Dominique (13 page)

     
“Yes, Sir.
 
Sorry, Sir.”
 
By now I was on autopilot.

     
“Better,” he said, taking his glass.
 
“Now, relax and enjoy your drink.”

     
“Thank you, Sir.”
 
I sat back on my heels and placed the tray beside me.
 
Pulling my robe together and holding it, I picked up my glass and sipped at the strong vodka.
 
Andrew told me Paul might be dropping in, but I wasn’t expecting this.
 
What’s going on?
 
Is Paul allowed to treat me like this?
 
Or ... or ... gosh what IS he allowed to do to me?

     
“Are you alright Dominique?”

     
“Yes Sir,” I said, unconvincingly.
 
“I-I’ve just been busy doing um, housework this evening and I’m a little tired.”
 
I blushed as Paul’s gaze intensified.
 
He knew I lied straight away.

     
“Don’t lie to me,” he said evenly.
 
“What have you been doing?
 
I see you dressed in a robe with clearly nothing underneath.
 
Why are you so nervous?
 
Is there someone else here?”

     
I was completely taken aback.
 
I thought he was going to accuse me of masturbating, not cheating on my Master.
 
God!
 
“Anyone else!
 
Sir, there is no way I would-”

     
“Answer me!”

     
“I-I’m alone, Sir.
 
I-I promise.
 
I was um, masturbating when you arrived.
 
That’s why I’m not properly dressed.”
 
I burnt with shame at my admission.
 
What possessed me to confess to him?
 
He wasn’t my Master!
 
Gathering some composure, I kneeled up straight and pushed my shoulders back, trying desperately to keep control.
 
“Sir, I am very pleased you looked in on me, and as you can see I am perfectly fine on my own.
 
But thank you for dropping by.”

     
“Are you trying to get rid of me, Dominique?”

     
“Um, no, Sir.
 
I just meant if you were busy or if you had somewhere else ...”

     
As I was talking, I looked up and saw my words were
not
having their desired effect.
 
His
chiselled
features seemed to harden further as I spoke, and my words died a lonely death.
 
It was silent for a long moment before Paul spoke again.
 
“Do you expect me to report ‘all is well’ when you have greeted me at the door half dressed, chose to offer me a drink in a manner unbecoming, and you lied and became evasive when questioned?” I gasped, my hand covering my mouth.
 
Now I was
really
ashamed.
 
God, Andrew will be so annoyed.
 
“Stop hesitating!”

     
“N-No, Sir.
 
I wouldn’t expect a good report, Sir.”
 
More silence.

     
“Well, Dominique, I propose we ensure that you are properly disciplined right now, to ensure some continuity for you while Andrew is out of town.”
 
I gulped.
 
He didn’t mean ... “Where is your paddle, Dominique?”

     
“Um, p-paddle Sir?” I blurted.
 
“You don’t actually intend to paddle me without Andrew being present, do you?
 
I mean ... I don’t know if ...”

     
“Dominique.”

     
“Y-Yes, Sir?”

     
“If Andrew was present, I doubt it would be me paddling you.
 
When I said Andrew called me to look in on you, I assure you he also gave me very clear instructions as to how to deal with.
 
He has given me free rein, Dominique,
completely
free rein.
 
Perhaps you would like to call him and question him yourself?” he asked, arching an eyebrow.

     
I knew Paul was one of Andrew’s best friends and I’d been warned he was coming over and that I was to do as I was told.
 
Andrew would be angry if I called, wouldn’t he?
 
I had to trust Paul, didn’t I?
 
Besides, if I was good, maybe I could defuse the situation.
 
Holding my shaking hands still, I smiled as sweetly as I could and said, “Sir, I am very sorry for doubting you.
 
I promise I will not question you or hesitate again, if it is my Master’s wish.”

     
“Very good Dominique, I am pleased to hear that.
 
Now where is that fucking paddle?”

     
“It’s time to broaden Dominique’s horizons,” I said down the line.

     
“Like we discussed,” Paul responded.

     
“Yeah.
 
I’m over on the west coast for two more days.
 
You can let her know I’ll be coming home early and tell her to pack our bags for Dean’s.
 
She’s heard of the place.”

     
“Man, you don’t muck around.
 
Okay, I’ll visit her tomorrow night.
 
Call me if you have second thoughts, okay?”

     
“You know me, Paul.
 
I’ve made my decision.”

     
“I hope this goes how you planned.”

     
“I’m about ninety percent sure it will.”

