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Yes, Mistress! by Paul Moore
This naughty girl gets the thorough punishment from her sexy new Mistress, Jana. 
Lesbian spanking, submission and sex

(c) Copyright 2002, all rights reserved

     When Mrs. Thompson opened the door at half past seven, Tam stood uncertainly in the doorway.

     “Hi,” said Tam. She had never known anyone who employed domestics, and had no idea how she should speak under the circumstances. She decided to talk to the maid as informally as she would to anyone else. “Sorry I’m late,” she began. “There was a bad accident on the freeway, and things were jammed up.”

     Mrs. Thompson showed no interest in her excuse, and failed to respond to Tam’s friendliness. She simply closed and locked the door behind Tam and said curtly, “Undress”.

     Tam stepped back and blinked. “Excuse me?”             

     “Your clothes, you must take them off before Jana will see you.”

     Tam was shocked, but the quickening she felt inside told her that she would obey. Feeling stupid, she handed her purse to the maid, who set it on a table by the door. There was a large mirror over the table, and Tam was caught unaware by her own image, which seemed small and pale. The girl in the mirror was unfastening and peeling away her clothing. Tam held her blouse in her hands.

     “Where?”

     The maid offered no help. “On the table.” Mrs. Thompson had always seemed cold and aloof to Tam, refusing frequent invitations to join the weekly discussion group. Tam often thought of her as a stern maiden aunt, impatient with silliness, and eager to scold childish sin. She didn’t fit in with the game Tam and Jana were playing. With her, severity was natural, not a role.

     Tam folded her clothes neatly, not because she feared wrinkling them, but because the situation seemed to require it. She placed her shoes heels together against the wall. When she was down to her panties, she threw a questioning glance at the maid, who nodded. Tam was ashamed to see that the panties she placed on top of the pile were damp. Mrs.Thompson noticed too, and smiled nastily. “Mistress Jana asked me to make sure that you followed her directions.”

     “What?” Tam didn’t understand at first, then she saw the maid staring at her crotch, and murmured “Oh”.              

     She had a flash of memory, seeing herself as she must have looked a few hours earlier, sitting on the bathroom floor with scissors and a safety razor, holding a hand mirror between her legs to see herself better, amazed at how startlingly bare the exposed flesh looked.

     “Come with me,” said Mrs. Thompson.

     Tam followed the maid upstairs. In the bedroom, Jana was sitting in a straight backed chair with no armrests. The chair had been placed in the middle of the floor. Tam was developing an uneasy felling about the way that she was being received, delivered like a tribute to an angry monarch. Tam had no doubt about the state of Jana’s temper. The corners of the room crackled with her aura of fury and her fingers played a drum roll on her knee.

     “Hi Jana,” Tam said sheepishly, “would you believe it took me a whole hour to get here? There was this accident...”

     “Be silent!” Jana hissed. “No excuses are ever acceptable. If you wish to continue seeing me, you must do exactly as I say at all times, without argument or delay. You must trust me to know what is best for you, and accept any penalties I impose. Am I making myself perfectly clear?”

     “Sure.” Tam was still having trouble taking this performance seriously. The whole ritual of stripping at the door and presenting herself to the imperious queen seemed like a badly scripted sorority hazing. Tam was still hoping that she could get Jana to lighten up a bit. She wanted to kick back, share a few drinks, and talk about the day before tumbling together into bed.                                 

     “What was that?” Jana’s voice was sharp. Tam knew the response Jana was looking for. It was a line Tam had spoken silently in her dark and empty bedroom a thousand times. Words addressed to the faceless beings who ruled her fantasies. She felt silly saying it aloud, like a child who sings to her doll, believing herself to be alone, only to discover that a stranger has been listening all along.

     “Yes, Mistress.”

     Tam didn’t know what to do with her hands. She knew better than to cover herself with them, but they seemed awkward and useless dangling at her sides. She began to fidget.

