by Laney Rogers
“Get back to bed, sub, and remember what happens when you don’t do as you’re told.”
His tone was full of fun, but his expression left me in no doubt as to who would make the decision about whether I was dressed or not.
Chapter Eight
I woke a few hours later feeling rested and refreshed. Thankfully, the headache had gone and my cheek, although sore, had stopped throbbing. I realized Steve must have slept next to me at some point in the night. The pillows on the other side of the bed were dented and the covers thrown back. I stretched, wondering if he was as hungry as I was, and then I remembered. Shit. I was fixing breakfast—naked.
I decided I couldn’t dwell on what my state of dress, or lack thereof, for the rest of the day. Right now was enough to deal with. It was something about being naked in the daylight, with Steve fully dressed, that was too humiliating.
Slipping out of bed, and keeping his tee shirt on, I used the bathroom then crept downstairs, padding silently to the kitchen. There was no sign of Steve, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe I could get away with this part.
I crept to the fridge and found eggs, milk and a pack of bacon. It took a while to locate all the things I needed, especially while trying to make no noise in case he was nearby, like working in his office or something. But eventually, with everything gathered, I whisked the eggs and milk together, cringing at the sound it made.
Just as I began to pull strips of bacon out of the packet and put them in the frying pan, someone cleared their throat behind me. I yelped and spun round, clutching the pack of bacon to my chest. Steve was standing near the doorway, arms crossed and eyebrows raised.
“What do you think is going through my mind right now?” he asked me, his voice calm and even.
I stared back at him, wishing I could turn the clock back and start my day again. Naked. Then something he was holding caught my eye, and my heart skipped a beat. It was the large wooden spoon I’d taken out of the drawer. Oh my God.
I answered his question, nervously, hoping I was going to be wrong, “You’re going to spank me for having my clothes on. I’m really sorry, Sir, honestly I am. I just wanted to treat you to a great breakfast, to thank you for everything you did for me yesterday. I can take everything off now, and I’ll stay naked, I promise.”
Even I could tell I was rambling, and I definitely was not doing a good job of it. I tried again. “The only reason I kept the tee shirt on was so I wouldn’t get burned if the bacon spat up at me, Sir.”
I saw a flicker of a smile cross his face, and then disappear. “You are digging the hole deeper and deeper, sub. Maybe I should give you two extra swats for feeding me such a line of bullshit. Tell me, what is that, hanging over there?”
I followed his finger and saw, to my dismay, the kind of BBQ apron someone would wear while they were cooking. “An apron, Sir,” I replied miserably.
He walked to the table and took a seat on one of the large, wooden chairs. “Come here, Liza.”
I swallowed and crossed the kitchen to stand right in front of him.
“I’m sorry, Sir, really, I’ll—”
“Silence, sub.”
His voice was harsh and I immediately stopped talking. He really was pissed.
“You appear to be having trouble taking orders from me, and my patience is at an end. I make the rules here, and you need to obey them without question. I gave you some slack after your ordeal at work, but you told me last night that you would like to take things a day at a time and see what happens.”
He studied me closely. “This is what happens. You have deliberately disobeyed me and I am going to punish you. Bend over, Liza.”
I knew that I had no choice but to do as I was told, so I bent over his lap and felt the tee shirt rise as I did so. He slid me further over his legs until my ass stuck right up in the air.
Unbelievably, a pulse throbbed in my pussy as I lay there, waiting for my punishment.
“You will count, sub,” he ordered.
“Yes, Sir.”
He lifted the tee shirt right up around my waist and then brought the spoon down on my ass. The first swat was not too bad.
“One,” I said.
It came down again. “Two.”
He spanked me harder.
“Three,” I gasped.
The spoon hurt so much more than his hand, and I held back tears as it came down relentlessly three more times.
By six, my ass was on fire.
“Ow, seven! I won’t disobey you again, I promise Sir,” I pleaded. “I’m really sorry.”
