I arrived at Mr Grey's house on the first ordained day for my spanking. I felt butterflies in my stomach as I walked up the gravel drive. I had not been allowed to orgasm since the day before and I had emptied my bladder just before I left. I had been told not to use any make-up, had been instructed as to what to wear, including underwear much to my surprise. My hair was pulled into a pony tail away from my face.
Mr Grey's wife let us in, which for some reason I hadn't expected. She taller than me, though not by much, with hair pulled into bun. She wore no make up either and a tight waisted black loose legged black trousers with a black top. As she closed the door behind us she told me to take off my blouse and skirt. Licking my lips nervously I removed them both in the strange hallway and placed them neatly on the chair nearby. I stood as she looked me over, my eyes not looking at her but found places to them rest on the floor.
"Now the bra." I unfastened it behind my back and lay it down on my clothes as I felt my nipples hardening under her stare. "Shoes." My tits swung as I leant over to take off each shoe. Very self-consciously I walked behind watching her quite shapely buttocks. In the room she took me past a wooden dinning chair placed in the centre of the room. She had me stand facing the wall next to a bay window. I automatically took the position with my back arched and hands behind my neck and she half smiled. I didn't think I could quite be seen from outside but I wasn't sure, though I thought we were around the back of the house.
"In future, when you enter this house you are to undress by the door, down to your panties, leave those on, and then walk into the living room and wait facing the wall, where you are now, each time as a matter of routine. You need to get used to routines, they will help you." I heard her leave the room, though not close the door. Mrs Grey told me to ensure that my elbows never came in front of my shoulders. It was hard and I had to arch my back. She told me that I must do everything exactly as I was told. Even a minor infraction would be dealt with. I swallowed and checked my elbows surreptitiously. I was very conscious of my semi nudity and my tits thrusting out as they all stared at me. My nipples began to throb.
I waited for what seemed a long time, it built and built the anticipation. I could imagine what the chair was for, imaging me over it. I realised that waiting alone and unnoticed would make me feel even more subby for them when they came to me again. I thought of wearing knickers here. It seemed odd but I guessed watching their removal would be appreciated as well as making it more embarrassing for me. I thought of being naked. Naked and vulnerable. I especially felt that when others were all dressed other than me. Others could look, touch or take me when they wanted. That feeling of being available always aroused me. Eventually I heard noise as someone came into the room. I was made to turn and put my hands on my head standing in front of Mr Grey, his wife stood over to the side.
"You need to know that your owners have decided that that you will experience pain and understand, as a submissive, its relation ship to pleasure. Before I begin I need to know whether you fully consent to this."
"Yes." I coughed. My throat was dry. "Yes, I do."
"Have you ever been spanked before?"
"No, never."
"Call me Sir please, or Mr Grey, call my wife Miss Janet or Ma'am."
"Yes. Yes Sir." It felt correct. "No Sir, I haven't."
"Well it will hurt, but these won't be punishment spankings unless I am told you deserve one." I nodded, not understanding at all. "You will not be subject to much at the beginning though it will gradually increase. Each time we will do more or less the same thing though, as I said you will gradually have your horizons broadened. You will know and learn to appreciate the different routines. My wife will deal with you often, though what you receive today will be given by me. You must do exactly as you are told by either of us at all times, is that understood?"
"Yes Sir". I quickly nodded again.
Mr Grey sat down on the wooden chair. I was scared now, it was real now. The room seemed full even with only three people in it.
"Now, you are to be spanked. Before anything happens you are always to ask me or Miss Janet for it to take place. You must be aware that you are consenting and willing, and asking for us to do whatever it is to you. So what do you think you should say?"
"Please... will you spank me, Sir?" It was humiliating. I felt like a child.
"Good girl. Yes I will happily spank you, but only if you are a dirty little slut. Are you one? I can see you are showing off your tits, are you going to show me your slimy little cunt too?" I was surprised and shocked by his words, especially at the incongruity of the words compared to his very civil tone.
"Yes Sir. I am a dirty slut Sir. Yes Sir."
"I am told that you are a slut, that you can pretend, like some girls, try and pretend, you are a good girl. But we both know what you are really like, what you really need doesn't we?"
"Yes Sir."
"So you needn't pretend with us, need you?"
"No Sir. I know I'm not a good girl. I know am really a dirty slut."
I realised I was turned on by his language, him calling me a slut, him talking about me like this. I wasn't used to it from others, relative strangers. It made me very aware of what I was and needed. There was a release involved too, knowing I needn't hide things.
"I am told that you get off by showing your slutty body to anyone you can. It makes your cunt wet doesn't it?"
"Yes Sir." My mouth was dry. I thought of my body on display day after day. I hoped he liked my body.
"Also, like all sluts, you get excited quickly. You know you get excited doing all the things nice girls wouldn't. Your nipples have been jutting out provocatively since I came in. You are excited aren't you?"
"Oh yes Sir."
"No, tell me exactly."
