“Yes, Master. And thank you again.” In truth, Kat had to admit that she had no idea how Meg would react either. She hoped her Master was wrong, but she secretly feared that he was right. Still, he had given her permission to find out.
When she returned to the dining room, Paul handed Kat the flutes. Picking up the ice bucket himself, he said, “Now get that cute ass of yours back to the bedroom, slave. I’m going to see just how well your anal training really went,” and he winked at her.
“Yes, Master,” said Kat, grinning. As she walked in front of him, she wiggled her ass just a little bit more than normal.
Upon reaching the bedroom, Paul sat and ordered Kat across his knees. He spanked her long and sharp. “I love getting an ass red and hot before f*****g it,” he declared. “It feels grea
