Pausing briefly with the metal knob gripped firmly in my hand, a single thought comes to me "This one's going to be a bit of a challenge." Taking a deep breath, I finish turning the cool metal and walk in to meet my task. What greets me on the other side of that door leaves me both pleased and immediately aware of the work I have ahead of me.
Sitting on the corner of the bed, your black stockings catch my eyes first and quickly my gaze falls upon your lack of panties, causing my mouth to water, before taking in the black corset with red stitching accentuating your curves. The clink of tiny metal links being nervously toyed with by slender fingers pulls me back to the task at hand and soon my eyes are following the trail of loops leading from those fingertips and up the center of your body. Slowing to take in the way they sit between your round breasts before following the metallic line up your soft neck and to the black collar they are firmly a fixed to. Finally your face fills my vision and you bite your lip nervously as your eyes meet mine and I like what I see.
"At least you remembered the proper attire but you clearly didn't remember the starting position... that's your first mistake and will be the starting point of today's lesson" I say as I smile smugly and take the last remaining steps to close the distance between us. Looking up at me, you nod and softly say "yes Sir" as I reach out for the small puddle of metal links pooled in your lap, lightly brushing your inner thighs as I do. As my grip tightens around them, pulling it taut, I feel the tiny links bite into my palm as I seat myself on the edge of the bed next to you and lean in towards your ear to give you your first order "Over the knee."
Defiantly you sit there, sizing me up, and not quite sure if I have earned your complete obedience just yet. Pulling the chain tighter, you lean closer to me, I want to make sure you hear exactly what I have to say, "I don't like to have to repeat myself and if you make me there will be consequences" and before the final syllable leaves my lips I swiftly yank your leash down to my side, causing you to gasp from surprise and pulling you perfectly over my knee, exposing a blank canvas.
Tightly gripping your chain with my left hand, I quickly snap my right hand back and begin decorating your canvas of flesh, pleased with each new beet-red hand print left as my hand cocks back to place another and another combining with your grunts and moans following each firm smack of your ass. Feeling you tense up as you anticipate the next spank I gently place my hand on your right cheek and softly begin to rub your sore skin, enjoying the way you flinch and wince when I move to the next spot, happily I do the same with the left cheek.
Slowly sliding my right hand up your back, causes you to shiver. My fingertips glide over your soft skin and through your thick hair as I begin to loosening the tension holding you in place. Feeling the slack of the leash you let out a deep breath and begin to relax your tense muscles until you feel my fist begin to close around your hair and it's in that moment you realize that I'm no where near being done with you.
As I pull you back to the edge of the bed, I place my other hand on your neck, softly at first but quickly I begin to apply pressure until I hear you starting to struggle to breath. Knowing that I have your attention, I sternly say, "first position, on your knees with hands neatly folded in your lap, facing the door, now" Obediently you scramble off the bed and near flawlessly into position, accompanied by the jingle of tiny links and your ragged breathing, which brings a smile to my face. "It's time for the last lesson of the day. DON'T MOVE," the last words come out like a growl.
