by Jamie Knight
“Up,” I ordered.
With no help from me, Charli stood in one smooth motion with her eyes straight ahead. Slowly, I inspected her, searching every inch of her body, running my palm down the gentle curve of her back. My hands moved on to her shoulders to measure their width before moving down to her tits, giving them a loving squeeze.
“Bra?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Panties too?”
“Yes, Master.”
My hand went up her skirt. I had to check to make certain she wasn’t lying. Sure enough, a thin layer of soft silk greeted me, covering her most delicate parts. Her appearance and attention to detail called for special recognition.
Adjusting my hand, I slid it into the front of her panties. I felt the warmth of her tender little pussy before I got there. I massaged her for a minute to make sure she was ready. When she was good and excited, I slipped two fingers inside.
Charli lifted slightly as I entered her. Softly nuzzling her neck, I finger fucked her beautiful cunt until my sexy and submissive pet squealed her climax.
My heart was full of love, and it was all I could do not to tell her.
Putting a hand on her lower back to hold her in place, I went to my desk to fetch a book.
“Walk,” I said, placing the volume on her head.
Her posture was great, or so it seemed. Still, I wanted to get confirmation by conducting some experiments. My beautiful pet made it to the desk, then around and back to the door, returning to the dead-center of the room without so much as a wobble from her on the heels or the book on her pretty little head.
Stroking my hand gently along her braid, I kissed her on the cheek and went to get another book. Even when burdened with two thick, hardcover tomes, she was rock-solid, striding like a queen through her realm, knowing there was nothing to fear. She returned to her spot at the center, daring me to add another.
“Well done,” I said warmly.
She stood straight and strong as I returned the books to the desk. The ghost of a smile haunting the corners of her sweet mouth.
“Name your reward, Pet.”
“I want to do what we did the other night. I want to suck—”
She faltered, the naughty word catching partway out.
“It’s okay, Pet. You can say it. What do you want to do?”
“I want to suck your beautiful cock again, but this time I want to be in control.”
I chuckled. “Get on your knees.”
Without missing a beat, she dropped to her knees, keeping her back straight. Stroking her cheek, I unzipped my pants, unfurling my rock-hard and dripping cock. I could actually see her pupils dilate as she saw it. With a deep breath, she wrapped her loving hand around my throbbing shaft and made a valiant attempt at getting it into her warm, wet little mouth.
Taking a moment to get used to the width, she wrapped her luscious lips around me. Her hand followed her mouth as she stroked both the length of my cock and then back again, coaxing the most heavenly feeling out of me. She was a fucking natural. Sucking my enormous cock like it was a popsicle.
I took hold of her braid to keep her from hurting herself, even though I admired her enthusiasm. Particularly when she cupped my balls with her other hand, massaging them as she sucked.
I tensed, getting ready to unleash, but my brave pet forged on sucking harder, eager to taste my cum. I rewarded her efforts in a huge torrent, filling her mouth. She struggled to keep it all down, but she did not waste a drop.
Chapter 13 - Charli
It was becoming a habit. My eyes opened before Max had even stirred. Careful not to wake him up, I went to look for my clothes. The curtains were open, but that didn’t help much as the sun still had to rise on the horizon.
My vision adjusted, allowing me to see my clothes where Max had flung them before fucking me senseless the night before.
My bra and panties were nowhere to be found. I knew it would mean a spanking, but I got dressed without them. Sliding the skirt and blouse over my bare skin before stepping into my shoes. Careful to mind my posture, I strode out of the room, the way my master had taught me.
The kitchen was eerie in the early morning. A nascent sun reflected its rays off the tile and chrome surfaces. Stepping light to keep from clacking around, I flicked on the coffee machine. Its various buttons glowing neon blue in the gloom. Moving with a trained acuity, I got the beast brewing and looked for something to make for breakfast.
The sudden light burst like a supernova. It was nearly blinding. Forgetting my composure, I screamed and covered my eyes. Posture was so distant of a thought it was but a blur on the brightening horizon.
“It’s okay, Pet,” I heard him say.
I could smell his cologne. The scent wrapped me in comfort. My face pressed against his chest, and I inhaled deeply.
“I’m sorry, Master. A-are you going to spank me?”
“Of course not. That was my fault. Are you okay? That was a hell of a scream.”
“More from surprise. Yeah, I’m okay now.”
“Good. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
Holding me out at arm’s length, he looked me up and down. With his hand still on my shoulder, he did a full rotation, scrutinizing every inch. Suddenly, he stopped, his free hand shooting up my skirt and grabbing a handful of my bare ass. He made a noise I couldn’t identify, but he did not sound happy.
My breath caught as his other hand slipped from my shoulder into the front of my blouse. Taking up a warm clutch of my right breast, he pinched my nipple mercilessly.
“Explanation?”
I swallowed hard and drew in a deep breath. “I couldn’t find them. I looked but—”
His fingers slid into my cunt and were moving in a way I’d never imagine possible. It was all I could do to stay conscious.
“Bend over,” he whispered harshly.
