MASTER AND BABY : A Tale of Erotic Submission

by J. J. MacGuire

  MASTER AND BABY

  By

  J. J. MacGuire

  A Renaissance E Books publication

  ISBN 1-58873-385-8

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  Copyright © 2004 J. J. MacGuire

  This book may not be reproduced in whole or in part without written permission.

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  A Sizzler/B&D Edition

  CHAPTER 1

  It had not been a good day for me. First, I was late serving dinner. Then, Kitten dropped a pile of plates on the way out of the kitchen, smashing the lot – and wasting four people's food. He would not be pleased – and I was later summoned to see him. Master was embarrassed by our actions. I felt my stomach knotting as I knocked on his study door and peeked in. "Master, you wanted to see me?"

  "Yes, baby. Can you think why?"

  I entered the room and stood in front of his desk. "Master, I'm really sorry about the dinner being late and the plates," I started. "It's just … as Kitten was coming out of the kitchen, one of your friends almost walked into her, and she had to swerve to avoid him. And..."

  "Baby, excuses?"

  "Yes, I know, but it was an accident. It's the first time it's ever happened."

  "Well... And was there something else you needed to talk to me about?"

  "Err... I know I was a bit late getting the dinner out, but the produce man got caught in traffic – I couldn't help it."

  Slamming his fist on the desk, I jumped as he said, "I'm not interested in the produce man. All I know is that you were responsible for this party, and the dinner was late. How you were to achieve that was your problem – so long as you got it there on time."

  "Yes, Master, I understand. But it is the first time I've been late."

  Placing both hands on his desk he rose saying, "And I hope for your sake it's the last."

  He moved out from behind the desk and walked toward me, "Listen to me, Baby. I pride myself on running a tight ship here." Master took me in his arms. "All I wanted was to have a simple party with good food. I wanted to show off both you and Kitten." Holding me close he whispered, "And slovenliness isn't part of the game plan. Do you understand me?"

  "Yes, Master." I was trembling so hard, I bit my bottom lip so my teeth wouldn't chatter.

  "Right. Well, I think I've made myself understood. Now, there's work to do – my friends are still here, so get about your duties. And I hope it won't be necessary for us to have a little chat like this again."

  "Yes, Master. I'm sorry. Thank you, Master."

  He kissed me on the nose and shooed me out the door.

  I was very upset. I wanted to satisfy Master's friends' senses. I couldn't think of worse things to happen on our first party. Of course, he was upset too. After all, the whole idea of this party was to introduce Kitten and me to his friends. He had mapped out everything including what Kitten and I were to wear: trying to make Kitten look like an upstairs French maid, her slim, blonde body in that short black dress was playing on my senses, as I know it was teasing Master's friends. Like her I was nervous – there was almost something surreal about it. She was turning out to be good company. Quite a few times tonight we brushed against each other, giving each other strength.

  We both wanted Master to be proud of us. Still, seeing him like that made me feel like a naughty thirteen-year-old. I hoped I would be able to keep things running smoothly – at least until they left, so he wouldn't be disappointed in us again this evening.

  Dinner, once served, went fairly smoothly. There was one difficult couple, but I felt I handled them well. We managed to get through serving desserts to them, although rather absent-mindedly. My heart wasn't in it any longer. I just wanted them to go home.

  Everything seemed to be going along well until the last of his friends were there, six of them. All had known Master for fifteen years or thereabouts, were smartly dressed, and obviously a little intoxicated. Nothing seemed quite right for them. One of them had an empty glass, another didn't like the music, they wanted Kitten and me to dance for them, and they spoke to us as if we were servants.

  The final straw to the evening was when Kitten brought out fresh drinks. I knew six was too much on one tray for her, but she laughed and said she could handle it. As she got to the table, she lost her balance, and the whole lot went tumbling down. If it had just fallen on the floor, it might have been okay, but the drinks went all over one of one of the guests – into his lap. He screamed out – it must have been quite cold – and chaos ensued. He started shouting at her. I ran out trying to calm them down, trying to dry off the drink, and apologizing, then they stormed out. "We'd get better service than this in a diner," they shouted. Both Kitten and I stood like statues as they stopped to talk to Master before they left. We were quite shaken and as the door closed I felt Kitten holding my hand.

