Teaching The Girl Ch. 01

The tip off wasn’t that the house was a mess when He got home. The real clue was that she was lounging on the sofa in a Donna Reed outfit: sleeveless dress with a poufy skirt, pearls and high heels and an apron. she smiled up at Him as He leaned back against the door and loosened His tie. He tried for a stern tone when He spoke, but He couldn’t quite hide His delight. He loved this game as much as she did.

“So, honey, what have you been doing all day?”

she rolled on onto her stomach and looked at Him over her shoulder, smiling as her eyes flashed Him a ‘dare You’.

“Oh, nothing really, mostly just …. playing”

He nodded as He walked over to the couch, His eyes scanning the house, the open floor plan letting Him see all the rooms. He knelt down by the couch, near her head, His hand softly stroking her hair. He leaned over a bit, inhaling her scent, and as he spoke, His hand tightened in her hair.

“From the smell of your cunt, I’d say playing is all you’ve been doing, instead of the housework you were supposed to do.” He switched His grip on her hair to left hand and used His right to slowly pull the hem of her dress up to her waist. He smiled as she moaned and arched her ass up off the couch a little. He rubbed His hand over her bare skin, dipping it down between her legs to get His palm wet, then yanked harder on her head. “Tell me, slut, what am I going to do with you? You just keep thinking you can get away with whatever you want, and you just keep making Me prove you can’t.”

He brought His hand down twice, once on each cheek, fast hard smacks that tattooed her ass pink. she bit into her arm to keep from yelling out, but couldn’t stop her hips from arching harder, pushing her ass higher into the air. Instead of smacking her again, He put His arm under her and scooped her up, tucking her under His arm and carrying her into the kitchen. When He got to the middle of the room, He stopped and set her down. Before she could get her balance He spun her around and pushed her over the counter, one hand between her shoulder blades while the other yanked her dress back up. He grabbed a wooden spoon off the counter and rubbed it across her ass and the top of her thighs.

“How many times did you play with yourself today, My greedy little slut?”

“Six, Sir.”

“Hmm, and with four rooms you didn’t clean, that makes ten strokes…to start with.”

He gave her long enough to put her head down and take a deep breath before bringing the spoon down on her ass. He gave her five strokes on each cheek, pacing and spacing them well. He didn’t want to blister her ass yet, just tenderize it a little. It was going to be a long evening and He didn’t want to wear her out too quickly. By the fifth stoke she was arching up into them, moaning steadily against the cool granite counter.

After He was done, He tossed the spoon into the sink, still holding His hand on her back to keep her still. He reached up into the cabinet over her head, where she kept all her baking supplies, and pulled out a small bottle of oil. she thought he had grabbed a bottle of almond oil to rub into her skin and gasped in surprise when the hot, sharp smell of cinnamon reached her nose. she expected Him to rub it into her ass, to heat her skin up more and gasped again when He pushed her feet wider apart and slipped His hand between her thighs. she still didn’t catch on, thinking He was giving her a treat, a quick little orgasm to get the rest of the night off to a roll. It wasn’t until the warmth started penetrating into her delicate tissues that she realized He was rubbing the cinnamon oil into her clit. she tried pulling her hips forward but He pushed down harder between her shoulder blades, pinning her to the counter. He couldn’t resist a chuckle as He leaned over to whisper in her ear.

“Oh you are a greedy, arrogant thing aren’t you? Did you really think I was going to get you off this soon?”

she moaned and shook her head as He rubbed her clit harder, working the oil into her most delicate flesh. He moved His mouth to her neck and bit her sharply, not trying to draw blood, but with the definite intention of hurting her.

“Don’t try to bullshit me, pet, or I will have to make this unpleasant as well as painful.”

she managed to gasp out a ‘yes, Sir’ in between moans. The oil was lighting up her nerves, making her aware of even the air in the room blowing across her dripping cunt.

