The large oval Victorian style mirror in the closet was the next chore. With some difficulty, given the state of his ankle, he managed to place it so it sat at the foot of the bed and reflected the mattress from the headboard down. Once he was sure it was positioned correctly he limped into the bathroom.
It took him a few minutes but he managed to wrap a plastic bag around his bandaged ankle to protect it from the water, and took a quick hot shower. After briskly toweling himself off he made his way back to the bedroom and pulled on some fresh clothes, then laid back down on the couch and dozed, waiting for her knock that would tell him dinner was ready.
CHAPTER NINE
They were both hungry as they sat down to their early evening meal. Kate had been refreshed by her long leisurely bath and Dante’s short nap had invigorated him. After they finished, Kate stood up to clear the table but Dante stopped her.
“Just one minute Kate,” he said, his hand around her wrist. “When you’ve finished here,” he said softly, “go back to your room and put on a sexy, short dress. Nothing too tight. A skirt and blouse would do as well. No underwear, no shoes or socks. Just the dress.”
Kate felt the familiar sparkling chill shiver down her spine and land between her legs.
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered back, and hurriedly set about her kitchen chores while Dante stood up and using his crutches, made his way back to his room.
When he entered his suite he smiled at his preparations. Everything looked perfect. Walking to the bathroom he undressed. put on his robe, then returned and settled on the bed to wait, thinking about the deviant things he had planned for the nights activities.
It seemed like only a few minutes before Kate knocked on the door and walked in. He turned to look at her and smiled in approval. A short pink silk dress floated casually across her body, her nipples clearly visible, their sharp points indicating she was decidedly excited. Buttons traveled from the neckline down to the hem. He was sure it was a dress that had driven many young men crazy. But as pretty as it was, it was not a dress she should have been wearing in public!
She walked demurely towards him, noticing the scarves laying across the bed. They were tied to the legs of the bed frame and she knew immediately she was to be securely bound. But more intriguing was the placement of the large, oval Victorian mirror placed at the foot of the bed.
“Hello Kate. Don’t you look pretty? What’s going on in the house? Where’s Cecil and Lois?”
“Lois has left to go to her daughter’s house and won’t be home until late, and Cecil has gone to a movie,” she replied, finding it hard to tear her gaze from the scarves and mirror.
“Excellent. We have the house to ourselves for the evening. Please take up your position,” he said, his voice changing, turning back into the firm, authoritative Dante.
Pulling her eyes from the compelling scene in front of her, she knelt in front of him at the side of the bed, knees slightly apart, hands behind her back, and looked up at him expectantly.
“As you know we have less than a month to whip you into shape, and I mean that both figuratively and literally.”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied, his words a reminder of his shoe slapping her bottom.
“At any time you decide this too difficult or too much effort just tell me and I’ll leave. You can go back to the way things were and deal with your father. I will not stand in your way. This is your choice Kate.”
“Yes, Sir. I am very grateful for all your help and don’t have any desire to stop - this - uh - what we’re doing,” she stammered.
“Just you remember that the next time you find yourself over my knee being soundly spanked,” he warned.
Kate felt the onset of a brand new set of dust devils in her stomach. She knew she would at some point, find herself in exactly that state. It was beginning to dawn on her just how difficult she could be.
“I’m prepared to do whatever it takes to help you, but only if I know I have your full surrender and capitulation. I’m not going to tell you this again so are we in complete agreement?”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied, her voice quivering.
“Starting Monday the entire staff will be gone for two weeks so we’ll have this place completely to ourselves. I’ll be able to do with you whatever I deem necessary without fear of interruption or discovery.”
Kate raised her eyebrows in surprise. Her mind began to spin. The entire staff? Who would take care of the house? The meals? The laundry? Then the laundry lesson suddenly sprang forth. Was that why Dante had made her spend so much time with Lois? As if reading her mind, Dante chuckled.
“Yes my dear Kate. You’ll be responsible for preparing all our meals, doing the laundry and keeping my quarters clean and tidy. Not too much for you is it?”
Kate shook her head, though secretly afraid that it would prove to be just that. Too much. Far too much.
“I’m going to instill some additional rules. If you follow them you’ll find the next two weeks much easier. I don’t expect miracles but I do expect a deep commitment, and I can assure you I’ll be ready to instill that commitment if I see it lacking at any time. Do we understand each other?”
“Yes, Sir,” Kate replied, still wondering if she would be able to satisfy him.
“I’ll not hesitate to spank you, restrain you, gag you or tease you until you’re positively aching for an orgasm. You will have to accept ongoing authority for the first time in your life.”
His voice had taken on a very strict tone. He was looking at her intensely and knew he meant every word. Her pussy lips were already swelling, and kneeling as she was, her knees apart, she felt an overwhelming desire to rub her sensitive little knob.
“Climb up on the bed and lay over those pillows,” Dante said firmly, as he climbed off.
The dust devils spinning, Kate crawled up on the mattress and laid her belly on top of the pillows. They raised her bottom up making her feel exposed and very vulnerable.
