by Jamie Knight
“Sit,” I said when she got up to do the dishes.
She dropped back down like a rock as I gathered the dishes for the dishwasher.
“Stay here until I get back.”
“Yes, Master.”
I wouldn’t have to spank her for disobedience, which was a relief. My sweet girl hadn’t moved an inch when I returned.
“Do you know what you did?” I asked, sitting down next to her.
“No, Master.”
“You used the wrong utensil. There is a very particular order that needs to be followed if you want to fit in with certain circles.”
Her brow wrinkled. “Okay.”
I placed clean versions of the cutlery back down on the placemat in order. Explaining what each was as I went.
“Understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Did you make a mistake?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Do I have to spank you?”
“Yes, Master?” There was a tinge of hope in her voice.
“No.”
She gasped, and her lips parted. I could understand her surprise and disappointment. The rules were clear, but she had misunderstood them.
“It was a mistake but not an infraction. I can’t punish you for something you didn’t know. Now you know, so if you do it again, you will be punished. This time, it is a learning experience.”
Charli was so relieved she burst into tears. I didn’t think she minded the spanking, but sometimes the anticipation was worse than the actual fact. Taking her in a warm embrace, I held her until she calmed down.
“You okay, pet?”
“Yes, master,” she said, drying her eyes. “I don’t want to disappoint you.”
“You won’t, my sweet, sweet pet. I have a challenging day planned for you. Let’s go outside.”
She dried her eyes and stood.
I was determined to train Charli in every aspect she would need. Including attire such as high heels. She had to get steadier on them and, besides strengthening her legs, there was only one way I could think to do that.
“Is that a tightrope?” she asked, looking unsure.
“Yep,” I said and nodded. “Take off your sneakers. You’re going to learn how to balance.”
Obeying, Charli took off her sneakers and socks, leaving her barefoot. I’d tied a rope between two trees at the back of the house. It wasn’t too high, only about three feet off the ground.
I wrapped my hands around her waist and lifted her up. Keeping one hand holding hers, I placed my other hand on her hip to keep her from falling.
“Come on, pet. One foot in front of the other. Heel to toe, heel to toe. Got it?”
“Yes, master.”
It was rough going. Charli never fell but mostly because I was there. There were several dips and stumbles along the way, and when she reached the other end, she pressed hard against the trunk of the other tree.
She looked uncertain and gnawed on her lower lip. “How many strikes is that?”
“Zero. That was a practice run so that you can get the hang of it. Now we will go the other way, and you will be graded.”
Taking a deep breath, Charli turned around and went back the way she had come. There were a couple of more dips, but she caught herself. Never getting close to falling off. At least until the end where she tumbled down into my arms.
“Can I stop now?” she asked.
“Turn around.”
Charli did as she was told and didn’t resist as I bent her over against the tree. I could feel her shudder as I lifted her skirt and eased down her panties. It wasn’t just because of the crisp fall day, either.
Holding her skirt up with one hand, I stroked her smooth ass with the other, basking in her tender warmth. She had recovered nicely from the spanking that morning and was ready for more.
What most people didn’t know is that there was more than one way to spank. Not just in terms of what is used to strike. The strikes were for punishment and correction, but I found I didn’t have it in me to give her the full serving.
She trusted me entirely, and her body was so tender and delicate. I would have to be careful. I opted for upward strokes. Cupping my hand slightly, I went up and across. Slapping, then grabbing her ass. It still did the job of turning her ass red but gave less pain than would be involved with a flat palmed strike.
“Are you wet?” I asked, recognizing the change in her scent.
“Yes, master. Soaked.”
“To be fair, you did well on the way back. Right up until the end. Do you think you also deserve a reward?”
She looked over her shoulder, a smile playing on her lips. “If you think I do, Master.”
“What would you want?”
“Anything, Master. I am yours.”
“Even if I take you here?” I asked, stroking my fingertips against her asshole.
“Oh,” she gasped.
I chuckled and slipped a pinky inside her puckered hole.
She was trying to be brave, but I could still see a shudder run through her.
“We’ll save that for another day. I’m going to fuck you instead.” I removed my pinky and squeezed her ass in both hands as I got down between her trembling thighs.
She needed to be ready before I slipped inside her. Starting softly, I ran my tongue the length of her silky soft pussy lips, making my pet moan and writhe as I pleasured her.
It wasn’t long until she came. Her whole body rattling with the strength of her orgasm. Slipping two fingers inside, I stroked her as I got into a standing position. Pressing my other palm on the small of her back, I replaced my fingers with my cock and slid into her tight little cunt.
We both cried out in pleasure. The fit was still snug, but she took all of me with zero resistance like last night. Giving her a minute to get used to being filled up so completely, I put both hands on her hips and pumped. Moaning in delight, Charli moved with me, meeting my thrusts.
Her sweet pussy got even tighter around my thick cock. If it hurt, she didn’t let on. I relished fucking her. With a feral groan, I pulled out and shot my hot load onto her back, marking her as mine.
