and present that pretty, virgin, cock to me.” Her voice was meant to soothe and seduce, her words meant to terrorize.
Dan eyes snapped open. He shifted until the weight of his upper body rested on his elbows and pushed his pelvis toward her. Their eyes met when he looked up at her.
“You trust me, don’t you darlin’?” Mistress Belle smiled down at him. “I would never hurt you, you must realize that. At least not permanently.”
With that, she took Dan’s rigid cock in her hand, moved the cold tines of the fork in a circle around the base then moved further down to where his ball sack began. She pressed the back of the fork between his balls, separating them, and he shivered once more as the metal cooled his skin.
“If I were to turn the fork over now, you would probably get a nasty cut.” She warned him.
Dan shuddered and fought the urge to jerk away from her. If she didn’t move the fork soon, he was afraid he would lose the battle—with the fork in the proximity of his balls, it was becoming all too much for him.
She seemed to sense he was close to losing control. “Very good.” She moved the fork from his balls up to his right thigh and he was mesmerized as she once again began to draw it over his skin, leaving the triple red lines behind.
“Dan.” Her words seemed to come from far away. “I’m going to remove the napkin from your mouth, but you are not to speak without my permission.”
Mistress Belle placed the fork on the table behind her and reached behind his head. She pulled at the ends of the cloth until the napkin was out of his mouth and once again in his lap.
He watched as she moved to the table and poured fresh tea into her cup and carried it with her to where he knelt on the floor.
“I suppose your mouth has gotten dry.” She took a sip of the tea, bent toward him and took his chin in her hand. She tilted his mouth up to hers, parting his with her fingers. As their lips met, she opened hers and the sweet, warm tea trickled into his mouth.
“Ummm.” He swallowed the tea and moaned at the pleasure of her unique kiss, their first.
She broke contact with him and stood above him once more and then moved back to the table, sat in her chair and looked over at him. “Are you ready to learn your most important lesson of all?”
“Yes, Ma’am.” He answered without hesitation, though he was not sure what she had in mind.
“Crawl over to me.” She motioned him to her.
Dan complied, coming to a stop on his knees in front of her.
Mistress Belle lifted the hem of her skirt and from his position on the floor between her legs; he had a perfect view of the white panties she wore beneath her clothing.
She wagged her finger, playfully. “Do you like my panties? Mama always says no white after Labor Day, but I don’t think she was referring to undergarments.”
Dan waited, uncertain what to expect next, but soon had his answer when she reached for his chin and began to pull him toward her. “Reach beneath my skirt and pull my panties down.”
Taking a chance he would be punished for not following her order, Dan leaned forward until his nose was within an inch of the soft white cotton panties covering Mistress Belle’s pussy. He inhaled deeply and was rewarded with the dizzying scent of her. He pulled back to look up at her and saw she had her eyes closed. A slight smile played across her lips.
“My panties…” She moaned. None too gently, she reached for him and pulled his head up so that their eyes met. “Off. Now.”
Dan knew better than to hesitate. He placed a hand on each of her thighs and slowly slid them up under her skirt. She was warm and soft. Resisting the urge to bury his face in her lap, he continued to slide his hands up until he had reached the lace at the top of the scrap of fabric she wore. She raised her hips to assist him as he began to pull her panties down over her lush ass to her thighs, unable to take his eyes from her as more of her skin was bared to him.
Dan paused for a moment, the sight of her distracting him and she was quick to chastise. “Did I not make myself clear?”
He glanced up and could read the displeasure on her face. “No, I mean yes, Mistress.” He resumed his task, pulling her panties past her knees to her ankles and finally over her toes.
“Ma’am…?” Would she allow him to taste her now? He wanted nothing more than to please her, but until she granted him permission
, he wasn’t sure that was what she had in mind.
“Suga, haven’t I made myself clear? Surely, you know what a lady is requesting when she has you kneeling between her thighs and asks you to take off her panties? It would be impolite of me to ask twice…”
His cock swelled and rose from between his legs. He pressed against his erection and felt the smear of pre-cum against on his forearm. He was close to exploding and would not need much to get there, but it was she, his Mistress, who would have her needs fulfilled. Dan placed a hand on each of her thighs and pulled her forward until her bottom reached the edge of the chair.
“Now, darlin’…fuck me with your mouth.” Spoken in her accent, the curse word sounded like a caress to him.
Dan began to run his fingers across her lap and under her thighs. When he had each in his hands, he spread her legs further apart and placed them over the arm of her chair. She was completely open to him now and his eyes drank in the sight of her. Her pussy was shaved bare and in the soft light of the candles, he could see the moisture that had gathered between her inner lips. As he watched, a drop of fluid escaped her opening and dripped down to the cheeks of her ass before disappearing between the crease. Not wishing to waste another, he bent his head to her and spread her inner lips with his tongue.
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