“You will not speak unless asked a question.” Dante proclaimed.
“Yes, Sir,” she answered.
Silently and methodically Dante moved around the bed securing her wrists and ankles. Though her legs he spread wide apart, when he tied her wrists he allowed plenty of slack, enough so she could bend her elbows. Sliding a small pillow under her head, he stepped back and admired the view.
Presented before him was a salacious and sensuous sight. Kate, with her legs spread, hips raised, and long hair falling around her face looked eminently spankable. The thin silk of her dress draped deliciously over the delectable curves of her luscious full cheeks. Dante’s eyes twinkled with a spark of an idea and he headed to the bathroom. Opening the cupboard under the sink, he found an empty spray bottle and filled it with cold water.
Smiling, he moved back to the side of the bed and raising his arm began spritzing the flimsy fabric. Kate gasped in shock as the cool water landed on her upturned backside. The thin silk clung to her skin and the result was even more tantalizing than Dante had imagined it would be. It only took a minute but the curvaceous, vulnerable bottom became clearly visible, and the clinging material made it appear even more appetizing.
He stared with a deepening arousal. Sliding his hand inside the opening of his robe he rubbed his growing manhood. He had planned to spend quite some time spanking her but realized his need to fuck her might shorten the discipline.
Placing the spray bottle on the nightstand he pulled off the robe and climbed up on the mattress. Straddling her back, facing the mirror, he gazed at the reflection of her beautiful posterior.
He slithered his hands over the wet fabric, moving them across the full round cheeks. Taking the hem of the dress he peeled it upwards, slowly revealing, inch by inch, the charms that lay beneath, both to his eye staring down and just as deliciously the reflection in the mirror. He could hear Kate’s rapid breathing, and knew the slow salacious disrobing was having the desired affect.
When the skirt was halfway up her rump he moved hi
s hand downward and separated her glistening pussy lips. She gasped as he reveled in the scintillating sight. She was already wet, dripping in fact, and he brushed the fingers of one hand across her moist entrance. She gasped again as he trailed his fingers through her slit, lightly touching her magic button. She whimpered and wriggled as he continued teasing, all the while staring at the concupiscent reflection. It was riveting, and as much as he wanted to spank her he found it hard to pull himself away from the intoxicating view. It was she who broke the spell.
“Oh Dante,” she cried, “please rub me and let me come.”
She had been told not to utter a word and the naughty minx had allowed her carnal hunger get the better of her. Immediately his hand fell with several sharp smacks on the backs of her legs. She squealed and squirmed but the restraints gave little room for movement.
“I told you very clearly young lady you were not to speak. Apparently you have either forgotten your instructions already or have chosen to ignore them. Whichever is the case it is a blatant act of disobedience. You have just added additional discipline to your evening of training.”
Kate responded with a wail, which Dante answered with another set of rapid stinging slaps directly on top on those he had just landed.
“You simply must learn to do as you’re told,” he barked. “Apparently lessons in civility are going to have to be put on hold for a little while.”
“I’m sorry,” she cried, “Really. It won’t happen again.”
“As you have said before. Well young lady, I’m going to make sure of that once and for all,” he announced. “Don’t utter another, single syllable until I tell you. Not a word. Do you understand me?” he asked gruffly.
Afraid to speak, Kate frantically nodded her head.
Dante raised her skirt, not slowly this time but by pulling it back swiftly and tucking it under itself. Her bottom, milky white in comparison to her spanked legs, showed faint marks from her earlier visit with the slipper.
“This was going to wait until my supplies arrived but it appears you need to be humbled immediately. But first...”
Raising his hand he let it fly against her cheek with significant force. It slapped against her skin and she howled into the pillow. He repeated the blow on the same spot, said the number two, and informed her she’d be receiving twenty on each cheek. His hand rose and fell time and again, expertly landing on the target area. By the time Dante was half way through she was crying unashamedly, her sobs muffled by the pillow. Her state made no difference to him. If there was one lesson that simply had to be driven home it was obedience.
By the time he smacked her right cheek for the twentieth time it was bright red and blazing. He turned his attention to the virgin cheek on the left.
“Obedience Kate. Are you getting the message?”
“Ohhh yyyes, Sir,” she sobbed.
“Same punishment this side,” he said harshly, “then we’ll move on to something else.”
Kate barely heard him. The right side of her bottom was on fire and she attempted to prepare herself for the second half of her spanking.
It was identical to the first. The smacks landed with slow, hard, rhythmic swats until she was sobbing anew with the intense sting each offered. As he landed the last slap he stared at the reflection in the mirror. Despite the severity of the spanking Kate’s pussy lips had swollen to twice their size and her hot glistening juices were clearly evident
Two fingers moved teasingly across her swollen little knob nestled between her lips, then thrust deep inside her soaked recess. She cried out between her sobs and thrust back as much as her binds would allow. He fingered her for a minute or two then moved his attention back to her crimson bottom.
