Julie and John Adopt a Slave

OK, I never really understood why they called it 'giving someone a spanking' until I had to give one to Carolyn. I mean, I didn't WANT to spank her, but it was the only real way to get her attention, ya know? Anyway... when I saw the look on her face afterwards, I finally figured out why it was called 'giving'. But, I'm getting w-a-a-a-ay ahead of myself.

Anyway, we made it through the weekend OK. I waited until Saturday to facetime John and tell him about our (my?) new pet. I was kinda worried how that was going to go. After all, this isn't MY house, and I'm kinda just a guest here, too, so I figured it could go well ("Yeah! A new roommate who's hugely emotionally dependent on us! Just what we wanted!") or it could go not-so-well (that again, but without the exclamation points). Instead, it kinda went sideways, but not in a bad way.

Somewhere in the conversation, he inevitably asked, "Did you fuck her?"

"Sorta," and I described how she came to bed with me and I got her off.

"Huh... a reach-around, eh? You've never done that for me."

"I've done a lot more than that for you, buster! Plus, every time I reach for your cock, it ends up somewhere inside me."

"Oh, yeah, there's that."

"You are the hardest man to give a hand job to."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"You should."

"Anyway, I thoughy we already had a pet?"

"You have a pet. Winston. And he's fairly self-contained. Damn dog almost feeds himself."

"Yeah. Gotta show him how to operate a can opener. Anyway, is she still sleeping in our bed?"

"Yeah, last night she just curled up in a fetal ball. When I woke up, she was, and I'm not making this up, sleeping at the foot of the bed."

"She keep your feet warm?"

"No."

"Yeah, too bad. Hey, she's going to have to find some other place to sleep when I come home. I mean, can she sleep in the spare bedroom?"

"I'm no psych, but she seems to have some kind of separation anxiety issues."

"Yeah, you know, a 3-some is nice every now and then, but I have a king sized bed for a reason."

John was right. He liked to spread out. There was barely room for me when he was snoring. "Winston has a bed."

"You're not suggesting Winston share?"

"No. I mean... maybe a duvet on a futon in the room? The bedroom is huge."

"Maybe another doggie bed? Winston's bed is really comfie."

"You're kidding, right?"

"Not really. I mean, if seriously. If she's what you say she is, try it out with her. There's a spare, clean doggie bed in the attic. Give her that and a duvet. See what happens."

"You are serious."

"Hey, I'm not the one who referred to her as a pet. Does she do any chores?"

"She does what I tell her. She's not exactly a thinker. I'm amazed she got thru college and into grad school. It's like she's on auto-pilot, but when I tell her to do something, she's right on it and says yes ma'am. I'm not sure I like being called a ma'am."

"I'm trying to picture you with your hair in a bun."

"Go fuck yourself."

"Not my only option in Manhattan."

Sigh... "Where's the doggie bed?"

"It's brand new. Still in the wrapper. In the attic. I bought it for Winston for Christmas last year and forgot to give it to him."

"You think he'll mind?"

"He's already got two beds, one in our bedroom and one in the den. He likes the smell, I think. Faint aroma of raccoon shit."

"You're serious."

"I'm serious. Give her a doggie bed and a duvet. If you want to be nice, a pillow, too."

"She doesn't seem to like pillows."

"OK, then. It's settled."

"I'll think about it."

Sigh... so all weekend, I made Carolyn study her Latin. I had it down pat, and could have taught it, so spent most of my time just fiddle-farting around. She didn't seem to be able to study without me ordering her, and I had to check on her periodically to see if she had any questions. I TOLD her to ask me if she had any questions, but she didn't seem to be able to do that without any prompting.

Monday was almost anti-climactic. I breezed through the final exam, and could see that Carolyn was doing OK, but plodding. I'd told her we'd meet after the exam at the bus stop, where I'd wait for her and read my book. I wasn't surprised she was about 30 minutes behind me, making her one of the last to finish the class. When she got to the bus stop, her face said everything -- she was a completely blank slate, telling me she had absolutely no idea what she was going to do in the next minute. Without direction, guidance, and discipline, Carolyn was an empty shell.

I'd been thinking about this eventuality while trying (unsuccessfully) to read my book. I didn't want to take advantage of the situation, but clearly Carolyn needed emotional and mental rebuilding. I had no clue how she'd gotten to this point, but clearly either some benevolent guidance was needed, or she'd fall into the wrong hands. I was utterly at a loss as to what to do, so I figured a few shots in the dark wouldn't hurt.

