Taught to Serve (13 page)

“I have had to reconcile all that I saw as a child—my impoverished parents, the wealth and lifestyle of my great-uncle—and come to terms with it all. I live a life of luxury these days, but I know what it is to have very little. My parents may not have provided me with worldly goods, but they did broaden my mind. My uncle built on that to show me how to grow and develop.”

“And now you are sharing it with me?”

“To the best of my abilities. I’m not perfect.”

“Maria—she showed you what it was to be a submissive?”

“Not me. They were discreet. But when I went back to visit her once after Anton had died, she showed me his collection. His toys, implements, and things. Other things too, like his private library of books. By then I had entered into my own version, and she and I were quite comfortable talking about it.”

“And?”

“She gave them to me. All the things I have lovingly spanked your bottom with belong to Anton. She had no need of them, and so I brought them here.”

Rob opened a passage in Anton’s journal. “Let me read this to you.

“Maria came to me today, troubled. Weeping and distressed. I asked her why she was so emotional. She confessed she could not do anything right for me. If I asked for black, she came with white. If I said this way, she went the other way. None of it was deliberate, we both knew that, it was simply that she could not provide what I requested. Wiping her tears away, I pointed out that I was not distressed or upset by her actions. From my perspective, she was trying very hard to do as I asked, and it was not her fault things conspired against her.”

“I settled her across my lap, and she asked for me to set her right in her head. I did so with many things which she considered her most favoured. She had no difficulty in fetching and bringing these things. We spent some time with each until she began to slip apart, and then I held her steady in my embrace. While she lay naked across the chaise longue so I could adore her flesh and admire her many marks, I reassured her she was everything to me and that as long as she kept trying, it did not matter if things were not perfect. If we stumbled backwards occasionally, then we would find a way to stride forwards again.”

“I took my time to reach her, moving slowly and carefully. Divesting myself of impediments—my clothes and inner thoughts—I entered her, and she greeted me with a smile of delight. This to me reaffirmed everything, and she gave me such pleasure that night. Tomorrow will be a better day for her. For us.”

Rob closed the journal and returned it to the table. For a few minutes, he and Casey were content to hold hands and feel a pulse cross between their fingers. It merged into one, and he signalled to her. Like Rob’s uncle and lover, Rob spent some time reaffirming what Casey meant to him. By the time he had finished, Casey too lay naked on the sofa with her own set of marks, and she did not have to wait long for him to join her.

Since Rob had revealed his past life, his relationship with Casey entered a new stage. No longer sequestered in his house, they went out with increasing frequency to restaurants, the cinema, and the theatre. They explored the nearby countryside in hiking boots and rucksacks, had picnics in ruined castles, and took strolls hand in hand in the local parks. They even came upon the park bench where they had first met and took the opportunity to sit there again. This time, they sat close to each other and joked about her former predicament of being made unemployed.

It set a train of thoughts going in Rob’s head. A future was being painted in his mind, and he knew one important issue had to be resolved. The conversation began innocuously after a meal. He invited her to sit in a chair next to him in the sitting room. She seemed to sense something in the air and appeared pensive.

“When was the last time I spanked you?” he asked. “By that, I mean, when did I last discipline you?”

Casey thought hard. “Oh gosh, some three weeks ago. It was mild compared with previous misadventures.”

“Yes.” Rob recollected she had forgot to send a parcel. She had rectified the error the next day after he had taken her over his lap and administered a brisk spanking. Such moments had become increasingly infrequent. For the most part, Casey maintained a good level of focus, and the days of her inattentiveness were long gone.

“I want to take you out soon and celebrate the first time, our anniversary,” he said.

“The first kiss?” she asked, bemused.

“No, my sweet, the first spanking.”

“Oh, was it a year ago?”

“We’re moving on, Casey,” said Rob carefully. “You have changed, improved, and become a very effective administrator.”

Casey visibly beamed at his words.

“However,” he tempered, “I don’t wish you to be my personal assistant any longer.”

Her basking glow was extinguished and replaced by the pale colour of alarm. “Don’t want me anymore!”

“Relax, I don’t want you to be confused about your role in my life. You are my girl, my lover and companion. I don’t want to employ you.”

“How will you manage?” she asked. “I mean, if not me, who will help you?”

“I’m sure I will manage,” he reassured. “You will be here, you can help with the occasional task, but I’m ending our employment contract.” He emphasised the last two words.

“Just that?”

“Of course,” he said with a smile. “Why would you think otherwise?”

“So the other agreement, our other contract, remains?”

“Most definitely. You do wish that?” he asked.

Casey nodded vigorously. “What will I do?” she said, flustered.

“You should seek a new job,” said Rob, leaning back in his chair. “You’re a social creature, and being cooped up within these walls is not good for you. Since you have been my assistant, your administrative skills have improved, you stay focused, are courteous, well-prepared, and polished in your attitude.”

Casey glowed again at his accolades. “What job though? Not retail,” she said hastily.

“No,” laughed Rob. “Perhaps you could work in the back office of a large department store. You know the front of shop trade. Take responsibilities. Manage people, or work in procurement.”

He could see her mind racing with possibilities, and her eyes darted about the room as she visualised them.

“Yes, I could, couldn’t I?” It was a rhetorical question; they both knew her capabilities had vastly improved over the last year. “Will you still spank me?”

“Come here,” he summoned her over to sit on his lap. “Not as your employer. During the day you won’t be here, will you? However, I think that now and again you will probably make some minor error, and then I would probably take you over my knee. Just to remind you.”

She rested her head on his shoulder and snuggled against him. “In the bedroom?”

“I see no reason why anything should change in the bedroom,” he said and felt her sink deep against him.

