Tara woke up early. Remembering what had happened the day before, she smiled. Ambrose was such a mysterious and seductive man! She was going to have so much fun with him, exploring the BDSM lifestyle for a week. Strangely, she did not feel scared about what he would do to her. Having introduced the "color code" reassured her, and she instinctively trusted him.
She got up, took a shower and put on a short skirt and blouse. Looking at herself in the mirror, she decided that she would be as beautiful and sexy as possible for her Master. She pulled out thigh-high black stockings from her dresser, the ones she would wear when going out on a romantic date. Just the act of putting them on was erotic, especially considering that she was not wearing any underwear.
Before leaving her flat, she worried that her hard nipples - symbol of her excitement and arousal - could be seen by everyone who would look at her. Her blouse was made of fine material, which was almost transparent on her body. However, she could not change anymore or she would be late. "Oh well", she thought. Why would it matter anyway?
In the metro, she understood quickly that it did matter. She was painfully aware of her breasts almost bursting out of her blouse, her nipples harder than ever, and her vagina already wet. Tara felt incredibly desirable, and it was turning her on. She caught the looks of several men and women, and she knew that she was attractive. She arrived in the office at 6.50 am, proud to be on time and extremely horny.
Ambrose was already at his desk. "Is he sleeping here or what?" she wondered. When he saw her, he looked at his watch, smiled and signaled her to come in his office.
"You're early, that's really good," he said. "Stand up straight, I want to examine you."
"Yes, Master", she answered proudly.
He stood up, approached her and opened her blouse. Looking at her breasts, then at her thighs, he felt more aroused than ever. He had spent the entire night dreaming of her. She was the perfect submissive; without any knowledge of BDSM, she was constantly wet, she respected all of his rules, she called him "Master" easily. Placing his hands over her pussy, he noticed how warm and damp she already was. At seven in the morning!
"So, did you have a good night of sleep? Was it hard not to touch yourself, little whore?" He smiled. Just the word "whore" had made her blush, she was so innocent and sweet!
"Well, Master, I have to admit something..." She hesitated, looking uncomfortable. "Last night, before falling asleep, I was thinking about the day and it got me terribly horny and..." Her face was completely red now. "Well, I touched myself a little."
He was shocked, and pretended to be angry. However, he smiled internally. He was turning her on so much that she could not stop herself from masturbating at night!
"Well, as you can tell I am very mad that you did not respect my rules", he said calmly. "I planned on giving you a reward for being early and wearing such a nice sexy outfit. Instead, you will get punished. Remove your skirt and bend over this table, over there." He was indicating a table that was against the wall, next to his own desk.
She did as she was told, and wondered what was coming. Leaning against the table, her ass standing straight in the air, she could only see the wall in front of her, and not what was happening in the room behind.
Ambrose took his time. He was enjoying the view; in this position, he was able to fully see her beautiful ass and wet vagina. By now, he wanted to fuck her badly - however, he could not give her the satisfaction. Instead, he removed his watch, pulled up his sleeve, and started spanking her.
Each blow, she moaned a little harder and her ass got a little redder. She was completely shocked - she had never been spanked before! She quickly discovered that she loved it. The act was a mix of pain and pleasure on a whole new level, and she enjoyed feeling naughty, being spanked by her boss in the office.
After a few minutes, he stopped. "Red?" he asked, slightly worried.
