Chapter 25: Punishment

As soon as they got outside, Paul gave Betty a smack on the bottom. To his amazement she yelped and tears came to her eyes. "What's wrong? I didn't hit you that hard."

"Your slave is sorry, Master. It's just that my bottom has been spanked a lot and I'm really sore and tired."

Paul realized once again that he was dealing with real people, not dolls. "OK, you get the night off from spanking. But I will expect you to be properly thankful."

Betty smiled at him. "Oh YES, Master. Your slave will." She felt herself getting wet at the prospects.

"Now let's get going. We are going to run as often as you can manage. But if it gets to be too much, you can slow down."

Betty decided she would do her honest best. She tended to think of exercise as a four letter obscenity but she was determined not to let her Master down. She took off after Paul, not trying to run as fast as he did but pacing herself. Paul looked back at her and she smiled and gave him a thumbs-up.

In the kitchen, Jennifer was busy preparing dinner. She didn't want to make things difficult for Betty in front of Paul. She decided to roast some chicken for them and add baked potatoes. She also made a salad and filled the meal out with a few other things. When Paul and Betty returned, Betty was pleasantly surprised with the meal.

As they were finishing, Jennifer's dad came in to say he was going out for the night and they were welcome to have the house for themselves. He winked at Paul and told him to enjoy himself. Paul smiled and said he certainly would.

"Betty, you will do the clean up since Jennifer prepared such a great meal. Once you have finished you may have that hot bath you wanted earlier. Use the guest bath, I have other plans for the master bath tonight." Paul smiled at Jennifer and led her upstairs.

Betty was pouting as she cleared the table. She just didn't see why Jennifer couldn't help. It would have gotten her in that warm bath all the sooner.

Paul led Jennifer to the master bath and closed the door. He had been looking forward to some alone time with her all day. He loved both of his slaves, but Jennifer was his first and she had a special place in his heart.

"Naked, slave."

Jennifer wasted no time in shedding her clothes and then assuming the kneeling position Paul loved. He walked up to her and lifted her chin and as he did she opened her eyes slowly to gaze upon the naked body of her Master. He had undressed as well and was very much aroused. Jennifer took great pride in knowing his arousal was for her alone this time. She loved Betty but she loved Paul more and, after all, he was the Master of her universe.

"Slave, prepare to bathe Master."

Jennifer quickly rose and began filling the tub with warm water. Just as it was almost ready, she added some special salts. When it was finally ready, she took Paul's hand and guided him into the water and then joined him there. The master bath had been her mother's favorite room and was functional as well as indulgent. The over-sized, claw foot tub was the centerpiece in the room and was welcoming. She took a soft cloth and began washing Paul. She took her time to caress his skin with the cloth and lingered over each body part. His eyes were closed and he enjoyed the attention and peacefulness of the moment. By the time she had completed her task, she was very aroused herself. She stopped, unsure of what to do next, when Paul opened his eyes and said, "Now it's your turn."

"Oh no, Master, you cannot wash this lowly slave. It is not right," Jennifer replied.

"I am your Master. Whatever I decide is right."

Paul took the cloth from her and began to wash her. Jennifer was just a bit embarrassed when Paul reached her vagina and said. "Stand up so I can make sure I don't miss anything." Jennifer stood up and placed one foot on the side of the tub to give him the access he required. Soon Paul stood up as well and put his arms around her while rubbing the cloth in and around the folds of her womanhood. He lowered his head and found a hard nipple and began suckling her. Jennifer was becoming more excited and her breathing began to quicken. He soon dropped the cloth and, cupping her pussy with his hand, he slipped a finger inside and found her dripping wet for him. She shuddered as his finger slipped out and over her clit and back in again. Soon she was mewing softly and on the edge of climax.

"Don't cum without permission." Paul reminded her. He knelt down and put his hands on her hips, drawing her closer to him. He stuck his tongue out and touched her with the tip. He could feel her stiffen as she tried to resist so he reminded her again, "Don't you DARE cum without permission."

As he returned to his efforts she began to plead with him, "Master, may your slave cum now? Please Master. Please, your slave needs to cum. Master, please. Argh!" She could hardly breathe as she lost all control and succumbed to a massive orgasm as he vigorously tongued her. As she came down and tried to apologize, Paul kept going. She grabbed his head and held on for dear life as she went into another orgasm. It was all she could do to stand up and a third orgasm swept over her.

Jennifer was pushing Paul's head into her when he finally stopped. She had lost count of how many times he had gotten her to cum. "Didn't I tell you to ask permission before you came, slave?' came the teasing question.

"Yes, Master. Your slave is very sorry. She couldn't help it, Master."

"And what do we do when slaves are naughty?"

"Punish them. Oh please Master, don't punish me. I couldn't help it."

"Not only did you disobey but now you are using I and me?"

Jennifer hung her head, not really ashamed. "Your slave is sorry, Master."

"Not as sorry as you're going to be," said Paul. "I am going to spank you."

Unaccountably Jennifer felt her arousal increase again. She didn't know what had gotten into her.

Just as they entered the bedroom Betty joined them. Wrapped in a towel and quite content with her long warm bath. Although the tub was much smaller in the guest bath she had enjoyed a lingering quiet bubble bath. Left alone with her own thoughts she was determined to find more ways to be pleasing to Paul.

"Good Betty. You're just in time to help me punish Jennifer for being such a bad slave."

"A bad slave, Master?" Betty looked puzzled. Jennifer was always the good one.

"Yes. She disobeyed a direct order and then used the words 'I' and 'me'. She will be spanked soundly."

Jennifer looked worried Paul sounded so harsh it wasn't like Him. He had always been so affectionate towards her. Her earlier excitement over the punishment spanking was quickly waning.

Paul took her by the shoulders and lifted her chin.

"Jennifer, as slave it's your duty to serve your Master. As Master it is my duty to teach you and discipline is part of that. If I were to let you get away with disobeying today, tomorrow you would think you could disobey again."

Jennifer began to say something and then lowered her eyes.

"Yes Master, you are right. Please punish your slave so she may serve you better."

Paul had Jennifer lie over the edge of the bed, supporting her weight on her arms. With Betty's help, he placed pillows under her to raise her ass even higher. She was completely exposed in this position. He then tied her wrists together with cotton rope and pulled it tightly across the bed and secured it to the heavy exercise weight bench in the corner. Jennifer began to protest when Paul motioned for Betty to silence her. Betty stuffed a scarf partially in her mouth and then tied another scarf around her mouth to the back of her head.

Paul walked around surveying the situation. Betty was quiet, She had never seen Paul so serious about punishment. Paul sat down on a chair and pulled Betty to him.