In Which an Elven Servant Suffers a Succubus to Live in Her Home
Chapter 22
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He's cooking again. I realize it's because Miss Clara is here and he's trying to charm her (though she seemed sufficiently charmed as of last night), but I do hope he doesn't make this a habit. Again, it's his kitchen, and far be it from me to try to put a human man in his place, but this threatens to get silly if he doesn't let me do my elfly duties.
He does make good waffles, though. So I'll let it go this time. There are other things to discuss.
"Master," I finally say, clearing my throat, "I have something to confess."
I hear a piece of silverware hit a plate, and can practically feel Lucy's eyes dart towards me.
"Oh?" he asks, in between bites.
"Last night, while you were with Miss Clara, I..." I being, looking for the best way to phrase it.
"I think what she's saying is that she really enjoyed seeing it and nothing els-" Lucy jumps in, nearly through her teeth, but for once I interrupt her.
"I touched myself!" I blurt out, to silence.
"Lorelei," Lucy feigns shock, "What kind of filthy elf would-"
"And Lucy too! She grabbed my hand and made me, but I didn't resist," I practically shout, "I'm sorry!"
There. It's out there. I did it.
"Thank you for your honesty, Lorelei, I appreciate it," he says, giving my head a pat.
"You're... not mad?" I bite my lip.
"No," he smiles, "I was already aware, anyways."
I breathe a sigh of relief, "I was worried that I'd be in trouble."
"Oh, you are," he says, far too casually, "The both of you. I'm just not mad, but that doesn't mean you don't have to be corrected. We'll address that after breakfast."
"You can leave the dishes till later, Lorelei," Master says to me in a firm tone that tells me exactly why, "Come back out here. You too, Lucy."
"Please disrobe," he commands, taking off his belt as I emerge into the dining room.
It gives fairly solid idea of what I'm in for. Lucy is already naked, because of course she is.
My dress hits the floor and I shiver a little. Master has not put my chastity belt back on, and I'm not used to the cool air between my legs.
"Master, if I could make a suggestion," Lucy leans against him from the side, making it a point to smash her boobs into his arm, "Physical discipline is all fine and good, but I think Lorelei could benefit from something a little more memorable and abstract."
Master turns his head to look at her. It isn't a look of dismissal, but it doesn't scream 'Please Lucy, tell me, I value your input', either.
"You could have her do something with the elf boy," Lucy says, ever so smugly, like it just occurred to her, "I know you wouldn't want to put her pussy up for grabs or anything, seeing as you haven't broken it in, yourself. But making her perform a quick blowjob on the boy could give her perspective and remind her how lucky she is to serve you, you know?"
"Lucy," I force out through my teeth, trying not to scream at her, "Master knows what he's doing, he doesn't need your advice on anything. If he wants to use corporal punishment, that's his prerogative."
"Why is doing that a punishment?" Piper says, raising his hand like he's in school.
"Hush, honey, we're talking," Clara dismisses the boy, walking over to join Master and Lucy, "I think I'd just as soon keep his little member where it is. Sorry, Lucy."
"I think I'll stick with the belt, thank you, Lucy," he assures her, and I relax a surprising amount for someone who's about to get spanked, "It's just a minor infraction, and a rare one, and needs just some regular encouragement."
"Lorelei, palms on the table, bend over. Present to me," he says, authoritatively, in my direction.
My heart pounds. 'Present to me', he says. Just like that, like it's not a charged statement that makes my pussy ache. I do as he says, palms flat on the dining room table, head down and cheek against the surface, my ass pointed up in the air, my most sensitive areas exposed to whatever he wills.
"I'll give you a choice in this, Lorelei," he folds his belt in half, "Since you're usually so well behaved. We'll say... either ten strikes against your rear, or five between the legs?"
"I would prefer them to be-" I begin, but am cut off.
"Between the legs, you say?" Miss Clara jumps in, clearly very curious, "That sounds downright brutal."
"Oh, it's not all that bad, I'd be fair, what kind of savage do you think I am?" Master asks her.
"After last night, you want an answer to that question?" she giggles, "I admit, though, I'm intrigued. I'd kinda like to see that."
Master shrugs, "Sorry Lorelei, it sounds like your decision has been made for you."
'Exposed' doesn't quite cover the feeling of having my ass and pussy on display like this, ready to be struck. He makes me wait before he starts. Because of course he does. I can hear Master and Miss Clara whispering a little. Obviously, Lucy is watching me intently. She's awful smug for someone who's going to get punished, too.
