Firstly, happy Thanksgiving to all who are celebrating. I was thinking of themes for today’s blog post and the fact it’s Thanksgiving jumped to mind and in the weird way my brain works I wondered how many times the words ‘Thank you, Sir.” appear in my stories. I don’t know precisely (I have over 100 stories of various length to my name now, that’s a lot of searching!) but I’ve picked out a few of my favourites to share with you.
“No, Sir, I haven’t. To be honest, I’m not sure what they are or where exactly they’re going to go.”
His laugh burst forth with a blast of energy that made Felicity jump.
“They’re for your beautiful nipples, which will be squeezed by this loop at the top. If it is too much for you, you know what to say, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”
He nodded, put the box down on the bed then pulled the loop of gold off his finger and very gently placed it around her nipple. The chain was cold on her skin and she shivered. Her nipple puckered and her master pinched the chain against it with his finger and thumb then tightened the loop with his other hand until the heart-shaped clasp pressed against the bottom of her stiffened nub.
The squeezing was a little uncomfortable but not quite painful. Once he let go of the chain and the full weight of it pulled down on the nipple and the pressure built, she winced.
He repeated the process on the other nipple and she tightened in anticipation as he let go. Both nipples were sore, but if she stayed still and didn’t make the little gems move, she could cope. At least she thought she could.
“I knew they would suit you.”
He flicked the left one and set it swaying. The pinching pain swelled, and Felicity grit her teeth, trying hard not to cry out.
“Such pretty, proud nipples. They deserve to be jeweled.”
“Stand over there, by the jugs.” He pointed, and I walked.
Very aware that he was looking at me, I took my time and accentuated my hip movements. I’d give him something seriously sensual to appreciate. When I reached the wall, I stopped, facing it.
“This is an amazing view, India, but please turn around and face me.”
I turned around, and he nodded.
“This view is just as pleasant.” He smirked and walked toward me. “You’re very beautiful.”
“Thank you, Sir.” I dipped my head, cowed slightly by the compliment.
“You’re welcome, now look at me.”
I started work in my little cubicle with a smile on my face. It grew bigger when I saw Matt walk over towards me.
“Good morning, Caroline.” He handed me a piece of paper. “This is your work for the day. Please don’t hesitate to find me if you have any questions.”
I took the note from him and nodded. “Thank you, sir.”
Bitchy Brenda—I still didn’t know her real name—popped her head over the partition between our booths. “Oh, we don’t often see Mr R down here. You’re not in trouble, are you?”
Remembering the spanking, I sincerely hoped I was. However, I said, “I don’t think so. Why?”
“Oh, he tends to be on the job if it involves disciplinary action. I’ve never once been summoned to his office.”
The smug look on her face spoke volumes but I smirked back. She was very much missing out on Matt’s special kind of discipline.
“I’ve been there a couple of times.” I shrugged and opened my paper. “It looks like I have to go back now.”
Finally thank you all for reading my blogs, buying my books and being all round awesome. Enjoy your day however you spend it.
