Debbie drove to Jack's house with an edge of anger. Since Jack had called her several days before and told her he needed some house cleaning done, her emotions had gone back and forth between anger at the thought of Jack just expecting her to serve him as some maid, and excitement of Jack's further use of her. She knew whatever argument she used would be useless and a waste of time. She was going to submit to whatever he asked of her.
Debbie walked up the front steps of Jack's house and walked in the front door. She walked through the foyer and rounded the corner into the living room to see Jack sitting in his chair drinking a cup of coffee. He smiled at her as he gave her instructions. "There's an outfit for you on the bed in the master bedroom. Go put it on! Nothing else! Just what you see on the bed and on the floor!"
Debbie glared at Jack for a second before turning to head upstairs. "So now I'm your damn maid!" She mumbled, not thinking she would be heard.
Jack chuckled. "No you're not! You're my slut! I could hire a damn maid anytime I want! But that will cost you! You're up to 30 now! So you go ahead and keep complaining!"
Debbie's pussy twitched as she ascended the staircase hearing her Master's words. No matter how many times he had done this to her, it never got old or boring. She had no idea what he had planned for her. But she knew that whatever it was she'd be submitting gladly. She saw what she was to wear for the day as she stepped into the master bedroom. He had bought her a black teddy with a giant dark blue ribbon across the chest that held the cups together, with a halter that tied together around her neck. A three inch wide piece of silk cloth came down the middle from between the cups that ran between her legs, where it divided into two silk strings that ran up her back and attached to the backside of the bra. Master had left the tag laying next to the teddy to tease her. It read, "Unwrap Me Teddy". Debbie began to tremble with excitement as she undressed and then put the teddy on. She couldn't wait to be unwrapped by Master and used for his pleasure. Standing at the base of the bed on the floor was a pair of black leather platforms with 4" spiked heels.
Debbie checked her make-up in the master bath before heading back downstairs. The image she saw in the mirror both excited and embarrassed her. Her tits spilled out the sides of the cups, with the silk piece down the center barely covering her pussy. Then she realized that 24 hours from now she'd be singing in the choir at church. 'How can I be doing this?' She thought to herself as her hands ran down her sides and then up the front to cup her huge breasts. She never felt more alive then when she was with her Master.
As she made her way downstairs Master heard her coming. The heels could be heard throughout the house. "When you get to the bottom of the stairs, get on your hands and knees and crawl in here to me," Master yelled out.
Debbie's breathing became more of a panting as her excitement level rose. What was it about being humiliated by Master that got her so excited she felt like crawling out of her skin? She got on all fours as instructed and began crawling into the living room. Her head hung in submission as she crawled into the living room.
"Look at me!" Master commanded her. Debbie's head shot up in obedience. "Tell me what you are!"
Debbie groaned. "Oh Master! I'm your slut! I'm your whore! I'm your cunt! I'm here to please you in anyway you want!" She saw the smile on Master's face as she crawled across the carpet. That smile that only made her want to please him all the more. She was reminded again that she belonged to him and she was gladly going to do whatever he expected of her. She crawled up between his legs and then sat back with her hands resting on her thighs, palms up. She was ready to serve him however he wanted.
Master reached out and caressed her face. "You really are a sensuous creature!" His fingers traced the curve of her neck and then over her shoulder blades down to the valley between her breasts. Debbie's body was covered in goosebumps as he played with her. "I have quite the day planned for you. But before I get to that, I suppose we should get your punishment over with." Jack reached down beside his chair and brought up her leather collar and a new leather paddle. Debbie's eyes widened with dread and excitement. "I bought this yesterday when I bought the teddy." Jack fastened the collar around her neck, then attached the leash to the D-ring. He then stood and led her around to the back of the couch.
"So you really didn't want me to do any house cleaning for you?" Debbie asked timidly as Master bent her over the back of the couch.
Jack laughed. "No, you dirty little slut! When I need house cleaning done, I'll call a maid service. But you will be making the bed in the guest room upstairs after I'm done with you here." Jack raised his hand and brought the paddle down on her upturned ass. Debbie yelped with the first stinging smack on her ass. She tried to raise up without thinking. Jack laid his hand on the middle of her back and pushed her back down, and held her. He settled into a steady spanking of her ass as he told her about his plans for her.
Debbie's yelps slowly morphed into grunts with each blow on her reddening ass. "I have been trying to think of a good graduation gift for Jeremy for months." Debbie's head shot up at the mentioning of Jeremy's name. "As the two of us were talking last week he mentioned what a hot piece of ass he thought you were." Jeremy hadn't spoken of her that way. But Jack saw no harm in embellishing their conversation. "So I got to thinking, the boy ought to be given a graduation gift he'll never forget. I mean, it's not everyday a boy graduates from High School."
Debbie couldn't respond if she wanted to. The assault on her ass kept her mind focused on the burning pain emanating from it. "How many is that?" Jack asked. "I lost count."
"Nineteen!" Debbie grunted as the paddle came down again on her ass. "Twenty!"
SMACK! "Twenty-one!"
SMACK "Twenty-two!"
SMACK "Twenty-three!"
SMACK "Twenty-four!"
SMACK "Twenty-five!"
Jack raised his hand again, but stopped. "That's enough!" He lifted his slut gently by the hair. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. He wrapped his arms around her. "Are you going to give me attitude when I tell you to do something from now on?"
