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Chapter 5
When Sara came home and entered the living room, Debbie was once again on the couch watching television. She took one look at her mother and instinctively knew to turn off the television. Something was very different about her mother. It was plain to see. “So had did the date go, Mom?”
“It went very well, Sweetie. I think Matt and I will be seeing much more of each other.”
“Oh, are you going to tell me about it?
Sara smiled a cat who ate the canary grin and plopped down onto the couch next to her daughter. She started to recall the particulars of her date, leaving out the last part of their conversation in the restaurant and what happened in the parking lot. “I think Matt is the kind of guy I should be with. He is a strong, take charge type of guy, kind of the opposite of your father.”
“Yeah, Dad wasn’t like that at all. All he ever did was have family meetings. It seemed like he was afraid to make decisions without both of us agreeing.”
“Well, that won’t be a problem with Matt.”
“Mom, is he going to make the decisions around here now after only one date?”
“Of course not, baby, but I like this guy and want to keep him around, and that means keeping him happy.”
“So, what does that mean?”
“It means that I’m going to do what it takes to make this man happy, if I can. You may see me make some changes concerning myself and the house, so don’t be surprised.”
“Okay Mom, I understand. I hope he appreciates you for all the effort you’re going to put in.”
“I hope so too.”
Just then the phone rang and Sara casually got up to answer it. “Hello,” she said into the receiver. Debbie saw her mother instantly tighten up and come to attention. It was Him.
“Hello Sara. I hope you made it home without incident.”
“Yes, thank you, I did.” There was a pregnant pause that seemed to last too long.
“I see you need to be reminded to speak to me with respect, Sara.” She started to quiver, realizing her mistake. She glanced up to see her daughter’s attention was back to the T.V. again, and walked into the kitchen so she could talk to him more privately.
“I’m sorry, Sir. I wasn’t expecting it to be You, and my daughter was in the room.”
“That’s no excuse. You will always speak to me, and about me, with the proper respect. Do you understand?”
Yes, Sir, I do understand. Please forgive me, Sir. It won’t happen again.”
“Since we are only beginning, and you have to start to change the way you think, I will forgive you this time, but I must make an impact on just how important such things are. Therefore you should be punished. Don’t you agree?”
Sara knew the right answer, but it was difficult to say it out loud. She had only a second to respond or risk angering Him further. It was what she wanted; she knew that much, but to cross the line from fantasy to reality was a monumental step. She held her breath and said the words that would change her life forever, “Yes, Sir, I should be punished.”
“After this call, you will go to your bedroom and strip. You will take your hairbrush and get on all fours. You will use that brush to beat your ass hard ten times. You will count out the strokes and will say after each count, ‘I will always speak with respect to Sir.’ Hit yourself hard enough to redden your ass. If you leave marks or bruises that I can see when we next get together, I will be pleased. Do you understand what I expect of you, Sara?”
“Yes Sir, I understand, and it will be done to your liking, Sir.
“Good. I will call you tomorrow, my pet. Enjoy your punishment.
“I will Sir. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight,” and with that He hung up, as did Sara. She slowly went back into the living room and looked at her little girl, who wasn’t so little anymore. Debbie was still lost in her show so Sara went upstairs to her room and closed the door behind her. She stood in front of her full length mirror and started to strip as He had ordered. When she was completely naked, she walked into her bathroom and picked up her wood-handled hair brush and returned to her bedroom. She locked her eyes onto the eyes of the naked woman in the mirror and slowly sank to her knees. She leaned forward until she was on all fours and slowly turned her body around so that her gorgeous, round ass faced the mirror. She was the picture of submission, but she wished He was here to administer her first punishment. She raised her hand high above her ass, pausing for only a moment before bringing down the brush as hard as she could onto her tender flesh. The pain hit her brain instantly and her ass burned as if it was on fire. She called out, “One, Sir. I will always speak with respect to Sir.” Sara didn’t wait for the burn to subside. She raised the brush again and brought it down once more onto her ass. She repeated the required words. It took her only three minutes to complete her task, but when she did, she was crying, her mascara running down her face. She had never broken eye contact, but now her attention moved to her bright red ass. She could see that she would have bruises tomorrow, and she smiled thinking that He would be pleased. Her attention shifted to her nipples which were rock hard and a brighter shade of pink than they usually were. She touched one and sparks of electricity shot through her again making her twitch. She then realized that her twat was soaked as well. “My God, I do like this,” she almost seemed surprised at the realization. “I guess I really am a pain slut.” She now pinched her nipple until it hurt. She kept at it, compelled to work that bud until she could stand no more. Her eyes returned to the eyes of the pain slut in the mirror. Her hand moved down to her pussy on its own accord and found her most sensitive nub. She pinched her clit until it, too, hurt badly. The hand started to move around her pussy, rubbing until Sara was on the very edge of an explosive orgasm. She now knew what she had to do in order to cum and raised her open hand high above her pussy. She brought it down, slapping her own pussy and releasing her orgasm.
When Sara was finally in bed and turned off the light, she saw Him in her mind’s eye and said out loud to him, “Master, I will be your pain-slut, fuck slave. Please take me as your own and never let me go.” With that, she let herself drift off to a deep and restful sleep.
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