Her face was closer to mine now, and a brighter pink than her nipples. I smiled at her, knowing that at that moment she was immune to the power of smiles.

“Good girl. Now bend over, all the way, so your tummy and breasts are flat on the table. Turn your head, and rest your cheek on the table, too.”

When she’d obeyed, placing herself in one of the lowliest of submissive positions for me, I put my hands on the table, palms upward. “Now reach out and hold my hands.”

Jennifer obeyed quickly, and squeezed my hands. I squeezed back, but then broke the contact. “Keep your hands there, Jennifer. Maddie will be holding you.” I picked up the slipped and stood up.

I stepped behind Jennifer, all submissively and bravely displayed, and waiting for me. “Maddie, sit in my chair and hold Jennifer’s hands.”

She said, “Yes, Mas– Mister Beecham.”

Jennifer didn’t move or speak, but I could tell she was now very alert. She’d noticed Maddie’s little slip. Maddie took my place, and reached for Jennifer’s hands. After only a second or two, Jennifer placed her hands in Maddie’s. Maddie said, very quietly, “Jennifer. Look at me.”

Jennifer said nothing, but she raised her head. Maddie said, “Yes, I call him Master. I have to do as I’m told, just as you do. I chose that. It’s a good life – he looks after me – and it’s hot. If you want, I’ll be happy to talk about it with you. Would you like that?”

“Yes, ma’am, I would.”

Maddie laughed. It was a warm sound. “You called me Maddie, even when I was taking a ruler to your backside. So Maddie will do, Jennifer.”

 “Thank you, Maddie. And sir? Will you talk to me as well?”

“Of course, Jennifer.”

“Thank you, sir. This is all very new to me.”

“You are as new to me as I am to you, Jennifer. Put your face down, girl.”

Jennifer laid her cheek down on the desktop. She seemed to wriggle, making herself comfortable. I stepped closer, and stroked her bottom. Her cheeks were still warm, but not a blazing fire like they had been yesterday. Or would be again in about half an hour. Jennifer sighed at my touch, then caught her breath when my hand reached under her, to cup her pussy.

“You’re not to come, Jennifer. That’s an order.”

But the voice that said, “Yes, sir” made it clear that this would be a difficult order to obey, if I continued much longer. “You’ll find that this helps you get through your slippering a little easier. If you’re aroused you won’t feel it as only pain. Sometimes. But I think it’ll work, for you.”

I slipped one finger between her pussy lips, then two, finding her already wet and slippery, and getting more so.

I stroked her excruciatingly slowly while she gasped and flopped on my desk, making a throaty noise through gritted teeth. She was trying to obey, good girl that she was.

I pushed my thumb into her, and said, “Don’t you dare come, Jennifer. Just stay on the edge for me. If you come, I’ll cane you, naked, in the corridor, every day for a week.”

“Oh!” Her eyes were as wide as eyes can get.