The Lesson

He took his key and entered the house. He never had to announce his arrival. She had been taught over the years to always be prepared at any time for any thing, yet his stealth never failed to startle her. There was a reason behind that. He kept her unbalanced and in a constant state of tension, wishing to give him perfection.

She lived on an empty stretch of beach, across an expanse of water from his home. It was Spring, and the air was still cold and full of sea. Society remained retreated from the sand. His sub was hot, however, and always eager to suck his cock. Her role was to receive, and she did it so well.

“A natural born sub,” he thought. If anything, her eagerness to submit needed to be subdued and that meant he would have to be cruel. “I don't want her spoiled,” he reasoned. Ascending stairs from the lower entrance to the house, he entered the main living level and saw her staring out the window over the water. She turned to greet her Dom with a slight smile on her lips. She remained silent. That was a given. Her eyes widened as she realized this visit held education. She knew from past lessons that education meant pain.

He yanked her away from the window and pressured her into the wall where he pinned her body down as he whipped off his belt. He pulled down her pants and paused to rub her ass which she thrust back at him. “Always ready to serve,” he observed. “The attribute had its pro’s and its cons.” There were times, when nature kicked in and she fought him, that could definitely increase the frisson of his erection and orgasm. All of the sudden, without warning ... SWACK! He knew this was not her ideal scenario, but tonight she had to be taught a lesson, even if he had to "lecture" her more than once. She squirmed to remain upright under the leather, but the way he had her positioned only made her struggle useless. She must remain still. She knew. Yet her ass quivered under the welt.

Putting his hand between her legs, he checked to make sure her pussy was waxed. He loved feeling bare cunt lips against his cock. No panties were allowed to block his entry. No hair would block his entry. The softness was delicious. She must be in complete and total openness to his desires. Her ass was good and red now. She bit her lip so she would not cry out, but a whimper escaped, and he whipped again. Harder. Her whimpering made him rigid, but he held back. Was the slut learning? She choked back her next moan. Good. Lesson over. Now for the test. "Where do you want me to fuck you?" he asked. "Speak, slut." He waited for her answer.