The Barn Ch. 02

I was making my second cup of tea when I heard the door to the barn open. I turned to see the girl I had met here a week earlier standing at the door. She smiled when she saw me. I was pleased to see she wasn’t as nervous as she had been the previous week, and as I had asked her to, she had pulled her wavy dark hair back into a ponytail and was wearing sandals, a short black pleated skirt and a dark green vest top. The outline of her prominent nipples told me she wasn’t wearing a bra.

She was also late.

“Hello Master,” she said.

“I said two pm.”

“Sorry Master, my train was delayed so I missed my bus connection.”

“You should have left earlier then.”

“But I didn’t know the train was –”

“I don’t want to hear your excuses. We’ll talk about it in a minute. Wait there while I finish this.”

“Yes, Master”

As I finished making my tea I asked her, “Do you like tea or coffee?”

“I need my coffee first thing in the morning Master,” she said with a smile, “but I’ve spent a lot of time in England, so I’ve grown up drinking tea too.”

“Yes, us English do like our tea. Do you want some?”

“Thank you for asking Master, but I’m ok.”

Once I had finished I took my mug of tea to the old leather couch and sat down, placing the mug on the floor next to me. “Collaring.”

Once I said this she began to walk towards me and when she got to the couch she knelt in front of me, her knees slightly apart and her hands behind her head. Her back was straight, her shoulders pushed back, and she held her head up a little, so she was looking at my chest.

I retrieved a black leather collar from the top of the small suitcase next to me on the couch, leant forward and placed the collar around her neck and closed it with the buckle. I found this much easier to do with her hair in a ponytail than I had the previous week. When I had secured the collar, I took my mug of tea from the floor and sat back to look at her.

She looked up at me with her dark green eyes and gave me a little smile. “In exchange for the gift of your collar Master, I give you my body for you to use as you see fit. I am your slave, and you are my Master,” she said, “I am here to please you.”

“Very good slave,” I replied, “I wondered if you would remember to say that when I collared you.”

“Thank you, Master,” she said looking pleased with herself. “I’ve been practising it ever since we talked about it.”

“I’m pleased to hear that. I am pleased to accept the gift of your body. I am your Master, and you are my slave. I own you. Completely.” When I said this her smile widened a little.

“Now, about you being late,” I continued,” I understand things happen we have no control over, but I value my time and I don’t like it wasted. And you need to understand that. So I’m going to punish you for being late.”

Her smile faded and she dropped her eyes to the floor, “Yes Master.”

I sat there for about a minute or so, drinking my tea and looking at her. I wanted her mind to race. I wanted her to worry about all the possible ways I could punish her. And I wanted that worry to build.

I also wanted to see if there was anything noticeably different about her. When she had knelt in front of me like this for the first time last week she looked unsure and nervous. That was understandable, we’d never met in real life before. She was putting her trust and, literally, her life in my hands. Now she looked more self-assured and more confident, but there was still something vulnerable about her. That vulnerability was just one of the things I found so attractive about her. She was like that favourite toy you had as a kid, the one with all the small intricate details. You knew you had to treat it with care, but you still played with it endlessly. I wanted to play with her.

I finished my tea and put the mug back on the floor. I then shifted further forward so I sat on the edge of the couch.

“Take your top off,” I told her.

She took hold of the hem of her vest and pulled it up and over her head in one swift motion. I leant forward took the top from her hand and carefully folded it then placed it on the couch next to me. I then patted my lap.

“Lie face down over my knees slave.”

She lay down on my knees with her head to my left, her legs straight, her arms stretched out and her hands on the floor. I took a moment to adjust her position, so I had her just where I wanted her with her backside slightly raised. Once she had settled, I placed my right hand on her skirt-covered bum and used my left hand to push her ponytail over her shoulder. Then I placed my left palm on her back and ran it up and down her spine for a few seconds, feeling how warm and smooth her skin was.

“According to my watch, you were eighteen minutes late and I’m going to punish you for each one of those eighteen minutes. I’m going to spank your ass eighteen times.” I said as I slid my right hand down over bum to her thigh.

“Yes, Master”

I then slid my right hand back up her thigh but this time I went under the material of her skirt and as I continued to drag my hand over her backside I took the skirt with it, slowly exposing her skin. I dragged her skirt up towards the small of her back until the whole of her bum was exposed and I saw she was wearing a simple black thong. I let go of her skirt and admired the view of her firm round ass cheeks and the way her underwear disappeared between them.