     
“Let’s go over my part again.”

Woodenly I got up and walked over to the sideboard and opened it.
 
I couldn’t believe it when I took out the paddle and stared at it in my hands.
 
No one but Andrew had ever paddled me, or spanked me, or anything!
 
How would I react?
 
All I knew was that I didn’t want to displease my Master.
 
But I hoped my Master wasn’t testing me.
 
What if he knew how I reacted?
 
Would he be pleased?

     
I looked at Paul and wondered what it would be like, to be punished by him.
 
He beckoned to me and smiled that boyish smile of his.
 
Until that moment I hadn’t
realised
there were tears flowing down my cheeks.
 
Quickly brushing them away with the back of my hand, I trudged back over to Paul.
 
I was so confused.
 
Am I thinking too much?
 
Or not enough?

     
Kneeling before him, I offered him the paddle.
 
I was starting to feel woozy.
 
Maybe it was the alcohol, but I knew better.
 
Lately I’ve enjoyed being punished.
 
Not the actual punishment itself, but the adrenaline release afterwards, the high and the thought that everything was perfect again ... Even the anticipation, the nerves and the idea that I am about to be released from guilt, that I’ll be his good girl again ... God, I hated disappointing Andrew ... But oh, I just swooned with pleasure even
as
he corrected me ... And it was never
that
bad.
 
But what would
this
be like?
 
My blush was racing up my neck and coursing across my cheeks.

     
“I want you to know I’m doing this for your own good.
 
Now, come around the back of the couch here and lean over it,” he said, climbing to his feet.

     
Oh my God, he’s going to see everything!
 
I felt like I was on a runaway train and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
 
My ass had already started tingling and he hadn’t even touched me!
 
Where will this end?
 
What if he tries to fuck me?
 
I don’t think I could stop him!
 
Should I be?
 
Maybe I should have called Andrew when I had the chance.
 
It’s not fair!
 
OH MY GOD!

     
At that moment Paul lifted my robe and exposed my behind.
 
A stinging slap zinged through my ass and brought every thought to a standstill.
 
My feet were locked together and I was bent right over, whimpering.

     
“Spread your legs, you stupid slut.
 
That’s not how naughty girls get spanked.”
 
Oh my god oh my god ... He shouldn’t be here what am I doing it’s not fair I mustn’t let my Master down no please don’t touch me there it’s not fair ...
“Stop thinking and listen to my voice.
 
Nothing else matters.”

     
It was almost impossible.
 
His fingers were brushing over my ass as I spread my legs!
 
“Y-Yes.
 
S-Sorry, Sir.
 
I-I’m listening.”

     
“Andrew and I have been friends for a long time.
 
I know what he expects.”

     
“But-”

     
“Shut up and listen!” I bit my lip.
 
“I like you, Dominique.
 
And I want to be able to tell Andrew you were a good girl.
 
Do you understand?” I nodded vigorously.
 
It’s not a good idea to argue with a man with a paddle in his hand.
 
“Every time you argue, we do this over.
 
Now, how many, Dominique?”

     
I was dumbstruck.
 
I wasn’t usually asked.
 
Andrew usually started at ten, depending ... “T-Ten, Sir?”

     
“Very well, I would have thought five but you should know how many you deserve better than I.
 
Brace yourself.”

     
“Oh!”

     
“I want it straight in my mind,” Paul said.

     
“I can understand that.
 
Basically I want to deepen her understanding of the freedom/servitude dichotomy ...”

     
“Whoa!
 
Wait a minute.
 
The
what?”

     
“Sorry, dude.
 
I’ve been thinking a lot about this.”

     
“It shows!”

     
“I just mean the growing feeling of freedom one has, the deeper and closer they get to their Master.”

     
“The trust thing.
 
Okay, I understand.”

     
“Yeah.
 
I want you to shake her up a bit.
 
Well, a lot really.
 
She knows to expect you, but I haven’t told her when.
 
I’d suggest between nine and ten.
 
Being a weeknight she’d be tired and would probably be masturbating before sleep.
 
I want you to check in on her and let nature take its course.
 
She
will
submit, Paul.
 
I’m sure of it.”

     
“It will certainly be a pleasure.
 
How do you want her to feel afterward?”

     
“At first, confused, ashamed, fearful of my reaction.
 
Later you can tell her I said anything was ok, and you can let her call me to confirm, but I doubt she will.
 
Her mind should be doing cartwheels by the time you are done with her.”

     
“And then what?”