Under His Discipline (Love Under Lockdown Book 18)

by Jamie Knight

  Nonsensical words fell from my lips. I was screaming, crying, sobbing, begging. My pussy muscles clasped his cock and refused to release him.

  “Do you want me to come?” he asked.

  “Yes,” I cried. “Let me feel you.”

  Like a man possessed, he pumped his hips and buried his head in the crook of my neck. I dug my heels into his lower back, urging him to go as deep as he could.

  On a growl, he bit out my name, and I felt his cum spurt inside me. I orgasmed for the second time. This one stronger than the last.

  “I love you.”

  My words were so low, they weren’t even a whisper. There was no way he heard them, but I had to say them to release them from my heart.

  Chapter 10 - Max

  I woke up early and left Charli sleeping. As tempting as it was to wake her up and fuck her again, I decided to let my pet rest. She would need all the sleep she could get.

  My heart palpitated, thinking about what had occurred between us. And it wasn’t just physical for me. For the first time, it was also emotional. I was falling head over heels in love with her.

  I went down to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for us. It surprised most people that I cooked. Not because of my gender so much as my position and wealth.

  Everyone assumed I’d have staff to cook for me. Other than Cedric, and a few cleaners, there weren’t any staff to speak of, though. I liked my privacy.

  It was the first time in years I’d made waffles for two. Elsa had taught me when I was ten, and they’d been a favorite of mine since. But I usually enjoyed them alone. Now I wanted to share everything with Charli.

  Closing the waffle iron lid, I reached for the plates, hardly noticing as Charli came in. She wore just a shirt, most of the buttons open.

  “No,” I said. “I didn’t permit you to wear my clothes. You know what happens when you do things you’re not supposed to.”

  She jumped in surprise. Then nodded and bent over the counter. She knew it was coming. Pulling up the back of the shirt, I spanked her hard. My hand made a resounding smack on her sweet ass.

  Charli didn’t cry. Didn’t yelp. She just stood there, ass presented, as I struck her. Five times on one cheek and five on the other, each smack bringing up a bright red handprint in her pale skin. She was brave and took her punishment stoically.

  “Go put some clothes on—your own clothes.”

  She lowered her eyes. “Yes, Master.”

  I’d spanked her so hard that she walked funny as she left the kitchen. I felt a pang of guilt about punishing her after the night we’d had, but I consoled myself with the knowledge that she had learned something. The pain wouldn’t be for nothing.

  The waffle iron beeped as Charli returned. I unplugged it so that I could give her my full attention. She stood still as I walked around her, examining every inch. She was slouching, so I pulled her into position.

  “Better. Hold it there,” I said.

  “Yes, Master.”

  True to her word, Charli stayed in the position I’d put her in, even as I lifted the back of her skirt and inspected her underwear.

  “Silk panties, good girl.”

  “Thank you, Master.”

  “Bra?” I asked, squeezing her tits hard.

  “Yes,” she gasped, still staying in position.

  Moving around her again, I ran a hand up her skirt and slipped a finger into the front of her panties. While holding the back of her neck with my free hand, I slipped two fingers into her pussy.

  “How are you feeling?”

  “A little sensitive, but okay. Thank you for last night, Master.”

  “You’re welcome, my pet.”

  After washing my hands, I served up the waffles with all the trimmings, and we sat down to breakfast. My sweet Charli minded her posture the entire time. She was doing better, though not perfect. I noticed several errors with the utensils.

  It was a small thing in terms of her current job but a big thing if she wanted to move on. Some people in my circle would notice such things, and she would be immediately found out and shunned. I wouldn’t have that, and it needed to be corrected.

  “Sit,” I said, when she got up to do the dishes.

  She dropped back down like a rock as I gathered the plates and utensils for the dishwasher.

  “Stay here until I get back.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  I wouldn’t have to spank her for disobedience, which was a relief. My sweet girl hadn’t moved an inch when I returned.

  “Do you know what you did?” I asked, sitting down next to her.

  “No, Master.”

  “You used the wrong utensil. There is a very particular order that needs to be followed if you want to fit in with certain circles.”

  Her brow wrinkled.

  “Okay.”

  I placed clean versions of the cutlery back down on the placemat in order, explaining what each was as I went.

  “Understand?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Did you make a mistake?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Do I have to spank you?”

  “Yes, Master?”

  There was a tinge of hope in her voice.

  “No.”

  She gasped, and her lips parted. I could understand her surprise and disappointment. The rules were clear, but she had misunderstood them.

  “It was a mistake but not an infraction. I can’t punish you for something you didn’t know. Now you know, so if you do it again, you will be punished. This time, it is a learning experience.”

  Charli was so relieved she burst into tears. I didn’t think she minded the spanking, but sometimes the anticipation was worse than the actual fact. Taking her in a warm embrace, I held her until she calmed down.

  “You okay, Pet?”

  “Yes, Master,” she said, drying her eyes. “I don’t want to disappoint you.”

  “You won’t, my sweet, sweet pet. I have a challenging day planned for you. Let’s go outside.”

  She dried her eyes and stood.

