He squatted in front of her, his legs spread wide, the outline of his hard cock pressed at the seam of his pants. She fought against the urge to drag her fingernail along the synthetic material, teasing every vein and ridge of his penis.
But as was normal, her Master didn’t miss her intent. “Hands to yourself, pet.”
Her face flushed as she nodded.
He pulled harshly on her nipples, pinching the tightened buds. “Very pretty. My milk maid has some very fine tits. We’ll play with your milk later, girl.” His large hands slapped each of the dangling globes, his pupils dilated with a hint of a smile curving his lip slightly. Smooshing the breasts together, he abruptly let go, watching them wobble and sway.
Blythe, of course, couldn’t keep her eyes away from his crotch. The twitching jerk of his dick visible behind his pants caused her pussy to spasm, seeking the fullness of his abnormally large appendage.
Abruptly standing, he commanded, “Come along.”
She did her best to heel, as trained, and kept her thighs spread enough, preventing her labia from rubbing along her very sensitive clit, thereby causing an unapproved, spontaneous orgasm.
Blythe swore she’d never adjusted to him parading her through the house. Her humiliation and degradation were on public display…and no doubt fueled gossip amongst the staff.
“She’s been particularly headstrong and ungovernable today, Master.” Ganza scowled at Blythe, whose gut reaction was to stick her tongue out at her nanny. A bit immature—for even her—but she refrained, knowing that he’d have Ganza paddle her immediately, which would not detract one iota from the whipping she’d receive later.
“That she has, Nanny. Incorrigible is a good word for her today. She knows the rules and purposefully disobeyed them to steal some besloor.” He tsked loudly.
Christ, how he loved that damn rebuke. Blythe found herself ruing the day she’d taught him that.
Xan continued, “I see you’ve made your mark on her, or so to speak, and I too shall be making a firm impression. First, she has to pee in the backyard. Cook, please delay dinner for another hour, if you don’t mind.”
Agnes responded politely. “It is no problem at all, Sir. The rascally brat needs her comeuppance, and we’ll all breathe a bit easier when she’s subdued again.”
Damn, that woman!
“Oh, really?” He cleared his throat, jerking on Blythe’s leash.
She lifted her gaze to his dark, angry eyes, fearing what this meant for the rest of her evening.
“Sit up.”
Blythe sat on her heels, arms clasped behind her back, not taking her gaze away from his, although she’d have loved nothing more than to send some daggers from her eyes toward the fucking cook.
“Let me address this with all of you since everyone is present for my bad girl’s walk of shame. If any of you—and I do mean any of you—sees Blythe slipping in her submission, a rise of defiance, and any attitude or behavior that is not to my, or your, liking, you’re to report it to me immediately. Her submission is a household issue. Although her objective is to meet my demands and please me at all times, you’re all part of my immediate circle, and if she treats anyone with anything but respect, I’m to be notified immediately. Understand?” He looked each employee in the face.
“Yes, Sir,” they all mumbled in unison.
“Agnes, first, I’m not upset, but can you explain to me what you witnessed that made you feel Blythe’s behavior has been not up to standard, and why you feel that others, not just you would breathe easier with some of the defiance whipped out of my pet?” Looking over his shoulder at Blythe, he slipped his hand from the leash, holding it more as a doubled over strap, causing her to shift in nervousness, her juices pooling at the entrance of her sex.
Why does this make me drip every single time?
“Well, Sir, she rolls her eyes often at us and takes her sweet time obeying a request, or even an order. And sometimes, Sir, she’ll refuse to look at us or respond to a request, and we have to appeal to Ganza or Billex to encourage her obedience.” Agnes tilted her chin up and narrowed her eyes toward Blythe.
Xan raised his eyebrows, looking truly shocked. He turned his attention to his nurse and butler. “Is what she speaks of the truth?”
Ganza momentarily wrung her hands before responding, “Well, yes, Sir. She’s done it a couple of times this week…maybe more.”
