Chapter 3

The next morning he woke before her and went in to shower and get ready for the day. After he took his shower and got dressed, he went into the kitchen and got the coffee going. He had just sat down to enjoy a morning cup of coffee when she came around the corner, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

“Good morning, slut! I was wondering if you were going to join the living today!” he said.

“Sorry, Master ... I guess I slept later than I thought! I will get breakfast going right away,” she said.

“That’s fine. How did you sleep last night?” he asked.

“Oh, Master! I slept wonderfully! I always sleep better when I am here with you. I feel safe and protected as well as loved and wanted. It beats my cold, lonely apartment anytime!” she said, smiling broadly.

“You have spent more than a few nights here since we first started this and I became your Master, haven’t you?” he said.

“Yes, Master and I have loved every one of them. To be honest with you, I feel more at home here with you than I do in my own apartment. My apartment is just someplace I got to after I get off work when I can’t find something else to do. I have spent many hours in the library or walking in the malls or whatever just to keep from having to go home to my apartment. The problem is that eventually everything closes down and I have to go home.”

“Well, I am glad you feel so at home here, slut. I enjoy having you here. This house too, can get awful quiet when I don’t have the sounds of another person to liven the place up,” he said.

“You, Master?” she said, surprised, “I would think that you have your pick of women to come and keep you company!”

He laughed, “Silly girl! No, your Master isn’t quite the Casanova you make him out to be! Actually, I only have a couple of girls I use with any regularity ... you and one other. And more so with you than her. I have a couple others that drop by from time to time, but it’s very sporadic ... sometimes I will go almost a year before seeing them again.”

“So this other girl ... is she ... as good as me? Better?” she asked, concerned.

“Oh no! You aren’t going to get me in that quicksand, young lady!” he chuckled, “Let’s just say you and her are different people with different wants and needs. When I am with you, I am with you. And when I am with her, I don’t compare you to her. You are individuals and I treat you as such. It’s apples and oranges, and I like both fruits equally!” he said.

“Well, I’d rather be a peach; a nice ripe peach ... velvety soft on the outside, and juicy and sweet on the inside!” she said, kissing him on the cheek.

“Okay, peach ... hurry up with breakfast, I’m starved and we have things to do today!” he said swatting her on the ass. She squealed and scampered into the kitchen looking back at him as she rounded the corner of the bar counter.

About twenty minutes later, they were sitting down to a breakfast of ham and cheese omelets, hash browns, toast, and juice. “I hope you like your breakfast, Master. I’m not really used to cooking for anyone but myself, and that usually consists of something in the microwave or ordering a pizza or Chinese take out!” she said.

“It’s delicious, slut, don’t worry. I usually just grab a cup of coffee and a bagel or something on my way to work and on the weekends I got out to a coffee shop or something for a little more breakfast. So having a home cooked meal is a treat for me,” he said.

“Well, for this weekend you are going to eat like a man, not a mouse Master!” she said with a big happy smile on her face.

“I guess that means I will have to work off all those big ole’ calories then! Hmmm, I wonder what I can do to lose those extra home cooking calories. Any ideas, slut?” he said with a smirk. They laughed together and finished up their meal.

After breakfast, she cleared the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher to get clean, wiped off the table, and cleaned up the kitchen after cooking. When she was done cleaning up from breakfast, she went into the living room where he was sitting watching the morning news. Kneeling at his feet she looked down at the floor “I have cleaned your kitchen, Master, and put the dishes to wash,” she said softly.

“Very good, thank you slut,” he said, “Come sit,” he said, patting his lap. She scrambled to her feet. It was a rare thing to be able to sit in his lap – normally they don’t have the luxury of time for cuddling. But this weekend was going to give them a chance to connect on a more intimate level than just a quick spank-and-fuck session. She curled up in his lap and laid her head on his shoulder, softly purring her contentment. They watched the news and weather report together with her wrapped comfortably in his arms.

Once the news was finished, he turned the TV off. “Well, as comfortable as this is, slut, there is another matter which needs to be addressed, and I believe you know what that is,” he said.

“Yes, Master. Kitty needs to be punished for breaking your rules,” she said.

“That’s right. Now because we have an unusual window of time this weekend, we can make sure that this punishment won’t have to be rushed like they normally are. So I have figured out a schedule of sorts to spread out the punishment and make sure all the necessary areas are thoroughly disciplined.

“Today, we will work your ass over good and proper. Tomorrow, we will move up to give your tits their punishment. And Sunday, we will concentrate our efforts on that naughty pussy. Doing it this way will insure that there will be a hole available for me to use, and by moving up to your tits tomorrow, it will allow your ass to recuperate a bit so when I spank that pussy, it will feel it more,” he said.

“Yes, Master. Whatever you decide. I need to be punished and you are the Master. I will submit to whatever you decide. I trust you and know this is for my own good. I want to please you and I didn’t, so I need to be punished’” she said.

“I’m glad you see it that way, slut. Now go make yourself presentable and then go down in the basement and wait for me,” he said, “Be quick about it – the sooner we get started, the sooner we get done with this.”

“Yes Master,” she said, getting up from his lap and heading to the bathroom. While she was getting herself made up for her Master, she prepared herself for what she knew would be a real test of her endurance and her will to please him.

Master knew how to bring her to the edge of her boundaries and give her a glimpse of what’s on the other side. He had helped her expand those boundaries, showing her that she could do more than she ever thought possible.

