“What? I didn’t hear you. Look at me when you speak.”
She obeyed. “No, Sir. I’m sorry. I didn’t obey one of the rules. I messed up.” Her voice trailed to a whisper, her eyes again focused on the floor.
Daniel could well guess which rule she’d broken. “Strip and assume the inspection position.”
“I’m sorry?” She looked up at him with a startled expression, clearly not having expected the command.
“You didn’t hear me?”
She opened her mouth and shut it again. He could almost hear the words in her mind as she recalled the rule he’d drummed into her over and over again during the past week. When your Master gives you a command, you don’t question, you don’t hesitate. You obey.
She pushed the spaghetti straps of her dress from her shoulders and let it puddle on the floor. Her bare breasts bounced free, the dark pink nipples erect. Her shaven mons peeked provocatively beneath her smooth, flat stomach.
He stared impassively at her, waiting for her to assume the position. After another moment’s hesitation she did so, locking her hands behind her head and spreading her legs. Daniel moved close in front of her and ran his fingers under her arms.
She shivered slightly but otherwise held still, her eyes straight ahead, a flush spreading over her cheeks and neck. He moved to her cunt, which he was pleased to note was smooth as satin. He let his hand move lower, pressing his fingers into the cleft of her heat.
Alex closed her eyes, her lips parting, her hips thrusting ever-so-slightly forward. She was wet.
He pulled his hand away, resisting a sudden desire to stroke her until she moaned. “Tell me how you broke the rules.”
Alex didn’t respond immediately. He waited. This was the test and he found himself silently rooting for her. Yes, she’d messed up, not that he was surprised, but the test was in how she handled herself now. If she could admit her transgression with humility and accept her punishment with grace, there was hope for this would-be sub girl.
“I, uh…I touched myself, Sir. Without express permission.”
“Did you come?”
She nodded and looked down, though she kept her hands laced behind her head and her luscious breasts thrust out. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I was lonely.”
His heart contracted with pity but he ignored it. She needed a firm hand. “What happens to subs who break the rules?”
“They’re punished, Sir.” Her voice was no more than a whisper.
“That’s right. And you will be. We have eight hours until Liam gets home. You can spend that time atoning for your inability to keep your hands where they belong.”
He went to the broom closet. Pulling out a pail, some cleanser and a large sponge, he returned to Alex. “You can start with the bathrooms. Top to bottom. Then you can tackle the baseboards. There’s also dusting to be done and the silverware needs polishing. You can weed too. I have some flowerbeds with your name on them.”
He watched with amusement as her face scrunched in horror. He knew she’d been expecting something more along the lines of being tied to the spanking stool and erotically tortured, but he well knew that was no punishment, not to a submissive slut girl like Alex.
A diabolical idea entered his head. “Wait here. I’ve got something to help put you in a more submissive mindset.” He returned a moment later with a short length of chain that had an ankle cuff on either end.
He placed the cuffs on Alex’s slender ankles. She looked very sexy in the chains and Daniel’s cock stirred with appreciation. He had half a mind to add high heels for an especially erotic look but decided against it her first day back.
Instead he said briskly, “Being hobbled while you work will slow you down but at the same time it will remind you of your place.” Alex took a few uncertain steps and frowned. Daniel raised an eyebrow. “You have a problem with your punishment?”
Alex swallowed and shook her head. “No. No, Sir.” She took the offered bucket. “Thank you for punishing me, Sir.”
“You’re welcome.” He waited until she had hobbled her way out of the room to smile.
~*~
Liam stepped inside and shut the door behind him. His two blond subs were kneeling up, knees spread, palms turned upward on their thighs, eyes on the floor. Alex looked so small next to broad, strong Daniel. Liam controlled an urge to scoop her up into his arms and cover her with kisses, surprised at how very glad he was to see her.
He turned his gaze to his lover, whose cock was jutting invitingly toward him. Setting down his briefcase, he walked over to Daniel and tapped his shoulder. At this signal Daniel rose and moved into Liam’s arms. He held him close, running his hands over Daniel’s bare back and reaching lower to cup his muscular ass.