I didn’t know if it would be a flogging or a fucking, but, truthfully, I would welcome both. It was a spanking but a gentle one. The underwear thing was a rule, but one of the more minor ones.
Coffee and posture were much more important. Had I been slouching or, horror of horrors, had my elbows been on the counter, I would have been screaming from the spanking. As it was, the smacks felt good. They felt closer to gropes than slaps.
“Next time you forget your underwear, I’ll paddle you so hard you won’t walk for a week.”
I nodded and made a mental note to forget to wear underwear tomorrow.
Coffee poured, we commenced making breakfast, sipping, and chatting as we went. The caffeine did wonderful things to our minds. Even Max seemed perkier.
There was something mutual about the situation. I was giving myself to Max, but I wanted to. I loved him and what he did to me. He used me as he liked, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I was busily emptying the dishwasher and was so caught up in a happy dream, I failed to keep a sufficient hold on one of the plates, which exploded on the floor.
I pressed my fingers against my lips. He didn’t have to say anything. I knew I’d messed up. I got to my knees, picking up the shards, déjà vu hitting like a hammer.
There was a spanking coming, and most likely a painful one. It would hurt, but I was ready for it, though. I’d been spanked hard before, and I could even tell the different styles he would use.
The forthcoming ass-slapping was going to be a harsh one. Flat handed, going downward, starting at his second knuckle. I would probably scream. All this was easy to guess. Other than I loved the stinging pain, the only real consolation was that it was definitely my fault. I’d broken concentration, which was the worst thing I could do in Max’s estimation.
Getting the last shard into the trash can, I stood and bent myself over the counter. My palms flat on the cool marble.
He clutched his hand around the waistband of my skirt, the bottom already gathered. Using it as a handle, he yanked me back toward him. I yelped in awe but was determined to take my punishment with dignity.
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br /> The first strike landed full force on my ass, making me jerk with surprise and pain. I gnawed my lip to keep from screaming. I didn’t make a sound. Not even when the tears formed in my eyes and my ass turned the color of a ripe tomato.
Max wrapped my braid around his palm and pulled me back, bringing me up against him. I could feel his cock pressing up against my burning ass. Leaning down, he planted a gentle kiss on my cheek and dried my tears with his other hand.
“You know why I had to do that, right?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Why?”
“I lost focus. The worst thing I can do.”
“Do you resent me?”
“No, Master.”
“Do you think you deserved it?”
“Yes, Master.”
After cooling my smarting skin with some lovely aloe-based lotion, we headed for the office.
He positioned me in a kneeling position in front of his desk. I figured he would have asked me to sit, but that would have been an act of cruelty in my condition. He also didn’t want to leave me standing.
Despite some things he did, Max seemed to care about me, even though he would never say so. I wasn’t certain I was right, but all signs pointed to yes. Sure, he had just spanked my ass red, but to help me improve. It was tough love in the truest sense of the word.
I didn’t know if it was part of my punishment, but Max didn’t even look at me for two hours. Remembering what he had done before, I stayed where he put me. Minding my posture, not moving a muscle. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he acknowledged me.
“You were partially right.”
“About what?” I asked.
“It was partially because you broke concentration. But it was something else, too. Something far more personal. The plate that broke was from a set given to me by Elsa. A housewarming gift for my first place. Not expensive, but the best she could afford at the time.”
Shame filled me up. “Oh, I’m so sorry, I—”
“It’s okay. I forgive you. You’ve already been punished enough, no need to do it to yourself. I know the spanking was harsher than usual, but I wanted you to know it wasn’t just the broken rule. I let my emotions get the better of me. It won’t happen again.”
Without permission, let alone warning, I reached out and took his hand. The spark was instant. I knew he felt it as much as I did.
Max pulled me to my feet and stroked my cheek, making me hum with pleasure and contentment. I felt so safe with him. Like the world could fall around us, and he would protect me. He would never harm me, and I shuddered to think about what he might do to anyone who tried.
Scooping me into his arms, he carried me down to the living room to try and take the day off. He had told me at one point he thought vacations were for people who didn’t like their jobs. It seemed to be an actual effort for him to relax. I was more than happy to help him with that.
He took to it better than I thought. The two of us snuggled on the soft leather couch as he took care of me. Massaging my feet and stroking my legs, making me feel like a princess. I hoped lockdown would never end.
Chapter 14 - Max
It was becoming a habit. Not that I minded much. I didn’t even hear her leave, but Charli had somehow slipped out of the room and gotten back in without rousing me. To say I was a light sleeper was an understatement. Sleeping with one eye open would be closer to the truth.
Yet, there she was. My lovely little pet. Impeccably dressed, posture perfect, holding a tray of delicious smelling food. Striding from the door, high heels clicking lightly against the hardwoods, she got on her knees beside the bed. Humbling herself before me.
“Smells good,” I said, moving to take the tray.
“Thank you, Master.”
“I didn’t just mean the food.”
She flushed bright crimson in the way I found adorable. I stroked her cheek, making her smile.
“Who’s my perfect little pet?”
She beamed.
“I am, Master.”
