A week later I sat on a stool outside the door to the barn as I watched her walk up the gravel path toward me. She gave me a wide smile and a small wave. I made a point of looking at my watch. "Good afternoon. Four minutes early," I said.
"Hello, Master. Yes, I made sure I caught the early train today."
I smiled. "That's good. I guess you learned your lesson last week."
"Yes Master, I did. Thank you for teaching me." She said as she walked up to me.
"It was a pleasure," I said as I stood up and took a moment to look at her. She was wearing a blue and white striped shirt over a white sports bra, and pair of denim shorts that were frayed at the thighs. The shirt was unbuttoned, and I could see the smooth tanned skin of her belly. On her feet were a pair of black Dr. Marten boots.
"That's a nice shirt," I said, "I have one very similar to that. However, those boots look a little imposing. Are they just in case you need to kick someone?"
She looked down at her boots, then back up at me "Maybe if that person has made me angry and deserves a kicking... Master." She said with a small mischievous smile.
I held my hands up in mock surrender and smiled. "I better keep you happy then." I took hold of her hand and led her along the path behind the barn. "Come with me."
Here the path was bordered on one side by the back of the barn and on the other by a row of bushes and a large horse chestnut tree. At the far end was a high brick wall and a wrought iron gate. Once we turned the corner behind the barn we were completely hidden from the road.
I had already placed a small table next to the path. On the table was a leather collar with a silver ring at the front, a pair of leather cuffs, a couple of leather belts, a chain leash with a clasp at one end and a leather loop at the other, and a pair of black leather shoes with four-inch stiletto heels.
She looked at the items on the table and bit her lower lip slowly.
"Take your clothes off," I said, "and give them to me."
She immediately began to undress, slipping the shirt off her shoulders and handing it to me before pulling her sports bra over her head and shaking her long dark curly hair free so it cascaded down her back. She gave me the bra, bent down, untied her boots, and took them off with her socks. She tentatively gave me her socks before unbuttoning and unzipping her shorts and wiggling them over her hips. As she pushed her shorts down to her thighs and let them drop to the path I saw she was wearing a black cotton thong, the material of which barely covered her pussy.
She picked up her shorts and handed them to me then slid her hands inside her thong. However, before she began to pull it down she looked straight at me and smiled then slowly turned around. When her back was towards me she put her feet together, kept her legs straight and bent at the waist, and looked at me over her shoulder just had she had done on the very first day we had met a couple of weeks earlier.
However, there was a clear difference in the way she looked at me this time. When she had done this the first time she looked slightly nervous and unsure of herself. Now I could see the confidence in her eyes and her smile had widened into a grin.
She wiggled her hips as she slowly pulled the thong down over her bum to her thighs, then pushed it down her legs until the thong reached her knees and dropped onto the path.
However, she didn't make an immediate move to recover her underwear. She stayed bent over at the waist with her legs straight looking at me over her shoulder. She swayed her bum side to side and my eyes were naturally drawn to the valley between her ass cheeks where I could see the smooth skin of her pussy pressed between her cheeks.
After a few seconds of swaying her hips back and forth, she finally stepped out of her underwear, picked them up, turned around, and offered me the thong. "My underwear, Master." I took the thong from her and slipped it into my jacket pocket.
She then took a couple of small steps back and stood there completely naked with her hands behind her back and an expectant look on her face.
I placed her clothes on the table and picked up the collar.
"Collaring."
As soon as I said this she knelt on the path, her knees slightly apart and she slid her hands behind her head under her hair lifting it away from her neck. Her back was straight, her shoulders pushed back, and she held her head up a little, although she kept her eyes down, looking at my feet.
I squatted down in front of her, placed the collar around her neck, and fastened it securely with the buckle. I stood up and wondered if the gravel on the path was digging into her knees. If it was she wasn't showing it.