Foreshadowing:
In front of a cozy and warm fire, as a snow storm raged outside and blanketed the area with beautiful white powdered sugar-like snow... the evening of the shopping trip ended in a shower of sparks as Rachael begged Rodger to "take her ass"... and He obliged her request as He gave a primal bellow and Rachael gave an answering scream. Now, she was His and His alone. He had laid His first claim on her... How many more 'firsts' were to come?
The storm had come in out of nowhere as Rachael and I shopped; changing from wind and rain, then to wind and snow, and had lasted the better part of a week... blanketing everything so it resembled a winter scene that would rival the best Victorian renditions of Currier and Ives. The days had been spent in training Rachael in codes of behavior... those for at home in private... and those for in public.
During the week that the storm stayed, Rachael had gotten into the habit, a very nice one, of bringing me the first coffee of the day while I was still in bed. She was spoiling me; I knew it, but I loved it!
But this morning I chose to rise after Rachael had gone down to make the coffee and hurried to shower, dress, and get downstairs. An idea occurred to me while I was showering and it had to be set in motion quickly, but personally.
As I reached the last tread of the stairs, I turned and noticed that the coffee table was already set and Rachael's towel was at her place. With my smile widening, I then turned and walked through the dining room, toward the swinging door into the kitchen. The strains of Allanah Miles' "Black Velvet" grew louder and I moved toward the door and pushed it inward. I was not prepared for, nor did I expect, the vision that moved with the lithe grace of a seasoned dancer before me.
Rachael was dancing, very provocatively, and each move was in complete sync and tempo with the music; and she didn't miss a beat. Her Dark Chocolate tresses hung long and loose and fanned out behind her as she twirled her way around the kitchen... gathering plates and mugs and placing them on the top tray of the trolley.
When she bent to open the oven door, I was surprised when she squatted low, retrieved the cookie sheet out of the oven, then quickly jutted out her hips and rolled them as she stood up and moved to put whatever she had been baking down on the burners. I waited for her hand to move well away before I announced my presence, and the fact that she had an audience.
"Good Morning, My Pet," I spoke as I advanced into the room.
"What are you making this morning? It smells wonderful."
Rachael whirled around from the stove, barely managing to stifle her scream in time. I couldn't stop the grin that lifted the corners of my mouth.
"You were quite the vision a few minutes ago, Pet. Were you a dancer at one time? Your timing was perfect." I could feel my grin widen as I watched the blush rise and color the neck and face of the girl who stood in front of me.
"If breakfast is ready, let's enjoy it while it's hot. After breakfast, you will do the usual clean up downstairs. Then I want you to go upstairs, enter your room and strip out of what you're wearing. You are then to go into my room, strip the sheets off my bed and air it while you wash and dry them. When done, you are to re-make the bed.
"Then, when you've completed my room, would you please make the upstairs guest room ready for company?
"I will follow you up and wait while you strip. Then I want you to find your double bullet and bring it to me. I will then inspect you to see if you are wet. If you are, I will insert the bullet and you will go about the duties I have outlined for you.
"If, upon my inspection, I find that you are not wet, I will bend you over my knee and spank you... checking you until I am satisfied with how wet you are. Then you will wear the bullet and continue with your duties until I return. I have an errand I need to run and I want what I have told you to do completed by the time I return.
"You may shower if you wish to shower alone, or you may wait until I return. If you choose to shower alone, you may do it only after the guest room is ready and the sheets for my bed are in the dryer. Am I clear?"
"Yes Sir. Crystal."
Rachael then picked up the breakfast casserole dish, put it on the trolley and the pair headed for the living room.
Breakfast passed easily enough and soon we had devoured half the casserole and emptied the coffee carafe. At my nod, Rachael got up, cleared the table then headed into the kitchen as I sat on the sofa and enjoyed the last of my coffee, the fire, and glanced at the paper.
