I tilted my head back in ecstasy. It had been one month since Petra had first dropped to her knees at my desk. Here she was again taking me in her mouth. What she could do with my cock was indescribable.  

My mouth fell open and I closed my eyes, lost in the moment. We were in her living room. I was seated on her comfortable sofa with my trousers and boxers around my ankles. She was kneeling on her blowjob cushion. It was a gardening cushion with a silhouette of a woman giving head as decoration. Petra was naked aside from a purple collar, I got it from the same website, and the fact that her hair was tied back. 

She slurped. She pulled off my cock and spat on it. She smiled up at me, rubbing her saliva down my shaft, before putting me in her mouth again.

At her request I had set her rules. She took being a cum slut so seriously. One of her rules was she didn’t talk when giving head. She never seemed happier than when she was on her knees.

“Fuck!” My cock hit the back of her throat. “Good girl.”

She smiled as she started to jerk me quickly. Her tongue flicked up and down on the tip. I was so close.

I heard the front door unlock. It could only be Jessica - Petra’s roommate. A minute or so later the living room door opened. Jessica wore light blue jeans and a white strappy top. She passed us, heading to the kitchen, completely unbothered. 

I let out a moan as Petra gagged. I stroked her hair. I was in awe of her. Not just how hot she was on her knees but that she had chosen me. 

Jessica came back, a glass of water in hand, and looked down at Petra. There was no hint of embarrassment on her face. “I thought I saw your coat. How are you?”

I smiled and nodded barely able to say words. I wasn’t embarrassed either, maybe I should have been, I just looked up at her. She had a round face and long bleached blonde hair.

Petra’s tongue was swirling around my shaft. 

“I’ll leave you too alone,” Jessica said. “Really make her choke on it, huh?”

“Perhaps you’d like to choke on it.” 

She smirked. “In your dreams.”

Jessica left and I put my hands on the back of Petra’s head. She gagged, gripping my legs. Moving her hands was the stop signal. I was so close. 

I took my hands away. 

She pulled her head back. 

I stood. 

Petra tilted her head back, closed her eyes and opened her mouth. 

I jerked my cock. It only took a few strokes. Cum glance across her nose. A second spurt landed on her tongue. She stayed like that for a moment, showing me my cum, and then slurped her tongue back into her mouth. “Thank you for my gift.” She kissed my cock.

“You’re welcome.”

“So you want to fuck my friend?”

“Yes,” I said. “Is that a problem?”

“Of course not, master,” Petra said. “I would be disappointed if you didn’t.”

“You may stand.”

She bowed her head and stood. “You’re an excellent master.”

“And you are an excellent cum slut.”

The next day, Petra opened the cafe. When on shift, she wore a choker. It was nothing special but her wearing it meant she was mine. I had bought her a real necklace for our dates, and when we were alone, she wore the collar. In short, at each point in the day she was wearing something I had got for her. 

The choker was good for work. It was innocuous to anyone else, hygiene regulations allowed for it, and if it got broken it was cheap to replace. 

I came into the cafe a little after 1100. I had been working on admin for a little while but I wanted to make sure that all was set for the lunch rush. Petra was at the counter, Sally was cleaning the tables, and there were about six customers.

“How’s it been so far?”

“Not bad.”

I nodded and my eyes drifted to Sally. She was bent over the table opposite us. My eyes glanced at her butt for a few seconds. She wasn’t as toned as Petra but she was obviously beautiful. I had…unprofessional thoughts. 

Perhaps my eyes lingered too long. Perhaps Petra was feeling puckish. She moved closer to me so that our arms were touching. She whispered to me, “You’re imagining spanking her, aren’t you? Pulling down her…” 

My head snapped to face Petra. I moved too fast and rubbed my neck. “Sally, can you do the till for a moment.”

“Of course.” Sally beamed. 

I beckoned Petra with one finger and headed to the back room. Petra fell into step behind me. As soon as we were through the door I pointed at my desk.

“Risky,” she purred. She stood at the desk, bent over, and waggled her cutt butt. 

“Take it off and sit.”

She straightened up, pulled off her choker, and sat. Her hands were interlaced on the desk before her. 

I sat down and stared at her for a few seconds. Then I spoke quietly and sternly. “Petra, I never want to hear that kind of remark from you ever again.”