Chapter 11 - Charli
My body was still singing when I woke up. What Max had done was something I would never forget. I hurt but only a bit and in a pleasant way. My deflowered pussy was still trying to recover from the fucking it had gotten over the past two days. I wanted to do it again and again and again but knew I should wait.
I reached for my master, only finding a space occupied by a cool sheet. Sliding out from under the heavy duvet, I searched for an appropriate outfit, as per my master’s guidelines.
He hadn’t spanked me for anything I wore. Except for yesterday morning when I went down in only a shirt. It was a fine line to walk. Too far either toward the sexy or the serious could be considered an infraction, but it was one of the things I was getting the knack of.
My makeup was never very heavy, and he seemed to approve. It was hard to know for sure what was right. Max only mentioned things I was about to be smacked for. I figured if it went unsaid, it was okay.
My clothes were fine. The problem was I had spent so much time thinking about what to wear, I had forgotten about posture. One look from him, and it all came flooding back. Before he said a word, I bent over the kitchen counter with my skirt turned up and my panties down to my knees.
Max stood behind me and pressed down on the small of my back with his left hand. He then came in hard with his right.
The sound of the smack resounded through the kitchen. I yelped but didn’t move. He spanked me again on the other cheek. I could almost feel the crimson handprint rising on my milky flesh.
Max beat my ass like drums, alternating between one cheek and then the other until both were radiating with an infernal heat. My flesh was no doubt the color of a sunburn.
The faucet turned on, and before I could ask what was going on, I felt the cool touch of Max’s hand as he stroked it over my burning ass wit
h cold water, helping quell the fire on my skin. Soon after, he kneaded my assailed flesh, making me moan with pleasure.
“How about you make breakfast today?” he said, pulling up my panties and straightening my skirt.
“Yes, Master.”
I didn’t have a lot of skills, something I would be the first to admit. One thing I could do was cook. Making banana pancakes like a boss, I decorated them with powdered sugar and complimented the whole thing with orange juice.
We ate in silence, Max as unreadable as ever. I was just hoping breakfast had scored me some points after the posture problem.
“Stand up,” he ordered, pushing the empty dishes off to the side.
I obeyed. I got to my feet and waited for further instruction, wondering if I had more pain in store.
“Come here,” he said, not looking at me.
I stepped forward tentatively. As soon as I was within reach, Max seized me by both hips, making me yelp in surprise. “I’m still hungry.”
He placed me on the table and pressed me back. Frantically, he pulled off my panties like he would die if he didn’t taste me soon.
He dove into my pussy like a man possessed, devouring my cunt like a champion pie eater. Every muscle in my body tightened at once as he licked me towards the gates of ecstasy. I exploded all over his face, my sweet master continuing to lick as I shuddered with the aftershocks.
Max cleaned us both with one of the napkins. “You taste delicious.” He glanced at me a moment. “Meet me in the office,” he said, replacing my panties and straightening my skirt.
“Yes, Master.”
Pulling myself together, literally and figuratively, I followed him up to the second level. I was steadier in high heels than I’d ever been before. There was still a falter here and there, but nowhere near the perilous, baby deer wobbles, I was doing at the magazine office. The tight-rope training helped. I never truly doubted him, but I was never more confident in my master and his abilities to help me improve.
“Sit,” he ordered.
I couldn’t be sure, but it felt his voice had changed and sounded softer, caring. He sat back, steepling his fingers, looking at me with an unreadable gaze. I could almost feel it as he scanned every inch of my body.
“Good,” he said when he finished his inspection.
“Would you like something, Master?”
“Coffee, please,” he said, already working on his computer.
The editorial board, in their infinite wisdom, continued publishing the magazine online. Rather than being on an extended vacation like we first thought, Max had the same workload he’d had before, only with meetings held on Slack. He didn’t seem to mind and worked my training around his schedule, often combining the two.
It felt like a step up, going from theory to practice. When we got back to the office after they lifted the lockdown, I felt confident that I would be fully trained and ready to serve him in the way he deserved.
The coffee machine in the kitchen wasn’t much simpler than the one at the office, but I figured it out.
Keeping my back straight and my stride even, I placed the cup on the desk. Max picked it up without looking and took a long sip.
“Sit,” he said.
I sat, back straight, shoulders pressed back against the chair, legs crossed. Something was coming. Whether it was a smack or getting screwed over his desk remained to be seen. I prayed for the latter. I enjoyed the spanking, too, though. I’d never thought I was into pain play, but the way Max did it felt wonderful. Not as good as when he licked or fucked me, but nearly.
When he finished his work, Max got up from his desk. His jutting erection obvious in his suit pants. It gave me hope I was in for pleasure rather than pain. He still hadn’t fucked me in the ass yet. Maybe he would today.
“Get up,” he said.
No sooner was I on my feet than he had me bent over the front of the desk. My ass high in the air. He was rougher than usual, shoving up my skirt and yanking down my panties. I braced for a severe spanking that might leave me screaming and crying. Imagine my surprise when his hand didn’t strike my bare ass but caressed my pussy. I could tell he was holding back by the way his hand trembled as he resisted the urge to shove all his fingers in and fist me until I screamed—something that was in the contract. He was trying to be gentle.