In no time at all, Rachael came back, stood at the base of the stairs and announced that she was headed up. I got up from the sofa and followed her up... then stood in the open doorway of her room while she stripped out of her teddy and brushing robe. Standing naked before me, she then went to the top drawer of the nightstand next to her bed, opened it and withdrew the double bullet I had bought her that night... the night it snowed... and I had claimed her as Mine.
"Don't forget the remote please Rachael." I spoke in a low voice as I lounged against the doorframe.
"Then come over here, put the double bullet and its remote in my hand, then spread your legs."
Rachael still wasn't used to constantly being inspected, or being, as I called it,
always accessible
. She couldn't, and wouldn't, deny how much the mere touch of My fingers excited her. Nor could she deny how often the remembered feel of My fingers as I rested them against her sex as We sat in the car, or on the sofa during training sessions, sent little thrills of excitement racing through her... making her want more... hoping I would take more... or push for more.
Rachael had realized, that snowy night when I took her anal virginity, and she had screamed when I pushed my cock into her as deep as I could go and came, that she had wanted Me for some time... even before she found that box on the floor of My closet.
But, I also knew now, that she neither regretted finding that box, nor the items I had thrown into it.
She had also come to the realization, as she continued to look at the items, that she had wanted Me, even then, to use them on her. The intensity of that feeling... that naked want... had startled her so much that she had screamed when I had sneaked up behind her and had spoken so softly to her that day.
"Rachael! Bring those things here! NOW! I haven't got all day for you to wool-gather!"
Rodger's short clipped tone of command broke into her reverie and she snapped out of her memories.
"Oh Sir! I'm sorry."
She hurried over to where I was standing, placing the items in My outstretched hand. Then, spreading her legs, she stood before Me... waiting... steeling her insides against the softness of the touch she knew was coming.
But, to Rachael's alarm, an emotion she tried hard not to show, my touch was not soft... this time. I roughly pushed two fingers into her vagina and, to My dismay, and hers, I found that she was dry.
Showing my upset, I locked gazes with Rachael as I pushed my fingers deeper, and allowed the displeasure at finding her dry to show on my face and in my eyes.
If she were astute, as I had come to know she was, she would read it correctly, and react. I didn't give her that chance, this time. I pulled my fingers from her vagina and held them up between our faces.
"Well, girl? What's wrong with this picture before you? Tell me what you don't see... then go get me the chair from my room and bring it here... quickly.
"Well? I'm waiting!"
Rachael swallowed nervously, wet her lips with the tip of her tongue, and told me what she didn't see on my fingers.
"Your fingers are dry Sir... which means I am not wet... at all. I-I-..."
"No excuses!" I snapped.
"I don't want to hear them. Just go get the chair out of my room and get back here."
My eyes drilled into Rachael's as I held her gaze, speaking sharply. I then took a step back and allowed her to pass me and run to get the spanking chair I kept in my room, just for such an occasion as this one... if it were needed, and return.
As I heard her race down the landing from her room to mine, I undid the belt and zipper and stepped out of my slacks and was standing at the foot of Rachael's bed as she came back with the chair.
"Place it here, with the back against the foot of your bed."
I kept the stern edge in my voice as I stood pointing where I wanted the chair put, and watched as she placed it in the spot indicated then she quickly stepped back as I moved to sit down.
"Bend your upper body across my lap and once settled, spread your legs. You will count out loud as the swats connect with your ass girl. And I will halt only once to inspect you."
Rachael had barely placed her upper body across my lap when she felt the first swat land soundly on the right cheek of her ass. She quickly swallowed and began counting aloud.
"One, Sir," she called out as the next one landed on the left cheek.
"Two, Sir," she counted again.
Two more landed in quick succession onto the right cheek and she barely had time to get the count out before I landed two more onto the left cheek. My hand was raised to lower another one against the crack of her ass when I opted to lower it between her spread legs instead to find out just how wet she was.
