“If you don’t shut up, you will be eating this out of the lid on the ground. Open up.” Master’s eyes were dancing, but I knew he was good on this threat.
I opened my mouth and Master spooned some coffee ice cream into my mouth. We were the only customers sitting outside the ice cream shop. The night was ridiculously hot and all of Evelyn’s Fine Ice Cream customers were soaking up the A/C inside.
After dinner, Master had said he wanted to give me a refresher on how to follow directions. I was delighted at the news. Master’s lessons, while sometimes painful, always made me feel closer to him. When he told me to get the car keys, I felt a little nervous. I handed them to him and he told me to smile. Then he told me to get the plug, the lube and the hairbrush. I brought these to him and told me to bend over and touch my toes.
As my skirt rode up my thighs, I anticipated the sting of the hairbrush on my ass. He placed his hand on the small of my back and ran the brush over my cheeks.
“I want you to remember the sting when we are out tonight, Pet. “ The muffled crack of the hairbrush spank over my skirt rang out. “No one else will know (SMACK!) that you have been paddled (SMACK!) (SMACK!) (SMACK!) with a hairbrush (SMACK!) by your master (SMACK!) but you (SMACK!) (SMACK!) and me(SMACK!) (SMACK!) (SMACK!) (SMACK!).” He lifted my skirt up and rubbed my pinkened ass. He prepared the plug and pressed it inside. I moaned in pleasure as the plug found its home.
I expected him to lower the skirt, but instead I felt the cool back of the brush. “Hold on, Pet. The color is nice, but it is not as rich as I want. (SMACK!) (SMACK!) (SMACK!) (SMACK!) (SMACK!) (SMACK!) (SMACK!) (SMACK!) (SMACK!) (SMACK!)
I lost my breath as the blows came over and over. I clenched the plug as he smacked my ass cheeks and thighs. He grasped me around my waist as he continued. I was on the verge of tears when he stopped suddenly. He pushed on the plug to make sure it was still secure inside my rectum. He lifted me up and I started to grind against him.
“Later,” he said. “First: ice cream.”
Master had made me sit outside while he ordered. When he came out with a single half pint, I was confused, but now I felt joyful and horny. I watched him enjoy his ice cream and memorized the forceful way he pressed his spoon into the container, curve of his wrist, the flash of delight that spread across his face when the ice cream hit his tongue. The way he lapped and licked his spoon clean reminded me of the way he lapped my clit. I smiled at the thought.
He gazed into my eyes as he ate. At random intervals, he pushed a spoonful up to my lips. I couldn’t eat it until he said, “open.” I had learned this rule after I had mistakenly opened my mouth the first time he presented the ice cream. He removed the spoon and told me to hold out my hand, which he quickly slapped. “Wait for permission, Pet. You need to learn how to wait for your Master’s commands,” he had said.
I purred my understanding.
I leaned in to him. “I wish I could suck your cock right here,” I said.
He smiled. “Come on, Trouble. Let’s head back.”
***
Master wanted me to drive. I sat gingerly and hiked my skirt up as he had trained me to do. Master enjoyed fingering me or pinching and twisting my clit in the car. It was my responsibility to make sure he could access my pussy. I had balked the first time because I felt so exposed. After Master explained to me that my comfort was far secondary to his preference, I began to understand. When he reinforced the message at home with the cat and cornertime, I learned the lesson.
As I made the turn to go home, Master reached over and slapped my right tit.
“Auuuggh,” I moaned and laughed at the shock.
“Did I tell you to go home?” Master asked.
“No, Master,” I said.
“You need to listen and wait for Master’s commands. I have had to repeat this tonight and you know how much I hate repeating myself.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Drive.”
“Yes, Master.”
I drove, following Master’s instructions, until we reached a road I had never driven down.
“Keep going,” he said. It was the driveway to a stable, I began to gather, but I saw no other cars around. After the sounds of the city began to dim, Master told me to turn off the car.