“We’ll discuss this later. I’m disappointed.” Inquiring silently, Xan inclined his head toward Billex.
“Well, Sir, she’s usually a very good girl for me. But I’ve been called to assist Cook and one of the cleaning staff with her attitude this week alone. I wanted to give her a reprieve because it’s not usually a normal response, in my opinion. I apologize for not informing you sooner.”
Xan shook his head, pivoting to face Blythe. “Keep that chin up.” He then burrowed his dark gaze into her, his jaw flexing in anger, all the while slapping the leash against his thigh.
If Blythe was feeling an urgency to void before, it was now almost impossible to hold her water. Her body trembled, her bell tinkling slightly.
“You’re in for a hell of a blistering, girl.”
She nodded resolutely.
“If there is anything else that needs to be confessed, now is the time. All of you.”
He was greeted with stone silence. Xan’s grim countenance had immobilized everyone. They barely breathed in his presence.
“You’ll be punished in front of the staff. You’ll be disrespected as you’ve disrespected them.”
With no further communication, he jerked on her leash. She went into position and heeled with him outside. It was dark already and the dew had settled on the ground. Blythe’s knees and hands were now wet and cold with it.
Much to her chagrin, Xan stopped in front of the kitchen window where all the staff were watched in hopes of catching a glimpse of Blythe’s degradation. Well, this was their lucky day, because her master appeared to be in just the mood to debase her publicly.
Staring at the wet ground covered in a moss like growth, not quite grass, she waited on all fours for his order.
“Turn and face the window.”
First, she looked at his face. No doubt hers was aghast. Second, she looked over at the servants, her nanny, and butler. The mortification that filled her body had her rooted to the spot.
He fisted his mammoth hand in her hair, gripping it so tightly the burn had her screeching, her eyes filling with tears.
“Ow! Oh…oh God!”
“When I say move, you move, girl. My orders aren’t child’s play—or something you only follow when you’re good and ready. Your compliance isn’t just desired; it is demanded!”
With a brutal jerk of her head, no doubt a clump of hair ripped out to boot, he left her in a heap facing the house. “Rise up onto your haunches, legs spread. I want them all seeing that cunt.”
Dear God!
She balanced on her feet, her knees up, her thighs pressed tightly to her chest. Blythe wrapped her arms around her legs, her body shaking more in embarrassment than cold. A cool breeze brushed against the wet inner furls of her sex, her juices dripping in a worrisome and perplexing manner.
Why? Why does my body betray me? Now of all times.
“Hurry up and piss, girl. I’m hungry, and I have much to do with you before my belly will be filled with dinner.”
Holding her white tail up, she closed her eyes to the intense stares of others, willing herself to release her bladder. In but a short time, the hiss of her urine leaving her body could be heard, the steam rising when it met the cold earth, and, of course, after waiting for relief for such an extended period, it felt like her piss would never end. The stream snaked through the dirt before her, puddling just a couple of feet away. Watching the evidence of her shame making an obvious pool for all to see affected her worse than the act itself. Her tears fell unbidden down her cheeks, drenching her neck.
It was when she sniffled that Xan l
eaned around to peek at her. “I know the debasement stings, pet, which is why I’m doing it. You’ll respect my staff in the future, yes?”
“Y-yes, Sir.”
“Come, let’s get you inside for your spanking.”
Chapter Nine
Xan walked slowly toward the house, his conscience wearing on him. As much as he loved punishing Blythe’s soft, round bottom, and loved watching the plump flesh wobble with each swat, turning pink and then a pleasant—albeit very sore—red backside, he hated to see her sadness. Her tears excited him—always had since the day she arrived at his house. Something about those generous droplets trekking down her cheeks, her nose turning pink and that puffy bottom lip quivering sent his cock to throbbing. But her sadness, her sobbing, tugged on his heartstrings.