  Finally the last of the dishes were cleaned and put away, and I was able to leave the kitchen. I started slipping out of my dress as I moved down the hall. I heard Master behind me and he helped me pull it over my head, then I heard him say, "Baby, I want to see you again in my study, now! And I warn you - I am in a foul mood, so watch out!"

  Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. I was in trouble now. What would he do to me? I reached for the door handle and waited until I was told to enter. I went in, nervously, holding the door for him.

  "Shut the door. Well, baby, take position." Master waived at the chair in middle of the room.

  I quickly moved to stand slightly in front of the chair, back straight, legs spread wide, arms at side, head held high, eyes lowered to the floor.

  Master took his seat and ran his finger down my stomach. My stomach muscles rippled along with his touch.

  "Now for our little talk, Baby."

  "Sorry, Master, that the party was ruined. I've let you down bad." I dropped my chin to my chest.

  "You promised it wouldn't happen again. Then I have to listen to my friends being irate about your and Kitten's incompetence. It will cost me to have those clothes cleaned."

  "I'm really sorry it turned out to be a bad day."

  "Well, 'I’m sorry' isn't good enough." He grasped my wrist in his hand.

  "No, Sir, it's not." Half of me wanted to run and hide. I could feel the tears gathering.

  Clearing your throat, he added, "There's the other matter."

  My gaze shot to his face, a sad smile crossed his features.

  "What's that?"

  "What do you mean, 'what's that?' Why don't you think about it a moment?"

  Silence. What could he mean? "I'm sorry, I really don't know."

  He squeezed my wrist tighter. "Playing with Kitten in the kitchen, Baby."

  I was trying to blink back tears, both from the pain in my wrist and in my heart. "Master? That's nonsense. We..."

  "Are you saying my friend lied to me? How odd. They're normally so truthful."

  "Oh." My butterflies were flapping a mile a minute when it hit me.

  The stone face lady who had come into the kitchen when I had been drying Kitten's tears. She caught us kissing with our hands on each other’s pussy as Master had instructed. Thinking to play it off like it was nothing, I said, "That's all right, Master. I had just slipped my hand into Kitten's pussy when one of your friends walked into the kitchen. I was just trying to calm her."

  "And you think I should just let it go?"

  "But... but it's the truth, Master! Why would I lie about that?"

  "I thought I specifically told you both to behave tonight? Maybe you wanted to test me?" I was pulled down to my knees.

  "No, Master, that's not fai
r..."

  "I think I'm the judge of what’s fair around here."

  "But that's … we didn't do anything Master. It was habit, and a mistake."

  "Excuses again, Baby, I've no doubt."

  "No!"

  Master paused, and looked down at me, leaned forward, and in a low voice asked, "What do you suggest?"

  "Whatever, Sir."

  He looked unconvinced.

  "Well, Sir, I don't know what else..." I was becoming desperate, more tearful.

  "How would you punish me for embarrassing you in front of your friends, I wonder...?"

  "Never, Master! You never would embarrass me. I don't know what my punishment should be, Master." Our eyes locked and I know a look of puzzlement had crossed my face and a horrible thought occurred to me. "You don't mean…" I whispered.

  Master's voice startled me from my thoughts. "Put your hands behind your head and interlace your fingers. Don't you dare lower your hands until I say so. Good. Now spread your legs." He moved his foot between my knees as I hastened to comply with his commands. I well remembered the consequences of disobedience, even of delay. "Wider," he said as I knelt in front of him, my heat just inches off the floor, naked, vulnerable, open and trembling with fear and with desire.

  I knew that, between my gaping thighs, my moistness betrayed my true feelings about my punishment. I could, in my shame, feel the small trickle of dampness slowly creep down the soft flesh of my inner thigh.

