Page 21 of The Boss' Pet

“Yes. I’m sorry. Let me go. Just let me walk out of here and you’ll never see or hear from me again. I’ll move out of that apartment. I’ll move out of the city. I’ll move out of the state.”

She is babbling.

“You are not going anywhere, pet. There are some consequences you cannot avoid.”

“But I’m not… I’m not like this. I don’t want to be tied up like a coffee table. I don’t want to be beaten by two men. I am a boring girl. I like just normal things. Normal stuff. Nothing like this.”

“I know,” I say. “And that is what makes this so delicious. Taking that sweet normality of yours and corrupting it.”

She looks into my eyes with a sudden doe-like expression. “What are you going to do to me?”

What a delightful question.

I could do quite literally anything to her. I could break her this very moment. I could ensure she would never consider sassing me again.

“On your knees, pet.”

She hesitates, then obeys.

“You have the misfortune of having gotten my attention,” I tell her. “And you have the added bad luck of having spoken to me in an entirely unacceptable manner this morning before you understood the potential consequences.”

She is listening to me nervously, wondering what I have in mind for her. She expects pain, and she will experience that.

The room is well appointed in beige and cornflower blue. It does not have the gaudy or tacky appearance of many dungeons. There is a spanking bench, though it looks more like a piece of avant-garde furniture.

It is also well-equipped with everything I need to start training my pet.

I decide to start with something that is guaranteed to get her attention, and I pick up a cane. Even to the most vanilla, a cane sends a message.

“No, not a cane! They’re terrible things,” she gasps immediately, apparently forgetting that she has spent most of our interactions today being incredibly rude one way or another.

“You’ve experienced one before?”

“No!”

“You will tonight. Remember everything you said to me this morning? Remember how you were rude to the nurse who was nice enough to chip you and keep you safe?” I indicate a spanking bench with the tip of the cane. “Bend over for me, pet.”

She does as she is told, her skirt pulling tight over her shapely rear as she gets into position. It is a pretty sight, but it is not one I intend to indulge for long. With a cane, I need to see what I am doing.

I reach down between her thighs, and pull the skirt up and over her hips, baring her ass. Today she is wearing a lacy black pair of underwear. Today she knew there was a chance I would be seeing her unclad and made an effort. Very cute. I do not say anything, but I mentally make a note to reward her a little for that.

The panties have to come down, of course. I lower them beneath her cheeks so they frame her round bottom. She is quite a pretty picture.

“I know the cane is frightening, and I know this place is scary,” I tell her. “But you are here for a reason, and it will stop being such a frightening place once you accept your place.”

Swish!

The cane makes a perfect sound as it connects with the fleshiest part of her round cheeks. A bright red welt rises across both of them instantly, accompanied by a shocked gasp.

“Marcus!”

“Call me ‘Master’,” I tell her. Having laid the first stroke and felt the rush of satisfaction that accompanies giving a very deserving bottom what she deserves, I have to pace and contain myself. It would be so very easy to simply beat her. She deserves it, and more importantly, I would enjoy it.

Pain can be a beautiful thing, especially when it is given to someone whose flesh is so responsive and whose mind is so receptive.

She tries to get up of course, but it is a simple thing to push her back down, my hand between her shoulder blades. I hold her in place firmly and apply another stroke of the cane, an inch or so below the first.

Charlie

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