Jamie woke abruptly to a sharp stinging on her behind accompanied by a loud smack. It surprised her more than anything. Taking a quick look around she realized quickly that she had had dozed off on the carpet she had been told to stay on and had actually fallen onto her side. She shook it off easily rising back to her knees, managing to sputter out, "I'm sorry sir."
"I'm sure you are," he hissed, delivering another harsh slap to her behind. Jamie felt so disappointed in herself for not only falling asleep, but moving from the position her master had so purposefully placed her in. She took her punishment without complaint. After two more spanks to her stinging bottom, she felt an awkward pause.... "What am I forgetting...." she thought uneasily.
He leaned down and whispered into her ear, "Is there something my whore wants to say to me?"
Jamie could literally feel it click in her brain, "I'm sorry I fell asleep sir, thank you for punishing me," she replied with an almost inquisitive tone to her voice.
She could hear the rustle of his clothing as he rose to a standing position behind her. "You're welcome;'' he laughed back at her, obviously pleased with himself. Jamie stayed put, elbows to the floor and ass in the air while her master walked to the armoire. She looked up to see him pulling a couple things from the shelves inside but struggled to make out what they were. He walked over to her and bent down, collaring her neck tightly. The cheap nylon made it clear that this was something intended for a pet more-so than for bondage play. He latched it in place and then tugged it to ensure that it was fitting snugly before attaching the long red leash to it. Nervousness and excitement coursed through Jamie's veins as her master gave it another quick tug.
"Let's get you cleaned up whore," he told her pulling the leash, "out in front of me, I wanna see my whore's ass sway while she crawls," he said in a demeaning tone. Jamie scurried out in front of him uncomfortably and crawled through the door he had left open for her. Once in the hallway she could see a light on in a bright white room a couple doors down. She crawled towards it, assuming it was where she was meant to be, and master followed. Her hands touched the cold ceramic tile of the room, sending chills throughout her body, her knees quickly followed. The light was bright to her eyes that had become accustomed to the dim lighting that the candle-lit room had provided her. Once inside she stopped abruptly, awaiting further instruction, but didn't dare to look back to Him to receive her questioning gaze. Sensing her hesitance he spoke up quickly, "I said we're getting you cleaned up bitch, climb in the tub!"
Jamie crawled to the tub, and struggled to get inside without resuming a standing position, that her master would not approve of. After a moment or two she managed to get all the way into the cool porcelain tub and knelt there awaiting further instruction. Master handed her a bar of soap, and a loofah and leaned forward, turning the knob marked "C" all the way on.
"Ah!" Jamie exclaimed loudly as the cold water showered her skin, and looked to him with discontentment written all over her face.
"My bitch gets cold water. I like the way it makes her nipples pop. Now, get all that wax off your body, scrub good and hard. I want my slut nice and clean for me," he said, lounging back comfortably against the sink and watching as Jamie quickly began lathering herself with the soap and scrubbing her skin with shaky hands. She was shocked at how suddenly she began to shiver.
"Scrub your pussy and your ass. I want them spotless," he hissed at her. Jamie uncomfortably reached down, washing between her legs with the soap as he watched.
"Not good enough. Hands and knees... ass to the shower head."
Jamie hesitated a moment. He walked over to her with authority in his step and she quickly jumped into the position he had requested, knowing she had already earned herself a punishment. "What rule did you JUST BREAK?" he asked.
"I will do whatever you ask... without hesitation," she replied defeated. slowly and soflty. He gave two more quick and very hard slaps to her ass. Sensing he was done Jamie added, "I'm sorry I hesitated, thank you for punishing me sir." Without acknowledging her words he reached down, grabbing the soap and loofa and roughly scrubbing between her cheeks and lower lips until Jamie feared he would scrub them raw. "You can't even wash your own pussy... I have to do that for you?" he laughed. "I'll get them nice and clean for when I fuck them." As soon as she was worried she couldn't take the scrubbing anymore she heard the water click off. Her toes and fingers were completely numb by this point and her body covered in goose bumps by the thousands... she shivered recklessly, begging without words to be touched.
"Out." He said, and she complied quickly flowing out of the bathtub and onto the cool floor beneath. She looked to him, still shivering, waiting for him to offer her a towel. Instead he just leaned down, reconnecting the leash to her collar.