     “Do you have to go to the bathroom?” Jana demanded.

     “No, Mistress.”

     “Then stop that dancing or get out. I don’t have time to waste with naughty little girls. Put your hands on the back of your neck.”

     Tam obeyed quickly, grateful for the command. She didn’t have to worry about how she would please Jana, because Jana would tell her how. For the moment, at least, it was easier to obey than to think.

     “Good,” Jana’s approval warmed Tam. “Elbows back, show me those lovely tits. Spread your legs, wider, that’s a good girl. From now on, when I tell you to stand for inspection, you will assume this posture, and you will hold it until I tell you to move.”                                          

     “Yes, Mistress.” The role was beginning to feel more natural to Tam now.

     Mrs. Thompson had remained in the room after delivering Tam. She was seated by the door with her arms folded. Tam knew that she was there because Jana wanted it that way. Tam was to debase herself before an audience.

     So be it, she decided. She would play the role as it unfolded, and play it well. She arched her back, to thrust her ass a little closer to Mrs. Thompson. She lowered her head to emphasize her humility. The histrionics were vulgar, but effective. When Tam behaved like a slave, she felt like a slave.

     Jana turned to Mrs. Thompson. “What time was it when Tam arrived?”

     “Seven twenty nine,” announced the maid with evident satisfaction. Tam wondered if this dialogue had been rehearsed. Was Mrs. Thompson amused because she already knew what would happen in the second act of this psychodrama?

     “I might as well round it off to thirty,” said Jana. “Ten more for failing to address me properly. How many is that, Tam?”

     “Forty, Mistress.” Tam didn’t have to ask “forty what?” She had a feeling that she already knew.

     “Come here,” Jana commanded.

     Tam kept her fingers laced together on the back of her neck as she stepped hesitantly forward.

     “Kneel.”

     Tam dropped to her knees.                               

     “When I tell you to be here at seven, that is what I expect. I cannot forgive sloppiness or insubordination. Discipline must be maintained, even when my heart would prefer mercy. If I am less than consistent enforcing the rules, I fail you. The severity of my punishment is the measure of my affection. You must learn to serve me properly, and some of the lessons will be painful. Do you accept the punishment you have earned?”

     It was unjust, and they both knew it. The rules of the game had to be arbitrary and unfair. Tam knew that she would always be in the wrong somehow, so that Jana would always have an excuse to punish. Protest was pointless. There is no justice between slave and Mistress, for the will of the Mistress is the law. If Tam learned to obey all of the rules, the rules would change.

     Tam knew that she could declare her rights as a human being, claim her clothing, and leave. Nothing held her there but her willingness to submit. However, if she left, she would be leaving Jana’s favor and affection. She had already come to prize those things.

     To be honest with herself, she also had to admit that she was curious, intrigued, and horney as hell.

     “Please punish me, Mistress.”

     “Lie across my lap, face down.”

     Tam crawled over and draped herself, feeling Jana’s jeans against her belly, and the hard thighs beneath the cloth. She realized that it was a very intimate posture to be punished in. Her bottom tingled. She knew what was coming.  

     Cool fingers traced the line of her bottom where it joined her thighs, and travelled slowly up the cleft between her cheeks.

     “I will spank you by hand first. This will be a warm up, to prepare you for the punishment to come. Don’t bother counting. I won’t stop until I am satisfied with your color. First you must beg me for your punishment.”

     Tam knew that she was being told to request her punishment not only to debase her, but also to make her an accomplice in the act. A strange bond was being formed between penitent and confessor.

     Tam’s buttocks tensed. Other than a few light taps during childhood, she had only been spanked in her dreams. She was determined to win Jana’s forgiveness and approval, but her physical courage had never been tested in this way. She closed her eyes.

     “I have been a naughty girl,” she said softly. “Please spank me hard.”