Causing the sadness of his girl and being the one wielding the implement of her torture came with great responsibility. He had to bring her just over the brink of her tolerance, not far enough to break her spirit. Xan adored her spirit, her intelligence, and quick whit. He wanted nothing to interfere with that part of her. His only goal was for her to learn how to curb it. How to refrain from blurting out her sarcasm and biting insults, but he wished to engage her in intelligent repartee.
But to bring her past her tolerance, watching her body melt in submission, no longer fighting, quietly sobbing, and her cries for mercy, were all indicators of a punishment brought to its fullness. It was when those three things converged that he knew a lesson had been learned and she’d do anything to avoid the near occasion again.
He knew that spreading her cunt wide to the purview to the staff would be remembered with disdain, and she’d be shielding her eyes from them for weeks imagining them seeing her inner ruffles and her honey dripping to the ground in arousal. It was one thing for her Master and captor to know her weakness, but another thing to know her secret had been unveiled, and even though she should see being a pet as demeaning, instead she found it pleasing and more than that arousing.
And I couldn’t be happier about it!
With his penis within his pants pressed firmly against the seam, just hearing her bell jingling, signaling she was on her way back to the house. Xan chanced a peek over his shoulder, her hefty globes sashaying, her nipples elongated and pebbled—more than likely from the cold and her arousal. Xan vowed he would suckle at those breasts tonight, drinking her warm milk before slumbering.
He drew a deep breath, steeling himself for the task at hand. Swinging the door wide, he let his pet enter first, her white tail swishing softly along the gentle curves of her ass. He swore her ass was made for fucking—full cheeks, ample enough to grab the excess in his fists, gripping her tightly as he slammed his cock into her, taking her to the hilt.
Christ, Xan, focus! You’re meting out a sound ass beating! The fucking is for later.
“You will all stay where you are. I’m going to punish Blythe for her disobedience and disrespect shown to you all this afternoon.”
He unsnapped her leash, leaving on her collar and tail on. “Rise and stand over here.”
She clambered up, her nerves making her movements shakier than he’d prefer, but he was willing to forgive it graciously.
“Spread your legs wide, hands on your ankles. If you move your feet, the soles of each will be switched, and then you’ll hold the switch between your arches. Clear?” He patted her haunch as she struggled to widen her legs to the distance he fancied.
“Y-yes, Sir. I…I may fall over, Master.”
“Better not.” He didn’t add to the statement; he didn’t need to. She knew the penalty for not holding to the letter of the law.
Abject obedience.
A strangled sob erupted from her throat, making his chest tighten slightly.
Poor girl.
After all, this was the mother of his child. The woman who had his initials tattooed on her labia. This is the woman who pledged her loyalty to him. And even though he thought he’d never find love, he’d fallen completely head over heels with this woman. He swore there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t give her. But that didn’t mean he’d tolerate a spoiled woman either. The smooth running of his household had been important to him for many, many years before Blythe came into the fold, and she’d learn that order and respect didn’t just hold to him, but to his staff as well.
He had a lesson to teach, and he meant to teach it very well.
Once her legs were wide, he barked, “Put the palm of your hands on the inside of each knee and keep them open.”
With his left hand bracing her left hip, his right hand relentlessly slapped her inner thigh, turning the skin a bright red rather quickly. It always amazed him how fast she turned red. Between her sensitive, very white freckled skin along with her red hair, it didn’t take long for her skin to inflame.
Blythe sputtered unintelligible words, her cries increasing in pitch.
So when he switched hips, and his left hand proceeded to give the same treatment to the right thigh, she stumbled a bit, catching herself and keeping herself on the soles of her feet, not falling. Pride filled his chest, but at the same time, it was also filled with disappointment that he couldn’t go to the next level of discipline with her.
Another day.
He slapped her soft skin vigorously, the slaps echoing in the kitchen, his staff murmuring behind him. Blythe dug her finger nails into her skin, her knuckles turning white with the force of her clutch.
