Tales of Debauchery and Lust

First Day Back

“Hurry up and eat your breakfast, you don’t want to be late for the bus on the first day,” Elaine chirped at her two children while she busied herself cleaning up the pans she’d used to cook the bacon and eggs.

“I’m going to take this order to go,” her husband, Kyle, said with a smile and a kiss on her cheek. He ruffled his son’s hair good naturedly, and kissed the top of his daughter’s head. “You two have fun at school today! Now, I have to start on my long commute to the office!” he chuckled as he grabbed his plate and a cup of coffee and shuffled down the hallway. Elaine rolled her eyes at his back while the kids groaned at the all too familiar joke. When Kyle had started working from home, it had been an amusing comment, but now, three years later, it had gotten stale since he said it every morning.

Checking her watch, Elaine shuffled the children out the door. “Stay close to your brother, Natalie. And Jake, watch out for her, ok?” It was the first year that her youngest, Natalie, was able to ride the bus to school. Although Elaine was grateful to no longer need to worry about the long line of cars at pick-up and drop-off times, she still felt a little pang of worry about her shy little girl navigating the wide world by herself. Taking a calming breath and forcing a cheerful smile on her face, she bent down to give her son and daughter a hug goodbye. “Have a great day! I love you both!”

“Love you, mom!” her kids sang out and skipped down the sidewalk towards the bus stop.

Elaine watched them go for a few minutes before closing the door with a small sigh. She quickly cleaned the kitchen before heading upstairs to get ready for the day. She checked her phone and frowned seeing no text from her boss telling her what to wear. Biting her lip, she headed to her bathroom and did her hair and make-up. Once she was satisfied, she checked her phone again. Still no message.

She stripped out of her pajamas and went to her closet to look at the options in front of her. She could go with the traditional secretary outfit of a grey pencil skirt and a white button-down blouse. Maybe wear a black bra and a garter belt under it for a touch of trashy. It was the first day back after the summer holidays, after all. Would her boss want that naughty little sight of being able to see her bra through her shirt?

Racked with indecision, she decided to text her boss. He was a busy man, and maybe it had just slipped his mind.

You haven't told me what you want me to wear today.

His response was almost immediate: Nothing.

A shiver of thrill ran down her spine and she felt moisture pool between her legs at the thought of spending the entire day naked. She went back to the bathroom to double check that her hair and make-up were perfect.

“Elaine!” At her husband’s sharp command, she scurried from the bathroom into his office, sinking gracefully to her knees on the soft carpet. Knees spread wide, her back arched slightly, fingers laced behind her neck, causing her firm breasts to thrust out, her face composed, with her eyes cast down, she waited silently while his fingers danced across his keyboard composing an email. He stopped, read what he’d written, making a few minor changes here and there, before finally clicking send and turned his chair around to face her offered nudity.

Her belly quivered with barely controlled excitement as his eyes consumed every inch of her bare flesh. Gone was the doting husband and loving father who told the same corny jokes every day. The man now staring at her with his cold eyes was a domineering force, implacable, and demanded absolute perfection. Elaine could hear the faint ticking of the clock counting down while she held her pose, wondering what he was waiting for.

“Do you care to explain yourself?” his deep voice was low, dangerously calm, but held a warning that had her brain scrambling fruitlessly to try to remember what she may have done wrong.

“I… I… I don’t know what you mean, sir,” she mumbled out.

He held his phone out to her so she could read the text she had sent only minutes before. You haven’t told me what to wear today. Her pretty face went pale as she realized, too late, her error. “I’m so sorry, sir!” she exclaimed. Maybe he would take pity on her being that it was the first day back after the long school holidays and she was out of practice. “I meant no disrespect. It won’t happen again, sir!”

“How many times do you need the same lesson?” he asked coldly. “How are you to address me at all times?”

“I am to call you sir, sir,” she answered quickly.

“Or…” he prompted, his hard gaze boring into her.