"Carolyn, we're going to go home now. I need you to fix lunch when we get there. OK?"

Why did I ask her 'OK'? She just nodded, but I could tell from her countenance that she didn't have the inner will to say 'No' to any directions. I had to be very careful here, because this could really, truly turn malevolent if I wasn't up to the task.

We rode the bus silently to my car, and then silently home. When we go there, Winston greeted us at the gate, and I could see that Carolyn and he got along, as if they were kindred spirits. It was hot in the house, and I peeled off my top layers of clothes as soon as I got in. While the house was air conditioned, John and I were loathe to run it except in the worst of weather, preferring the fresh breezes through the windows. I told Carolyn what I wanted -- there was some cooked chicken in the freezer and salad fixings in the fridge. She could peel off her clothes if she liked, but she should wear an apron in the kitchen. She nodded, and disappeared into the back of the house. I went upstairs to change into a loose t-shirt over my panties, gratefully getting rid of my bra for the rest of the day.

When I came down to the kitchen, Carolyn had artfully put together two salads for us. I couldn't help but notice she was totally nude under the kitchen apron, and decided to say nothing. Maybe, just maybe, I was a little envious at the freedom, but couldn't quite bring myself to join her.

She was quiet over lunch, and finally I broke the silence by asking, "What are your plans for the summer?"

She finished her bite of food, and then said, "Last summer, between college and grad school, I didn't do much. My family lives about a thousand miles from here, and while I went home to visit them, I was more comfortable here. I'd been living with my Master since junior year, and he let me come stay with him for the summer and basically take care of his place until school started."

"Kinda like a maid?"

"Maid. Housekeeper..." She paused for a moment, "Concubine."

"Is that what he called you?"

"Yes. Concubine. I kinda liked it. It had a... ring to it."

"John and I could use some help around here," I lied. Actually, the house was fairly self-sustaining, and I did most of the odd jobs while he was at work, but I had to say something. "You could sleep in the spare bedroom and cook and clean around here in trade."

"Spare bedroom?" she asked inquisitively. "I haven't slept in a room by myself in three years, except for when I visit my family and then I can barely sleep."

"Did you sleep in the bed with your Master?"

"No. He only had a small bed. I slept on the floor, except when he needed to use me."

Wow... that hit me like a ton of bricks. "How did you feel when he needed to 'use' you?"

"Fulfilled. Like I was earning my keep."

I just nodded. "John's not much for sharing a bed. He can barely tolerate me. I could put something on the floor of our bedroom for you, if you'd like. As for sex, well, maybe occasionally a three-way. We've enjoyed that from time to time, but we'll have to see how things work out. Maybe you could make yourself available to John when I'm on my period."

"I could do that. I'd be very pleased to do that, ma'am."

"You don't have to call me ma'am."

"What should I call you?"

"Just Julie."

"I don't know if I can do that."

Huh... That was the first push-back I'd received from Carolyn, and it told me a lot. This need for being subservient was really buried deep in her.

"How about calling me 'Miss Julie'?"

"I can do that. And Master John?"

"Maybe just Mister John."

"Yes, Miss Julie."

"Sigh... OK, I'm going to go get in the hot tub. You can start your duties today. Bring me a class of prosecco and check on me every few minutes. Then clean up the kitchen, and I'll have some other chores for you later."

I caught the faintest of smiles on Carolyn's face. Apparently, giving her some structure and some chores was what she wanted. As I walked toward the changing room, I thought I caught a cute little wiggle in her ass as she walked around the kitchen, fetching a champagne flute and a bottle of Italian bubbly out of the wine fridge.

Later in the afternoon, after too many flutes of prosecco, and a fruit-and-cheese platter I had her fetch me, I checked up on Carolyn's progress. She seemed happy, naked but for the apron and a pair of sandals, cleaning house from top to bottom (wow!...?) and for all the world I thought I heard her humming. I directed her to fix us dinner (I was barely hungry, but she'd been working all day) and put Winston's twice-daily feeding and weekly brushing on her list. She seemed happy to have a list of chores, and frankly I was beginning to wonder what was left for me to do with my summer.

