Whips Over Diamonds

Prologue

"Casandra, I asked for my morning coffee over five minutes ago!"

"Oh! Yes, I'm so sorry."

"Hey, come here now."

"Yes."

He turned my head, so I was looking directly into his piercing green eyes. "What did you do wrong?"

"Um... I don't know."

He sighed and shook his head as if he was disappointed, "Tsk tsk, you just earned yourself ten lashes." He sat down in one of the dining room chairs and motioned me to come. I obediently walked over and lied stomach down across his legs. He slid my skirt up, exposing my panties. "Ah, I just love lace on you", he said while rubbing my butt in slow deliberate circles. "Now, what is it you are supposed to address me as?"

I scrunched my face, finally realizing my mistake. "Master. I'm always supposed to refer to you as master, my master."

"Good," he drawled, "So you've finally caught on," I could hear the smile on his face. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, the strands shining like gold from the light of the chandelier hanging above. "You know what to do, or did you forget that as well?"

"No, I didn't master," I said as I lifted my butt higher, giving him easier access. I squeezed my eyes closed, getting ready for the impact. I felt him raise his arm, and my body instinctively tensed. He held his hand up for what felt like an eternity, toying with me, savoring the tension he was creating. His hand went down, hitting me on my right cheek, the smack echoing through the room. I yelped, "One," the first one always catching me off guard. He struck me again, this time on my left cheek, "Two." He kept spanking me, his erection poking my stomach harder and harder with every hit. After the sixth blow, I started to feel myself getting lost in the pleasure of the pain. My head started spinning, and my moaning growing harder to stifle. "Nine." He yanked my hair. "Ah! Sorry. I meant eight master."

"Now let's make it twelve."

"Yes, master." He struck me four more times. Everything went silent, except for the sound of our heavy breathing. We stayed like this for a while, me still spread across his legs, awaiting my master's command. Just when I thought he would order me to go back to my work, he slipped a finger in between my panties instead.

"Looks like your punishment wasn't exactly fitting," he said as he swirled his finger around the slick juices that were coming from my vagina. I gasped as he then thrusted said finger inside of me. After letting it linger in there for a moment, as quickly as it went in, it came out and appeared in front of my face. I blankly stared at his finger, my wetness slowly trailing down it, and wondered why master was showing me this. "Go on, lick it." Well, I got my answer. I felt my face grow warm as I closed my eyes and tentatively stuck my tongue out. I slowly slid my tongue up his finger. "How was it?"

"Slightly salty master."

He laughed, "Alright, I've kept you long enough, get back to work." I awkwardly pushed myself up and off of him, almost tripping in the process. I smoothed down my skirt, did a small bow, then hurried to prepare his coffee.