Breakfast 49

I woke from my slumber to find master already out of bed preparing for work. Not really a morning person, I grumbled as I greeted the day, causing him to turn his attention from his cufflinks to me. Under his stern eye I became shy and protected myself from his icy glare by hopping back under the duvet and squeezing my sleepy eyes tightly closed. Hoping to have evaded any real attention I attempted to resume my snooze.

This was made impossible by feeling of big hands grasping my bottom. Before I knew it I was receiving soft encouraging spanks through the duvet and Master had put on some pretty hard rock. The sensations of feeling his power through the bed clothes and listening to the music made me cum on the sheets. I had a sticky pussy and was aroused by the sensations, so I seized the moment and played with my pussy under the covers in the hopes master would not find out. As I assumed he would be too preoccupied spanking my bottom.

He noticed. Fuming with me, he pulled me out of the bed by the wrist proceeding to through me over the arm of the chaise lounge and spanked all tiredness out of me. I was a big girl and didn't cry even though it hurt a lot. When he was finished he went to the en suite that we shared and turned the shower on. Picking me up he placed me under the cold water as a contrast to the burning he had inspired beneath my flesh. Even though it was just his hand I could feel bruises beginning to form.

It was painful. And wholly counter intuitive to eroticism.. well not really, but that didn't mean I liked it.

I felt hard done by and unfairly treated. As I wallowed (one of my top five skills) in sadness at Masters treatment of me, I decided to sing. He told me to shut up and to hurry up. He was becoming a hungry monster, after disciplining me, I could feel it in his tone. Breakfast needed to be made and Master was above that, he called it bitch work. Banging on the glass this was my signal to turn off the water and get out. I grabbed a towel and rubbed myself with it, he was looking at his watch impatiently. Stealthily I scurried back to the bedroom, panicking about what to wear. Usually I wanted to be a cute girlfriend that could wear his shirts and flit about in just that and my panties while I prepared his eggs. However that level of romanticism seemed inappropriate for this morning so I asked quietly, as he hated speaking unless absolutely necessary 'May I please wear joggers and a bra?' He nodded and tapped his watch, shaking his head he left the room. Within seconds I was ready.

I pelted it down stairs, mortified when I saw that he'd had to put his own coffee on the hob. Leaving out the spatula, Master was upset because me pleasuring myself had come before his needs and as such time had been wasted. Later I was in for it, He was sat reading the news on his phone and I went about preparing his meal looking at the clock he had three quarter's of an hour before work, this was doable if I was diligent and didn't succumb to my inadequate attention span which tended to distract me from the task at hand. A habit I knew Master wished to rid me of. The coffee pot whistled and I jumped as Master raised his eyes at the noise, I poured it and set it down for him. He ignored this, I probably wouldn't be getting a single word out of him today aside from orders and maybe a lecture this evening.

Cooking his eggs and putting on his toast I cleaned up after myself and stood observing the food as it heated. The Toast popped, and I pulled it out - Goddammit I'd forgotten the butter. Master would see this inefficiency and be even more annoyed, he had told me before how he liked me to have all the ingredients out. Anyway, hoping he didn't see (which I think he probably did) I buttered the toast and put the eggs on the plate. I laid it on a placemat at his position at the table, then I approached him standing before him to say, 'Master your breakfast is served' he stood. Pointing to the empty mug that he expected me to pick up and refill he sat and began to eat. 'Girl, where's my juice?' Oh no I thought scolding myself, I'd forgotten. 'In the fridge sir' I replied, stunned by my carelessness he blinked at me aggressively to show he wasn't messing around. Pointing at me, angrily, with his fork he said after swallowing 'Get a glass and put some in it now'. He took another mouthful of his food as I did as he said. Placing it down I told him that I was sorry. He looked up at me 'you can come at me with all of that sorry sir bullshit but the fact remains you have behaved atrociously today. Bad little girl, I expect more. Consequently you shall not eat until I get home.' This was a shame as I woke up hungry.

I suppressed the need to cry there and then, it was difficult. He carried on 'you are going to be punished tonight as-well, I have had it with you. You will learn to be good.' Finishing his breakfast he stood and without a word left for work, immediately I weeped, I liked days where we woke up happy and everything went smoothly. Now I was hungry and had to wait for more spankings, my heart sank during clear up. Tears rushing through my brain and out of my eyes. I was sad that Master had been so disappointed in me. I couldn't even do the bare minimum.

And I hated myself for it.