My Russian Master (Service & Submission Book 3) (17 page)

Chapter Thirteen

J
ason walked into their bedroom to find his wife standing in the corner as he’d requested. He sat on the long, white bench at the foot of the bed, staring at her gorgeous ass. Two children and fifteen years of marriage, and he swore he loved that woman more today than the day they had married.

Karen had put on her punishment dress. In reality, it was the top to a baby doll nightie lingerie set. When she stood in the corner, it ended just above her ass with a soft feathery hem that framed her gorgeous, white ass. Later, that same fringe would be in stark contrast to the red he’d paint her naughty flesh. After the time she’d first worn it during a punishment, it had been put into a special spot in her closet — and only worn for bad girl spankings.

He got up, opening the drawer in his nightstand and pulling the oak paddle. Jason moved to stand directly behind her, perhaps two feet away. “Turn around, please.”

She slowly swiveled, her nipples already erect and showing through the lacy, sheer material. Her shaved, sexy pussy was also visible, the white fur hem not quite covering it. He clenched his jaw, staring into her eyes. Without a word, she gracefully fell to her knees, taking a submissive position, sitting on her calves, the tops of her feet flat on the floor, knees widely spread. Then she lowered her forehead to the floor, arms outstretched, palms up.

He quietly watched her. After a few moments, he said, “Sit.”

She straightened, though remaining on her knees, her eyes downcast, her hands palm-up on her thighs. Tears tracked slowly down her cheeks.

“Tell me why you’re crying, bad girl.”

She drew in a shaky breath. “Because I disappointed you, and I’m going to be punished for putting my life, the kids’ lives, and the house, at risk. I was reckless and careless. And I hate being disciplined.” Her gaze rose to his. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

“Not as sorry as you’re going to be, trust me. You were on social media, of all damn things!” He had to move. Just the thought of it made him fear he’d lose his cool again. He thought he’d gotten over the anger — but he was wrong. He didn’t understand the use of the damned application to begin with; he found it a silly and foolish waste of time. Social media caused an untold number of fights, and divorces, and, as far as he was concerned, it was just a useless distraction.

“You put everything I love at risk. What if I hadn’t come home when I did? There would have been a fire within minutes, Karen.” He raked his hand through his hair.

“I know. But the smoke alarms would have alerted me. I wasn’t trying to be careless…”

He stalked back to her, grasping her chin in his hand. “But you
were
. I’m watchful and cautious — and from now on you’re going to find out just how vigilant I can be. Things are going to change around here, my girl.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Stand up.” She rose gracefully, a reflection of her years of practice as his submissive. He pulled a baggie from his pocket, extracting a large finger of peeled ginger.

“Oh,” Karen whined, quickly swallowing her comment.

He raised an eyebrow at her. “Don’t even start. You asked for everything you’ll be receiving tonight, girl. By the time I’m done with you, your ass will tingle just
opening
your social media page.” He sat on the bench, patting his leg in silent command.

She shuffled over to him, placing her beautiful body over his legs. The full purpose of the punishment dress was demonstrated as she bent over his lap, the furred hem rising to the dimples on her back, just above her buttocks. He ran his hand over the soft, white nates, squeezing them. He’d never tire of spanking her.

He spread her cheeks, exposing her anus. “No clenching. Push out, Karen.”

She complied and the tight whirl of muscle spread open minutely. He pressed the cool, moist ginger to her puckered hole, pushing insistently until it popped into place, the wide flange visible between her buttocks. She sighed in relief once it went in, momentary though that relief would soon prove to be.

His cock hardened. He loved seeing a piece of ginger or a butt plug in her, the way it peeked out from between trembling nates. He twisted and tugged on the end, forcing the juice to coat the tender skin.

“Oh! It’s burning.”

“Good. Just as I planned.” He cupped her sex, her juices spreading over his palm. He slid a couple fingers into her heat. “Let’s put some of the ginger in your hot little cunt. Turn up the fire there too.” It didn’t take long before a low keening sound erupted from her throat.

He’d waited long enough. It was time to start with a hand spanking to warm her up. She could barely contain herself over his lap from the figging alone. His hand would definitely ramp up the wiggling even more.

He swatted the center of her bottom — hard. She stiffened, her legs going straight out behind her with a loud shout. “You will
never
leave a pan unattended at the stove again, will you?” He rained down hard, fast slaps to her now pink ass. His large hand covered most of her backside, so it didn’t take more than a couple slaps to turn up the heat. She clutched his ankle and when her feet started to rise trying to cover her backside, he pinned her legs down with his right thigh. He’d been ready when her hand shot back, catching her by the wrist and pinning it to the small of her back.

“The smoke had filled the kitchen. You were so busy talking to your friends on that damn program, you didn’t even notice.” He focused on the underside of her bottom and her thighs. Her wiggling and scooching had pushed her even further over his left leg, effectively jack-knifing her body. He slapped her sit spot, the punishing blow sending the tips of fingers snapping against her labia too.

Her sobs confirmed that she’d been brought right to her limits. He knew her well enough after all these years — and many, many punishments — when to stop. He’d never want to bring her to the point of using her safeword — and in a discipline session she’d been told that her safeword wouldn’t necessarily stay his hand. He’d stop and listen — always — but the spanking would continue until he felt true remorse had been exhibited.

He lightly rubbed her hot, red nates, stopping to twist the ginger within her pink rosebud.

She stopped sobbing long enough to whine, “Oh, Sir!”

“Such a naughty girl.” He released her hand and legs, rasping his rough hand over the freshly spanked skin, squeezing and plumping it. “You have no idea how scared I was to see the kitchen filled with smoke. You could have been overcome with smoke if I’d been home even fifteen minutes later.”

“I know. I’m s-so sorry.”