I gently dragged the fingers of my right hand over the flesh of her bum before slipping my index finger under the V-shaped part of her thong. I twisted my finger so I could pull the thong gently upwards until I could see her hips rise a little. Once the thong was taught I released the fabric, letting it snap back into place.

“Ow,” she mumbled.

I slipped my finger back under the thong and did the same thing again.

“Uh!”

Once again I slipped my finger back under the material and pulled it up. However, I noticed this time she tensed in anticipation of me letting go. So I didn’t. I held the fabric taught for a few seconds. While I did this I wondered if the fabric of the thong was now pressing hard against her pussy and clit. She wriggled a little to suggest it was. When she did this I released my finger.

“Urrgh,” she said loudly.

I could have spent more time teasing her like this, but I knew I had something more important I had to do, so without warning I took hold of the waistband of her thong with both my hands and pulled them down over her bum and hips.

“Oh!” She said as she wiggled a little to help me get her underwear past her hips and down to her thighs. I pushed them a little further down until they caught on her knees. I left them there. I placed my left hand back on her shoulders and began to gently rub her ass with my right hand.

“I’d forgotten how nice your bum is,” I said as I ran my palm over her before giving her ass cheek a gentle squeeze.

“Thank you, Master.”

I continued to gently rub her bum in small circular patterns, moving my hand from one cheek to the other. “Remember what I told you last week? When I spank, or flog, or cane you I expect you to count the strokes for me, so I don’t lose count.”

“Yes Master, I remember.”

“Good. And if you lose count then I start again from the beginning.”

“Yes, Master,” she said, a hint of nervousness in her voice.

I lifted my hand off her bum and gave her right cheek a spank. I didn’t smack her too hard, just enough to leave a faint red mark that quickly faded.

“One,” She said.

“One Master,” I corrected her. “We’ll start again.”

I smacked her left cheek.

“One Master”

I smacked her right cheek, then quickly followed it up with a smack to her left cheek.

“Ugh, Ugh, two Master, three Master.”

I then placed my hand back on her bum and started to rub it again. I ran the palm of my hands over the areas I’d just spanked, soothing her. Then without warning, I pulled my hand back and gave her a hard smack. The sound of my hand hitting her firm flesh echoed around the barn.

“Oww! Four Master.” She said.

I soothed her bum again before pulling my hand away. As I did this I could feel her body tense under my other hand. So I paused for a moment before I smacked her again.

“Ahh! Five Master.”

I could see the red outline of my handprint on her ass cheek, so I gently ran my palm over it. The mark faded but didn’t completely disappear.

Once again I pulled my hand away but before she had a chance to tense again I gave both her cheeks hard smacks.

“Six Master… Seven Master.”

I rubbed her bum again. It was starting to go red and in places I could clearly see the outline of my fingers. At the same time, I gently ran my left hand up and down her back before I settled it on the small of her back. I pressed down on her back, gently holding her in place. When I pulled my hand off her bum I felt her tense. I smiled to myself. Just as I had hoped, the hand pressing down on the small of her back gave her the impression I was going to smack her ass really hard.

I smacked her bum, but not as hard as the ones I had just given her.

“Oh… Eight Master,” she said sounding slightly relived and immediately relaxed.

I smacked her again. Hard. Harder than any I had given her up to that point.

She flinched and wriggled a little. “Ouch! Nine Master!”

I placed my right hand back on her ass cheeks and gently rubbed. I soothed her increasingly red skin. It was now getting hot, and I delighted in the way it felt. It was soft, smooth and warm. When I finally pulled my hand away from her she immediately tensed again.

I knew now I had her right where I wanted her. She had no idea whether the next smack I would give her would be soft or hard. She had no idea how quickly the next spank would come. I knew I could tease her with soft smacks and then surprise her with a hard one. I could pause between smacks or give her two or three in quick succession. I had complete control over her, not just physically but mentally too. The feeling that gave me was intoxicating.

So I took full advantage of that control and teased her as I spanked her. I varied how hard I smacked her. I paused between strokes. Now and then I would stop and soothe her increasingly red bum, allowing time for her to relax, before I would smack her ass again. To her credit, she did not lose count of the number of times I smacked her.