“A solitaire diamond on a silver chain, or pearls, and you’ll look amazing,” he said, admiring her.
She smiled back at him and nodded her head. It was a far cry from the transparent, pink silk dress she’d been parading around in earlier. By the time they began the drive home it was dusk, and the energy from the light snack had subsided. Once they arrived they both felt drained and after Dante helped her up to her room with the packages, he suggested a long hot bath and a nap. She couldn’t have agreed more.
“I have a jacuzzi tub,” she offered. “If you’d like.”
“I’d like,” he replied. “You get it started. I’ll be back in a minute.”
Dante made his way to the kitchen and retrieved a bottle of Pinot Griggio from the refrigerator. He pulled the cork and rested it back in the neck. The cool refreshing drink would be just the thing to relax them after their busy day, and compliment the hot bubbling water of the tub. He grabbed two glasses and was just about to make his way up to her bathroom when the phone rang.
It was a short conversation. Bill Hollister was making a quick stop-over on his way to New York. He’d be at the house late in the afternoon the following day.
This was big news, and thoughtfully he made his way back up the stairs. When he entered the bathroom he found Kate already soaking. Bubbles from the jets as well as bubbles from bath beads filled the room with the steamy aroma of jasmine.
“Hi there,” she purred, her pretty face surrounded by a sea of white foam. “Care to join me?”
“I certainly do,” he replied, pulling the cork off the wine and pouring the honey colored liquid into the glasses. He handed one to Kate, placed the other on the side of the tub and stripped quickly. As he slithered into the warm suds, he sighed as he felt the jets pulse against his back. His ankle throbbed slightly and he wasn’t surprised. He’d been walking on it all afternoon and it was only natural it would protest a little. He took a sip of his wine and as he had guessed it hit the spot.
“You’ve got quite a bit to untag and put away,” he remarked, sinking into the relaxing water, thinking how relieved he was that they’d gone shopping that afternoon. She’d have something nice to wear for her father’s unexpected arrival.
“Your Amex was almost worn out when we finished.”
“I know,” she giggled, “but at least this time my parents won’t have a cow when they see what I’ve bought. Especially dad!”
He nodded knowingly.
“Kate, I have some news. I don’t know if you heard the phone ring, but your father just called. He’ll be here tomorrow afternoon,” he told her, his voice dropping to a serious tone. “And I have no doubt he’s going to see what I promised. A dutiful, well behaved daughter. One he can be proud of.”
Kate’s heart jumped.
“Tomorrow? Oh my goodness.”
“Yes. But you’re a changed woman. I know he’ll be very impressed with the new you!”
She blushed. The more she pondered her past the more guilty she felt. Dante’s corrective measures were working on her conscience as well as her outward behavior. Her entire life she’d been given anything she wanted and she was beginning to realize just what a handful she had been as a child, and even more so as an adolescent.
“I hope so,” she replied quietly.
“I’m sure he will,” he smiled at her, “and of course you know there’s a paddle - a hairbrush - a crop - and a very hard hand, ready and waiting to help you if need be.”
He reached across the foam and grabbed her arm. She slid across the tub and he turned her around so she could lean against him. His arms encircled her and his hands cupped her breasts.
“Hmmm,” he murmured, nuzzling her neck. “I think I know just what I’m going to do to you when we get out of this tub.”
“What?” she asked, thrusting her chest out, pushing against his fondling fingers.
“You’ll find out. It will be a very intense but short lesson,” he replied. “Just what you need to ready you for tomorrow.”
She closed her eyes and felt him swelling against her and the familiar tingling echoed through her loins.
“We have to make sure you’re absolutely in the right frame of mind. We don’t want you apartment hunting do we?” he reminded her.
“Oh no, Dante,” she murmured, losing herself in his artful fingers.
An hour later she found herself naked, standing at the foot of his bed with her arms stretched wide and shackled to the top frame of the four poster. Her ankles were cuffed to a spreader bar and there was a blindfold across her eyes. Something touched her lips and she heard Dante instruct her to open her mouth.
“I realize there’s no-one around to hear you,” he said softly, as he placed a red ball gag between her lips. “It’s about discipline. A reminder that you must think before speaking. From now on, every time you show a flash of temper you will be gagged and punished. Hopefully you’ll remember this when your father is here.”
Kate nodded her head. She couldn’t move and never had she felt so helpless. She wrapped her fingers around the rope that held her wrist cuffs to the posts. Somehow it made her feel a little more secure though there was nothing comfortable about her state.
“I had been saving this. I thought your dad wouldn’t be here for another week, but since he’s arriving tomorrow I must introduce it now. It is a very dramatic instrument. One of my favorites. It’s called a flogger and it will burn your beautiful bottom in a very different manner than anything you’ve yet felt. I won’t flog you very hard or for very long, but it will be enough for you to understand the point and it will stay with you for the next couple of days. I know sometimes you think it’s all a bit of a game --”
Kate shook her head from side to side furiously and whined through the gag, attempting to refute his accusation --
“-- well, perhaps not as much as you once did. But today was a prime example of how difficult it can be to change your ways. Since your father is about to land upon the doorstep I’m very intent on making sure your behavior modification is complete and enduring. At least for the next 48 hours! Nod your head if you understand.”
