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Anna's POV:
I lull my head back, the sunset gazing over our crashed bodies, a light being set mysteriously. "Mm, you look so beautiful in the gaze of the sunset..." i take in Sam's wistful words as she gently lays my body on my back in a loving manner, the pink cloudy sky above me filling up my eyesight as i feel Sam's hands working magic, raving all over my body in a lushly soft and pink fashion. Her lips lightly peck each area her fingertips graze. I lay each hand beside my head, feeling free at the wonderous traces Sam makes with her bodily movements on mine. She crawls her way up to invade my sight of the warm earth above me, a kiss being pressed against the same spot on my face she knows i find sweet and captivating at the same time. "I love you too much for that..." "F-for what?" my eyes flash open from my dream, caught off guard by Sam's sturdy hands pinning my wrists against the mattress below me in strong force. "Sam!" "Not so fast, little lamb. If those sounds you were making suggest anything, it's that you were dreaming of me." i stutter, whimpering at the thought of telling Sam i had the most romantic, sex-free dream of her curvaceous body on top of mine, much like it is now. "I was, Mistress..." "You're not getting up until you describe every detail explicitly." i wriggle beneath her touch, a cheeky smirk forming on her face at my pitiful attempts to break free. "You should know better than to try and escape from me, Anna. What was your dream about?" i've only ever been sexual with Sam... what if a dream like this scares her off? What if she thinks i'm too needy, too attached? I shake my head and refuse. There's no way i'm risking what i have with Sam because of a fucking dream. "I'll leave you wondering that for yourself." somehow, i manage to escape her tangled restraints, slipping away from under the sheets sneakily before she yanks me back onto the bed with her, my body tumbling backwards for another hour of blissful sleep with this gorgeous blonde's arms wrapped around my frame, feeling safe and content, as she whispers sweet nothings into my ear when i slip back into a slumber to finish my ongoing dream...

I wake up later in the morning, stirring my cup of coffee, hearing the light tinkle of the spoon against the inside of the verdant mug. I make sure to swallow the two circular pills to stop a dreadful reoccurrence of yesterday, feeling safe knowing i've taken my medication. My mood since yesterday seems to have been brightened by Sam's warm, comfy presence in my bed last night... i loved feeling her strong, ample body only mere centimetres away from my own, as if she was my guardian angel ready to protect me at any sight of danger. I smile contently and open up my work laptop, eager to get the day started. When suddenly, i feel firm hands grip the roots of my auburn hair, pulling my skull backwards in a harsh motion, a growl fluttering in my ear drums. That sound can only be from one woman... "S-Sam!" "Did i give you permission to leave my side?" "I- i-" "That's not an answer." "I'm sorry, Mistress... i didn't mean to upset you..." i can practically feel Sam's rage burning into my breathing corpse, my feelings of sweetness drained immediately. "I think you need to learn a lesson in obedience, little one. Get ready for a mid-morning punishment." she places my laptop on my coffee table, out of the way, roughly grabbing my upper arm to lead me across the way to the kitchen. Sam huffs and puffs, throwing my body over the kitchen island as delicately as possible, due to my body being sore from my seizure, but in complete urgency. She yanks down my grey joggers with minimal effort, the loose clothing plummeting to my ankles with fast gravity. I feel Sam's crooked finger scrape the skin embedded around my left hipbone, curling underneath the thin material of my underwear and tugging upwards, pushing a yelp from my pink mouth. "Sam!" she sends a harsh swat to my left cheek, the stinging sensation leftover giving me a jolt of pain. "It's 'Mistress' to you." the next thing to leave my anatomy is my underwear, the red lace skimming past my thighs in a chilly breeze, stopping at the trap of my sleep joggers. "You've earned five spanks for your insubordination. Count." Sam's angry palm strikes my right cheek, my back arching at the delicious contact i soak up. "One, Mistress." her hand lands on the same spot once again, and i enjoy the ravishing sense of hot, prickly pain it leaves in my ass cheek. "T-two, Mistress... nghh..." the third strike lands slightly lower down, my thigh getting a taste of the new feeling on my crispy silk skin. "Three, Mistress!" "You'll think twice before leaving bed without my permission next time, won't you little lamb?" "Y-yes, Mistress." catching me off guard, Sam edges my knees to kneel on the very cusp of the marble island below me, my ass soaring into the air with everything on display. Sam chuckles and pats my thighs patronisingly, "Looks like i've found my favourite position to have you in." the second to last hit takes me by surprise, my body rocking side to side on the guard-less surface, but Sam's arm snakes around my hips to keep me from falling. "I don't hear you counting." "Four! That- that's four..." " 'That's four' what?" "That's four, Mistress." "Good girl. One more, then i'm gonna kiss it and make it all better." her hand lands on my exposed backside for the final time in the last few minutes, the position i'm in only making the pain spread to more extreme areas. "Five! Thank you, Mistress..." Sam drops her mouth to kiss the area better, helping me down from the counter and holding me perfectly still by the shoulders, whispering huskily into my ear. "Next time you disobey me, i'll give you double the spanks, double the pain. Understood?" Sam's complete change in demeanour from last night is a similar feeling to having a rug pulled under from beneath me... one minute she's whispering sweet harmonies into my ear, a loving and romantic tone about her, but then she's bending me over, ass in the air for the whole of New York to feast their eyes on... i'd be lying if i said that's exactly what i wanted from her. "I said, do you understand?" "Yes, Mistress..." a gulp descends down my tunnelled throat, the anticipation which steams in the air around us coaxing my fear. "You liked that, didn't you? Being treated as my little bitch, thrown around like that?" "I did, Mistress... i loved having your hand on me again... not to mention being bent right over for you." "You felt humiliated, didn't you? I'm your boss and i can spank you anytime you do, or say, something i don't like. Nothing can stop me from waltzing into your office and demanding that you strip yourself naked to be punished like the boss's bitch that you are." 'The Boss's Bitch.'... now there's a title i can get behind.

I perch my chin on the heel of my palm, watching intently as the blonde creature before me leans forward, taking the handle of her mug into her fingertips. "Take a picture, it'll last longer." i giggle at being caught gazing horrendously at the woman, but not ripping my eyes away straight away. Eventually, Sam sighs and places her work documents she was once reading over to the side, and pats her lap, inviting me into the space. I slide my femurs down each side of her torso, locking my knees around her waist to trap her there. "Why do you keep staring at me?" i glance away, avoiding her gaze at any cost. She tugs my chin back in frame, holding my head still, not letting it move for anything. "Looks like i have to take someone over my knee again..." "Sam, what do you see for us? I-in the future, i mean?" Sam's entire body tenses up beneath my haze touch, startling me shock-less. Her gaze hardens with a deeper meaning, concentrating on my query. "Sam?" "You- you can't just say something like that to me, i..." my face falls, like weights heaving down toward the ground in sheer disappointment. "I'm- i'm sorry... are you mad at me?" after considering me carefully, her eyes wandering from feature to feature, Sam sighs with an unknown heaviness. "No, how could i ever be mad at you..." the silence irritates me, cutting into my skin a way no leather whip could. "My answer is... that i don't know what i see for us... all i know is that we have to figure it out soon, because the waiting is killing me." Sam's grovel tone suggests something much deeper, something i'm more than sure i'll grow to distaste... what does Sam truly want from me?

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