The sensation of his hand stroking me made my knees weak. Before my legs gave way, Max caught me. His powerful arm wrapped around my waist as he stroked the head of his monster cock against my tight pussy. Taking a heavy breath in, I let it out as he slid all the way in, the front of his shirt pressing up against my ass.
The movement was deep but slow, working every little part of me in a gentle, silken flow. His cock stroked against my clit and g-spot, making me feel like I might pass out with pleasure.
He pulled back a little and went harder, setting off a fireworks display behind my eyes. I could feel him taking my hips and guessed what was coming next. Other than him, of course.
Gradually picking up speed, he thrust deeply until his cock pounded me so hard the desk shook. Usually, being that rough with me would have hurt, but Max had made sure I was ready before he tried slamming me. Plus, I was so wet from my earlier orgasm on the breakfast table.
I loved him with all my heart. He was my first man, and I hoped he would be my last. That he would be the only one to touch me the way he did. As long as I lived, I wanted no one else.
Chapter 12 - Max
Charli’s schedule had changed since we’d started her training two weeks ago. Though I would never have fathomed that she might beat me.
In the universe inside my head, only Elsa could or would ever do that. Yet I was a great believer in the scientific method and observable evidence, and both showed the same thing. Charli had not only roused before I had, but she had also gotten up and left the house.
I sprang to the closet to check for further confirmation. My cognitive dissonance working overtime. Some of her clothes were gone. Her pleated skirt, cute blouse, and heels conspicuous by their absence. There were only two explanations. Someone had kidnapped her in the night and allowed her to dress before they whisked her away. Or, more likely, she was somewhere in the house.
The office was a dead end. That was two rooms down with only twenty to go. My next port of call was the kitchen. Morning and coffee went together, like popcorn and movie theaters. That’s where I found her—my pet, moving as elegantly as a ballet dancer.
Her high heels no longer put up a challenge. Her woven thigh-length braid of shining blond hair reached down the length of her straight back. I had to watch for a moment, mesmerized by her majesty. It was surely a major shift from the smart but awkward girl who first spilled coffee all over my office carpet.
“Have you eaten?” I asked, breaking the silence.
“Geez!” Charli exclaimed, jerking back.
“Nice greeting,” I chastised.
“I’m sorry, Master.”
“Do I have to get the flogger?” I teased.
Her lower lip trembled.
“No, Master.”
I put a hand on her hip. Letting her know I was kidding and asserting dominance.
“I’ll try again. Have you eaten?”
“Um, no I, didn’t think I had approval, Master.”
“You didn’t, not expressly, but I still want you to eat. You are more likely to be punished for not eating than eating without permission. Understood?”
She nodded. Working with perfect precision, my sweet little pet filled a coffee mug to the level I liked and handed it to me with the handle out.
“Very nice.”
“Thank you, Master.”
As I drank, Charli set about making both of us omelets. If they tasted have as good as they smelled, Charli wouldn’t be able to walk when I got through fucking her.
Putting the lid on the tray, Charli carried both servings to the table, setting it down in front of me. She set the plates and glasses before taking her seat beside
me with perfect posture. When I placed my palm on her inner thigh, she gasped.
I didn’t touch her pussy, despite being inches from it. I also didn’t remove my hand. Instead, I stroked her as we both ate, Charli letting out soft moans as I did.
The voice in my head screamed I should throw her over the table and fuck her virgin ass. But there was work to be done, and I wanted to take my time to make sure she was ready before I took her there.
The math regarding getting my cock into her asshole was not looking very good. She could barely take it in her cunt, and even there, I still had to be gentle. The goal was to train my sweet little pet, not to break her.
Charli seemed to understand the intention behind my touch. A subtle form of reward for doing an excellent job. I would reward her properly at the end of the day.
I was moving into a system of instant punishment and praise, giving brief light spanks or rewards for infractions or successes as they happened. Saving the harshest punishments or greatest rewards for when the work was done.
When we finished, Charli cleaned up, and I went to my office. It looked like I was teaching a domestic servant more than a personal assistant, but that had more to do with context. I was developing her to assist me, immediately and effectively with anything that needed to be done. It was unlikely that breakfast dishes would be part of it going forward.
I had everything ready when she arrived. The week’s work had been done the day before, giving us the weekend off, and I planned on taking full advantage of the break.
Hardbacked books were piled on the desk like rock formations. I’d been going for Stonehenge but didn’t quite get it right. The tops caused the biggest problems. Still, it was a fairly good rendition under the circumstances.
I had had to look twice when she came in. Just to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating. Striding to the middle of the room, sweet Charli fell to her knees. Her posture was still perfect. I hadn’t given her instructions yet, but my girl had learned what I liked and expected fast.
Rolling back in my chair, I went to my pet. I tipped her head back, and her eyes glistened with devotion.