“Very well, that was a nice apology.” He stopped and laid the spoon on the table. Gently, he rubbed my throbbing bottom and I winced as his hand caressed my stinging cheeks. After a minute or so, the throbbing eased, and as I lay limp over my Dom’s lap, I decided I would never disobey him again.
“Stand up and bend over the table,” he said.
I struggled off his knees and bent over the oak table, bracing myself for more. I didn’t understand why he’d agreed to stop when I apologized if he was going to continue to punish me, just over the table instead.
“Spread your legs, sub.”
I did as I was told and jumped when I felt his fingers slide into my folds, so obviously wet with my desire; I blushed, knowing that he would see how turned on I was.
“You took your punishment well, Liza. You are forgiven,” he said. “Now, tell me the truth. How much do you like it when I punish you?”
I knew the evidence of my wetness would speak for itself, but I had to give him an answer. “I like it a lot, Sir,” I whispered. I was sure I blushed a deep red, as I felt the heat in my face.
“Good girl for being so honest with me. Maybe the daily spanking I mentioned before should be first thing in the morning, with breakfast. What a great way to start the working day.”
For him, possibly, but my poor ass was in for a rough time. What I couldn’t get my head around, though, was how I could dread the thought of a spanking, but have that thought immediately replaced by excitement.
All thoughts disappeared when his fingers slid forward and found my clit, swollen with need, and I moaned softly as he rubbed my own juices over it. When he took away his hand, I groaned with displeasure, and then let out a yelp as his hand immediately slapped my thigh, hard.
“You don’t get to complain when I move my hand away, sub. Stand up and take off the tee shirt.”
I stood up and pulled it over my head, placing it on the table beside him. Shit, I just couldn’t do anything right today.
He took my wrist and led me, naked, to a corner of the kitchen. “You will stand here, in this corner, nose to the wall, until I say otherwise. Do I make myself clear?” His voice was cold and stern as he stood aside.
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Standing in the corner was what naughty children were told to do in old-fashioned storybooks. This was ridiculous.
I risked a glance at him, and his hard, determined face instantly told me it was not only going to happen in books. I opened my mouth then closed it again.
“Good call,” he remarked drily. “Now, stand still until I return.”
I stood facing the wall, listening to his footsteps recede. I was angry, there was no denying it, but as I stood there, and the minutes ticked by, my anger dissipated, and instead, I could feel arousal taking its place. It felt like I was giving up another piece of my control, that, until recently, I had had all to myself. I was beginning to accept that letting this man dominate me was everything I wanted and desired.
My senses working overtime, I heard him enter the room again. The need for him to touch me was overwhelming, and I had to stop myself from turning to him, knowing if I did so, he would be displeased with me again.
He took one wrist and I felt a soft material being secured around it. He attached the same to my other wrist, and when I tried to move my arms, I realized he had bound them securely.
“Move closer to the wall. Your nose should b
e almost touching it. Don’t stand with your legs locked; bend your knees slightly if you start to feel at all lightheaded. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” I replied, wondering just how long I would be standing there in disgrace.
Suddenly, the phone rang, and I heard Steve take a step back from me. “Hey Alec, what’s up?”
He sounded like he was relaxing with a beer, not standing behind his naked sub, banishing her to a corner. I froze at his next words.
“Yes, I’m at home. I’ll be in for a while longer this morning. Well, if you’re that close, you may as well bring them round now. Okay, I’ll see you in a minute.” I felt his hand on my ass, but my earlier need had turned right around to fear. “You will stay in the corner, while Alec is here, Liza.”
Was he stupid or something? Did he actually think I was going to wander into the hallway and greet his visitor?
“Yes, Sir,” I managed, not quite able to keep the tension out of my voice.