Kate whimpered a little and nodded her head.
“I’m going to flog you now Kate. I will only flog you four times. But that will be plenty I can assure you. When I’m finished you’re going to remain exactly where you are for fifteen minutes. During that fifteen minutes you’re going to give great consideration to your recent past, the corrective training you’ve received from me, and your future.”
Without waiting for a response Dante stepped back and lifted his brand new heavy black flogger. Holding the end of the tongues he took careful aim at the very center of Kate’s round plump behind. With a practiced flick of his wrist he let it fly, landing the tendrils solidly against her tender skin.
Kate let out a muffled cry, and he watched as the wide angry crimson mark of its delivery appeared instantly upon her flesh. Shaking the tongues he ran his fingers through the leather then picked up the ends once again. He let them fly with a little more severity, and Kate instinctively thrust her pelvis forward. She tried to pick up a foot but the spreader prevented it, and Dante stood back a moment watching her writhe in her binds.
He had been standing to her left, and moved across so as to deliver the last two from the opposite side. Always very careful not to allow the tongues to wrap around and catch the sides of the hips he waited until she settled,
“Just two more, Kate. I believe I have made my point,” he said, softly.
Lifting the flogger he delivered the next two in the same, slow, methodical manner. The tongues lashed across her seat cheeks, followed by a second, more severe blow.Kate was now mewing and rolling her head and Dante knew that even though the flogging short lived, it was certainly strong enough to have had the impact he desired
Silently he walked across the room and opened and closed the door. But he didn’t leave. He wanted her to think he had but he would never leave her in such a vulnerable state. If she had a
bad cramp or something untoward happened he would be there to release her immediately. He settled silently on the couch and stared at her beautiful body, then checked the time on his watch. In fifteen minutes he would open and close the door again and release her. Then give her an extra warm cuddle.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Kate wriggled and moved in her bonds. Her bottom was burning and itching at the same time and her limbs were beginning to ache. It had felt like an hour had passed but he had promised to return in 15 minutes and he always kept his promises. She heard the click of the door handle and the sound of its closing. She gulped back a sob and waited, almost holding her breath in anticipation of his touch, the release of the bondage, the gentle caress that she hoped would soon follow.
“Hello, my sweet Kate,” he whispered in her ear.
His breath was hot and comforting and she tired to lean back against his chest, but her ties would not allow it.
“I’m going to release you now, but when I do you must move very slowly otherwise your muscles will cramp,” he warned, removing her gag.
“Yes, Sir,” she replied, her voice barely audible. Her jaw was a little sore and he moved her chin back and forth to relieve the ache.
One by one he released her arms and legs, and massaging her sleeping muscles back to life he moved her slowly around the room, finally laying her full length on the bed. As she had hoped he began softly rubbing her crimson, lined, bottom cheeks. He kissed her tenderly and lightly sucked at her nipples. She began to fall asleep and he allowed it for a short time, and then raised her from her nap.
“Kate - here - drink some water,” he said, raising her up and handing her a glass.
She’d had no idea how thirsty she was and downed it quickly.
“Are you up to talking about tomorrow?” he asked. “Or do you need to nap some more?”
Dante knew the flogger could be exhausting for the recipient, and even though it had been a short visit with the long leather tails he wanted to be sure she was rested enough to talk.
“I’m fine,” she breathed. “I can talk. It’s weird how I feel though.”
“I know,” he nodded. “It’s as if you’re tired, but not tired. As if the flogger robbed you of all your stress and guilt. Is that a fair way to describe it?”
“Yes. Yes, that’s it exactly,” she replied, amazed that he’d put it into words so perfectly. “I’m fine to talk about tomorrow. I want to,” she declared.
“Well - first, you realize the staff won’t be back for another two days,” he commented. “But I think that’s a good thing. I want your father to have some time with you - the new you - without anyone else around. He wants to give you the opportunity to show him how much you’ve changed.”
Kate felt the familiar twirl of a dust devil spring to life.
“But I’m not worried,” he crooned, reassuring her. “Most of what you’ve learned has now become second nature.”
“You think?” she squeaked.
“I do. Your true sweetness and desire to please is completely obvious and it will be to him as well. You need to get a good night’s sleep and I want you here with me. Tomorrow you’ll plan a menu for a homecoming dinner and lay down a lovely table for him. You’ll be gracious and charming and I’m sure your dad will think he’s come back to the wrong house.”
Kate giggled. The house was a mansion and the concept of such a suggestion she really quite funny.
“Now,” he said, kissing her gently, “I haven’t given you much training in this area, but if I was to tell you to slide down between my legs and show me just how nicely you aim to please,” he instructed, tweaking a nipple, “what would you say?”
“Oh it would be my pleasure, Sir,” she said softly. “Actually,” she continued, “it’s weird but I can think of nothing I want to do more.”
“Exactly what I thought,” he crooned, and sighed deeply as she slithered down his body. He had learned that women loved to worship their Master’s cock after being flogged. It was an interesting side effect and one he very much looked forward to.