     The sudden rain of ringing slaps were a shock. She hadn’t expected the pain to be so sharp and daunting. For a time, the pain was all that registered with her, but she forced herself to concentrate on the erotic side of the situation, and pursed her lips to hold back her cries. Her hands began to rise to her bottom in a protective reflex.

     “Hands on the floor!” Jana commanded.

     Tam put her palms against the carpet, thumbs together. The blows came harder and faster. Heat began to build.

     “Are you sorry now?” Jana paused.                      

     “Yes, Mistress!” Tam quavered. Still Jana spanked on, until Tam thought the beating would never end. Abruptly, it did. Jana pushed Tam roughly to the floor.

     “There is a hairbrush on the dresser. Crawl over there and fetch it for me.”

     Tam crawled swiftly. She would not allow herself to think, only to obey. She feared the spanking to come less than the possibility that she might fail to please Jana.

     “Good girl! Carry it in your mouth.”

     Tam moved like a dog, rearing up from her crawl to take the hairbrush from the dresser with her teeth, then dropping again to crawl back with it.

     Jana took the hairbrush. Tam looked up at her, seeking praise for her obedience and skill. Jana rewarded her with a smile, enjoying the game. “Kiss it!”

     Tam kissed the hairbrush fervently, the way she wanted to kiss Jana. She knew that it would be the wrong time to speak, so she chose this way of demonstrating her affection and gratitude to the woman who was mastering her. Jana patted her knee.

     Reluctantly, Tam resumed the humiliating posture, offering her bottom. She hoped Jana would think she was only seeking a position of comfort as she frictioned herself against Jana’s thighs. Jana wasn’t fooled, and chuckled softly to herself as she smacked Tam’s leg to correct her.

     “Ten extra, for humping my leg like a bitch.”

     Tam digested the news mutely. Several seconds elapsed before she realized from Jana’s stillness that a response was expected. “Thank you, Mistress!” she said quickly.

     “Ten more,” Jana hissed, “for forgetting!”

     “Thank you, Mistress!”

     “Beg me.”

     “Please give my ass sixty hard smacks with the hairbrush!”

     “Count out loud. Thank me for each one.”

     “Yes, Mistress.”

     The back of the hairbrush was broad and flat. On a bottom that was already warm, it stung fiercely. Tam soon forgot her courage and began to cry out each time she was struck.

     “Twenty three! Thank you, Mistress! TWENTYFOURTHANKYOUMISTRESS!”

     Jana paused. “Are you being properly punished?”

     “Yes, Mistress!” Tam panted, thankful for the respite.

     “Mrs. Thompson is watching you.” Jana’s voice was heavy with lust. Tam knew that they would be playing hard in the bedroom later. “Every time she sees you from now on, she will remember how she saw you punished like the nasty little girl you are. That is very humbling to think about, isn’t it?”

     “Yes, Mistress.”

     “If you disappoint me again, I will punish you harder,” Jana crooned, “and there are so many ways that you might disobey. For example, you could lose count.”

     Tam stiffened under Jana’s hand, inspiring a low chuckle of triumph.  “How many strokes have you had?”               

     “Twenty six?” Tam ventured.

     Jana sighed as though her patience were being tested by a slow child and she was determined to hold her temper. “Oh Tam! You couldn’t even follow a simple direction. Now the only thing that I can do is start over.”

     Tam bit her tongue. The conversational break had been a trap that she had fallen into. Protest would be foolish, unless she wanted the number of swats to grow. Maybe she did. Maybe the devil that brought her here in the first place had made her lose count as well.

     When the spanking began again, Tam started to sob, and, before half the strokes had fallen, she was screaming out the numbers. Her palms stayed flat on the floor, and she didn’t ask for mercy, and she didn’t lose count again.

     Tam sipped coffee, feeling victorious. She knelt at Jana’s feet, pardoned at last, basking in the afterglow of one of the most intense hours of her life. When Mrs. Thompson had pressed the steaming mug into her hand, the smile that came with it had felt like applause. Tam knew that the evenings performance had been for all of them, and was grateful for the starring role.