She swallowed hard. It wasn’t her favorite term to call him, and she almost always stuck with sir, but she knew that because of her slip up, he would insist. “Master,” she whispered.

“Perhaps as part of your punishment, you will call me master for the rest of the day,” he mused to himself, a cruel grin spreading across his handsome face. He knew her misgivings about calling him master, and the idea of forcing her to do just that for the entire day appealed to him. “Yes, sub, I think it’s a splendid idea. You will call me master for the rest of the day.”

She swallowed the angry retort she wanted to say, instead murmuring, “Yes… Master.”

“Good,” he smiled at her. “Now, assume the position.”

She gaped at him, stunned that he was adding to her punishment for such a small infraction. His eyes hardened, waiting to see if she would dare try to refuse him. Knowing she would only incur more punishment if she tried, she turned around, pressed her forehead to the floor, her ass high in the air, and once again waited.

She wasn’t left to wait very long. He pulled the flogger out of the drawer in his desk dedicated to their play, and lightly trailed it over the delicate skin of her ass. The tan lines from the bikini she wore when she took the children to the pool and their family visits to the beach highlighted her round cheeks, a white triangle against the brown of her thighs and lower back. A white triangle he’d been fantasizing about covering with red lines for weeks. Her shiver as he continued to tease her with the leather fingers made his c.ock twitch in his pants.

He waited until she’d begun to relax, enjoying the soft tickling pleasure of the leather straps, before he pulled his hand back and, with a quick flick of his wrist, brought the toy down hard across the exposed skin of her right cheek. She gave a muffled yelp as the stinging sensation spread out. “One… Master,” she counted obediently. He brought the flogger down again, this time on her left cheek. “Two, Master.”

Again and again, he whipped her. Painting her buttocks and thighs with red stripes as she counted, becoming breathlessly aroused. After seven strikes, he sat back to admire his work, the shining moisture dripping between her legs assuring him that she was enjoying herself as well. He roughly shoved two fingers deep into her, pumping in and out as she moaned. She wanted to press back into him, take his fingers as deep as possible, but her training won and she was able to hold her position as her o.rgasm grew.

She whimpered pitifully when he removed his fingers, moments before her o.rgasm burst, but the whimper turned into a surprised yelp as the flogger came down once again against her tender bottom. Desperately, she tried to remember how many lashes she had already received, knowing he wouldn’t wait long.

“Well?” he asked, amused. “Have you forgotten where we’re up to? Shall we start over?”

Taking a wild guess, she choked out, “Eight, Master?”

“Was that a question, sub?” he growled.

“I… maybe?” she said quietly before adding a hasty, “Master.”

He chuckled. “You guessed correctly sub,” he informed her before bringing the flogger back down two more times. His c.ock was rock hard by now and he couldn’t wait another moment. Pulling off his pants, he knelt behind her, gripped her hips with his strong hands, and sunk deep into her heat. She let out a sigh of satisfaction, feeling her p.ussy stretch around his huge member. She was so wet that he easily slid in and out of her, setting a slow steady rhythm at first, but quickly building to a fast, brutal pace. He slammed into her, the room filled with the slapping of their flesh and her cries of ecstasy as he took her roughly. Her internal walls clamped around him as she screamed, and he groaned as, with a final thrust, he released his load deep inside her, her p.ussy convulsing as though trying to milk every last drop of c.um from him.

Panting, covered in a sheen of sweat, they stilled, while their heart rates slowed. He pulled out of her and sat in his chair, taking a moment to appreciate the c.um slowly sliding down her thighs. She collected herself and turned to face him again with a smile. She crawled to him on all fours, gently licking and sucking his shaft clean of their combined juices. He could feel himself stirring again, and was tempted to tell her to keep going. He loved the feel of her lips and tongue on him, and there wasn’t a much better sensation in his mind than spurting his hot c.um down her throat, but he was already late for his next meeting. Besides, they had all day to play.