Nestling her head against his semi hard member she kissed it gently, then took him in her mouth and began to suck. He closed his eyes, lost in the warm richness of her lips. Her tongue flicked and moved around his knob and he found himself responding quickly. He recalled the lascivious wriggling and twitching of her bottom as he had flogged her, the sound of her muffled gasps, the bright crimson marks left by the solid leather tongues.
He could feel her moving her mouth up and down his fullness, her fingers dancing against his balls, tickling and teasing. He extended his arm and wrapped his fingers around her hair, clutching her long locks, guiding the pace and depth of her movements. He could feel his moment pending, groaning as it neared and clutched harder as let himself shoot into her mouth. He dropped her hair but she did not disappoint him. She continued to suck him, swallowing his cream, milking his essence, draining him of all he had.
Gliding up his body she rested her head against his chest.
“Good girl,” he crooned. “That was lovely.”
She could feel her own juices, her own excitement, and pressed her esurient pussy against him.
“No - not tonight. You’re going to stay hungry until you’ve shown your father what a wonderful young woman you’ve become. Then you’ll get your reward.”
Despite her need she found the answer immensely satisfying, and though she was aching for him she soon found herself drifting off to sleep.
When she awoke in the morning it was to the sound of the shower running. Dante was already out of bed and in the bathroom getting ready for the day. She stretched languidly and thought about all the things she needed to do. Slipping from the sheets she padded across to the bathroom. The door was open and she peeked her head in.
“Should I go upstairs and get ready or do you want me to shower with you?”
“Upstairs. Too much temptation joining me here little lady.”
Kate laughed, and grabbing her clothes from the night before darted from the room.
Dante stepped from the hot water and began to dry himself off. He peered down at his ankle. Except for a small area of yellowing there was no evidence of the sprain that had brought him into the house. It felt as though it had been weeks since that fateful day.
He had missed Kate during his years away at college and building his business, but during that time he had immersed himself in the D/s lifestyle and discovered his passion for it. The thought crossed his mind that all the experience he had gained, all the lessons he had learned, had simply been in preparation for this time with Kate.
Foolish notion, he thought. But maybe not. Maybe fate...?
And so their day began. Together, and sometimes separately, they prepared for her father’s homecoming. She hadn’t learned how to cook a gourmet meal but she could certainly make the roast Dante had taught her, and though she was nervous and had a few flustered moments, by the time the limousine pulled up to the front steps the large chicken was baking in the oven, accompanied by a tray of vegetables coated in olive oil, garlic and seasonings. Dante had helped only when she called on him, and she had designed and laid out the dining room table herself. She’d had just enough time to run up to her room and change before she heard the car arrive.
Walking quickly she made her way down the hallway towards the stairs, and was surprised to find her father standing in the foyer, Dante next to him, waiting for her grand entrance. When he saw his daughter his jaw dropped. Astonished, he watched her gracefully glide down towards him.
Gone were the crazy high heels, the scandalously short skirt, tight fitting cut off teeshirt and long dangling earrings. Kate was dressed in a slightly flared black skirt that fell mid thigh, and a feminine, loose fitting, black and white crew neck sweater. She was wearing dark stockings and Gucci shoes with a low heel. Her make up, once a conglomeration of thick, multi colored eye shadow and dark red lipstick, had changed to simple mascara and soft pink lip gloss, and her long
disheveled locks were pulled up in a pony tail.
What didn’t show was what Dante had made her wear underneath. The stockings were thigh highs; the panties were lace, to scratch her tender rear end as a constant reminder to behave or else; and her nipples were no longer evident for everyone to see, but not because of a bra. He had her wearing round sticky nipple covers so he could have the extreme pleasure of slowly peeling them off.
“Welcome home,” Kate grinned, moving quickly to hug him.
“Kate - you look - fabulous. Absolutely fabulous,” her father beamed.
“Thank you dad,” she whispered in his ear.
Tears were brimming in her eyes. She had never been so happy to see him, and it was a warm, almost overwhelming feeling.
Dante stood back and watched the reunion. The shocked expression on Bill’s face when Kate first appeared told Dante that Kate’s father wasn’t prepared for the extraordinary transformation. Leaving them alone he quietly made his way to the kitchen picked up the tray he and Kate had prepared. It had an ice bucket with a chilled bottle of champagne, three glasses and a plate of different cheeses, some grapes and gourmet crackers.
When he returned to the living room he found Kate and her father seated next to each other on the large, overstuffed sofa.
“Dante,” Bill Hollister said, standing up as he saw him enter. “Let me help you,”
“I will,” Kate interjected, jumping up. “Please. I’d like to, if you don’t mind,” she added hastily.
“No, of course I don’t mind,” her father said, once again taken by surprise. His daughter had made it a habit of never helping anyone, and her manners! He had never known her to be so polite.
“I’m fine,” Dante replied. “But thank you, Kate. I think it’s a bit heavy for you.”
He placed gently down on the big, square, glass coffee table and popped the champagne cork, while Kate offered her father the plate of cheeses. When they each had their drinks Bill Hollister raised his in the air.
“To my beautiful daughter of whom I am immensely proud.”
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