“Every time you walk for the next couple days, you’ll remember what happens when you walk around the house without permission. You were ordered by your nanny to stay in bed for your nap, were you not?” He slapped the top of her thigh near the lips of her pussy, eliciting a high pitched keening.
“Y-Yes! I’m…so s-sorry.”
“You’ll stay in position while I prepare for the next phase.”
She waited pitifully while he went to the utensil drawer, pulling out a slotted spoon, slapping it thoughtfully on the palm of his hand, waiting until his girl had composed herself again.
The staff were completely silent; their discomfort could be felt. None of them could make eye contact with him, some coughed into their hands, and even others took deep breaths while waiting.
“You’ll now be spanked for deciding on your own that you deserved a treat, for stealing what wasn’t yours, for sneaking around the house to the kitchen, and for sneaking into the den as well.” He tapped the hard, black spoon to her still-pink backside. He knew he wouldn’t be able to give too many of these with her bottom already marked from the paddle.
He swung his arm out and crashed it into her cheeks, moving quickly from left to right, and up and down each buttock. Mercifully, he did the paddling with light, quick flicks of his wrist.
Blythe danced on the tips of her toes, her hands waving to the side of her, knowing better than to reach back, but definitely not following his rules of decorum.
“Where do those hands belong?” He put a harsh edge to his voice, the rumble he had no doubt making her jump.
Her hands immediately went to her ankles again, her legs trembling.
Xan stayed his hand, handing the spoon over to Agnes, and he then rubbed her buttocks briskly, hoping to ease the sting as much as possible.
Her hands swiped at her nose and eyes, doing her best to clean her face.
“Turn around and apologize to Ganza.”
She slowly rose, the whole of her shaking, her face flushed. He swore she never looked sexier with her red nose and eyes; he loved the vulnerability and innocence that was restored to her demeanor with a sound spanking.
“I’m s-so sorry, Ganza. I w-won’t leave my b-bed again. P-promise.” The hiccups racked her body.
He pulled her into his chest, enveloping her in his embrace. “Poor girl. My poor, poor girl.” He cooed and rubbed her back, her tears wetting his shirt. He’d be glad when this was over and he could just hold her again, their dynamic adjusted and all forgiven between them.
Her crying had stopped, bu
t a random hiccup overtook her.
It was time. “Okay, Blythe, bend back over. Legs wide. This is for the disrespect, for going into my den, covering the cameras, and disrespecting the staff in the house. It will be severe, pet. It has to be.”
His hands went to his waist, and he slowly undid his belt.
Blythe’s eyes widened, her pupils dilating and she stared, afraid and riveted to the process of unthreading it from his pants. He doubled it, palming the buckle, and with a wave of the looped belt, he pointed to the spot on the floor still wet with the tears of first two spankings.
She nodded, shuffling to the spot, widening her legs again and gripping her ankles tightly with each hand.
Xan, feeling benevolent, wrapped his arm around her waist, tucking her against his thigh. He waited for her to relax, her back no longer tense. He then lashed the leather against her very red skin, already marked by the paddle this afternoon, doing his best to avoid the paddle marks, but in some areas, it was unavoidable. It wouldn’t take many to turn her into a very contrite girl, and he had no plans or intentions of taking her more than one swat past it either.
After less than a dozen swaths of fire, she’d succumbed to the pain, her body going limp with her forlorn wails filling the kitchen.
He tossed the belt to the floor, the buckle clattering loudly, and he leaned down scooping her up into his arms, she weighed nothing it seemed, and she turned toward him.
After all the pain and shame she’d endured, she turned her nose into his neck, finding refuge in him. The devotion humbled him and made him adore her that much more. A woman who submitted had no idea that the dominant man would give her anything her heart desired—the trust and love of a good woman made him a better man, her protector securing his loyalty forever.
“I believe my girl has paid the price of her sins. You’ll all find her to be the good girl I know she is, but if the naughty girl rises again, you are all ordered to inform me immediately. Now I’m taking my good girl to bed.”
“Good night, Sir,” they all mumbled in unison.
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