  I could smell the faint, but distinctive, odor of my arousal and I closed my eyes. I was mortified when I felt his index finger touch that trickle of dampness and he simply stated, "You love this, you know".

  I blushed furiously at his truthful declaration, then gasped as that index finger slowly, tantalizingly moved further up my quivering flesh. When it reached my engorged, open and soaking wet pussy lips, it lovingly traced the outline of the outer folds of skin. Struggling to obey his earlier injunction to keep my legs wide apart, I shuddered with soaring lust. When his finger touched my clit, roughly rubbing it back and forth in my juices, I moaned deeply in my throat, almost a cat-like growl, and began to shake uncontrollably. My breath quickened and became shallower. My hips thrust forward, trying shamelessly to impale itself on the intruding finger. I groaned with frustration as he ceased touching of my most intimate places.

  Master stopped abruptly and sat back in his chair. "Lay across my lap, Baby." I moved as if in a trace, my body lethargic from the heat in my core. Moving to lie cross his lap with my (what you had loving called creamy white) buttocks in the air, he ran his hands over both cheeks and pressed me down harder on his waiting thighs. My nipples hardened on contact with his rough wool pants. Tiny tremors shook my body.

  Smack! His hand rejoined my bare bottom on the right cheek, smack in the middle at the fleshiest and most sensitive portion. I shrieked with surprise and sudden, agony. My shriek was cut short by a rapid succession of very hard, well-placed blows.

  As the pain in my tortured bottom bloomed like a solar flare, I struggled with all my strength, trying to free myself, trying to flee from my just deserts. My muscles tensed as I strained against his hold on my arm and across my knees. The solidity of his strength mocked my puny efforts and his hand continued its inexorable rise and fall against my bare bottom. The pain continued to blossom and grow with each smack until my bottom was a seething mass of raw, pulsating nerve-endings, each transmitting its horrible message of pain to my brain. My whole consciousness was concentrated on my bottom, my poor, naked, martyred keester. I gave in to the inevitable, resigned myself to my fate and burst into heartrending sobs. His hand continued its work. Finally, after I was near hysteria from the pain and the overwhelming feelings of helplessness, he stopped. In fact, it had stopped some time before that fact registered in my consciousness. I first realized it had stopped when I felt his hard, rough hand against my swollen bottom, rubbing it gently.

  Slowly, as my sobbing subsided, I felt the furnace-like heat increasing again in my pussy. I unconsciously parted my thighs and begin to thrust up my hips and bottom to increase the pressure of his touch. This strengthened touch increased the pain in my bottom while inflaming the lust in my pussy. I felt his hand slip off my buttocks and insinuate itself between my slightly parted thighs, pushing them further apart. Gasping, I opened my thighs widely, thrusting my pussy against his hand and breathed a long, shuddering, "Yeeeessss! Please!"

  Master found my vagina totally open to his fingers. It was sopping wet, and as scorched as an open flame. My pussy seemed to suck his fingers into it as if it had a life of its own. My hips were bucking and pumping furiously against his hand, desperate with need. I pushed his thumb deeply inside of me as he grasped my clit between two of his fingertips and moved it back and forth like a toy joy-button.

  I shrieked again begging to be allowed to cum. "Yes, Baby, cum for me." I let out a low moan, this time with unbridled pleasure and lust as I began to climax, a long, deep, profound orgasm, which momentarily, allowed me to forget the pain and humiliation I had just endured. "I love you," he said, "that's why I must punish you this way when you need it."

  CHAPTER 2

  As I spiraled down to earth the pain and humiliation of the spanking again flared in my mind and body. His thumb had stopped its relentless assault but remained in me. I felt my vagina continue to contract and expand around it, wet and hot.

  "Baby, a repeat of tonight’s fiasco will not happen again, will it?"

  Sniffling through tears of pain and pleasure, my buttocks throbbing. "No, Master, it won't."

  "Good. Now get up and head for the shower. Make sure you clean every nook and cranny." Smack. Again the pain flashed and moved down and out. My breath caught in my throat in a moan. "Move it, and tell Kitten I wish to see her now."

