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"That's not uncommon. Often a fantasy we wouldn't dream of doing with one person, we find ourselves craving to do with another. Unfortunately I don't have a cane with me, but I think there's something else I can use. Are you able to let go of me now? I'm going to lose circulation in my arm."
"Sorry, and I just realized for those few minutes I didn't imagine the ship sinking."
"Excellent. I'll be back in a minute, but when I return I expect to find you naked and kneeling in front of the couch with your hands locked behind your neck."
"Yes, Sir."
"Excellent. You're in the mindset already."
"I don't think it ever goes away," she said thoughtfully. "I'm always thinking about bondage and spanking."
"Excellent point."
Heading into his closet he sought out his long, thin shoe horn. She'd offered quite the reaction when he'd swished it against her bottom after he'd discovered her in his closet. Confident it would be more than adequate he strode back into the living room, smiling with approval as he entered. The naked young woman had her hair tucked behind her ears, her hands were locked at the back of her neck, and she looked appropriately demure.
"Isn't that what you hit me with when you found me hiding behind your trousers?"
"Indeed it is," he said, sitting in front of her. "You must understand it is a privilege to worship my cock. As my submissive you—"
"Am I your submissive?" she interrupted excitedly. "You consider me your submissive?"
His instinct more than desire flicked the rod smartly against her naked backside.
"Ow, ow, ow," she protested, dropping her hands to rub away the sharp pain. "Ooh, it hurts. Why?"
"Return your hands to your neck and stop that noise immediately. It's rude to interrupt, especially when I'm giving instructions."
"Sorry, Sir. I'll never interrupt you again," she promised, quickly assuming the position. "Not ever."
"As long as I'm training you, I consider you my submissive, now back to the lesson. To worship my cock is a privilege and you must ask permission."
"Please, Sir, may I worship your cock?"
"You may, but if you soil my clothing you'll be punished."
"Yes, Sir. Do I unzip you?"
"I will always instruct you, and because this is your first time I don't expect you to swallow—unless you want to. Do you?"
"I do, Sir, but I want to do it correctly."
"Correctly means you don't spill a drop. Are you sure this is what you want?"
"Yes, Sir."
Unzipping his fly and withdrawing his rigid manhood, he placed his hand behind her head and gripped her hair.
"Come closer. I'll use your hair to guide you. When the cane hits your bottom you're to go faster or show greater eagerness. If you don't the second strike will be harder. Any questions?"
"No, Sir."
She was going to ask if she could start, but thought it better to sit quietly and wait for his direction.
"Good. You didn't presume to begin. That's the first time you've understood your place. You'll be rewarded for that."
Feeling an unexpected sense of pride, she opened her mouth as he pushed her head down, keeping her attention at the tip, then slowly taking in more of his rigid manhood.
"Tighten your lips around me and suck."