  I was determined to train Charli in every aspect she would need. Including attire such as high heels. She had to get steadier on them and, besides strengthening her legs, there was only one way I could think to do that.

  “Is that a tightrope?” she asked, looking unsure when she saw what I had set up outside.

  “Yep,” I said and nodded. “Take off your sneakers. You’re going to learn how to balance.”

  Obeying, Charli took off her sneakers and socks, leaving her barefoot. I’d tied a rope between two trees at the back of the house. It wasn’t too high, only about three feet off the ground.

  I wrapped my hands around her waist and lifted her up. Keeping one hand holding hers, I placed my other hand on her hip to keep her from falling.

  “Come on, Pet. One foot in front of the other. Heel to toe, heel to toe. Got it?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  It was rough going. Charli never fell but mostly because I was there. There were several dips and stumbles along the way, and when she reached the other end, she pressed hard against the trunk of the other tree.

  She looked uncertain and gnawed on her lower lip.

  “How many strikes is that?”

  “Zero. That was a practice run so that you can get the hang of it. Now we will go the other way, and you will be graded.”

  Taking a deep breath, Charli turned around and went back the way she had come. There were a couple of more dips, but she caught herself, never getting close to falling off. At least until the end where she tumbled down into my arms.

  “Can I stop now?” she asked.

  “Turn around.”

  Charli did as she was told and didn’t resist as I bent her over against the tree. I could feel her shudder as I lifted her skirt and eased down her panties. It wasn’t just because of the crisp fall day, either.

  Holding her skirt up with one hand, I stroked her smooth, round ass with the other, basking in her tende
r warmth. She had recovered nicely from the spanking that morning and was ready for more. Her plump ass cheeks were almost begging for it.

  What most people didn’t know was that there was more than one way to spank. Not just in terms of what is used to strike. The strikes were for punishment and correction, but I found I didn’t have it in me to give her the full serving.

  She trusted me entirely, and her gorgeous, curvy body was so tender and delicate. I would have to be careful. I opted for upward strokes.

  Cupping my hand slightly, I went up and across, slapping, then grabbing her ass. It still did the job of turning her ass red but gave less pain than would be involved with a flat palmed strike.

  “Are you wet?” I asked, recognizing the change in her scent.

  “Yes, Master. Soaked.”

  “To be fair, you did well on the way back. Right up until the end. Do you think you also deserve a reward?”

  She looked over her shoulder, a smile playing on her lips.

  “If you think I do, Master.”

  “What would you want?”

  “Anything, Master. I am yours.”

  “Even if I take you here?” I asked, stroking my fingertips against her ass hole.

  “Oh,” she gasped.

  I chuckled and slipped a pinky inside her puckered hole.

  She was trying to be brave, but I could still see a shudder run through her.

  “We’ll save that for another day. I’m going to fuck you instead.”

  I removed my finger and squeezed her ass in both hands as I got down between her trembling thighs.

  She needed to be ready before I slipped inside her. Starting softly, I ran my tongue the length of her silky soft pussy lips, making my pet moan and writhe as I pleasured her.

  It wasn’t long until she came, her whole body rattling with the strength of her orgasm. Slipping two fingers inside, I stroked her as I got into a standing position. Pressing my other palm on the small of her back, I replaced my fingers with my cock and slid into her tight little cunt.

  We both cried out in pleasure. The fit was still snug, but she took all of me with zero resistance like last night. Giving her a minute to get used to being filled up so completely, I put both hands on her hips and pumped. Moaning in delight, Charli moved with me, meeting my thrusts.

  Her sweet pussy got even tighter around my thick cock. If it hurt, she didn’t let on. I relished fucking her. With a feral groan, I pulled out and shot my hot load onto her back, marking her as mine.

  She’d be mine forever, if I got my way.

  And I always got my way.

  Chapter 11 - Charli

  My body was still singing when I woke up. What Max had done was something I would never forget.

  I hurt but only a bit and in a pleasant way. My deflowered pussy was still trying to recover from the fucking it had gotten over the past two days. I wanted to do it again and again and again, but I knew I should wait.

  I reached for my master, only finding a space occupied by a cool sheet. Sliding out from under the heavy duvet, I searched for an appropriate outfit, as per my master’s guidelines.

  He hadn’t spanked me for anything I wore. Except for yesterday morning when I went down in only a shirt. It was a fine line to walk. Too far either toward the sexy or the serious could be considered an infraction, but it was one of the things I was getting the knack of.

  My makeup was never very heavy, and he seemed to approve. It was hard to know for sure what was right. Max only mentioned things I was about to be smacked for. I figured if it went unsaid, it was okay.

  My clothes were fine. The problem was that I had spent so much time thinking about what to wear that I had forgotten about posture. One look from him, and it all came flooding back.

  Before he said a word, I bent over the kitchen counter with my skirt turned up and my panties down to my knees.

  Max stood behind me and pressed down on the small of my back with his left hand. He then came in hard with his right.

  The sound of the smack resounded through the kitchen. I yelped but didn’t move. He spanked me again on the other cheek. I could almost feel the crimson handprint rising on my milky flesh.

