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As the alarm clock went of, she realized that she'd been staring at it for exactly one hour and twenty three minutes.
As she reached over to turn it of, she realized her heartbeat had doubled as she replayed his words form the day before.
'We're taking a little trip out tomorrow, pet. I think you'll enjoy it.'
Replaying the words over in her head, she couldn't tell if she was feeling excitement or anxiety.
'Maybe a little of both,' she decided to herself, as she wondered what the day had in store for her.
Her eyes glanced towards the clock and she cursed as she realized ten minutes had passed.
It was only the start of the day and now she was already behind schedule.
She climbed out of bed and rushed towards the kitchen before starting breakfast.
As she waited for it to cook, she returned to the bedroom to find him still soundly asleep.
She made her way downwards, before taking his cock in her mouth.
After a few minutes she felt him begin to stir and felt him start to harden.
She teased him with her tongue, slowly running the tip over him.
After several more minutes, she felt him tense before he sprayed his load into her mouth, ordering her to swallow.
She obeyed, making sure she got it all, before asking permission to go and finish breakfast.
"You may," he told her.
She did so, and returned a few minutes later with the plates in her hands.
He began to eat and she waited patiently until he told her she could sit down and eat.
When they had finished she returned to the kitchen on his orders, cleaned up and then presented herself to him, knelt by him and head bowed.
"Please may I get dressed, Master?" She asked, for she was still naked from head to foot.
"Yes, you may."
"And please may I use the bathroom, Master?"
He considered for what seemed like an eternity before answering,
"Yes, you may. But make it count. That's the only time you'll be going until further notice."
"Thank you, Master," Was her only response before she left the room.
Around twenty minutes later, she waited by the front door until he joined her and told her to go and get in the car.
She did so, and he followed a few seconds later.
They climbed in and she sat down in the passenger side, leaving her knees about a foot apart.
He smiled to himself as the skirt she was wearing rode up her legs even further.
Though she blushed a little when she realized, she made no effort to pull it back down and he smiled even more, knowing that just a few weeks ago she wouldn't have even sat with her legs apart, much less left her skirt there.
Her training was coming along well.
As they drove, they chatted and laughed about things, until suddenly he went very quiet.
She stared at him, wondering what was wrong.
Finally, he said,
"Did you just forget something?"
She frowned slightly as she went over their conversation.
With a start, she realized she'd forgotten to address him.
"I'm sorry, Master," she mumbled.
He was silent for a few minutes and she waited anxiously, knowing he was thinking of a suitable punishment.
Finally he said,
"Drop the skirt."
She tried to hide the shock she felt upon hearing his words.
He knew how much she hated showing her body in public, was he really going to make her do it here?
"Now," he said harshly, interrupting her thoughts.
She slowly lowered her skirt and watched it fall to the car floor.
She wondered if she could feel any more exposed.
She soon got her answer when a few seconds later he pulled the car to a stop and ordered her out.
She glanced from him to the skirt, and he answered her unspoken question.
"Exactly how you are."
He climbed from the car, leaving her in shocked silence.
He waited a few seconds before heading round to her side.
She had spoken to him in the past how uncomfortable she felt showing her body in public, and he knew she felt awkward and embarrassed, so he had no idea how she would react to his order.
He had been slowly getting her used to becoming more comfortable in public, but as he waited for her to get out he began to wonder if she was ready.
After what seemed like hours to him, but in reality was only minutes, the car door opened and he breathed a quiet sigh of relief as she slowly got out.
Normally, he would punish her for taking so long but he was pleased that she was pushing past her boundaries and so decided to waive it.
He glared at her, before ordering her to bend over the bonnet of the car.
She did so slowly, her embarrassment rising.
He noticed a few passersby staring and knew that she had seen them as well.
He stood behind her, savoring the moment.
As time passed, she became more and more uncomfortable, and finally turned her head just like he knew she would.
Her eyes met his and he gestured for her to revert back into position.
"You can have an extra ten for moving," He informed her coldly.
She made no reply and again he waited silently.
This time though she stayed still and when the first one connected with her ass he had to give her credit for she barely flinched.
"What do you say, slut?"
"One. Thank you, Master." She said quietly.
He brought his hand down again, this time a little harder.
"Two. Thank you, Master."
He delivered thirty strokes in total, twenty for failing to address him and ten for moving.
She counted each one, thanking him each time. She was well aware from past experience that if she didn't thank him or lost count he would start over.
The fact that she was being punished in such an open place, along with the cool air and the fact that he hit harder each time caused it not only to sting more than usual, but as the embarrassment crept over her, her emotions were a jumbled mess.
They became even more so when his hand slid down to her crotch and he whispered the words,
"You're soaking wet. In."
She hurried back to the car and sat down slowly, wishing she could avoid putting any pressure on her red ass but it was to no avail, for he had made sure not one piece of her bottom had gotten away unscathed.
He smiled to himself as he saw her grimace slightly as she sat down.
"Master, I-" she began, as he resumed driving, but he cut her of abruptly.
"Were you given permission to talk?"
"No, Master," She said quietly, now aware he thought she hadn't been punished enough yet.
"You speak when spoken to. Understood?"
"Yes, Master."
"For that little mishap..."he tugged on her underwear.
"Remove these."
She stared at him, stunned.
Could a person reach an overload of embarrassment? she wondered.
She realized he was still waiting, and eager not to be punished any further, she slowly slipped of her underwear, leaving her naked from the waist downward.
"Hands on head," he said.
She did so slowly, feeling sillier every second.
After ten minutes he took pity on her and informed her she could get dressed.
"thank you, Master," she said gratefully.
"Now are you going to be a good girl?" he asked.
"yes, Master," she replied in a small voice.
Punishment over, the atmosphere cleared and they resumed laughing and talking.
Not to long after, he pulled up to a stop and she realized they were at the beach.
As he ordered her out of the car, she felt her heart pace double, wondering what was in store.
*
Part Two To Follow.
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