“I know you are, girl. But we aren’t done by a long shot.” He grasped her arms, helping her to rise. The white baby doll fell back down, stopping at the crest of her reddened backside. He loved the contrast of that pale fabric against angry, reddened flesh. He leaned forward, kissing both cheeks, the heat stark against his comparatively cool skin. He didn’t miss the opportunity to twist the ginger again, sliding his forefinger through her puffy red labia. The evidence of her arousal coated her hot cunt, the spicy scent filling his nostrils and hardening his cock. He unzipped his pants, pulling out his now turgid member.

Digging his fingers into her hips, he backed her up, until she sat upon his hard penis, her blistered ass warming his groin as she sank down onto him. Her tight sex squeezed him like a vice as he penetrated her fully.

“But... Sir, the ginger—”

“Stays. This is for me. You know that in a punishment your comfort is of no concern to me. You will only come if I give you permission. If the ginger burns, it’ll be a reminder of how you ended up with a figging to begin with.” He increased the pace with which he bounced her up and down, her slick sheath gliding tightly over his cock.

“Oh... Oh, God. Jason, I think I’m coming. Please!”

He didn’t answer, couldn’t answer. His own body stiffened, spurting hot fluid into her Karen reacting and screaming with her own release, milking and wringing him to the point of pain. He groaned between clenched teeth, his head falling back, the tendons in his neck tightening.

He realized he’d been clutching her hips in a death grip when his nail beds began pounding. She’d have bruises on her hips tomorrow.

“I’m sorry. Did you give me permission?” She looked over her shoulder at him, and then gently leaned back, resting her head on his chest.

“No, but I couldn’t talk at that point. I would’ve given you permission though, so you’re fine.” He cupped her breast in his hand, his forefinger lightly tracing her areola, her nipple hardening, goose-bumps forming on the pink skin.

He patted her haunch. “Time for the corner.” He eased her off his still semi-erect cock, watching her as she awkwardly made her way to the corner, his semen dripping down her thigh, the ginger plug, and her sore bottom making it a difficult walk.

“It still burns.” She whined, knowing he wouldn’t relent or ease it until
he
decided. It was more of a statement than a plea. They’d been through this many, many times in their marriage. Honesty was something they both believed in. Manipulation was never tolerated, and she knew better than to even try it. Several discipline sessions had cured her of that habit early in their marriage.

“Karen?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He kept his voice low, soft and controlled. “I want you to slip your fingers down your thigh and gather my cum. Collect every drop, and swallow it, please.” He knew this would be difficult for her, but he liked to watch her struggle against his orders, watching her acquiesce to his command.

And she did hesitate. Her back stiffened slightly, her chest expanding as she took a deep breath, rallying her courage to comply. Then slowly, her long, thin fingers scooped up his juices from her skin and she sucked the digits into her mouth, sucking them.

“Did you get it all?” Now he
knew
he was pushing, and he wondered if she’d dare to push back — or call him an asshole. Either would result in further discipline for her, but his curiosity had the best of him at this point.

She reached down again, her cupped fingers rubbing her thighs, even widening her stance to slide them through her labia.

Good girl.

She licked them dry once more. “I believe I got it all, Sir.”

“I hope you’re correct.” He stood, and her buttocks tightened in anticipation of further punishment. He stroked her thighs, finding them dry, then he slid a finger down the seam of her cheeks, easing between the slick lips of her sex, searching for any excess cum had been gathered. “You did well, girl. Maybe there’s hope for you yet. It looks like you’re trying to follow rules again.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He prepared the bed for the next part of the evening, then looked back over his shoulder. “Get the bath brush from the bathroom.”

“Oh, Jason, not—”

“Sir!” He spun on his heel, steel slipping into his voice, his tone making her jump.

“Sorry, Sir.” She walked toward the bathroom, hurrying to obey. “Do we have to use the bath brush?”

“Do you
ever
get to decide the implement used?”

She stopped in the doorway, staring at his hands now poised at his hips. “No, Sir.”

“And if you hate it this much, the lesson imparted will be memorable. Won’t it, girl?”

Karen walked up to him, holding out the wooden bath brush for him, her nipples pebbled, poking through the sheer lace. He didn’t resist the temptation — didn’t see a reason to resist either — pinching them between his fingers, making her gasp.

Tears welled in her eyes. “Yes, Sir.”

Giving the other nipple the same treatment, he watched her as she let out a pained groan.

He patted the pillows he’d piled up in the center of the bed. “Hop up here, bottom up high.”

She didn’t move immediately, staring at the pillows, her throat visibly working, chest rising and falling rapidly.

“You’ll be glad when this is over, Karen. The guilt will be gone and you’ll feel better. You’ll be sore as hell, but I’ll cuddle with you and put lotion on your ass to prevent bruising. We’ve done this before.” He wiped her tears away with the pad of his thumb. “You’re a good girl. You can do this. You know you deserve this punishment, right?”

“Yes, Sir. I was careless and put us all at risk. I’m just—”

“I know. But we need to stop talking and get it over with. Climb up. Now.” And as he suspected, she reacted to the tone, moving quickly to obey.

He tapped the smooth back of the large wooden bath brush against her bottom. “You’ll be receiving twenty. Hands in front, feet down. Clear?”

“Yes, Sir. W-will you help me if I can’t do it?”

“Of course, baby.”

He loved her so much. She really was a good woman — and an even better wife, mother, and submissive. It was why this lesson would be a harsh one. He couldn’t stand the thought of her being hurt or killed.

He gave her five crisp slaps of the brush right across the center of her bottom. Her feet fluttered and left the floor, but didn’t come up to cover her buttocks. “You will stay off of Social media while you are cooking. Clear?”

“Y-yes, Sir!”