It was a good day at work for Jo: her to do list was almost done and being a task oriented high-achieving business woman, that made her feel very very good. She opens the door to her flat overlooking the lake, one of the other things she feels very very good about.
She enters her apartment and just as she closes her door, she hears his voice from the speakers: Hello Naughty Jo!
Jo shudders, as she knew what she was going to be in store for or that's what she thought. She felt her knees drop to the floor and dragging her feet into her bedroom, which is only titular as the last time he allowed her to sleep on the bed was about a week ago: seemed much much longer. She slips her ankles and her wrists in the cuffs as she had been accustomed to.
She hears him open her main door as he enters quietly and quickly with that spring in his step that would always keep her on her toes. She could feel her pussy wet and squirmed a bit. She could smell herself through all the layers of silk, denim between her pussy, that was waiting to free itself, and her nose welcoming the feeling of being open and free. Of course, being devoted came naturally to Jo so she found her freedom in her devotion.
SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK. His paddle stung through her tight jeans. She could feel the pain of each paddle across her ass. She could feel are ass turning red and her pussy on fire.
"You have been naughty today, Jo and you know it!"
"Yes, Sir, I was flirting a bit at Horton's, Sir."
"What were the rules, if you were to be called my Devoted?"
"Thou shalt not sway thy hips" With a smile on his face as they both knew that none of the commandments made sense to them since they met.
"Yes Sir."
SPANK SPANK SPANK.
"Do you know why you've been spanked?"
Jo looked puzzled.
