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For a second morning in a row I was squirming and trying in vain a comfortable position on the breakfast table chair. However, this time I wasn't the only one with that problem. We heard all about the movie he had seen and he had his old sense of humor back as he said he saw it while standing behind the back row. Even the well cushioned theater seats were too uncomfortable for the full length of the show. As she had promised, she asked him a lot of questions about the plot and since I had already seen the movie too, the three of us exchanged our favorite bits of dialog and all got to laughing.
She sent him upstairs to get something and with him temporarily out of the way she sat down next to me to ask how I felt. I had to laugh as I answered, "Unless this chair is on fire, I'd say I felt like a girl who has gotten a spanking from a real expert last night." She accepted my words as the compliment they were meant to be and then she wanted to know if I was still willing to go through with my request and be Dave's slave for another day. I responded immediately with, "Yes but only during the day. Tonight I want you to teach me more about being a slave to a woman and it won't make me go back on my decision but I have to know, will you spank me like you did last night again?"
She smiled as she shook her head. "No, that was punishment for the way you acted in the restaurant and I don't think I need to repeat it which is not to say I won't spank you. What's the fun in having a slave if you can't make her life a little miserable but it won't be anything like I had to give you last night."
My daylight hours master came back into the room and she told us the house needed a good cleaning and it would probably take us a few days. However, she broke the chores down into manageable chunks so we only had to spend a few hours each day on them but only if we both worked. There was to be none of this business of him just sitting and watching if we expected to have any free time in the afternoon when we could entertain ourselves as we wished. She gave us our list for today and turned to Dave. "I still don't think I can trust her to do anything correctly so I'm leaving you in charge. Take whatever action you think is necessary to make sure she does a good job but if you think she deserves a spanking or two I'd like you to wait. Let's give her bottom a short rest. After lunch you can correct her morning faults and any other spankings will be entirely at your discretion but I'm limiting you to using your hand only." She then directed her comments to me. "You will do everything he tells you to do even if it has nothing to do with the chores. Do you understand me?" She had just said I was his slave and we both understood her completely but since the question was mine to answer I nodded. She continued, "He going to go miniature golfing with some friends tonight and asked if you could go with him. I'm sorry but I don't think that you've earned that privilege just yet so you'll stay home with me. Of course, if he's not going to be home it means he can't give you the evening spanking I promised him but you're not getting out of it. We'll postpone it for another night."
She gathered her things as was about to leave when I asked, "What will I be allowed to wear today?" As she walked out the door she gave us the answer we both were waiting for. "Nothing."
We went back to our breakfast and worked together to clean up. It wasn't until we got to the top of the stairs that he took advantage of his mother's offer. He followed me into my room and after I was out of my pajamas I faced him in pretty much the same fashion as I did the morning before when he got his first look at the nude me. My breasts were pushed out towards him and I added the touch of placing my feet about a yard apart. In case there was any doubt in his mind that I understood what his mother said my status was to be I said, "I am your slave and this body is yours to do with as you wish."
His acceptance of my offer started with a wonderful kiss and then he told me to kneel on the bed with my head down and bottom raised. He left the room and I held that position until he returned. It wasn't very hard to do since he was back in nothing flat. I felt safe in assuming he was not going to spank me right then but I was curious what he had in mind. I started to smile as I heard the now familiar sounds of a small package opening and when I felt the bed shift under his weight I moved my knees to give him complete and unobstructed access to where he wanted to put the part of him I just knew was now wrapped in thin rubber. He was nice enough to run his fingers over, around and in the orifice that was waiting a little impatiently for the real thing but I appreciated that he wanted to make sure I was ready to be impaled. Believe me, from the minute I knew we had permission to play the slave game I had been ready.
It felt so good when he filled me. I was still new at sexual intercourse so this was the first time we had joined together in this manner. It was a different feeling from the traditional missionary position we used twice yesterday and very nice. The only drawback was that he was bumping into my rear end which was still suffering the effects of the paddling but each time he rubbed his skin against mine as his thrusts got harder and faster, it just added a wonderful bit of spice to our coupling. A lot more exciting minutes later I fell forward and he landed on top of me. We were both quite satisfied.
Eventually he shrank down to normal size and slipped out of me. He rolled off and lay at my side as his hand softly stroked my bottom. He said it looked like it had been through quite a session the night before and I concurred. Next we both got up and stood by the mirror to compare the marks the were his mother's signature. Although mine were newer by a couple of hours we declared it a tie.
The shower in her bathroom was big enough for two people and it was so romantic as we washed each other. How shall I say this. There were certain parts of us that seemed to need extra-special attention and multiple applications with soapy hands and soft wash cloths. By the time we dried each other with towels he was as hard as a rock and I had just the place for it, ready and well lubricated. I asked him where he kept the rubbers as I wanted to put it on him myself. That's when he not so subtly reminded me that I was not the one to decide how and when we would have sexual contact.