That evening, I watched a movie. I sat on the sofa, legs tucked under me in my usual comfie position, and directed Carolyn to sit by me on a rug on the floor. She seemed contented to occasionally fetch me things, fix me my evening tea, and lazily lay her head against my leg. Finally the sleepy tea took hold, and I told her it was time for bed. She was still naked, but for the apron, and I told her that was probably the best way for her to sleep. She just nodded at my observation.

Carolyn followed me upstairs. While she was sleeping in my bed for now (a given at this point), her things were still in the spare bedroom and hall bath. She busied herself getting ready for bed while I was doing my own nightly ritual. I finished up and decided to put Carolyn to another test -- something of an end-of-semester reward for myself. Rather than my normal sleepwear, I just put on a mid-thigh satin top and no panties, and lay on the bed with my head and torso propped on all of the pillows.

When Carolyn came into the room, nude and barefoot, I said, "Carolyn, I need a foot rub. There is some nice lotion on the bedside table, would you take care of that, please?"

Carolyn smiled and quickly fetched the lotion. She crawled onto the bed, beside me, and began expertly massaging my feet and ankles. Unless I was missing my guess, she had some practice at this!

I could have left it there, but pointed to my legs, and directed that Carolyn continue the massage upward. She looked at me and smiled, as if to understand what I had in mind, and her expert fingers were sending me into a very nice fugue. I parted my legs, and motioned for Carolyn to kneel between them as she worked on both thighs.

By this point, my mid-thigh nightie had worked its way up my body, and she could clearly see I wasn't wearing any undies. I'm not shaved or waxed down there, but I do keep myself neatly trimmed, and I'm not very hair to begin with. John is fairly expert at attending to a woman's 'needs', and I like to keep my little kitty nice and pretty for him. Now, it appeared, the same little kitty was prep'd and ready for Carolyn.

I could see her eyes focused on my ladyhood, and when she glanced up at my face, I smiled and nodded for her. I wanted this to be her initiative, not mine. I wanted her to think on her own just this once, and I wanted her to WANT to take care of my needs.

Soon enough, Carolyn bent over, her ass pointing heavenward, and her face descending into me. I reached for her hair, and running my fingers through it, but taking care not to pull her into me. I still wanted this to be her initiative, but I wanted her to know I approved of everything she was doing.

Her mouth ever so gently touched me, and her warm breath and warm lips were a powerful stimulant. I was already a bit swollen and excided down there, but her attention put that into full throttle. I could feel myself getting wet, and my wetness mingled with her saliva. Her fingers held my thighs apart, and she deftly tongued my little button, sending shivers up my spine and causing my swelling to increase all the more. My hips took on a life of their own, and I felt myself lifting off of the bed to meet her talented mouth. (In the back of my mind, I briefly realized why men couldn't help but thrust and pump into a woman's willing mouth, rather than just lay back and enjoy her attention.)

Slowly I drifted off into a haze. Carolyn continued to attend to my wants and needs. While I'd plotted this as a bit of a training exercise for her, and a reward for me, I hadn't really considered just how much I needed this attention. John had been gone for a week, and my little kitty had been lonely much too long.

Ten minutes? Fifteen? Thirty? I have no idea how long or how many climaxes I achieved. Did I say 'I achieved'? Really Carolyn was doing all of the 'achieving'. I was just the lucky recipient of a great deal of talent on her part.

Finally I 'came to' and motioned for her to stop. She rose up from her crouch, and lay her naked body over the top of my nearly naked but exhausted torso. I was still holding her head, and I brought her mouth to mine and we kissed in that gentle way that only women know how to kiss one another. Don't get me wrong -- I LOVE the rough and firm kiss of a man, but a woman's kiss is something else entirely.

After a bit, I motioned for Carolyn to lay next to me. It was a warm night, and we just covered ourselves with a thin sheet. She lay her head on my chest, right above my breast, and before long, I could feel the rhythm of her breath go to that place where it goes in a deep slumber. Somewhere in there, her fingers had migrated to her own pussy, and she every so subtly brought herself, as if to give herself a reward for being a good girl. I was glad to let her have that and wanted her to feel encouragement for her efforts.

