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"I'll need you to stand straighter than that, Ms K."
His words were always calm, always gentle.
But firm. Decisive.
And that's why I obeyed.
All my friends, family, would describe me as independent and strong-willed. But with him I didn't have to be. With him, I didn't need to make any decisions at all.
And so, here I was. Wrists tied behind my back with purple velvet ribbon. Naked, and holding three ice cubes in my pussy, as he required of me. There were four at first, but one had already dropped out within the first minute. Sir was sympathetic to my difficulty with the task, but the sharp rap of his ruler across my buttocks made it clear that he was dissatisfied.
I sucked in a gasp of air and concentrated hard at standing still, closing my eyes through the pain of the ice.
But its cold-burn soon became too much. "Please, Sir, may I take them out now?" I grimaced, trying hard to not displease him.
He walked over to me, almost too slowly to bear. He took my face in his hands, and kissed me on the mouth, so lovingly.
"Oh, Miss K. You've tried so hard for me, haven't you? We've got so much more work to do. But you can let them go now..."
His hand was so comfortably warm as he cupped it against my crotch - a relief from the freeze of the remaining pebbles of ice that caused cold trickles down the inside of both my thighs. I relaxed as his warm finger found its way gently inside me, levering them out.
"Three minutes, forty-two seconds," he said. He was always so careful and exact with his language. Honestly, it was annoying. But it did help me satisfy his instructions so precisely.
"You probably don't realise, but that's a new record. You did lose one early, and that needs improvement. But overall, I'm very pleased with you."
As he walked around me, one hand on my shoulder, I breathed a sigh of relief and made a step towards the edge of the bed so I could sit down.
"Uh-uh-uh..." His hand gripped my shoulder more firmly and I stopped in my tracks. "I didn't say you could move yet. I only said that you could let go of the ice."
I stood still and straight, looking at the wall opposite on the other side of the bed. Sir went quiet and moved behind me.
Smack.
There it was - another sharp sting from his ruler against the round flesh of my ass.
It hurt, and I whimpered, but I knew he wanted me to not move. His other hand caressed my back and then my neck, and I felt him breathing warmly behind me and kissing me behind one ear.
"I can see that you are trying so hard, Miss K., and that's what makes me most happy with you. As I told you - I don't want you to think of the ruler slaps on your gorgeous bottom as punishment. I want you to think of them as corrections - they're there to help you learn what you need to do to make me pleased with you. OK. You can go and sit down now."
I moved slowly to the bed and sat down, looking up at him to await his next instructions. He was fully clothed, of course - not a business suit, but neat business-causal, the sleeves of his blue-striped shirt rolled up just below his elbows, which he crossed as he looked out the window.
There was a certain tempered exhilaration to being with him all dressed while I was completely exposed and bound. A constant, quiet reminder that I was his.
At last he turned back and sat beside me on the bed, gently folding the hair away from my face. "It's also fair that you are rewarded," he said, untying the velvet cord from my wrists. "...to show you how much I appreciate your efforts, and to remind you how very important you are to me. This afternoon's reward shall take the form of physical pleasure."
He stood up again and started unbuttoning his shirt.
"You can lie on your back for now, Miss K. I'd like to look at your lovely face for a while."~
