Samantha entered the makeshift dungeon her master Chris had setup in his home, naked and anxious. Chris had ordered her to strip naked and enter the dungeon. Samantha saw that the room was lit the same as last time, light only shining on the crucial parts of the room. Chris stood next to the table Samantha was tied to last time back in his black pants, his chest bare. Samantha was more excited for this visit than the last one since the last one went so well. She already felt her pussy begin to get wet in excitement for what her master was about to put her through.
"Welcome back to the dungeon Samantha please come to the table," Chris ordered her in a very casual way.
"Yes master," Samantha replied walking over to the table her breasts swaying slightly back and forth.
Normally a man's eyes would dart to Samantha's swaying chest, but Samantha knew Chris was no normal man. Chris had to keep his composure showing that this was totally about him.
"Lay your upper body on the table slave," Chris ordered Sam.
Sam did just that her breasts pressing against the table. Chris moved around the table attaching the restraints to Samantha's wrists and ankles like before.
"You are obeying very well tonight Sam, I am happy to see such quick progress." Chris said to Sam.
"Thank you Chris....I mean master," Sam said to her master.
Chris smiled knowing that using her own name might trick her into breaking a rule.
"Well, well spoke too soon I guess." Chris said moving behind Sam.
Sam knew that Chris did that on purpose and she knew she would not make that mistake again. Chris stood behind Samantha, his hands roaming over her back and down to her butt. He gave her butt a squeeze and with his right hand smacked her right butt cheek. Sam let out know yelp of pain, but took what she could her pussy slowly getting more wet. With another slap Chris' hand came down on Sam's left butt cheek. How many slaps she would get she did not know. Chris came down again and again on her butt. Slowly Sam could feel it getting hotter as slowly an imprint was becoming more and more visible. Finally after what seemed like fifty slaps, Chris' hand stopped its slapping.