Matthew sat back on the couch with satisfaction and watched Elizabeth bustle around, her barely covered breasts bouncing and swaying as she dusted his parent's living room. Though she wore a short skirt, Matthew knew she was panty-less and clean-shaven underneath and his cock twitched as he watched her bend over and expose the backs of her thighs to his gaze.
"Come here, my girl," he muttered as she straightened. She came over without hesitation, as he knew she would, and when he motioned to her to lean over, her hands flat on the couch next to him, she did that as well, her bottom lifted high in the air. He slid a finger between her thighs and into her hot, moist pussy and grinned as she groaned.
"Tell your Master what lessons you are learning, my girl."
He could see that Elizabeth was having trouble focusing by the way that her eyes glazed over and her breath caught in her throat. He thrust his finger in and out of her, and reached up and twisted one of her dangling nipples. "Lessons, my girl?" He increased the sternness in his tone, his pinching fingers emphasizing his words.
Elizabeth gasped. "Always keep my bedroom clean."
"And. . .?" Another twist of the nipple.
"Always obey my Master."
Matthew gave a satisfied chuckle and withdrew his finger, giving Elizabeth a sharp swat on the bottom as he did so. "Continue."
His father's unexpected business trip, and his mother's decision to accompany her husband, had given Matthew the perfect opportunity to discipline Elizabeth. The first time he had first seen the state of her bedroom—clothes piled on the bed, books everywhere-- he had ordered her to clean her room and keep it tidy. Two days ago, however, he had paid an unexpected visit to her house, and when her mother motioned him to go upstairs and find Elizabeth in her room, he had been furious to see it returned to its former state.
"It's your disobedience that displeases me the most," he had told her. Even her kneeled apology, complete with tears, and her fervent promises not to do it again failed to move him. "You will be punished," he had told her, and now she was.
Elizabeth finished the dusting and came over to kneel before him. She clasped her hands behind her back and kept her eyes on the floor as he had taught her. "What would you like me to do next, Master?"
"The cleaning looks good, though we haven't gotten to the kitchen or main bathroom yet. We still need to work on your obedience, though."
Elizabeth's lips parted, and he saw a flash of protest in her eyes, but she clamped her mouth shut and nodded. "Yes, Sir."
Matthew reached out and stroked her red-gold hair. "Good girl, " he murmured. "Just stay there and wait." He consulted his watch. "It shouldn't be long."
Elizabeth's lips parted again, but he interrupted her. "And don't ask questions."
He left Elizabeth kneeling in the living room as he went to pour two glasses of lemonade and fill a glass with ice from the freezer. Just as he was filling the second glass, the doorbell rang. "Stay put," he called to Elizabeth. "We'll be in soon." He smiled to himself at the way he imagined her right now, kneeling obediently, but quivering with a little trepidation at his use of the word "we'll" and the realization that when he returned, he wouldn't be alone.
Julie was lounging against the doorframe when Matthew pulled open the door. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him deeply, rubbing her breasts and crotch against him familiarly. "Your parents are gone for the weekend, huh?"
"Mmm hmm." He put his hand on her shoulder and steered her toward the living room. "And I need your help with a little . .. er . . . project I'm working on."
"And then we can finally fu . .." Julie's question died in her throat as she stepped into the living room and saw Elizabeth kneeling, half-naked, on the rug. Elizabeth's face flushed a deep red.
