[I’m taking a break from the Maddie saga, because I’m flat out working. Here’s something I prepared earlier.]
Janie’s Drop #2
The previous episode is here.
Monica was tall, dark-haired and slender, in a tight black dress. She’d kissed Paul at the door, ignoring Janie. They talked quietly. Janie looked around an ordinary room. Ordinary except for the trestle in the corner. She had to admit she knew what that was for.
Paul and Monica were watching her. Monica nodded. “Strip, dear. Completely. Kneel beside your Master.”
Janie looked at Paul, beseeching. He said, “I told you to obey her as you do me. You’re being insolent, Janie.”
Monica looked at her the way Paul did, as if she were the most fascinating thing in the universe. She didn’t think she liked it from Monica. She loved Paul. Anyway, she didn’t like women. Not sexually. Monica smiled at her, but addressed Paul. “She has lovely breasts, and a perfectly adorable little bottom. I’m sure you make her serve you often.”
Serve, thought Janie. She pleased Paul any way he ordered, but they made love. But Paul only said, “Yes. She’ll serve you too, of course.”
Oh god no, please, Janie thought. She could feel the heat in her face.
Janie wanted the floor to swallow her. She wore the trace of Paul’s cane. Twelve strokes, for not calling her mother. Three days ago: the marks had barely faded.
Paul smiled. “You can discipline her, for your pleasure or as punishment. But tell me if you have to punish her.”
“Why’s that, Janie?” The sharpness in his voice helped her guess.
“So you can give me the same when you return. Master.”
“Good girl. Clever girl.” She liked his praise. Janie relaxed a little.
Paul said, “The airport’s waiting. Janie, kiss my feet.”
Janie dropped to her elbows and knees and lowered her face, touching her lips and tongue to his shoe. Her cunt felt it hard, as always: it was something loving she did for him, and it made her feel utterly and deliciously submissive.
While she moved to his other shoe, Paul said, “I expect her back in good condition. Stripes and bruises, fine, but no damage.”
Paul shook Monica’s hand. It was a transfer, thought Janie. He looked at her, hand on the door, and she knew that, harsh as he was trying to be, he’d miss her too. Then he was gone.
The next episode is here.