First he spent a little more time playing with my breasts and then down lower until I was panting in pure unadulterated lust and begging him to take me. Then he said my desires were not important and he wanted a repeat performance of the skill I had learned in those magazines. I moaned in frustration but went down to my knees and what was wrapped around him was not one of the items he bought at the drug store but the mouth of his slave girl. After a few minutes I raised my head and told him I was very aroused. One of my sins at the restaurant was the use of foul language and I will admit that talking like that in a public setting was in poor taste and I deserved to be punished for it. Be that as it may, right then, the word that caused the most problems in that context was the most appropriate single syllable word I could think of to let him know exactly what I wanted. He pushed my head back to its assigned task and between sounds of pleasure and encouragement for me to try this or that he said it was not his problem that I was horny. Since keeping me frustrated was part of my punishment yesterday morning it didn't strike his as such a bad idea for me to suffer that way again. He considered it a small way to show me who was really calling the shots until he could apply other forms of discipline. As for now, he maintained his hold on my head and directed its movements while my lips and tongue did their part. Since it hadn't been too long since our romp on the bed it took a while before I had to swallow what erupted from him.
Listening to him praise my efforts both during the event and now as he helped me up just made me want him even more. After he got dressed he found a piece of paper and said it was going to be my list of things to discuss with him after lunch. He wrote:
1) Failed to perform assigned task without question.
2) Used obscene language.
I knew what the `discussion' was going to be and I wouldn't have much to say except my numerous variations an the other four-letter word that was such an important part of my vocabulary during this visit. "Ouch."
Our first chore was to clean the bathrooms so he chose the smaller one and sent me to work on the other. Unfortunately, I had some of the supplies he needed and he walked in on me trying to use my own hand to find a little relief. Item number three on his list now read something about masturbating without permission and he decided we should work together since he couldn't trust me to be alone. Once the first bathroom was clean we moved to the second one. Of course I carried the cleansers and sponges and I also had to walk with my feet wide apart because he was behind me with his hand in my crotch. The trip was just long enough to get me very close to a climax but as you can guess, he left me in that state at the very worst moment. I was very distracted and didn't do quite the job on my part of the cleaning that he felt it deserved so now there were four items on his list.
He kept his hands off me as we dusted and vacuumed the upstairs rooms but as soon as we got to the ground floor he felt a need to make sure my breasts were still as firm and smooth as they were up in the shower. He had me panting when he slid his hand down my side and around to my rear end. He gave that a couple of good squeezes and then rubbed it as he said he couldn't wait until after lunch.
That's how we spent the rest of the morning. Both of us working but always in the same room and with a few interruptions for him to make sure my level of arousal hadn't diminished. Believe me, he kept me on the edge for hours and as a result, he had to add a few more entries to his list for my lack of concentration and overlooking some small detail of my assigned chore. I came really close to making it over the edge once. I had been using the upright vacuum when he felt the need for one of his refresher feels and he thought it would be cute to leave it running and put the handle between my legs and hold it against my crotch. The vibrations were very similar to his mother's toy but he was keeping a close watch on my face and somehow knew just when to pull it away. Damn him! I was almost there. What's more, I knew I wouldn't reach that goal until my after-lunch spanking had been taken care of.
At last, our chores were completed and it was time to eat. I was dreading and looking forward to this all morning. The chair wasn't as uncomfortable as it was at breakfast but that feeling wasn't going to last long. However, I wasn't sitting the same way. He had me turn sideways so I could keep my legs wide open and let him look at the part of me that wanted him so bad. That only lasted about half the meal. He pushed my plate to the far side of the table so I could reach it when I was bending over the edge. He was just a little to my left and I finished the rest of my sandwich swinging back and forth emotionally. Sometimes it would be the pure pleasure of his adept fingers on what I had so blatantly displayed and then the fear of impending doom when he would slide his hand back to rub the surface where he was going to extract payment for his catalogue of my shortcomings.
He left me in that position with my bottom pushed out in vulnerability and desire for his attention while he put the kitchen back in proper order. Then he led me by the hand up to my room. He asked if I was still in the mood for sex and I guess he didn't believe my answer so he verified it himself. As I had been doing all morning, I moaned in satisfaction and then frustration as his fingers stroked, probed and withdrew. He took out a rubber and put the unopened package on the night table. Then changed his outfit to resemble mine and that wonderful part of him that I had been craving was as ready for action as I was. For a moment I thought he was going to delay the spanking until after we had sex but I had no such luck. He said he was going to have sexual intercourse with me (and those were exactly the words he used) and he was going to take his pleasure after my spanking. He sat down and took me over his lap. I couldn't help reaching out to steady myself on him as I moved into position and convinced myself that he was as hard as he looked. I could feel it against me when I was, for the moment, comfortably settled. He gave me an advance order. As soon as the spanking was over I was to get on the bed as I had earlier. He would take over from there. He added that he hoped I would remember his command because it was going to be quite a while before I had to comply with it. You can be sure, it was.