He moved away from her long enough to wash His hands before pulling a stool to the middle of the room and sitting down. she looked over her shoulder at Him, blushing as she saw He was staring at her exposed cunt. He knew how much it unsettled her, being exposed as she was. she would rather be completely naked than to just have parts exposed, but He also knew it turned her on as much as it bothered her. He kept His gaze steady on her ass until she started whimpering, then smiled at her and pointed at the dishes.

she moved to the sink and started to open the dishwasher, but His simple, stern ‘No’ let her know He expected her to hand wash the dishes. The cinnamon oil was working into her skin, the tingle-burn making it hard to ignore her cunt. she tried to concentrate on stacking the dishes and getting the dishwater ready. she managed to get everything ready without dropping anything, but when He moved off the stool to stand behind her, she dropped the glass she was holding. It fell into the dishwater without breaking and she breathed a sigh of relief. There had been a shift somewhere in the tone of the evening, something that made her aware the night wasn’t going to be just a fun game of slap and tickle. There was something darker in the air, and it tasted like cinnamon and tears. He leaned down to kiss her cheek before whispering in her ear.

“You don’t need to be so jumpy … well, not yet at least. I just realized I forgot to do something.” He slid a hand down and grasped the hem of her dress again, letting it slowly, softly brush against her skin before tucking it into the apron tied around her waist. He tucked and checked and then stepped back to admire the effect. He leaned forward and again kissed her cheek before whispering to her. His warm breath and low voice made her nipples stand at attention.

“Now that looks fetching, my dear. That big pretty bow from your sweet little apron makes your exposed ass look like my favorite present.”

He went back to the stool and sat down. she somehow managed to get going with the dishes, trying to ignore the fact she could feel His gaze on her ass. she wanted to just get the chore over with but made herself go slow so she wouldn’t drop anything else. she didn’t realize how tense she was getting until He got up off the stool again and stood behind her. she squeaked as He put His arms around her, His hands lightly brushing across her rock hard nipples as He grasped the neckline of her dress and pulled it down. He tucked it under her breasts and pinched her nipples, tugging them up to make sure her breasts were fully exposed in the neckline. she started trembling as she looked out the window they were standing in front of. There was the barest of sheer curtains hanging over the window, and she couldn’t help a whimper when she realized that if the neighbors happened to look out their kitchen window they would see her – more of her than she wanted them to see. He whispered in her ear one more time before moving back to His seat.

“Just convince yourself they aren’t home, or else you are going to get too jumpy and do something you might regret.”

she tried to concentrate on breathing steadily and washing the dishes, but the cinnamon oil on her clit and the air on her exposed ass and tits had her whimpering in a matter of minutes. she bit her lip, getting through the last of the dishes through sheer willpower.

she had been concentrating so hard on getting through the dishes she didn’t realize He had stood up from the stool again and taken off His belt. she yelped in surprise when the first lash hit her ass. she started to move, but His voice held her still.

“No, don’t move. Finish wiping the sink.”

she followed His instructions, trying her best to not yelp and jump every time He brought the belt down on her asscheeks. He wasn’t going for a full whipping yet, just warming her ass up, but she still had trouble keeping herself on track. When she had everything wiped down she simply stood still, gripping the edge of the counter tightly. He increased the tempo, making sure to land the belt all over her ass. He kept it up until she was shaking and moaning, then stepped up behind her and rubbed His hands over her warm pink cheeks.

“Now, pet, I am going to fix up some mop water, and you are going to take that dress off.” she looked up at Him, eyes wide at His words. He kissed the corner of her mouth, whispering against her skin. “Put the apron back on, and leave everything else, just lose the dress.” He reached behind her and unzipped her dress, then pointed to the middle of the room.

she walked over slowly, her hands shaking as she untied her apron. she relaxed a little when He pulled down the blinds over the kitchen window, but couldn’t help but wonder what He was up to when he pulled a bucket out from under the sink. she got it when he added a scrub brush, and the knowledge that He was going to make her scrub the floor on hands and knees made her want to come and faint at the same time. she was an arrogant girl, and was honest enough to admit it, and she knew the commonness of the task was going to eat at her. she was able to handle being a painslut, even able to handle being submissive, but crawling on the floor on her hands and knees was pushing her limits. It was even worse knowing how exposed she would be while she did it, knowing He would be watching her. she got out of her dress and tied her apron back on, trying to control the shaking that wanted to rip through her body, and not succeeding very well.

When He had the bucket full enough He sat it and the brush on the floor, then walked over to her. He walked around her in a slow circle, softening just a bit when He saw how bad she was shaking. He stood in front of her and put His arms around her, stroking her hair and kissing her softly before giving her a very serious look.