I felt Steve’s breath on my neck as he leaned in close, continuing to rub my ass cheeks. “Just to let you know; Alec is one of my landscapers, and it seems he has taken an interest in pursuing this lifestyle. I will be checking on you while he is here, and if I see you have moved, even an inch from where you stand now, I will have no problem showing him how I discipline an unruly sub. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Sir,” I said, mortified at the thought of a complete stranger walking in here, seeing me naked and watching Steve do God knows what to me.
I tensed at the sound of an approaching vehicle. Shit, shit, shit, this was so not okay. If he brought that guy in here, I would absolutely freak. Being submissive to Steve was one thing, but I just couldn’t let this man witness me being punished.
Steve kissed my neck, smacked me gently on the ass, and left the room.
I heard the front door open and men’s voices, as the two of them chatted. I stood absolutely still, terrified of making any sound and drawing attention to myself. Thankfully, the sound of their talking grew fainter, and I knew Steve had taken this Alec guy to another part of the house.
I relaxed a little, realizing that I had been holding my breath, and then, horrified, I saw, in my peripheral vision, a shadow approaching the window, just to the left of me. Steve had brought the guy outside to the backyard and in any minute, this Alec was going to see me fully naked, standing in the corner of his employer’s kitchen.
Both Steve and Alec came into view, and I stood as still as a statue, willing the stranger not to turn around. I could see Steve had positioned himself deliberately so that Alec was facing away from me, but at that moment, I couldn’t work out whether to pull down the blinds and run, or prove to Steve I could do as he wanted, no matter how overwhelmed I was feeling.
My feet were rooted to the floor, and I decided it would be safer to stay absolutely still, especially when I saw him staring at me intently while Alec pointed to something down the yard.
After what felt like hours, the two of them moved away from my window and a minute later, I heard the front door open and close again.
“Well, it all looks good, Steve. I’ll bring the rest of the saplings round as soon as I get them. Listen, I hope I didn’t call too early and interrupt your morning.”
“No, not at all. In fact, you did me a favor. I was disciplining my sub when the phone rang, and you gave her the opportunity to prove to me that she could do as she was told while I was otherwise engaged.”
There was a telling silence and then I heard the other man’s voice. “Oh shit, you were…, oh God, you should have said. I would hate to get in the way of that kind of thing…I mean really—”
“It’s okay,” Steve interrupted, and I could hear the laughter in his voice. “Like I said, you did me a favor.”
“Oh, well, I’ll say goodbye then.”
Within seconds, I heard the door open and an engine start up, and what sounded like a crunch of gears as the young man left in an obvious hurry.
I heard the sound of Steve’s deep laugh and the door closing. His footsteps sounded on the kitchen tile and then I felt his hands undoing my binding.
He kissed the top of my head. “Good girl. I know how easy it would have been to run for cover. I saw you weighing up your options when we were in the yard. I’m proud of you.”
His words warmed me, and I was surprised how important it had become to please him in that way. He turned me around and pulled my body to his, kissing me thoroughly, his mouth crushing mine and his tongue pushing into my mouth to play with my own, His hands roamed freely over my body, and I welcomed them, all traces of my earlier indignation and anger gone.
The fear and worry I’d had just a couple of minutes ago immediately disappeared and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing myself against him, needing to feel his hard body against mine.
He eventually finished exploring my mouth. “I think young Alec may not be quite ready for this lifestyle,” he commented. “What do you think, Liza?”
I stared at him for a second and then grinned. “You are a cruel man, Steve. That poor boy was more terrified of meeting a sub face-to-face than I was about him seeing me naked in the corner.”
Steve laughed at my words and smacked my bottom affectionately. “It seems I’m not ever going to be able to stay angry with you for long. You know how to make me smile, my little sub, and it’s been a long while since anyone has been able to do that. Now, go and cook our breakfast, woman, I’m starving. Use the apron if you need it.”
I walked back over to the stove, thinking the same thing about Steve. I had been really pissed at him when he put me in the corner, but that feeling had disappeared quickly, and all I wanted now was to prove to him that I could do exactly as he had asked.
