"Good Girl" 4
#4 of Good Girl
A Master plays with her Pet.
Fourth Part
Licking my lips, I leaned forward, hands on her knees as I whispered into her ears.
"NOW... we can have some fun~"
The gasp that came from her next returned the grin to my face. Yes, that was the reaction I was looking for. That realization that slowly, inevitably, she had been pulled into my world and bound by my rules and that now, she had no escape.
Blind, Gagged, Bound in both body and mind, she sat there. Nipples hard and erect in cold air and chest rising and falling rapidly. The perfect sub, no, MY perfect Sub. Impatiently waiting for whatever I had in store for her. It was almost too good to be true.
"Maybe this IS too good to be true." I whispered aloud, just loud enough for her to hear. Tempting fate I stepped around my prize and returned to my desk. With a rustle here and there and the opening and closing of drawers I searched. I knew it was in here somewhere it was just a matter of finding it. Ofcourse the longer I took the more panicked my beautiful Pet would become. So I took my time, making sure to check every nook and cranny before moving on to the next drawer.
With a soft groan I realized that it was in fact not there. Strange. Searching my mind I tried to recall the last time I had handled it. Had I used it on her before? When did I last clean it? Did I remember to put it away afterwards? Obviously not. In the meantime I nibbled on my thumbnail, a bad habit I had picked up as a kid and had never lost. My Pet's leash seemed to remain forever taught as she tried to figure out what I was doing. I was glad that her back was turned to me, giving me a chance to actually think. Otherwise I'd be too intoxicated by the look of her, so vulnerable, to remember what I was looking for in the first place.
Then it hit me. Grinning I returned to my lil one and kneeled before her, reaching out to remove her blindfold carefully. She blinked, one twice, three times, letting her eyes readjust to the bright lights.
"Dahlin'~?"
Her gaze met mine, a smile contorted by the gag was my reward for the accent I so rarely used.
"Did you so happen to...go through MY desk recently?"
Her brows furrowed for a moment, processing. MY desk? That was Master's, I'm sure she was thinking, but then, that damning widening of eyes, that shake of the head a lil too hard.
"You're lying to me, dahlin'. And I do hate liars." *
I said gently, my expression blank but gaze firm and unrelenting. She squirmed, adam's apple bobbing up and down as she swallowed excess saliva. I already knew she had. And when too. It must have been the other night when I asked her to place the new toy on my desk. On, not in. Yet whilst searching, I found that toy inside of my desk and another object missing. My beautiful Pet had broken the rules, a rare occurence.
I remained on my knees, watching her, gaze fixed on her own though she tried to avoid it. It took a handful of minutes, perhaps 5 or so? filled with her squirming before she finally relented. Her head dropped down, chin touching her collar bone as she nodded, yes. Yes, she had gone through MY desk. Yes, she knew it was wrong of her. Yes, she deserved punishment.
"I thought as much. Eyes shut. STAY."
I said as a matter of factly, very out of character. Usually I would either get mad and stern, though sometimes I took another approach and teased her into facing her wrongs and her punishment. This time, I shrugged it off. A short walk out of the room and down the hallway took me to where she stored her own stuff. It was rather easy to find, there amonst her ropes and lubes and toys, it lay. She had done a rather good job caring for it though my keen eye noted that it HAD been used. Of course. A leather paddle made to hit and leave barely a mark would be to her liking. It meant she could play whilst Master was away without getting caught. Unfortunately, that hadn't gone as planned. I returned, slapping the paddle gently into the palm of my hand as I entered.
"Would you care to guess what I found in your room?"
A hard shake was my response. She shivered in the chair, scared, panicky, flightly, probably self punishing herself in her mind. Now that wouldn't do.
With a twist of the wrist and a hard but short swing, the padde smacked against her inner thigh making her jump. The smack took her by surprise leaving her without a sound to mutter. It did however bring her focus back onto me, no more hating nor self depricating. It was all about ME now.
The soft side of the paddle lay covered in rabbit fur, it tickled to the touch as it glided over her bare skin, up her knee, thigh. Slowly, delicately tracing a line up her chest. Shudders ran through her, I could almost hear that tell-tale intake of breath as she lost herself to the sensations.
Another smack, this time her tummy. The sting earned me a muffled yelp, though the way her body followed the paddle as it glided back down her skin told me what she thought of her punishment. Finding it not harsh enough, I leaned in and removed the gag. Free, she panted, a dribble of drool escaping and forging its way down her cheek all the way to her collar bone making it shimmer.
"Now beg for it lil one. Beg for it like the bad girl that you are..."