“Now then young lady, obedience and acceptance. Let’s see how much that spanking taught you. Not a single solitary sound. Nothing. Nod your head that you understand.”
Attempting to stifle the last of her sobs she nodded her head.
“If you make any sound at all I’ll repeat the spanking you just received.”
Shuddering at the thought, she wondered what it was that Dante was about to make her endure. Whatever it was she’d accept it. No way was she going to ask for another spanking. A moment later she had her answer.
Dante pulled aside her left cheek, and his forefinger, still wet from her pussy, began to probe her back hole. She stifled a squeal and an cry of alarm as it pressed its way inside her most private orifice. In spite of her earlier introduction she felt profoundly humiliated. It was as if the previous episode hadn’t even happened.
“Not a word or a sound,” he reminded her, as his finger pressed ever more deeply.
He looked quickly over his shoulder and saw her hands were clenched in a fist. He smiled. She was trying desperately not to make a peep and he was sure she was deeply humiliated. Just what the young miscreant needed. Slowly he moved his finger in and out but still she made no sound. Her hole began to relax, and as it opened up slightly he introduced a second finger. She clenched and he smacked her lightly.
“Obedience and acceptance,” he scolded. “Take it.”
She relaxed, accepting his intrusion, and after a short time he was able to stroke her quickly and easily. Satisfied he ceased the rude intrusion.
“Now just lay there and think about that for a while. I’ll be back.”
He moved carefully off the bed and limped into the bathroom to wash his hands. When he returned he sighed with satisfaction at the bright red, punished backside. Donning his robe, and without another word, he left her and made his way to the kitchen.
Some water for her and something a bit stronger for himself. She had received a significant spanking and he had introduced anal play once again, but the situation warranted the stern and humiliating attention.
He found a bottle of chilled vodka in the freezer and poured himself a splash. Sipping it thoughtfully he considered what was to done with her before the night ended. After such a beginning he wondered how long it would be before he would be able to stop himself from fucking her hungry, moist, inviting little pussy. He downed the last of the vodka then put some ice in a glass, filled it with water and made his way back to the bedroom.
Kate was overcome with more thoughts and feelings she knew she possessed. The surprise spray of water on her backside, followed by the slow reveal and gentle caress had sent her to a warm, erotic place. She knew she’d been disobeying him when she had begged for an orgasm, but her hunger was so great she had blurted out the request through a simple and sudden loss of self control. She had been stunned by the severity of the spanking and she fervently promised herself she would not let her impatience get the better of her ever again.
But the backside intrusion. That had shocked and scared her just as it had before, but as she lay waiting for his return she had to admit it had also titillated and intrigued her. Though she was still deeply humiliated and horrified she wondered just how far Dante would take her.
The thought was interrupted by the door opening. Dante entered and settled himself on the edge of bed. Gently he brushed the hair from her tear stained face.
“And how’s my naughty little Kate?” he asked, helping her to her elbows so she could take a drink of water.
“Sorry, Sir,” she replied.
Her face was as red as her bottom and he glanced back at the delightful reflection in the mirror.
“Am I going to have any more problems with disobedience?”
“NO!” she exclaimed, loudly. “No! Not ever.”
“You’ll know what will happen,” he warned.
She nodded her head, staring at him intently as she sipped.
“Just in case you were wondering,” he continued, “one of these days I will fuck you back there, and you will love it.”
A deep crimson flush crossed her face and she looked quickly away.
I can’t believe he said that. I can’t imagine it...
“Not tonight though. You’ll have to have quite a bit more training bef
ore that happens, but it will happen Kate. I promise you.”
Not knowing how to respond and too embarrassed to look at him, Kate remained quiet. Dante knew his promise would be haunting her and that was fine. It was all part of the preparation.
“You will rest for a few more minutes then we will continue. Civility Kate, and some more rules are on the menu for the rest of the evening. Because of your disobedience you had to be punished and the lessons were delayed. But isn’t there something you need to say at this point?”
Face still flushed she finally forced herself to look at him.
“Thank you for correcting me, Sir,” she said softly.
He stroked her hair and leaned his head down and brushed his lips against hers, kissing her warmly. She longed to wrap her arms around his neck and pull him into her body but her wrists were bound, so all she could do was kiss him back. She hoped the ardor with which she did so would tell him how desperately she craved his cock.
To her dismay he broke away and put the glass of water on the bedside table.
“You’re a horny little thing,” he remarked, smiling down at her. “But that’s a good trait Kate. Settle back into your pillow,” he said firmly. “Your lessons are about to begin.”
“Yes Sir,” she replied, and lowered herself back down, making herself as comfortable as she could.
Dante moved to his closet and withdrew a narrow belt. He wished he had the shipment of supplies but until they arrived he had to improvise. Carrying it to the bed he climbed back up, taking the same position he had before. Once again he stared with satisfaction at the view reflected back at him. He found it immensely enjoyable.
“Remember! Not a word! You are not permitted to speak unless I ask you a specific question.”
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