It was 9.15am and Sir Mal told Daisy of the forth-coming days plans, it was a Saturday and He did not have to work. He had planned a visit from a fellow Daddy.
He was a 'Whip Expert' an implement Sir Mal had never preferred, but felt Daisy was getting too complacent with her current correction and needed something to beat it out of her.
Daisy gulped as she was told, and thanked her Daddy for His consideration.
She wondered why whenever her Daddy sprang a surprise on her it usually meant she'd feel pain.
The last time was when Sir decided she needed some body adornment and he took her to the high street to be "linked", a saying for having your hood ringed.
She was to wear only a dress for the occasion and when they arrived in the piercing room she had to strip naked in front of the young man who was to perform the task, which caused her to blush, but did as she was instructed at once.
She knew the penalty for hesitating so obeyed His orders immediately.
Once naked she awaited further instruction, with her hands on her head, back arched tits out, it was her normal stature for presenting when outside.
She was told to sit upon the table, lay back and place her legs in the stirrups.
The ring was loaded into the gun, then, POW! Followed by an; Owwwwwwwww.
Now tonight, she had new instructions: She was to go shower, then change into her slave dress.
It was just one piece of beige, cotton material which when placed over her shoulder, spread out and caught with a thin piece of the same material around her waist which gave her the appearance of a slave during the 15th century.
She duly obliged and heard the doorbell ring twice as she was descending the stairs.
She rushed to open it and into her view came a sight she would always remember.
A man in his late twenties or early thirties, maybe six foot four inches and dressed in a white shirt and matching chinos.
He was immaculately groomed with longish dark hair swept into a left-sided parting and combed back complete with designer stubble.
She was tongue tied by his appearance and gave a garbled introduction, then stood back, head bowed until He had entered the hall.
"I see we need to do something regarding your manner girl," he said.
She wanted to say yessssss pleaseeeee, but decided quickly it would do her no favours so she politely said, "Yes Sir."
She closed the door behind him and led Him to Sir's study and knocked on His door;
"Come in." He said not getting up from His desk.
"Your visitor, Daddy," she announced.
"Ah! Welcome to My home Sir Red. I see you have met my little one, Daisy."
"That I have", he said. And he thanked him for the kind welcome."
"Drink Red?"
Red accepted and thought he might just and an iced tea for now.
"Coffee for me."
Daisy went into the kitchen to prepare the drinks and returned to her Masters study, she knocked.
"Come in Daisy."
Daisy opened the door and set the drinks onto her Daddy's desk and stood with her hands by her side and head lowered.
The 2 talked while they drank.
"Right Daisy" Daddy said, "Go to the punishment room and wait; presented."
Daisy opened the door off the hall into the room Sir used for her punishment; in a previous life it was a large drawing room.
She pulled on the bow of her tie and her tunic opened.
She removed it from her shoulder and placed it neatly on the clothes hook by the door, Sir called it, 'the naughty girls' knickers hook.' To be able to wear knickers in the first place would be a treat in itself she thought.
She took her clit lead off the adjoining hook and attached it to her ring and placed the lead over her shoulders.
Her hands to her head arched back, tits out and head lowered, and wait.
Sir Mal and Sir Red arrived after about 20 minutes, Sir Red had something in his hands, but she tried not to look.
Sir Mal sat on his chair and called Daisy forward, she moved to His side and he took her lead and led her over His knee.
She had prepared and now her preparation was rewarded with a good hard hand spanking from her Master.
He spanked her and talked as daisy fidgeted over His knee.
He was very skilful in his task.
She got wetter and wetter and used Sirs thigh as a rubbing post on her pubic bone.