He had given me his list and I had to read the first item. He delivered a shortened version of his mother's style of discipline and then I had to read out the next line. Another spanking followed complete with the first hard swat, a bunch of fast ones and then the widely spaced hard swats with plenty of time for me to cry out. And so it went until every stupid thing I did or forgot to do was covered. As you might guess, every square inch of my rear had been covered too. Towards the end it was getting very difficult for me to see the paper through my tears and I had been grasping it so tightly that it was getting very crumpled. The time between spankings grew longer and that just made every new beginning even worse.
At last he pushed me off his lap and I scrambled into my assigned position. The bottom that was raised high on the bed was really on fire but a few inches away was finally in heaven again. We had both been ready for this for quite a while and we didn't last long but neither one of us offered any complaints. Besides, after a short rest of snuggling and fondling we tried again in the more traditional position and although certain parts of me were uncomfortable being bounced off the sheets the rest of me thought the extended activities were just fine.
He got dressed and helped me make the bed before we went back downstairs. He was walking behind me so I didn't realize he brought my hairbrush with him till later. We played cards for a while and just before I sat down I looked wistfully at the cushions on the sofa. It sure would be nice if I could put one of them on the chair but I knew better than to even ask so as softly as possible I eased myself down. I was about an inch away from the seat when he put his hands on my shoulders and forced my to go the rest of the way fast. As I plopped down I bounced back up and he pushed me down again. In a way it was like getting another spanking but it was the chair doing the honors on my rear end. At last I was able to stay seated and he dealt the cards.
We played for an hour or two and I was losing almost every hand. My mind wasn't really on the game. When it was my turn to deal he would stand behind me and do the most delightful things to my breasts and once or twice I got so distracted when I was shuffling the cards that they would go flying in all directions. Since I dropped them I had to pick them up but he wanted me to bend at the waist with my legs almost straight and feet apart. As you can imagine, he was standing right next to me and would reach under me to stroke and poke which I liked and then move back a little to rub and squeeze which I wasn't as fond of. However, I have to admit that both actions were getting and keeping me very turned on and when his fingers moved forward there was plenty of lubrication to make their excursion into me very easy. When he finally had me totally ignoring the cards he brought the hairbrush out of its hiding place. He handed it to me so that when I took it the handle was pointing out. He didn't need to tell me to get on the floor but he did. I think it was only for appearance sake so he could feel like he was still in command but by the time he gave me that order I was on my back. I was just about to shove it in when I remembered the second notation on his list so I waited. I had it poised and ready as I looked up at him and begged for permission to satisfy myself. He shook his head. Then I rephrased my request to ask if he would let me entertain him with a show of how a shameless slave performed for the pleasure of her master.
He smiled and ordered me to play with my body. I was happy to show him that his slave was very, very obedient. I gave him a performance to dream about for months. I was making up for all the frustration I felt while trying to do my chores and one little orgasm wasn't going to do it. I was lost in my own little world and the occasional passing thought that he was watching me spurred me to greater heights. I was getting good at this business of masturbating for an audience but what I didn't know was that somewhere along the line the number of observers doubled.
On of the drawbacks to being naked is not wearing a watch so I didn't realize what time it was when he gave me his last order. As I said, I wasn't in a rush to finish so I don't have any idea how long she was standing beside him and watching the shameless little slut going into contortions of lust on her living room rug.
When I saw her I tried to stand up but she told me to stay where I was. Turning to Dave she asked if watching my little demonstration excited him and how long it had been since he had sex with me. He said it did and we used a rubber about two hours ago. Her next two questions were a real surprise. Did he think he was capable of doing it again now and did he have any rubbers with him. He was nervous but answered both queries affirmatively She casually said, "I'm going into the kitchen to start on supper. I'll need your help but it can wait a few minutes. In the meantime, you've got a naked girl on the floor in front of you and at least one prophylactic. There's no sense in sending you off to play with your friends if you're still horny. See if she has any life left in her and get it out of your system. When you're done, send her upstairs to take a shower and get some clothes on. I don't a naked hussy eating supper with us."
He extracted himself from his pants and soon discovered that I wasn't entirely exhausted yet. She stayed to see him start into me and then left us alone. He didn't know about how I was her slave and I wasn't about to tell him but there was something extra special about being naked while a boy who hadn't even bothered to take his clothes off was pounding into me. Above and beyond that, I knew I was pleasing both my master and my mistress.
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