Now she was facing not one short session but three sessions each that could last for hours and hours! Could she hold out and endure what would surely be pain and suffering the likes of which she has never known? She would have to try. She loved her Master dearly – the thought of disappointing him was more painful than any whipping he could give her.

She finished getting ready and made her way down the hallway to the door leading to the basement. As she walked from the bathroom, she began to get strangely excited, she was after all a pain slut; she got the most intense orgasms when there was pain involved. She had developed an ability to turn pain into pleasure and add that to any real pleasure she was getting for an even stronger, more powerful orgasm.

As she walked down the hallway, her heels made a clicking sound on the hardwood floor. This clicking sound rang in her ears and with every step she knew she was getting closer to her punishment. The thought of what lay ahead of her made her panties damp then wet as she approached the basement door.

She turned the knob on the door and pulled it open. It opened easily and as it got halfway open it started squeaking announcing her arrival. She went down the wooden stairs her heels making even more clicking sounds ... so much for making a quiet entrance! As her vision cleared the upper floor, she saw Master sitting on a bar stool waiting for her.

Shit, she thought, He’s been waiting here for me!

“I’m sorry I took so long, Master. I just wanted to look good for you,” she said as she approached. She stood there with her head lowered and her hands behind her back, a sign of respect and submission.

“Well, let’s see what I waited for then,” he said, raising her chin with his fingers. She did look quite fetching and she felt a wave of relief wash over her as she saw him smile approvingly. “You look quite lovely my slut. It was definitely worth the wait!” he said.

“I’m so glad,” she breathed. “When I saw you down here already I got scared that you would be angry with me for taking so long.”

“I knew that you must be taking your time to prepare for me. I didn’t think you were stalling ... first off you enjoy these sessions and secondly you know that stalling doesn’t prevent me from punishing you, it only delays it a bit. Which gives your mind longer to fear it and it makes me more cross with you!” he said.

“Yes, Master and I don’t want to make you any more cross than you are. I am in enough trouble without making things worse for myself!” she said, with a feeble smile.

“Well, we will take care of that shortly. First, though I want to talk to you. Now you know that I love you, slut and I only want the very best for you. I treasure your submission and would protect you with my life if need be and not give it a second thought.

“The rules I establish and the punishments I dole out are carefully thought out with only your care and protection in mind. I do not like causing you pain, but I know that you are one of those rare creatures that needs it to feel complete. So I give you just enough to reach your needs but not so much as to hurt you permanently.

“Now today I will be spanking and whipping your ass and most probably the backs of your legs. To do this, I will employ my paddle, my belt, a riding crop, and my whip. It is going to hurt, I won’t kid you about that.

“But you have your safeword and you can use it if it gets too intense. With other submissives, I would probably use a gag but because we are going into touchy territory I won’t use one today - I want to be able to hear you call your safeword clearly if you do. Now what is your safeword, slut?” he asked.

“Camaro, Master. It’s the model of my car,” she said.

“Very good. Now step over here and let’s get you ready,” he said.

He took her to a wooden post that helped support the basement ceiling and first floor. Close to the top of the post there was an iron rod stuck through the post and connected by a chain to each end was a leather wrist cuff.

He stood her there facing the post while he attached a leather cuff to each wrist. Her arms were stretched fully but not painfully up over her head. Then he took a wide belt like a weightlifters belt and wrapped it around the small of her back, pulling her up against the post and buckling her and the post together.

“There you are nice and secure. This belt will help protect your back in case of an errant strike. I thought about securing your ankles but I want to watch you dance around as I spank you!” he said.

“Yes Master,” she breathed. She was already getting worked up just being bound like this. She could feel the roughness of the old post against her soft flesh and how it split her tits, nestling itself in the valley between them. She could feel the hardness against her pussy ... she would have to use that when he began whipping her!

Once she was firmly fastened to the post, he picked up the bottle of baby oil that he had brought downstairs with him. He squirted a little in his hands and rubbed them together then applied the baby oil to her ass.

“This baby oil with help protect your delicate skin from the abuse it will undergo today. It softens the skin and makes it more pliant and supple to absorb what is done to it. It also has a nice feature in that it holds the heat in and makes the burn last a lot longer – something I know you especially will appreciate!” he said.

He rubbed the oil into her ass thoroughly, taking care to cover every inch of her ass and the backs of her legs down to her knees. She enjoyed the oil rubdown and as she moaned he made a special effort to make it sexy for her, slipping his hands between her legs and rubbing up to her dampening pussy.

She wriggled her ass in enjoyment of his rubdown but this wasn’t to be a pleasure spanking so just as she was getting aroused and into being played with he stopped, wiping his hands with a towel.

Leaving her frustrated, he went to the cabinet across the room and opened it. This is where he kept most of his tools and toys. He had a smaller “toybox” upstairs in the bedroom with a few things but most of his work was done down here. He selected a wooden paddle, to begin with, and brought it back for her to see.

The wooden paddle was a half-inch thick, three and a half inches wide and sixteen inches long including the handle. It was made of maple and was sanded perfectly smooth with softly rounded edges and a smooth multi-coat varnish finish.

“You remember this paddle don’t you slut?” he spoke softly, as he stroked her naked ass with the paddle. “You remember this paddle and just what it does to you, don’t you?”