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Closing the waffle iron lid, I reached for the plates, hardly noticing as Charli came in. She wore just a shirt, most of the buttons open.
“No,” I said. “I didn’t permit you to wear my clothes. You know what happens when you do things you’re not supposed to.”
She jumped in surprise. Then nodded and bent over the counter. She knew it was coming. Pulling up the back of the shirt, I spanked her hard. My hand made a resounding smack on her sweet ass.
Charli didn’t cry. Didn’t yelp. She just stood there, ass presented, as I struck her. Five times on one cheek and five on the other, each smack bringing up a bright red handprint in her pale skin. She was brave and took her punishment stoically.
“Go put some clothes on—your own clothes.”
She lowered her eyes. “Yes, Master.”
I’d spanked her so hard that she walked funny as she left the kitchen. I felt a pang of guilt about punishing her after the night we’d had, but I consoled myself with the knowledge that she had learned something. The pain wouldn’t be for nothing.
The waffle iron beeped as Charli returned. I unplugged it so that I could give her my full attention. She stood still as I walked around her, examining every inch. She was slouching, so I pulled her into position.
“Better. Hold it there,” I said.
“Yes, Master.”
True to her word, Charli stayed in the position I’d put her in, even as I lifted the back of her skirt and inspected her underwear.
“Silk panties, good girl.”
“Thank you, Master.”
“Bra?” I asked, squeezing her tits hard.
“Yes,” she gasped, still staying in position.
Moving around her again, I ran a hand up her skirt and slipped a finger into the front of her panties. While holding the back of her neck with my free hand, I slipped two fingers into her pussy.
“How are you feeling?”
“A little sensitive, but okay. Thank you for last night, Master.”
“You’re welcome, my pet.”
After washing my hands, I served up the waffles with all the trimmings, and we sat down to breakfast. My sweet Charli minded her posture the entire time. She was doing better, though not perfect. I noticed several errors with the utensils.
It was a small thing in terms of her current job but a big thing if she wanted to move on. Some people in my circle would notice such things, and she would be immediately found out and shunned. I wouldn’t have that, and it needed to be corrected.
“Sit,” I said, when she got up to do the dishes.
She dropped back down like a rock as I gathered the plates and utensils for the dishwasher.
“Stay here until I get back.”
“Yes, Master.”
I wouldn’t have to spank her for disobedience, which was a relief. My sweet girl hadn’t moved an inch when I returned.
“Do you know what you did?” I asked, sitting down next to her.
“No, Master.”
“You used the wrong utensil. There is a very particular order that needs to be followed if you want to fit in with certain circles.”
Her brow wrinkled.
“Okay.”
I placed clean versions of the cutlery back down on the placemat in order, explaining what each was as I went.
“Understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Did you make a mistake?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Do I have to spank you?”
“Yes, Master?”
There was a tinge of hope in her voice.
“No.”
She gasped, and her lips parted. I could understand her surprise and disappointment. The rules were clear, but she had misunderstood them.
“It was a mistake but not an infraction. I can’t punish you for something you didn’t know. Now you know, so if you do it again, you will be punished. This time, it is a learning experience.”
Charli was so relieved she burst into tears. I didn’t think she minded the spanking, but sometimes the anticipation was worse than the actual fact. Taking her in a warm embrace, I held her until she calmed down.
“You okay, Pet?”
“Yes, Master,” she said, drying her eyes. “I don’t want to disappoint you.”
“You won’t, my sweet, sweet pet. I have a challenging day planned for you. Let’s go outside.”
She dried her eyes and stood.
I was determined to train Charli in every aspect she would need. Including attire such as high heels. She had to get steadier on them and, besides strengthening her legs, there was only one way I could think to do that.
“Is that a tightrope?” she asked, looking unsure when she saw what I had set up outside.
“Yep,” I said and nodded. “Take off your sneakers. You’re going to learn how to balance.”
Obeying, Charli took off her sneakers and socks, leaving her barefoot. I’d tied a rope between two trees at the back of the house. It wasn’t too high, only about three feet off the ground.
I wrapped my hands around her waist and lifted her up. Keeping one hand holding hers, I placed my other hand on her hip to keep her from falling.
