stroking the spot where his palm had struck.
“Does that mean I can go now?”
Robert began to soundly spank her.
“So you thought it would be cute to interrupt our date in order to pick up a stranger and play with him while palming off Cherry on me! I still can’t get over the fact that you thought all of that up yourself.”
“I’m a self-starter,” she explained, and was rewarded with a series of much harder smacks.
“You know, you put me in a very awkward position,” Robert told her, “I had no intention of playing with Cherry, but I still had to pay her for her time after you stepped in and stole her session.”
“But, I never thought you’d let it get that far,” she explained.
“Well, if it had been a spanking person in that dungeon I never would have, but once I found out about your client’s fantasy I decided it would teach you a lesson to have to carry through with your idiotic plan and actually finish the scene. Now get up,” he told her, satisfied that he had pinkened her bottom sufficiently for a few minutes, “and go and stand in the corner.”
“But –”
“No arguments, young lady. You’ve been a very bad girl and you need to think about how sorry you are.” Robert took her by the upper arm and placed her in the corner, with her panties still pulled down to her knees. She looked momentarily rebellious but he subdued her with a look and she turned to the wall with a pout.
“Hazel?”
“Yes?”
“What are you going to do right now?”
“Think about how sorry I am,” she replied, rubbing her glowing bottom.
“That was just your warm up,” he informed her. “There’s more to come.”
Robert disappeared into another room for several minutes. Eventually Hazel pulled up her panties and wandered out of the corner and around the room. When Robert came back in he seemed displeased to find her at large.
“Disobeying me already?”
“But I didn’t –” she wasn’t able to finish her sentence because Robert caught her around the waist, turned her under his arm and proceeded to administer six stinging smacks to the back of her skirt.
“Ow!” she protested.
“I can see you aren’t the slightest bit sorry for what you did tonight,” he said, letting her go and deliberately rolling up his sleeves.
“I am,” she protested, once again rubbing her bottom. “I wouldn’t really make you angry for the world.”
“Lose the dress,” he ordered, disappearing back into the other room, which she followed him into shortly, while unbuttoning her dress.
The beautifully designed bathroom adjoining his bedroom was the biggest she had ever seen, with skylights in the pitched roof that revealed the full moon through the boughs.
An oversized white enamel claw footed tub stood in the center of the room with a wooden towel rack to one side. The cabinetry was a blend of golden brown and black woods. The walls were painted a smoky blue and offset by polished wooden wainscoting. The primary objects of interest to Hazel were the gray leather massage table and heavy wooden straight-backed chair, which each airily dominated a different portion of the room. The commode and shower were enclosed in separate closets off the main room. Molded candle sconces on the walls held big, cream candles, which Robert lit after dimming the overheads.
She watched him remove an enema apparatus from its plastic bag. “Come on, Hazel,” he said, looking up to observe her eyes widen, “admit that you’re intrigued.”
“I do admit that. But that doesn’t mean I feel comfortable about what you’re proposing.”
“You’re not supposed to feel comfortable about it. Just the opposite. It’s going to be uncomfortable.”
“I suppose you know what you’re doing.”
“We’ll find out, won’t we?”
Hazel stepped out of her dress to reveal a Venus body in Christian Dior lingerie. Robert couldn’t help but stare at the perfection of her high, round bosom.
“Turn around, darling,” he said, to admire the elegant view from the rear. She had a beautiful back that tapered to a slim waist. Her hips flared only slightly. The lace briefs sculpted her oval cheeks. She wore 4” heeled sandals, which revealed her cherry red toenails and made her legs look even longer.
“I’m beginning to see where you get your confidence,” Robert commented. She winked at him over one shoulder. “I’m also beginning to see that you’re a little flirt!” he declared sternly. “Come over here,” he said, seating himself on the armless chair.
“Are you going to spank me again?”
“Certainly I am. Why else would you be here?”
“But not the other thing?”
“Your enema? We’ll get to that.”
Hazel came to him and let him pull her down across his lap again.
“Why did you pull these back up?” Smack!
“I just did.”
“I can see that.” A series of hard smacks followed. “You have to learn to be more obedient.” He pulled her panties off entirely.
“That’s a silly thing to learn to be.”
“Not around me, it isn’t.”
“But, are you my boss now, or something else?”
“Tonight let’s just say I’m your dominant.”
Hazel savored this as his hand came down. She knew that she was being spanked hard, but her excitement at being across his lap again had risen to such a pitch that it scarcely hurt. Although the sting was building and her skin was beginning to glow.
“You want me to be your dominant, don’t you, Hazel?”
“Yes!”
“Except you don’t know what that means,” he paused to rub the sting away. Then he unhooked her bra and relieved her of it. Now she wore only her high-heeled shoes while every other inch of her smooth, young skin was bare. “A girl is supposed to respect and obey her dominant,” he told her.
“I respect you. And I’ll try to obey you,” she promised.
“You know, Hazel, I didn’t appreciate the way you took control tonight, putting major actions into motion that effected me as much as they did you, without even consulting me.”
“I didn’t think of it like that,” she said over one shoulder.
“Put your head down,” he
