I don’t get the impression Master Kellen is going to be that kind of pushover, so I finally reach for one triangle of PB&J and take a bite. It’s good. I don’t remember when I’ve eaten peanut butter. Not for a long time. It’s not the kind of thing I order from takeout. I smile at the thought and take another bite.
Raw carrots aren’t my favorite, but I eat them in between bites of sandwich anyway.
“I expect you to eat what I prepare for you, Sabine. If you can’t finish your meals, you won’t be permitted snacks. Your health is important to me.”
I nod as I pick up an apple slice and take a bite. It’s sweet and juicy. I’m surprised by my appetite and manage to finish my lunch in no time.
“Please tell me you don’t have an aversion to milk,” Master Kellen states.
I shake my head and pick up the plastic cup to drink the plain white milk. I haven’t had milk in years, either. Not alone in a glass. But I don’t hate it.
“Good. I know Master Roman spends countless hours going round and round with Lucy over her milk. Girls need calcium. I hope I don’t have to have this argument with you.”
“No, Sir.” I pick up a napkin and wipe my mouth when I’m finished.
I watch as Master Kellen cleans the kitchen, putting the plates in the dishwasher and wiping the counters. All the while I’m acutely aware of my arousal. He’s so damn gorgeous. Every movement is fluid and precise. He’s confident in everything he does. My panties grow wetter. I wish I could close my legs, but they’re trapped spread apart by the raised plastic between them.
I grip the edge of the island as I squirm, nearly gasping when my action causes my clit to rock into the bump between my legs. I hold my breath as I rock farther forward, rubbing my clit intentionally. If I had time and Master Kellen wasn’t about to turn around and catch me pleasuring myself, I could totally get off from this ridiculous booster seat.
Suddenly, Master Kellen is done, and he slides my chair out, lifts me by the waist, and sets me on the floor. He takes my hand and leads me toward the kitchen table.
I’m trembling. Will he find out my panties are wet?
He pulls out a chair and sits, angling me in front of him with his hands on my hips again like he did upstairs. He meets my gaze. “I assume you were testing me when you arrived late wearing more than I instructed.”
I flush and glance away. I’m not certain what my intention was, to be honest. Maybe he’s right.
“Just because it’s your first day here doesn’t mean I’ll go easy on you. You clearly need boundaries. From what you’ve told me, you didn’t have them growing up. You won’t get away with defiance under my roof. My punishments will be swift and final. If you test me, you’ll end up with a sore bottom every day.”
Heat suffuses my cheeks and runs down my chest as I lower my head. I can’t believe I’m standing here in front of a man in nothing but childish panties, shoes, and socks. More than that, I can’t believe I’m turned on.
Master Kellen moves me to his side and lowers me over his thighs before I can fully process his intention. He’s going to spank me. I expected this all through lunch. I shouldn’t be surprised. I asked for it. I’m both curious and nervous. Will it hurt? No one has ever spanked me before.
He clasps my hands at the small of my back and then tugs my panties down over my butt. “Spread your thighs, little one.”
I shudder as I do as instructed, stretching my panties out tight between my legs. I’m soaked. A grown man is about to spank me, and I’m horny.
Master Kellen rubs my naked cheeks. “Have you been spanked before, Sabine?”
“No, Sir.” I whimper.
“It won’t be pleasant. It isn’t meant to be. It’s meant to teach you a lesson. Obedience.” He lifts his hand and swats my bottom.
The first spank takes my breath away. It stings. I squirm against his grip, but I’m far too small to escape him. He has me trapped against his thighs.
The second swat lands lower, making me gasp and lift my head. I’m stunned by the vibrations that rush from where his hand landed to my pussy. He said I wouldn’t like it. I’m not sure he was right.
I’ve seen people get spanked at Surrender. Lots of them. It was obvious to me that some people must find it enjoyable or so many wouldn’t request it.
This is different. I didn’t request this scene.
The next spank is higher and doesn’t give me the same rush. Several more rain down over my cheeks until they are heated and burning. The last two are lower, at the juncture of my thighs. I feel both of them in my pussy and moan before I can stop myself.
Master Kellen rubs my butt with his hand, his fingers soothing my skin. He reaches between my thighs without warning and drags two fingers through my folds.
I nearly shoot off his lap. A rush of arousal runs out of me. I’m close to orgasm. How has he managed to turn this spanking into something so pleasurable that I’m close to begging him to touch my pussy again?
He does not, and I can’t find the words to suggest it, either.
I’m shaking and embarrassed by my body’s reaction to his punishment when he stands me on my feet. Without a word, he guides me around the table toward the corner of the room next to the wall of windows. He angles me into the corner.
Every step is awkward because my panties are still around my thighs. I have