* * *

It did not take long for Casey to find suitable vacancies. She targeted various jobs and found herself with two interviews in quick succession. One was for a job she truly wished to be offered. The telephone call arrived the morning after her interviews, and she bounded into Rob’s study gleefully.

“I got the job!” she announced.

“Which one?” he asked, putting down his pen.

“The legal firm, the general office manager.” Casey could not believe her luck. Her connection to Rob’s professional expertise had paid off; they had been impressed with her legal knowledge and even suggested they would sponsor her to become a paralegal.

His words of congratulations were quickly turned into smothering kisses of delight. “I want you,” he murmured into her ear as his hands roved over her body.

“Please,” she said in answer.

“Go up and wait for me,” he said, patting her bottom.

She waited in her customary place, knelt naked by the bed. Though it was daytime, she felt it was appropriate and needed. She so much wanted to show Rob her appreciation, to reward his efforts in taking her on as his assistant and teaching her so many wonderful lessons.

Opposite her was a chest of drawers, its contents well known to her. It was where he kept his favoured toys. Not the discipline ones that he stored in his study but the sensually divine ones he used on her in the passion of lovemaking. She hoped he would open one of those drawers.

His footsteps could be heard creaking up the wooden staircase. She kept her eyes off the door as he swung it open. She dare not look at him, fearful she would swoon for him and lose her composure. Patiently, she waited as he had taught her over the preceding months. His jacket was hung up, his socks removed, and his shirt tossed in the dirty laundry basket. Then he moved to the drawers, and pausing, he tapped a finger on the top of the chest. Her heart thumped in time to his beats. He was considering his actions.

He chose a flogger, a favourite one made from the softest of suede. Her insides twirled into a knot of excitement.

“Two pillows.” He pointed at the bed, and Casey positioned two pillows on top of each other in the middle.

“Over,” he said next, and she complied, lying over the pillow with her bottom raised high and slightly bent. She had the audacity to spread her legs slightly, allowing him to see her. He chuckled but did not complain.

“I’m going to flog your tender hind,” he said softly, swinging the flogger about in the air, creating a breeze above her body. “You can come when you want. I will flog you until you come.”

A thousand butterflies were released in her body. They zipped about, and she pulsated with their movements. He had never instructed her to come before. She normally asked him when she was ready, and he generally gave her permission without hindrance.

It took no more than twenty strokes of his flogger for her to cry out and writhe about. As he lashed down on her bottom, she lost control, and her orgasm was strong. Rob chortled in delight, and she relished him witnessing her uninhibited pleasure.

“That one was for you,” he said, beginning to remove his clothes. “The next are for me. For me, Casey.”

“Yes!” she squealed in delight as she felt him move behind her.

She had been educated by him. Taught how to please him. When to move and when to lie perfectly still. Positions she had not known she could put her body in had been accomplished, and the art of controlling her orgasm was nearing completion.

There was the powerlessness of being taken and used. Dreams and fantasies that had once frequented Casey’s mind were regularly acted out with care and control. She had the ability to end it all if she chose, and although she had occasionally struggled and had to dig down deep within to remain obedient, she generally enjoyed his toys and implements. Little sensual things, like nipple clamps, which had driven her wild and wet, had caused Rob’s cock to swell. There had been moments when masterful words had seeped into her ears as he brandished his vocal chords. He had known when to cajole her into something she found humiliating and when to praise her for trying hard with her burgeoning sexual skills. Conditioned to respond to his voice, especially to certain tones, she now complied without hesitation to his instructions.

When the playtime was complete, they ended in the fashion they both had come to adore—simple lovemaking with no embellishments. There were no blindfolds and no spanking or denying her orgasms. Instead, they explored each other in a subdued state of erotic hedonism. Casey loved to rise up and down on him, impaling herself on his cock and beholding the sight of Rob’s ecstatic face. Casey’s resolve was nearly destroyed by his actions that night, and yet she managed to surrender to him with no fear or anxiety about her future.

* * *

The next day she signed a new contract with a new employer and began the next stage of her life. Little did her new employer know what she did at night and on the weekends. Why, on certain days, she sat gingerly at her new desk and smiled covertly, or how, on the odd weekday, Rob would sent her a text message with a certain instruction, which she immediately carried out. That her flushed features were not necessarily due to the heat of the office but due to her being sent to the restroom to finish another task she had been allotted by her previous employer. Rob never let go of Casey completely. The contract for her role as personal assistant may have been rescinded, but the one as his loyal lover and submissive remained wholly intact and immovable—until one bitter day.

A new job meant a different routine for the day. At breakfast Casey made a packed lunch and ensured there was food set aside for Rob’s lunch. Next, there was the commute to the neighbouring town, which varied in length according to the traffic but was generally easy. Work initially had been a joy, but then as she moved out of her probationary period, it grew demanding. Her confidence had taken a knock as she found that juggling multiple tasks, ensuring all the solicitors and clients were happy, and familiarising herself with the special legal jargon used by the partnership required an enormous amount of concentration.

Fretting over evening meals, Casey was grateful for Rob’s reassuring comments and advice. However, she did not have him by her side. She had to manage on her own. His training had proved invaluable though. She concentrated on preparation, learning about her colleagues’ requirements and being polite to those about her. Her administration skills were complimented and generally found approval. Her legal knowledge was sufficient and growing in breadth. All seemed well, even though she occasionally slipped down the slope of self-doubt and anxieties.

The day ended with a drive home along various roads in her Mini. The archaic automobile continued to judder and rattle, yet Casey loved her little car. Its interior was battered and tarnished, the gearbox needed lubricating, and the clutch slipped occasionally, but she would not part with it. The radio was tuned to her favourite station, and with a warm glow in her heart after a particular productive day’s work, Casey had a thought pass through her head that some almighty bubble was about to burst in her life.