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  Not only that, you must've been able to see how the pain began to flare along the contours of my buttocks. I squirmed from side to side, and I felt your cock twitch appreciatively. But that wasn't good enough, I could try to seduce you, but not in this position, not without at least being allowed to speak.

  Again and again, I opened my voice, only to freeze my vocal chords at the last possible moment.

  "Four,” you announced, and you spanked me again. "Five. Six. Seven."

  Each time your hand came down, I could feel some of my reluctance and defiance melt away. It wasn't fair, but I didn't know how much longer I could hold out. The eighth spanking came down, and this time I yelped. The sound just sort of slipped from my lips.

  "I heard that," you said to me, making it sound so important.

  You rolled me on my side, making me look up into your expression. Amusement and irritation played along your mouth in equal measure. "Becca, what did I tell you?"

  "You told me to be quiet," I said, feeling very small and helpless like this.

  "That's right. I told you to be quiet. Could you do it?"

  "No," I replied, letting my voice drift off. I sounded like a guilty child. Considering the kind of punishment you chose for me, maybe that was appropriate.

  "No, you couldn't," you said, touching your finger to my mouth. With every soft caress, little tingles ran along my cheeks and lips. "That's why I'm going to give you some help," you said.

  For just an instant, I thought you were going to make this easier on me. But then you reached down for my panties, and you moved them the rest of the way, from my knees down to my ankles. Then you peeled them off, and you started to bunch them up into a neat little ball.

  "No! You can't be serious," I started to say, but you actually did it. You stuffed my panties in my mouth, effectively muzzling me.

  Gagged, I tried to say something else. I mumbled and murmured, but you just chuckled, knowing perfectly well that you weren't going to be able to make out a single syllable.

  "This way, you aren't going to make any more mistakes, are you? No, you're not." You came off as so condescending. My fingernails bit down and my palms, but I still couldn't speak.

  Technically, I could have spat the panties from my lips, but doing so would have only gotten me in even more trouble. No, it was better for me to play along and let you punish me however you saw fit.

  "One," you said, bringing your hand down so fast that I could barely register the word you spoke to me.

  The spanking reverberated through my body, sending little ripples of pain all the way from my buttocks to my toes.

  "Two," you announced, lifting your hand back up.

  Two? My eyes widened. You were restarting the count! That wasn't fair!

  This time, I howled out, but I panties kept me from saying anything useful. My eyes definitely misted over, but I wasn't going to cry.

  "Three, four, five, six, seven," you counted out with mechanical precision, making sure every spanking came down hard. By the time we finished, I already knew I wasn't going to be able to sit down.

  Then you paused. I still had a couple of spankings left, but you decided to talk to me further. You reached down, and you gently glided your fingers along my reddened skin. When you touched me, hot pleasure lanced through my body. I couldn't help it, and I immediately tried to push myself off of your lap.

  One hand went to the back of my neck, and you forced me down. At the same time, I could feel your hard-on. It made my mouth go dry.

  "If I want to pet you, then I'm going to pet you," you said to me, stern and considerate at the same time.

  A grimace washed along my face, but I stopped resisting as you stroked me. Within a few seconds, it felt like I was melting right there on your lap. Yes, the buzzing sensation of stinging still lingered in my skin, but this felt really nice. Damn it. I hated how well you knew me.

  "Are you ready to continue?" you asked.

  I would have really, really enjoyed the privilege of getting to respond, but that wasn't on the table.

  You raised your hand again, bringing it down with a sharp slap against my naked bottom. I quivered and shivered, shaking even as I tried to hold out. "Eight, nine," you said, and your hand lingered in the air this time. "ten."

  Just like that, your palm came down with a wicked swing, connecting hard. This time, I nearly jumped off of your lap.

  "Good girl," you said. Simultaneously, you pulled my skirt back down in place. Of course, you didn't take my panties from my mouth. "On your knees."

  Glowering hard down at the floor, I obeyed. I returned to that prostrate position.

  "That was just the first part of your punishment," you told me. "There’s something even better waiting for you in the bedroom."

  Better? Normally, I would've loved the sound of that, but then you stood up over me, and you held out your hand. You allowed me to stand. At least that was a small boon; you could have easily instructed me to crawl.

  Although my buttocks still glowed from the aftereffects of my spanking, I followed after you. You held my hand, and we went right back into the bedroom.

  Right away, I glanced about, looking for something different. In that first moment, I figured there was going to be some kind of sex toy on the bed. Maybe you planned on handcuffing me down while you took me.

  Honestly, that idea sent a little shiver of desire pulsing between my legs.

  "You see this?" As you spoke, you pointed down toward an open drawer. Before, it had held some of my extra socks. Now it was empty.

  Confused, I nodded my head.

  "From now on, this is going to be your punishment drawer."

  Punishment drawer? What the hell did that mean?

  You came back up to me, and you touched your hand to my chin, cupping my face. With your eyes on me, I shrank down again. At moments like this, you could be the most important or powerful man in the world.

