She slid her underwear off and smiled as the cold air wrapped around her slender body, knowing he could walk in at any moment. Her Master never knocked. She was his. And there should never be anything to hide when she takes her bath.
She stepped into the bath and leant back, her legs draped over the sides as she closed her eyes and bathed in the warmth. Thoughts of her Master flooding her mind as she felt her clit throb in the water.
"Little girl?" His voice was a sudden awakening on the other side of the door. "I’ve left something outside the door. I want you clean, freshly shaven and wearing it and in the bedroom in fifteen minutes. Hair in pigtails."
Her heart hammered against her chest with excitement. What could it be? He would usually come right in.. This was unusual.
"Yes Sir." Her smile was evident in her voice and she sat up, quickly, the water swilling around her naked flesh. She had no idea what was in store for her, but the excitement of the unknown overwhelmed her.
She washed thoroughly, the smell of strawberries and cream filled the room. It was her favourite. Her body glistened in the dim bathroom light and she purred as her hand slipped between her legs and washed her haven. She looked to the door for a moment, listening out, before spreading her lips and running a finger over her already throbbing clit. So smooth and swollen.. One touch surely wouldn’t be noticeable?
She shaved carefully and sat on the edge of the bath, sliding her hand down her smooth mound and biting her lip. She was so ready. So wet. So hot. Again she listened, before sliding her fingers around her clit slowly, her legs wide. “Mmm.” She gasped as the moan escaped from her lips and closed her eyes tight. Hoping it went unnoticed. And apparently, it had.
She shook her head, thinking to herself ‘he’ll know. He always knows,’ as she got out of the bath and slipped the towel around her. She looked up into the mirror, a little flushed and tied her hair in pigtails, before applying a blood red shade of lipstick. ‘That’ll be the colour of your arse if he finds out what you’ve just done!’ She fought against her conscience before opening the door slowly, to find a little school girl outfit laid neatly on the chair outside the batbroom.
She picked up the skirt and smiled, dropping the towel and slipping it on. ‘Fuck, that’s short!’ It barely covered her pert backside. Next, the blouse, two sizes too small and barely covering her breasts. She smiled down at herself and sat on the chair, sliding the white hold ups over her silky smooth legs. He knew how to make her feel sexy. He knew how much this turned her on.
She picked up her heels and slid them on, knowing exactly why he’d picked them, and began walking to the bedroom, where he, her Master, would be waiting patiently..
She reached the bedroom door and shifted in her heels nervously. No panties and a very wet little cunt. She was going to be in so much trouble. Knock knock knock…. “May I come in Sir?” Her voice was weak in anticipation of what was to come. What was he about to do to her? Would his plans change if he knew what she had done?
"Come in, little girl." His voice echoed through the door and hit her hard. That burning desire in the pit of her stomach ached terribly. She opened the door and entered.
As she closed the door behind her, she looked down at the floor, hands held together behind her back and waited for his instruction. She could feel his stare scolding into her as he sat opposite the door in his chair. Everything was strategically placed. The chair, the bed, the mirrored wardrobe across from the bed. It was perfect.
"Look at me little girl." Oh GOD, that voice.
Her heart fluttered in time with the butterflies in her stomach as she met his gaze. She blushed a little, fiddling with the hem of her skirt. “Is this what you wanted Si-”
She was interrupted by a stern tone in his voice now. “You will speak when I ask you to little girl, do I make myself clear?”
"Yes Sir." Her voice was quieter still. The room was electric. Intimidating.
"Turn to face the door and bend down. Do not move unless I say. Understood?"
She turned, facing the door, her legs spread enough for her haven to be fully accessible to its owner. She felt him approach, watched as he knelt down behind her and slid a single finger from her tiny ass hole, down to her clit. “Have you been playing little girl???”
Her heart stopped. ‘FUCK!!’
Her silence was met with a hard slap to the backside. And her squeal of surprise. “No Sir. I haven’t!” As soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted them. ‘Why did you lie?! Tell him!’
He stood behind her and slapped her arse again. “COUNT!”
"One Sir.." smack "two Sir.." smack! "Three Sir!" Smack smack smack…
Her voice broke as the welts formed on her backside. His handprints all over her. It burned but god it felt amazing.
"Now, I’ll ask you again little girl. Did you play?" He growled over her.
"Please Sir. I’m sorry!!" She squealed as he struck her again. Harder.
He spanked her relentlessly for five minutes until her arse was red raw and burning before suddenly slamming his cock inside her soaking hole and fucking her hard until she squirted over him. Again and again. Leaving her pumped full of his hot cum, without cuddles and without his warmth to sleep beside.
She’d learnt never to disobey him again.
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