I patted the space beside me, and she leaped onto the bed, snuggling up close. One arm around her, I used my other hand to eat the lovely food she had made for me, hand feeding her as I went.
When the meal was gone, I set the tray on the night table. Both hands now free, I set about undressing her.
Suppressing my more animal urges, I planted kisses down the length of her tender body from her neck to her pussy. Softly opening her legs, I smothered her wet folds with soft kisses making her moan in response.
Keeping things soft and gentle, I licked her to a shaking orgasm, holding both her hands all the way along.
When she came back down to earth, I retraced my steps. Working from her sweetness back up to her mouth.
I positioned us so her legs were draped over my elbows and both her wrists were held tight in my hands. She couldn’t struggle even if she wanted to. But to be fair, she seemed content just to lay there and let me do whatever I wanted to her.
Moving like the tide on the ocean, I worked her heavenly pussy. Charli seemed to near the gates of ecstasy. It was a little-known fact that Doms, true Doms, weren’t really about causing pain.
Strange as it might seem, the lifestyle was about giving pleasure. A power exchange relationship might seem abusive to those on the outside, but it honestly required the utmost in communication and trust. As a general rule, Doms derived as much enjoyment from pleasuring their submissive ones as receiving it.
Her tender little pussy tightened around my cock as she got ready to let go. I leaned down and kissed her as she peaked, holding her as she trembled against me. The sweet release of orgasm quivering through her warm, supple form. Her inner muscles clenched down and dragged me over the edge, my cum shooting into her depths.
“Back to work,” I murmured, planting a kiss on the forehead.
Without hesitation, Charli dropped to her knees in the office, back perfectly straight, and awaited instruction. Gently stroking her shoulder as I passed, I took my position at the desk and began the day’s labors. I didn’t leave her there for long, just as long as it took to check my email and see if there was anything else on the agenda for the day.
Finding nothing new, I set up the chair across from me, and we worked in tandem. Movements turned to an interesting synchronicity, our hearts even seeming to beat in time as if we were the same entity occupying different points in reality.
I gave my head a shake, attempting to focus on the task at hand. It was the strangest thing. She was far from the first beautiful woman I’d ever had around me while working. But she had more of an effect on me than anyone had before.
It wasn’t easy, but I made it through the day. Finishing up just before supper time. Soon enough, it was time for me to review Charli’s work and determine whether she was to be punished or rewarded.
Her hand was steady as she handed me the stacks. No longer the timid girl she had been. It was amazing to see the change in her. My beautiful pet was becoming a competent, confident woman.
She waited patiently with her legs crossed, and her posture perfect while awaiting my verdict. Ready and willing to accept anything I might decide.
“Stand up,” I said, and was met with immediate obedience.
Laying a hand on her shoulder, I gently leaned her forward until she was bent over the desk. I could feel her tense. Preparing for pain.
I stroked her back as I pushed up her skirt and lowered her panties down to her knees. Gently caressing her ass, I lifted my hand, as though to strike. I didn’t. Instead, I moved it slightly down and cupped her pussy.
Charli’s gasp was as soft as it was satisfying. I was playing with her, but it also made things more fun. Her work was impeccable, more than worthy of a reward.
“Pussy or ass, Pet?” I asked, gently fingering her.
“Pussy, please, Master.”
Her voice was steady and clear. Our training had obliterated any inhibitions she might have had. She followed my lead, as was corr
ect for her role but still knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to say so.
Unzipping my pants, I stroked my cock the length of her pussy, trying to warm her up and get her ready before easing into her. Our bodies came together in a warm, sweet union, and I softly pumped her pussy until we reached the heights of ecstasy in unison.
Chapter 15 - Charli
Every cell in my body hummed. Over the past month, we’d stopped occasionally to eat and for other essentials, but when work didn’t take up our time, we had fucked all night.
Max was insatiable, taking me again and again in positions I didn’t even know existed. He seemed to steer clear of my asshole. But nearly every other way two bodies could meet in erotic ecstasy we tried.
Max led, as was only correct. Though he did often ask me what I wanted and if what we were doing felt good. Everything felt out of this world amazing. All of it. It was a bit of a disappointment when we fell asleep.
I stirred in his arms. The most beautiful ache between my legs as it recovered from the wonders of Max’s cock. Careful not to wake him, I moved gently away. No sooner did my bare feet touch the cold floor than my phone went off. It was in my bag, which helped muffle the sound, but something had to be done before disaster struck. Max had been so wonderful. The least I could do was let him sleep as long as he wanted.
The call was from an unknown number, but before I could answer, it stopped ringing. A few seconds later, my phone alerted me to a voicemail. I listened. An automated voice said to check my email for lifechanging news.
Curious, I went to my mail and opened the new message. There was a video link. I knew it was strange. It was so odd that it couldn’t be anything good, but I still opened and clicked play on the video that popped up.
It was difficult to know which came first. Both came on so quickly. It seemed like it was the tears first, then the vomit. The space from the bed to the bathroom seemed like both the shortest and the longest distance in the world. Making it to the toilet in time to avoid an unfortunate mishap, I just let it come.