“Come around to Master’s door and open it,” he told me.
The humidity clung to my skin as I moved as quickly to his side as I could.
“Kneel on this. You have made me very excited tonight, Slut, both by your obedience and your disobedience. I can see you are coming along, but I know you have so far to go. I’m hard, Pet and you will suck me dry.”
I practically jumped up and down and clapped my hands at his words.
“If you let that plug fall out of that tight ass, though, slave, I will stripe your ass with a switch from the woods behind you. It will hurt. Do you understand?”
That sobered me. “Yes, Master.”
He set the towel on the ground and I knelt. It took a lot of concentration to keep the plug in place, but when I rested my hips back against my heels, I could manage it. He leaned forward and I nuzzled my face in his crotch. I pressed my face against his hardening cock and searched for his zipper with my teeth. He unzipped and pulled his prize out for me. I ran my face along it.
“Open,” he said.
***
The next few days were tough as Master was busy with work. I distracted myself with shopping and keeping up the apartment. Master called me and told me to meet him at work. I had to tell myself not to speed as I sped to him. I stood on his doorstep in a skimpy top and tight denim skirt. I was grateful for the hour—the dusky light wrapped around me. He opened the door and pulled me inside with one smooth movement. I shuffled across the threshold and smiled into his face. He raked his eyes over my skin and growled, “Get out of your clothes.”
“But—“
He grasped my chin. “I mean now, Slut,” he said and crossed his arms as I shed my clothes. I wasn’t angry, exactly, but I felt uncomfortable. I had wanted to garner his approval with the clothes I had chosen to wear for him and here he was impatiently waiting for me to strip out of them–and in his office, no less. My face must have betrayed my attitude because Master grasped the back of my neck. I felt electricity shoot down my spine. “March,” he said and I walked through the office. I paused at the backdoor, but he pushed it open.
My heart was in my throat. I was standing in my heels on the back porch. I had often fantasied about being punished outside, but I had never shared that fantasy with my master. Somehow he knew or he wanted it, too.
“Step over there and put your arms on that ledge,” he said.
I walked across the deck and set my arms on the ledge. I looked out into pine tree branches and heard inarticulate TV sounds and office equipment. I felt his hand in the small of my back and then I felt a cool unfamiliar implement resting against my ass. He ran it slowly across my ass cheeks and then began tapping it gently. I realized that it was a frat paddle as he pulled it away and before he laid the first stroke down. At the contact, my knees buckled and I forced myself to stand back up. I moaned as he rested it again against my tingling ass cheeks. I was surprised at the intensity of the pain. I felt him beside me and I reached out to hold his arm.
He held me steady with his arm against the top of my chest. I lay my head against his shoulder as he laid in to a second stroke and a third and a fourth. I moaned and clutched at him.
He nuzzled my ear and I turned my mouth to meet his. I turned into the kiss as he pressed his tongue deeper into my mouth. I felt myself turn to hot jelly as he pulled me down with him onto a chaise lounge. I ground against his hard on through his shorts. I grasped at it and looked into his eyes for permission. He didn’t stop me and so I unzipped him and I pulled out his perfect cock. I grasped the treasure in both hands and lowered myself onto it. Master grasped my flaming ass cheeks and I stifled a scream. I looked down into his playful smile and swooned once more.
“Hold ‘em apart for me, pet,” he said. I reached back and did as he said as I rocked up and down on his rigid pole. He began to stroke his finger against my tight hole and it made me bounce faster on his demanding cock. I looked into his eyes as he pressed his fingers deep inside my asshole. The mixture of pain and pleasure made me dizzy. I squeezed his cock inside as tightly as I could. I stared into his inky eyes and kissed his temple. He blessed my pussy with his cum. I collapsed with his fingers inside my ass and his cock throbbing inside my ever-hungry cunt.
I heard the rain drops pelting the roof before I felt them on my body—the initial fat harbingers of a downpour. We reluctantly unwound ourselves and retreated inside.
