Chapter 2

The morning after, Nic was so excited he woke up well before 9 am. What if she didn’t come? He wasn’t quite sure what he would do. At two minutes to 9, he heard the door open quietly and someone coming into his apartment. He lay there, listening to the sounds from the his kitchen. He heard the frying pan, he smelled bacon and he could hear the water boil. It would seem she was doing her job. After a while he heard her movements stop and the room go quiet.

He knew she was done, and that she would now be waiting on her knees on the floor like he had told her, but he wanted to wait it out a bit. Perhaps she would break orders and come and wake him up? Or maybe she would get up and walk around, breaking the rules? Or maybe even, she would leave?

After about ten minutes he got up and made his way to the kitchen without dressing. And there, on the kitchen floor, on her knees, with her eyes down on the floor, she was. His naked beauty. She had medium length, blonde hair that ran slightly past her shoulders. Her frame was quite small, and her boobs would fill B cups well, but perhaps look small in C cups. He couldn’t see her eyes, but he knew those beautiful stormy blue eyes were looking at his feet now.

She sat with her legs tight together, resting that gorgeous ass on her heels and feet. When he came in, he didn’t say a word. Without looking at her, he walked over to the table and sat down. There were scrambled eggs, a few slices of toast with butter on the side, a few tomatoes on the side and some bacon, a pot of tea and some orange juice. He poured some tea into the cup that was prepared and instantly saw her fault.

She had probably prepared the tea as the last thing, then sat down to wait for him. In the 10 minutes that he had made her wait she had left the tea leaves in the tea, and it was now almost completely opaque and undrinkable. He took a small sip, and indeed, the tea was unbearably bitter.

He pushed his chair back from the table and, in a calm voice said: “Come here and put yourself over my lap,” She didn’t respond immediately, probably confused about why, but then she moved and came over to him. She walked up to his left side and lay over his lap so that he ass was sticking out and her boobs were pressing into his thighs.

“Other side! You stupid slut, I’m right handed. Move to the other side,” he said, wanting to see how she reacted to degrading speech. Without giving any further reaction, she got up and came to the right side. He was liking this. Her obedient nature was shining through.

When she was firmly placed on his lap, he let his hand roam over her ass with one specific purpose, and to his delight, he found it. The buttplug was indeed firmly placed in her ass just like he had ordered her to. He took a hold of the base of it and pulled it out a bit. She made the first sound of the day and let out a little yelp. That told him it had been in there for quite a while, because her muscles had adjusted to the slimmer base, rather than having just been stretched for the widest part.

“You shouldn’t have left the tea leaves in the water while waiting for me. Don’t you know how to make tea, bitch?” he said very quietly, yanking her hair up and back at ‘bitch’, forcing her to arch her neck back.. Then he placed put his hand on her ass again and

*SMACK*

“AAAAUUUGH!” she screamed out as he gave her the first strike.

“Did I tell you to make a sound?” he asked her rhetorically, “You are going to shut up for 10 strikes, each time you make a sound, the strike doesn’t count. You need to learn to be quiet, obedient and take your punishment like a good slave,”

He raised his hand again and let it come down on the same cheek, hard. This time she didn’t make any sound, but he could feel her jump when he hit her. For another three strikes she shut up, but on when he, still on the same cheek, hit her for the fifth counting strike, she yelped and jumped. Half of her ass was flaming red by now.

“Well, that doesn’t count then.”

“Five!” he said when he hit the first strike, this time on the other side of her ass. Through another couple of strikes she shut up and took her spanking, but on the eighth she let out a long pained scream.

“AAAUUUGH! I’m sorry, Master, I can’t do it,” she said, weakly.

He hit her again, but every time she screamed.

“I’m sorry… I can’t!”

“Very well, but I’m going to finish up your last two strikes,” he said, and she let out a sigh of relief. She thought he would let her go that easily. He struck each cheek this time at full power, and she screamed out on both.

“What do we say when someone gives you something?” he asked her, as if talking to a child.

“Thank you … Master” came the reply quietly and somewhat shaking, hesitating on master. Her ass was crimson red and when he rested his hand on it, she jumped. The tormented skin was radiating heat and she started squirming when he rubbed her hand on her sensitive cheeks.

“You didn’t take your punishment like you were supposed to, and we have to compensate for that.