The following morning, Marc came cheerfully down the stairs. He had thoroughly enjoyed spanking Jocelyn last night. He got a hard on just thinking about putting the bright red embossed letters on her backside. He was definitely looking forward to spanking her again soon.
Marc gave Jocelyn a bright "Good Morning" and realized that she was upset. He went over to her immediately. "What's wrong?"
"The marks you put on my buttocks yesterday Sir, they are almost gone. Last night I felt as though you had branded me yours, and I was proud to wear the marks that you had made. And now they are gone."
Marc almost laughed. It had never occurred to him that Jocelyn would miss the bruising on her butt. Still, she was obviously clearly upset and some sign of ownership or belonging was obviously important to her. He thought quickly.
"You want to have some visible sign that you belong to me, is that right?"
"Yes Sir."
"I am not going to do anything permanent while you are still working on a contract which someone else is paying for, but I can write on you with a permanent ink pen. It will only hold for a few days, but I will be happy to renew it as often as you like until we have everything else sorted out."
Jocelyn thought for a moment and then gave a bright smile. "That would be better Sir. Thank you."
Marc went and fetched a permanent pen from the office. "Do you have any hair spray, Jocelyn?"
"Er. Yes Sir. I think so."
"Well go and get it please. This will hold longer if I put hair spray on top of it."
Jocelyn came back with the hair spray and put it on the kitchen counter.
"Lift up your skirt and turn around Jocelyn."
Jocelyn lifted up her skirt and then leant against the kitchen counter. Marc pulled Jocelyn's panties down to her knees. He wanted to have a free area to write on. Somewhat to his surprise, just as Jocelyn had said, her butt was clear. The letters that he had stenciled onto her butt cheeks were gone completely, without even leaving a bruise. He felt a slight loss himself and realized how Jocelyn must feel to have the signs of his ownership gone.
He would correct that right now. Taking the fine pointed permanent marker he began to write on the top of Jocelyn's left butt cheek. He took care that the writing was clear, not his usual scrawl. He wanted Jocelyn to be proud to wear his mark. Once he was all done, he waited for the ink to dry and then sprayed it with hairspray. After the hairspray had also dried, he let Jocelyn drop her skirt back down. "There, all done."
Jocelyn was curious to see what Marc had written. Marc was looking a little unsure of himself and she didn't want to embarrass him by asking him what he had written. But, at the first opportunity, she went out to the hall and used the mirror there to look for herself. Her heart melted when she saw the text:
Cherished by Marc Templeton
Jocelyn understood Marc well enough not to make any comments about the feelings expressed. She simply came back and kissed him gently before getting on with her work.
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Marc arranged an appointment with Claire Harris from We Also Walk Dogs for the early part of next week. There was nothing left for Marc and Jocelyn to do but carry on as usual while they waited for the meeting with Claire.
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