  "I'm going to take these now," you said, plucking the panties from my mouth. You put them down into the drawer and then you turned back to me. "In this drawer, we're going to keep several sets of panties for you. These blue ones are going to be your spanking panties from now on. If you ever misbehave, you come back in here and put them on. While you're wearing them, I can spank you any time for any reason. Do you understand?"

  But…but that didn’t sound fair!

  "You understand?"

  My nostrils flared, but I nodded my head down and up. Yes, I understood. Yes, I was going to be a good girl.

  "Perfect. Now I have something else for you."

  A gift? Really?

  I didn't understand, but you released me, walking back over toward your closet. You pushed back some shirts, and then you reached down into the corner. You came back with a small package, neatly wrapped.

  "What, what is it?"

  "A present," you said, your eyes lit with amusement.

  Some part of me kept shouting not to open this, but I took the package from you. Red wrapping paper covered the small box, and I started to tear away at the strips of tape. "I saw this a couple of days ago, and I thought of you. Of course, I didn't know we were going to be playing this kind of game."

  Looking back at you, I was perfectly aware that I could insist we stop. It was late, and I should have been tired, but a thrill coiled down at the bottom of my stomach. Damn it. You understood exactly what it took to seduce me. You knew how to take me and play with me. Even if that meant the humiliation of the spanking, you must have been aware of how I was damp down between my legs.

  Nibbling down on my lower lip, I opened the box. Inside, I found a neatly folded pair of…panties.

  For a moment, I thought about groaning, but then I raised them for examination. In front, they appeared like a pair of bikini briefs. Clearly, they didn't leave a lot to the imagination. Bright red, they seemed like something that might go with a Christmas costume.

  "Check out the other side," you told me, a hint of amusement hiding just beneath the surface
of your words.

  On some level, I knew I shouldn’t really do it, but then I twisted them around, and I found five letters: Slave.

  "Take off your dress and put on your panties," you instructed.

  I hesitated. "Don't make me repeat myself," you said, and I knew that I was going to be punished if I misbehaved again. After all, giving you a blow job may have earned me a few points, but I knew that you were still your angry by my behavior.

  After all, I have been a very bad girl.

  Reminding myself of this fact, I stood there for a few more seconds.

  You came up to me, sidling close. You leaned down and whispered into my ear, "I knew you felt bad about being so late tonight. You made me worry about you, so that tells me you aren't really equipped to have so many rights. When you put these panties on, you will know you belong to me. As long as I make you wear them, you are going to obey every single order I give you. Maybe this way, you won't get yourself in so much trouble."

  "Do I have to?" I whispered, my voice so small.

  Ultimately, I already knew the answer, but I felt compelled to ask nonetheless.

  "Yes, you have to," you said to me, speaking slowly and deliberately. I couldn't take my eyes away from your face, no matter how shy I felt. On some level, I wanted to just peer downward at the ground and hope that the floor would open up to swallow me.

  It didn't.

  "Becca, put them on."

  You held out the panties for me, and I stepped back. For a moment, your gaze darkened, likely because you assumed that I was going to try to argue with you. Not this time. Reaching down, I grabbed the bottom edges of my dress. I pulled it up, peeling it off. Next, I removed my bra.

  Discarding both garments, I let them drift down to the floor. Now, I stood before you, naked.

  "You know, you don't need to make me wear the panties. Even without them, I promise I will be obedient."

  I stepped closer to you, rubbing my chest up against yours. My nipples had already stiffened, so you could feel my excitement with every breath I took.

  "These are the new rules," you said. "Now put them on."

  With a puff of frustration, I tried to think of some other way to argue with you. Obviously, seduction wasn't an option, so I looked down at the panties again. They sparkled along the edges, and I realized that this was something a stripper might wear.

  Humiliated, I put them on.

  I tugged them up the length of my legs, all while under your watchful gaze. After just a few seconds, I had them in place, and they fit perfectly.

  "Turn around for me," you said, "slowly."

  As I inhaled, my nostrils flared, but I did exactly what you wished. I held my arms up against my chest, covering my nipples. At the same time, I kept my knees together, all while I did a little spin.

  "You can do better than that," you said to me with a lascivious grin. "Hold your hands at the nape of your neck. And spread your legs for me."

  You expressed those commands with such ease, like you expected me to simply follow your orders no matter how degrading they turned out to be.

  For the sliver of a second, I glowered at you, frowning. In that time, I kept hoping that you would back down. Maybe, just maybe you’d realize how silly this all sounded.

  But judging from your erection, you didn't think any of this was foolish. Oh no, you were going to punish me, you intended to make sure we both enjoyed it.

  I raised my hands and wove my fingers at the nape of my neck. And then, I spread my legs, and I started to turn around. Once I had my back to you, you pounced, putting one arm around me. With your other hand, you slipped your fingers down into my panties. "What did you say?"

  "Slave," I replied just as you started to graze my pussy. The warmth of your touch immediately sent electrical tangles racing through my body. As hard as I tried, I couldn't ignore the arousal suddenly pumping down to my core.

  "That's right," you said to me. "So now, you are going to do whatever I say, aren't you?"

  "Yes," I replied, sounding miserable about it. But no matter what my tone conveyed, I couldn't deny the dampness between my legs. With every stroke, I could feel the kindling of desire spark within me.

