Master Kellen holds out a hand. “Come here, little one.” His voice is back to the one I like, and I rush forward and throw myself into his arms.
He holds me against his chest between his legs, his hand on the back of my head. “That’s a girl. Let it out.”
I cry for several minutes, still shocked by my reaction. I cry for the girl I was who didn’t have someone enforcing any rules. I cry for the girl who tried to get the attention of her parents by acting out and failed miserably every time.
When I finally right myself and wipe my tears on the backs of my hands, Master Kellen reaches toward the center of the table and snags a few napkins. He uses them to wipe my face. “Feel better?”
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper. How the hell does he know I looked in that drawer? I don’t ask. I don’t want to know. I won’t do it again, that’s for sure.
“I’m going to spank you now, and then we’ll put your dress back on. You may eat your breakfast if you want, and then we’ll go to my office and you can spend some time writing in your journal.”
“Yes, Sir.” I shudder at the thought of being spanked again.
He pulls me to his side, lowers me over his lap, and pulls my panties down to my thighs. After trapping my wrists at my lower back, he spanks my bottom without hesitation. It hurts. I’m pretty sure he does it harder than yesterday. A spray of swats land all over my cheeks, gradually landing lower until he’s hitting the sensitive spot where my butt meets my thighs.
The vibrations reach my pussy when he strikes me there. I grit my teeth to keep from reacting as I grow wet and needy. I’m embarrassed that I’ve gotten aroused once again from a spanking.
Finally, he stands me on my feet. He pulls my panties up and then reaches between my legs to press the cotton against my swollen sex. I’m so wet that I soak the strip of cotton.
Master Kellen pats my pussy a few times and then removes his hand. I know my face is flushed, but he doesn’t comment. He simply retrieves my clothes and pulls my blouse and jumper back over my head. He buttons all the buttons up to my chin. “Breakfast?”
“Yes, Sir.” I better eat or I’ll be hungry before lunch. Already I’ve expended a lot of energy. The cereal and milk won’t be much, but it will be enough to tide me over.
Master Kellen leaves me at the table after setting me on the booster seat and returning my breakfast to me. He leaves the kitchen entirely while I eat, materializing as soon as I’ve sucked the last of my milk from the sippy cup.
Five minutes later, I’m in his office at my small table again, pencil and notebook in front of me. I’m still trying to find a coherent thought. What I know for sure is that I’m relieved.
A strange weight has lifted from my shoulders. There is an odd comfort in knowing I must obey Master Kellen or be punished. I’m not sure how to put that into words, but I try, spending the next hour or so writing my thoughts in the journal.
When I lift my gaze sometime later, Master Kellen is leaning back in his desk chair, smiling at me. “I’m proud of you, little one. And I have a surprise.”
I grin.
“Lucy is coming over for a playdate this afternoon.”
I smile broader. I’m excited. I jump up from my seat and run over to Master Kellen. I throw my arms around him.
He chuckles as he takes me between his legs, hugging me in return. One hand lands on the back of my head. The other hand lands on my thighs and smooths up over my bottom, squeezing my sore cheeks through my panties.
At this moment, I’m incredibly content. I’m also aware that his actions have aroused me just as I got horny watching Master Roman pat Lucy’s bottom.
Something stirs inside me. It’s big. It’s also scary.
Chapter 10
Sabine
“How’s it going?” Lucy asks me as soon as the men leave us alone. We’re sitting at my small table in the corner of Master Kellen’s office with coloring books in front of us. Lucy has chosen a purple crayon and is already shading in a hippo.
“It’s been overwhelming,” I tell her. “Kind of stressful. It’s a huge transition. I’m not sure I’m cut out for this, but it’s fascinating.”
“I know Master Kellen is strict. Has he spanked you yet?” she asks as if we are discussing dolls. Even though we’re having a serious discussion, she holds on to her little space, still coloring.
“Yes. Twice.”
She lifts her gaze and grins at me. “You’re naughty.”
I giggle. “Yeah. Probably.”
“Or…” Her face lights up. “You like it.”
I fidget, shifting my weight back and forth. I feel awkward sitting on this small chair with my panties the only thing between me and the wood. My dress doesn’t reach under my butt far enough, just like yesterday. “Probably that too,” I whisper.
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of, you know. Lots of girls like to be spanked. It can be erotic.”
I purse my lips for a moment, embarrassed. “It was erotic. Now I understand why people like to be spanked, but Master Kellen says I’m not allowed to experience pleasure on the days I’m naughty.” I’m slightly shocked by my language. I actually sounded like a ten-year-old when I spoke.
Lucy glances at me again. “I’m not surprised.