  Max beat my ass like drums, alternating between one cheek and then the other until both were radiating with an infernal heat. My flesh was no doubt the color of a sunburn.

  The faucet turned on, and before I could ask what was going on, I felt the cool touch of Max’s hand as he stroked it over my burning ass with cold water, helping quell the fire on my skin. Soon after, he kneaded my assailed flesh, making me moan with pleasure.

  “How about you make breakfast today?” he said, pulling up my panties and straightening my skirt.

  “Yes, Master.”

  I didn’t have a lot of skills, something I would be the first to admit. One thing I could do, though, was cook. Making banana pancakes like a boss, I decorated them with powdered sugar and complimented the whole meal with orange juice.

  We ate in silence, Max as unreadable as ever. I was just hoping breakfast had scored me some points after the posture problem.

  “Stand up,” he ordered, pushing the empty dishes off to the side.

  I obeyed. I got to my feet and waited for further instruction, wondering if I had more pain in store.

  “Come here,” he said, not looking at me.

  I stepped forward tentatively. As soon as I was within reach, Max seized me by both hips, making me yelp in surprise.

  “I’m still hungry.”

  He placed me on the table and pressed me back. Frantically, he pulled off my panties like he would die if he didn’t taste me soon.

  He dove into my pussy like a man possessed, devouring my cunt like a champion pie eater. Every muscle in my body tightened at once as he licked me towards the gates of ecstasy.

  I exploded all over his face, my domineering master continuing to lick as I shuddered with the aftershocks.

  Max cleaned us both with one of the napkins.

  “You taste delicious.”

  He glanced at me a moment.

  “Meet me in the office,” he said, replacing my panties and straightening my skirt.

  “Yes, Master.”

  Pulling myself together, literally and figuratively, I followed him up to the second level. I was steadier in high heels than I’d ever been before. There was still a falter here and there, but nowhere near the perilous, baby deer wobbles I had been doing at the magazine office.

  The tight-rope training helped. I never truly doubted him, but I was never more confident in my master and his abilities to help me improve.

  “Sit,” he ordered.

  I couldn’t be sure, but it felt like his voice had changed and sounded softer and more caring. He sat back, steepling his fingers, looking at me with an unreadable gaze. I could almost feel it as he scanned every inch of my body.

  “Good,” he said, when he finished his inspection.

  “Would you like something, Master?”

  “Coffee, please,” he said, already working on his computer.

  The editorial board, in their infinite wisdom, continued publishing the magazine online. Rather than being on an extended vacation like we first thought, Max had the same workload he’d had before, only with meetings held on Slack. He didn’t seem to mind and worked my training around his schedule, often combining the two.

  It felt like a step up, going from theory to practice. When we got back to the office after they lifted the lockdown, I felt confident that I would be fully trained and ready to serve him in the way he deserved.

  The coffee machine in the kitchen wasn’t much simpler than the one at the office, but I figured it out.

  Keeping my back straight and my stride even, I placed the cup on the desk. Max picked it up without looking and took a long sip.

  “Sit,” he said.

  I sat, back straight, shoulders pressed back against the chair, legs crossed. Something was coming. Whether it was a smack or getting screwed over his desk
remained to be seen. I prayed for the latter.

  I enjoyed the spanking, too, though. I’d never thought I was into pain play, but the way Max did it felt wonderful. Not as good as when he licked or fucked me, but nearly.

  When he finished his work, Max got up from his desk. His jutting erection obvious in his suit pants. It gave me hope I was in for pleasure rather than pain. He still hadn’t fucked me in the ass yet. Maybe he would today.

  “Get up,” he said.

  No sooner was I on my feet than he had me bent over the front of the desk, my ass high in the air. He was rougher than usual, shoving up my skirt and yanking down my panties.

  I braced for a severe spanking that might leave me screaming and crying. Imagine my surprise when his hand didn’t strike my bare ass but caressed my pussy.

  I could tell he was holding back by the way his hand trembled as he resisted the urge to shove all his fingers in and fist me until I screamed—something that was in the contract. He was trying to be gentle.

  The sensation of his hand stroking me made my knees weak. Before my legs gave way, Max caught me. His powerful arm wrapped around my waist as he stroked the head of his monster cock against my tight pussy. Taking a heavy breath in, I let it out as he slid all the way in, the front of his shirt pressing up against my ass.

  The movement was deep but slow, working every little part of me in a gentle, silken flow. His cock stroked against my clit and g-spot, making me feel like I might pass out with pleasure.

  He pulled back a little and went harder, setting off a fireworks display behind my eyes. I could feel him taking my hips and guessed what was coming next. Other than him, of course.

  Gradually picking up speed, he thrust deeply until his cock pounded me so hard the desk shook. Usually, being that rough with me would have hurt, but Max had made sure I was ready before he tried slamming me. Plus, I was so wet from my earlier orgasm on the breakfast table.

  I loved him with all my heart.

  He was my first man, and I hoped he would be my last. That he would be the only one to touch me the way he did. As long as I lived, I wanted no one else.