The rest of the week went OK. John was scheduled to fly back on Saturday, and he'd uber home from the airport. Carolyn busied herself getting used to household chores, and I busied myself doing... well... nothing much. It continued to be warm, and I kept her naked all the time. Even when she helped me in the yard with the garden, all she wore was a pair of sandals and a big floppy hat. I made sure she wore plenty of sunscreen, and enjoyed helping her rub that on parts of her skin she couldn't reach.

On Wednesday, I dug out the new pet bed from the attic. It was quite large and fluffy, and just big enough for a human to curl up and sleep in (but not stretch out). I brought it into the bedroom and lay it on the floor on the opposite side of the room from Winston's. Winston didn't quite know what to think, but Carolyn seemed to be quite pleased. I instructed her to take a nap in it and gave her a duvet. She curled right up, naked as usual, and honestly I thought I heard her purring with delight.

Thursday night, I invited her back up in my bed to give me another massage. I didn't want to spoil myself, or for that matter spoil Carolyn, but a girl needs what a girl needs, ya know? After ministering to my needs, I sent her back to her pet bed, and I could hear her moaning as she took care of herself.

Along the way, I made Carolyn provide me with her health records from the school. I was a bit worried about John 'using' her when he got back (and I was sure she would want him to!) and not seeing any evidence of her taking the pill or any health records. Turns out, Carolyn had a full work-up from the campus health center just a few weeks before the end of school. She had an IUD in place since undergraduate days, and they checked to make sure that was functioning. Blood tests had been done as a routine part of her physical, and she came back clean on all common STD's. I relaxed a bit at that, since, yeah, I'd already put myself at risk here.

It wasn't until Thursday that I saw any sort of sadness or dispiritedness from Carolyn. She was moody all morning, and when I asked her what it was all about, she started moaning about her ex-. She missed him (and yeah, I think I understand why!) and started whining that she was going to go back to him. I sat her down and told her that was over. I reminded her that HE was the one who kicked her to the curb and left her an emotional wreck just over a week ago. I tried everything. I hugged her. I listened to her. I tried consoling her. We went for a walk in the garden. We spent some 'sister' time in the hot tub (a reward I doled out to her sparingly). Nothing seemed to work.

After nearly a full day of listening to her bitch, I finally said, "Carolyn, you've turned into a whiner about this, and I'm not having it. Upstairs on my dresser, there's a wooden hairbrush. I want you to go get it for me and bring it down here right now."

She scurried away to run my errand, always obeying at an instant anything I told her, even if she wasn't happy about it. I'm not sure what was coming over me, but I was at my wits end, and knew this needed to stop. How I came up with this idea, I don't know.

Anyway, she came back into the kitchen with the brush, and I grabbed her by the arm and led her out on the deck. I sat in one of the wooden armless deck chairs we have around the outdoor dining table and motioned her to stand beside me. With one swift pull, I yanked her over my lap, from right to left, and with my right hand holding the brush and my left arm holding her down to my lap, I swatted the hell out of her ass three quick times.

Carolyn gasped with pain each time and wiggled into my lap, but didn't say a word about stopping. I told her this was about her becoming a whiner and not listening when I tried to talk her back into reality.

Carolyn sniffled a bit, and just said, "Yes, Miss Julie. I've been a pain in the ass, I know, and disobeyed you."

With that, I gave her three more quick swats with the hair brush, and could see I was leaving a big red mark on her bottom. "Are you going to listen to me from now on, Carolyn?"

She just moaned and nodded her head.

"I can't hear you, Carolyn!"

"Yes, Miss Julie. I'll listen from now on. I won't disobey any more."

I finished up with two more good swats, this time to the other butt cheek, not wanting to leave any permanent welts on her skin. "I don't want to have to do this again, but you have to learn that what I say is the law around here. What I tell you is for your own good, and if you disobey me, you have to be reminded."

Whew... where was this coming from? I had no idea I had that in me.

I motioned for Carolyn to stand up. Tears were falling from her eyes, but she was hardly crying. I could see on her face a look, not of fear or discord, but more of gratitude for being disciplined and reminded of her place. I pointed to a corner of the deck looking out over the garden, and said, "Go sit there on the deck in that corner and think about what a bad girl you've been, and I'll call you when it's time for you to fix me dinner. Go on, now."

She nodded and smiled, and as she padded toward the punishment corner, I swore I saw a bit of a wiggle in her red ass.

With that, I had the faintest inkling of why it was called 'giving' someone a spanking.