Regrets

7. Jeannie

"Undress me," he told her.

She moved to her knees at the edge of the bed, slipped off his tie, and unbuttoned his shirt. He shrugged it off his shoulders as she slipped her hands up under his tee shirt. She felt his warm skin, and ran her hands over his naked torso after he pulled the tee off. She unfastened his belt and pulled it out of the loops, placing it on the bed. She unfastened his suit pants and ran her hands around his hips. He then sat on the edge of the bed and took off his shoes and socks, then slipped his pants off. He stood and placed them over a chair, then returned to the bed.

"I'm getting a little cold, Master," she said.

"Well that's going to be a problem," he said, gently cupping her left breast in his right hand. "Because your body is perfect and beautiful, and I have no intention of letting you cover it up."

She looked down and took in her form. There was a scar across her abdomen. Her thighs were bigger than they used to be. There were wrinkles and folds and stretch marks. "It's not perfect," she said quietly.

"Turn around," he ordered. His sudden change of tone startled her. She quickly turned and resumed her kneeling position, now facing away from him. She didn't even see him pick up the belt, but she felt it whip across her ass. She fell forward onto her hands.

"Do not contradict me," he said coldly.

Tears welled in her eyes. The sting of the belt was much more painful than the spanking had been earlier, even though it was only one strike.

"I'm sorry, Master," she said quietly.

He walked around to the other side of the bed and piled the pillows against the headboard. He slipped off his boxers and reclined naked on the bed, his back against the pillow wall. "Come over here," he instructed.

She crawled over and put her head against his chest, folding her legs beneath her. Her ass was still stinging.

He put his arm around her and gently ran his fingers over her skin. When his hand reached her breast, he cupped it and took her nipple between his thumb and index finger. She felt warmer. Comfortable.

"Are you beautiful?" he asked, suddenly pinching her nipple very hard.

"Yes, Master," she replied, knowing it was what she was supposed to say, regardless of whether she believed it.

He relaxed his grip, but did not let go. "Good girl. This body of yours is beautiful and amazing, and you should appreciate it as much as I do. You obviously work very hard to keep in shape. I'm proud of you."

She felt calm wash over her. It made no sense that she would even care what this stranger thought, much less that he was proud of her. But his words and his soft voice took her to a comfortable, protected place. She marveled at how he could be so cold and strict when he disciplined her, but then so quickly move back to this comforting, warm version of himself.

She snuggled in and ran her fingers through his chest hair. She was facing his hard cock and ran her hand down his body and touched it hesitantly. "May I, Master?"

"Yes, Pet," he replied.

She leaned forward and slowly took his cock into her mouth. She felt him run his palm over her back and around her ass. She could feel his eyes on her, just as she had in the ballroom downstairs. She loved the way he saw her, even if she couldn't see herself that way. She wanted to please him, more than anything. She worked his cock with her tongue. The sensation was strange to her because she had never given a blowjob from this angle before. She had been on her knees before a standing man in college, and on the bed between her husband's legs a few times over the years, but that was it. She felt uncertain and inexperienced, and hoped she would be able to please him.

She felt him get larger in her mouth. She started using her hand and trying to take him deeper, although she had never tamed her gag reflex, so she could not go all that deep. He didn't seem to mind. She had moved to all fours, and she felt him playing with her breasts as they rocked beneath her body. Then he put his thumb inside her center, which surprised her. She let out a small yelp, but went back to her work. She was moving her head and hand quickly now and she could sense that he was close.

He suddenly released in her mouth. She wasn't expecting it. The speed, the volume, all of it was unexpected. She sucked and swallowed at him. Trying to consume him. His thumb was still inside her and he was gently gripping her in his fist. She milked the rest of his cum out with her hand. His cock remained hard as she dabbed the tip with her tongue, making him squirm.

He removed his hand from her center and she resumed her perch on his chest, cuddling.

"Thank you, Master," she whispered.

He squeezed her. "You are a very good girl."