     Tam’s reddened bottom was hot against her heels, kindling a fire that was spreading up to her sex.

     “Mistress?”

     Jana stroked Tam’s head. “You may speak.”

     “Please take me to your bed.”

     In fact, that was exactly what Jana had in mind, but she would delay the moment. Sexual tension made Tam beautiful, and waiting helped her to learn her place.

     “Did that spanking make your little pussy hot?”

     “Yes, Mistress.”

     Jana chuckled. “In that case, I should warn you that I intend to summon you often. If you keep showing up, I will continue to spank you on a regular basis, for the slightest excuse. Does that frighten you?”

     “A little, Mistress, but you know my weakness. I don’t have to tell you how turned on I am.”

     “Is that why you’re rubbing your thighs together like that?”

     “Sorry, Mistress.”

     “You will be. I’m afraid that I have to deal with that little slip of decorum before I take you up to bed. Fetch the hairbrush.”

     In the bedroom, Jana surprised Tam with a pair of chrome handcuffs, holding the gift up for Tam to admire before locking the slender wrists together behind the girl’s back.

     “I don’t need your hands tonight,” Jana explained, “only your tongue.”

     Tam hardly noticed the confinement of her wrists, so anxious was she to dive in and show her gratitude. When Jana settled herself into bed and snapped her fingers, Tam was on her in a second.

     Tam lapped the furred mound of her Mistress, driving deep with her tongue, seeking the magic button. Jana convulsed almost immediately. Tam knelt up on the bed, feeling smug at having brought her Mistress to climax so quickly. She tried instinctively to wipe her mouth with the back of her hand, but the movement was arrested by the handcuffs.

     Her tremors subsiding, Jana lay still, panting. “Did I tell you to stop?”

     “No, Mistress.”

     Jana pointed. “Eat.”

     Tam bent to her duties with a little less enthusiasm this time, wondering when her turn would come.

     While she was bringing Jana release for the third time, the door opened and Mrs. Thompson slipped quietly into the room carrying a crib mattress and a pair of leg shackles. She laid the mattress on the floor at the foot of Jana’s bed and stood waiting.

     “Stop!” Jana finally gasped.

     Tam raised her head and noticed the maid for the first time.

     “You have served me well,” said Jana.

     “Thank you, Mistress.” Tam was buzzing with need. She wanted to forget her place and straddle Jana’s face. “Come on!” she thought urgently.

     Jana understood Tam’s desperation, but her smile was implacable as she said, “As a reward, you may sleep at my feet tonight.”

     The despair in Tam’s eyes was plain, incredulous that she would be banished from Jana’s bed without so much as a good night kiss, let alone the relief she hungered for.

     Mrs. Thompson placed a hand on Tam’s shoulder, compelling her away. Tam allowed herself to be guided to the small, thin mattress at the foot of the bed.

     “Lie down,” said the maid.

     At first, Tam lay on her back, but the sharp edges of the cuffs bit into her spine, so she rolled to her side. She watched in the subdued light of Jana’s bedside lamp as the maid locked her ankle in a leg shackle and chained her to the  bed rail. Mrs. Thompson displayed no emotion. Chaining Tam to the bed was just another chore to perform.

     “Will there be anything else, Miss?”

     Jana smiled at being addressed so formally. The maid was playing her part for Tam’s sake. It was her way of telling the girl that she was even lowlier than the hired help.

     “No. Thank you for your assistance tonight.”

     The maid looked down at Tam as she said, “It was my pleasure.”

     When she was gone, Jana turned out the light. “Sweet dreams.”

     Tam was disappointed enough to risk punishment. “You’re being mean!” she complained.

     Jana just fluffed her pillow. “Of course, you wouldn’t want it any other way.”

     As she arranged herself in a less uncomfortable position, Tam reflected bitterly that Jana was probably right.

     She cried herself to sleep.