I felt as if I was on an emotional roller-coaster, and even though it could sometimes be scary, I wanted to stay on for the ride.
My self-consciousness at being naked took a back seat, and when I’d served up the bacon and scrambled eggs, Steve took them over to the table, pulling me on to his lap, my legs astride his, facing him.
I giggled when he balanced small pieces of the bacon on my nipples, and then drew in a sharp breath as he took the meat with his mouth, grazing his teeth over the sensitive bud. I couldn’t help noticing the huge bulge in his jeans.
He fed me my breakfast, deliberately spilling some of it so that he could eat it from my body. When we had finished, I went to get up, but he held me fast and picked up my bruised arm.
I felt his body tense as he examined the bruising and I saw an expression of cold anger take the place of the relaxed expression he’d had a second ago.
“Does it hurt a lot?” he asked in a clipped tone.
“It’s tender, but as long as I don’t put any pressure on it, it’s okay,” I replied, trying to make light of it.
“I should have killed the son of a bitch,” he said quietly, almost to himself.
I had to lighten the atmosphere. “I’m glad you didn’t,” I replied, running a finger down his cheek affectionately. “Coz I’d have had to make you one of those cakes with a file in it, and I really suck at baking.”
He looked up at me in surprise, and then roared with laughter. “You are something else, you know that?” he said, still laughing.
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” I grinned.
His face took on a look that suddenly reminded me I was naked, sitting astride him. His hand reached down and unzipped his jeans, releasing the long, thick shaft I’d spied earlier. Not taking his eyes from mine, he put both hands under my ass and lifted me up and onto his cock.
He filled me completely and I gasped, grabbing his biceps to steady myself, letting my body adjust to the invasion. He let me hold on to him, and then when I loosened my grip he took my mouth, kissing me hard and flicking my tongue with his.
Eventually he took his mouth away from mine. “Put your hands together behind your back,” he instructed.
When I did so, my breasts jutted forward and he g
rabbed one nipple with his hot mouth and sucked hard, instantly making it grow hard and dark pink. He did the same to the other, all the while lifting my hips and then bringing me down on to his thick hardness.
I moaned when his teeth nipped each erect bud, throwing my head back, my arousal taking over my senses. He began to thrust harder and faster, slamming me down on his cock with a need that matched my own.
I could feel myself heading quickly to an orgasm and all I wanted to do was lean into him and hold on to his body when I came. Instinctively I moved my arms from behind me, then checked myself, putting them back, not wanting to earn his displeasure. I knew I couldn’t hold back much longer.
“Come for me now, Liza.”
“Oh God,” I cried as I came instantly.
I fell against his chest, my hands moving from behind my back, holding on to him, the orgasm pulsating through my heated body over and over.
He lifted me up and then thrust me down on to his thick shaft just a few more times while I clung to him, my breasts crushed against his chest. Then he shouted and came hard, his breath hot on my face.
We sat there together, his head now bent and buried in my neck as I stroked his hair.
After a while he lifted his head. “You looked so amazing when you came, your eyes tight shut and your head thrown back. God, you make me hot, Liza.”
I hid my face in his shoulder and he laughed. When I sat up, yet another blush was warming my cheeks. I groaned and he laughed.
“Let’s get more comfortable,” he said. Carefully, he lifted me off him and we stood up. He led me to the armchairs in front of the fireplace.
We had just settled, with me comfy in his lap, when his cell rang on the breakfast bar.
“Shit, that’s work,” he muttered. With a sigh, he lifted me out of his lap and went to grab the phone. Answering it, his first words were, “This better be important, Joe.”
He walked back over and sat, pulling me into his lap again. “Yeah I was busy. I got a hot, naked woman on my lap, so make it quick.”
I swung round, indignant, and struggled to get off his lap, but he laughed, holding me still easily. “Now I got a hot, pissed woman. Thanks a lot, man.”