Mia knelt on the floor, her hands resting on her thighs and her head bowed. She had been in that position for half an hour, showing patient obedience. Her mistress, Donna, sat on the sofa reading a magazine, her feet tucked under her, paying no attention to her new slave.
When the door bell rang, Donna looked up and said, "Get that."
Mia got to her feet as quickly as she could. She had a bit of trouble unfolding after kneeling in the floor so long, but she managed to walk briskly to the door and open it.
Melissa walked into the house paying no attention to Mia, walked to the sofa and gave Donna a kiss and hug. She was a cute blonde in her mid twenties, a couple of years younger than Mia, but taller and with larger breasts. She wore a low cut dress that showed her cleavage to good advantage, short enough to let most of her long legs show, but just long enough to hide the tops of her stockings when she stood. When she bent over to kiss Donna, Mia could see the tops of her stockings and the lacy straps of her garter belt.
Mia envied her easy manner with the mistress. She had been Donna's since she was eighteen, had been first her slave, then her protégé. Donna touched Melissa's face with tenderness, and asked her to sit. Mia, not having been told to do anything else, took up her position in the floor.
"Would you like something to drink?" Donna asked Melissa.
"A glass of wine would be nice," she said.
Mia was already on her feet before the words were out of Melissa's mouth.
"We have a very nice Chenin Blanc," Donna said.
"That would be nice," Melissa said.
Pouring the wine carefully, so as not to spill any, and holding the glasses by their stems when she carried them to the two women on the sofa, Mia wondered if she would even be at ease in the presence of the mistress. She had only been with her a short while, of course, while Melissa had known her for years, but there was something unapproachable about the older woman, a barrier that she had set up to keep Mia at a distance, that the girl couldn't imagine ever breaching.
She knelt back in her place, waiting, and trying not to eavesdrop as the two women carried on a conversation. It was hard not to listen, of course, and she found herself suddenly looking up when her name was mentioned.
She realized her gaffe immediately, but it was too late. Donna was looking right at her when she lifted her eyes, and snapped at her immediately.
She put her head back down, apologizing as sincerely as she could, but Donna told her to be silent.
"Our little Mia needs a bit of correcting," Donna said. "Mia, get up and come here immediately."
"Yes, Mistress," she said.
"I think I'll take her across my lap here on the sofa," Donna said to Melissa. "If you'd like, you may watch from the chair, or if you'd rather do something else, I'll be just a few minutes."
"I think I'd like to watch," Melissa said. She got up from the sofa, going across the room to the large chair where she sat down, put her feet up under her and turned her attention to Mia's predicament.
"Apologize to Melissa for interrupting our conversation, then take off those panties and come get into position," Donna ordered.
"Ma'am," Mia said. "I am so sorry that I was listening in on your conversation with my mistress. It was a terrible thing to do, and I hope you can forgive me."
"We all have to learn," Melissa said.
Mia took off her thong, a wispy piece of silk and string that barely covered her shaved pussy, and held it out to Donna. Although her backside was bare even with the panties on, Donna always made her remove them completely before being punished.
"You know better than to eavesdrop on conversations, don't you?"
"Yes Mistress."
"I am going to spank you hard for it, but since I am in such a good mood today, I'm only going to use my bare hand."
"Thank you Mistress," said Mia. She knew how hard her mistress could spank with just the palm, hard enough to make her cry like a little girl, but it was still not as bad as the hair brush or the paddle, or, even worse, the belt. She positioned her self across Donna's lap, felt Donna's firm hands helping her into the proper position, and felt tears come to her eyes and her mistress turned her head toward Melissa by pulling her hair.
"Keep your eyes on Melissa," Donna ordered. "She is the guest you offended with your behavior."
"Yes, Mistress."
Donna rubbed her backside gently.