  Using your free hand, you reached out for my chest. You started to touch my breasts, stroking and teasing. At one point, you decided to pinch me, I let out another little yelp, but at least I wasn't going to be punished for making any sounds, not this time anyway.

  You slipped one finger down into my crevice, and a gasp escaped my lips.

  Yes, it felt good. Yes, it felt incredible, and my heart started to pound more quickly against the bars of its cage. I stared straight ahead, but you were still behind me. "Are you ready to serve your new owner?"

  "Owner?" I questioned. "That's right. If you're going to be my slave, you're going to need an owner. So who do you think that's going to be?"

  "You," I said quickly, my voice small despite the need rampaging through my body. Although I tried not to think about it, I was becoming desperate. After all, you kept touching me, sliding your fingers up and down the length of my opening. To make matters worse, you only barely dipped your fingertip down, grazing my clit for a second or two.

  More, I needed more. It was embarrassing to admit, even against the backdrop of silence in my head, but I craved your touch. I wanted you to show me exactly how much you knew about my body.

  So much, it turned out. Keeping me right on the edge of an orgasm, you stroked me and fondled me. Then you pulled your fingers back from my panties, and you wiped them off for a moment before taking both my breasts in your hands. Working your thumbs over my nipples, you ignited a different kind of desire.

  "Please, please let me come," I said to you, and I hated that little note of eagerness and my voice.

  Yes, I had been late. Yes, I had been a bad girlfriend by failing to call you back, but I didn't deserve this kind of punishment!

  Of course, my conceptions of justice really didn't matter. Not while I wore that pair of panties.

  "If you're a very good slave, maybe I will give you the treat of an orgasm," you said to me. From there, you let go of me, and then you stepped back. "Well? Aren't you going to finish?"

  It took me a second or two to understand what you meant. Then I remembered your previous command, I was supposed to do a little turn for your amusement. Fighting back a sharp response, I finished my little twirl. Then you grabbed me by my bicep. You dragged me across the room, tossing me down onto the bed.

  I landed with a bounce, and you pounced right after.

  Wrapping my wrists, you held them beside my ears. Meanwhile, you leaned down, and you started to kiss me.

  Not fair! I hated being stripped of everything but these degrading panties while you kissed me, fully clothed, of course. Just the difference in our attire gave you every advantage you could possibly need.

  "Becca, are you ready to surrender?"

  "Fine," I said back quickly. "Is that the kind of tone you use with the man who now owns you?"

  "You don't own me," I said.

  Just as those last sounds left my mouth, you rolled me over, and you started spanking me again. Right away, I howled out, trying to apologize or shout at you to stop. Honestly, I couldn't quite tell exactly what my intentions were supposed to have been. Either way, it didn't matter because you brought your hand down again and again on those five letters.

  Slave.

  As though I needed the reminder, you said, "right here, these are your slave panties. When you wear them, you do whatever I want. Isn't that right, Becca? Isn't that how you're going to make up for bad behavior to me?"

  This time, you allowed me several seconds to collect my thoughts. "Yes, sir," I finally said. "Sir," you replied. "I like that. It gives us a very formal relationship. It makes it abundantly clear who is in charge and who is owned."

  I narrowed my eyes. Staring straightforward, I couldn't see you, but then you rolled me over on my stomach again. You straddled me, and you started to
do something I didn't expect at all.

  You begin to unbutton your shirt. "What, what are you doing?"

  "I'm getting ready to play with my slave," you explained easily. "You are all mine, and you are beautiful, and I'm going to have so much fun using you."

  A shiver of humiliated arousal reverberated down my spine. How was I supposed to respond to that last remark? What was I supposed to say?

  You discarded your shirt. Next, you peeled away your T-shirt, throwing it down onto the floor. For a moment, I admired your manliness. From your shoulders down to your waist, everything about you screamed raw sexuality. And the way you touched me before, that definitely added to my need.

  Right between my legs, I could feel that ache for you.

  Next, you pulled off your pants and even your boxers. I could see your erection, and you smiled. "Becca, get up on your knees."

  This time, I moved with greater alacrity for one simple reason. I needed you. I got up onto my knees, holding my hands on my thighs.

  You got down onto the bed, weaving your fingers behind your head.

  "You might be sitting up, but that doesn't mean you're in charge, does it?"

  I inhaled, wishing I could say something snarky or rude, but the words simply wouldn't come. Instead, I felt the tight satin around my waist and between my legs. Although I couldn't see my ass or the word right there beneath the small of my back, I could actually feel them.

  Panties shouldn't have made a difference, but this was the only piece of clothing I was wearing. It did influence me. "Yes, sir. You are in charge, sir," I said, looking down.

  "Show me what you can do with your mouth," you commanded.

  This time, I did glance back up at you. You caught the flash of aggravation and aggression in my expression. And it made you grin like a smug bastard.

  I crawled forward, looking down your body. Being above you could have given me a thrill of power, except I didn't have any. In spite of myself, I looked down at my panties, and I remembered exactly what they signified. These weren't panties, not in the traditional sense. They were a status symbol.