  Jumping up and moving toward the door on rubbery legs, I again heard your voice call to me. "Stop, Baby, aren’t you forgetting something?"

  I turned back to look into his eyes and said, "Thank you, Master".

  "Good girl, now off with you."

  Kitten was kneeling outside the door, her big blue eyes the size of saucers. I felt my face heat up. She had heard all that had happened. I knew she was worried but I couldn't comfort her. "Master is waiting, Kitten," I said as I moved down the hall to the bathroom. Looking back as she closed the door, I notice her bottom lip trembling.

  I went inside and closed the door, pressing my back and butt to the cool smooth surface. It quickly sent a chill coursing from my ass and shoulders. Resting there, I could vaguely hear the slaps on Kitten's buttocks, wrenching at each moment of impact. I felt my breath catch in my throat. I could feel myself being lifted away again. Shaking my head to bring me back to the present, I roughly pushed away from the door. The cold tiles curled my toes.

  Starting the water and checking it, I turned on the jets. I slid behind the clear curtain and stood perfectly still, letting the water rush over my burning body. Slowly, I reached for the soap and washcloth and applied both to my breast. I felt little rivulets of water searing down my back and buttocks, then felt the cooling after effects. I let out a low moan, blinking back the feelings rising within me. I lowered the cloth to my pussy and gently stroked it up and down working up a good lather.

  As I stroked my pussy, I thought about his hands on me, in me, all over me. The jets were doing a steady pitter-patter on my nipples, sending tiny pinpoints of sensation darting through my breast. My ass was still throbbing with the beat of my heart which steadily increased in speed.

  Instinctively, I reach for the showerhead and brought it to my well-creamed mound, rinsing it off, hold the lips apart so the water pounded on my clit. The exposure to my heat from the pulsating jet ignited a slow burn in my core. I was starting to drift off into the moment. Nothing else mattered but this feeling of joy that was starting to wash over me.

  "Baby, what are you doing?" My eyes flew open and there he stood. I could see him clearly through the curtain, hands on hips, legs braced and eyes that
penetrated straight to my soul.

  The showerhead started to fall from my trembling hand. Gasping for air, I tried to speak clearly. "I was washing, Master".

  "Were you baby? Looks like your fingers are where they're not supposed to be and you thought to cum without me. Tsk tsk, you know the rules baby, only the cloth or I am allowed to touch you there. Well, you have started, continue, cum for me baby."

  Kitten entered on hands and knees, a thin gold chain around her waist. Her normally alabaster ass was rosy red. She stopped and turned to kneel up behind you and slightly to your left. I looked at her tearstained cheeks and red-rimmed eyes before she bowed her head.

  As she spread her knees wide, the gold chastity belt covering her mound became painfully evident. I was shaking like a leaf in a heavy windstorm. I knew I had to finish this but I had a terrible feeling in the pit of my stomach I knew what was to come after.

  "Well, Baby, we’re waiting. I have said you could cum, what are you waiting for. Do it, now!" The jet and his voice did their work. Inhaling I blinked once, teetering on the edge, then fell into the pathos of pleasure that electrified my heat, sending wave after wave of lightning fast jolts through my body. A low primal moan cut from my lips as Master pinched and twisted both nipples while I came.

  "Look at me, Baby, can you understand what I'm saying?" I was trying to focus on his words but the sensation still had me in its grip. Nodding slowly, body shaking and knees locked, I raised my gaze to his face.

  "Yes, Master," I whispered as I licked my lips.

  "You will dry off." He pulled my nipples out more. "You will go to the dungeon where Kitten will be waiting with further instructions. You are to do this now, with out delay."

  I sagged back against the tiles of the shower stall as you released my nipples. "Yes, Master".

  CHAPTER 3

  With glazed eyes I watched Master pull down his sleeves over bulging arms. The width of his muscled back rippled under the white shirt and I remembered how I had run my hand over it as I messaged the oil into and over his back. My fingers curled around the showerhead and I felt flush all over. His butt tightened as he shifted and pulled on his jacket and my breath caught in my throat.