She gulped.

“Why did you say that?”

She looked at the choker. Taking it off was symbolic. 

“I…I’m sorry, David. I am sorry.” 

“Luckily no one heard but they could have. When others are around you are my employee. You must act like it.”  

“I’m sorry, David.”

“Do you promise you won’t do it again?”

“Of course.”

“Good. Then nothing more needs to be said.”

She reached for the choker and held it in one hand. “Thank you, David. You’re a good boss.” She put the choker back on. “I remain your loyal Cum slut.”

“Good girl,” I said in an undertone.

The rest of the shift went on without incident. When Petra left, she had slightly less of a spring in her step than usual. If Sally had noticed that there was tension, she didn’t say anything. 

Petra was right. I had, on occasion, thought about Sally in a non-professional way. I tried not to think about it. It was wrong to have those thoughts both as a boss and because I was with Petra. She sometimes said I should be fucking other women. That was just her playing into her role. I felt sure it would hurt her if I ever did.

I locked the back door and went upstairs to my flat. I prepared myself a simple meal and sat in front of the TV to eat it. 

What a difference a day made, so they say, and this was the biggest example of my life. Petra had woken me that very morning with a blowjob. (There is no better way to wake up.) It was like she saw my cum as an elixcia. Since then, we had only talked about work-related stuff. Was she angry that I had told her off? 

There was a knock at my flat’s door. I paused the film and went to the door. Petra stood on the small landing. She wore a trench coat. She was staring at the ground. “I came to apologise for my behaviour earlier. I was out of line.”

“You already did. The matter is closed.” 

“My manager dealt with the matter. My master did not. I am here to submit to punishment.”

My eyes went wide. I felt a slight twitch in my trousers. “You think you deserve to be punished?”

“Without a doubt. I was disrespectful.”

“You were.”

She reached into the trench coat and produced a black paddle. “I bought this for you to use on me. I want you to teach me a lesson.”

I took the paddle from her and smiled. “Drop the coat, step inside, and close the door.”

She did as I asked. She was naked apart from a scrunchy and her choker. Her head was still bowed. She looked like she was dreading what was to come. I understood her now - that was part of the fun. We had our safe word. She trusted me. With one word, her harsh master would be replaced with her kind boyfriend. .

On a hook next to the door was her purple collar. I gently took off her choker and held the collar out. “Do you accept this?”

“Yes, master,” she said in a low voice.

“Look at me. Say it proudly or not at all.”

She looked up. “Yes, sir.”

“Good, girl.” I put the collar on her. “Come with me.”

She grinned and giggled a little. “I mean.” She stopped and bit her lip. “Yes, sir.” 

I entered the living room and sat down. “Across my knees now. Face down.”

She did as I ordered and rested her head on a cushion. Her face fluctuated between looking scared and delighted. “Please don’t be too harsh with me.” 

I ran my hand across her back and stroked her perfectly cute buttocks. “I will be as harsh as I feel is necessary. I think ten is enough.”

“Yes, sir.” She sounded disappointed.
“On each side.”

“Yes, sir,” she said delightedly.

I gripped the paddle. I was surprised at how much I wanted to do this. “This is for your own good. You’ve been a bad girl and need to learn.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Prepare yourself.” 

“I’m ready.”

A moment later, I brought the paddle down on her right buttock. There was a satisfying smack as wood met skin. “One,” I said.

“I barely felt that.”

“You said not to be too harsh.”

“Yes,” she said. “But I didn’t say to be a pussy about it either.”

“Do you really want to insult me while I have you at my mercy?”

“If it will make you really give it to me! I don’t think you’re capable of it. A boy like you doesn’t have the guts to discipline his bitch.”

I knew she was goading me. I liked it. “Two.” I gave her a harder spank this time.

“Ouch,” she said.

“Hard enough for you?”

“I still think you’re a bit of a pussy.”

“Naughty girl.” I gave her the next two strikes.

“Ouch,” she said again. “Do it! Remind me of my place.”

I smiled. I think she was enjoying this more than I was. To keep her guessing, I gave the next two on her left buttock. “Are you now understanding the consequences for speaking out of turn?” 

“Yes,” she whimpered. “You’re my master.”

“Good, girl. I think you’ve had enough.”

“Pussy,” she said. “I knew you couldn’t discipline your bitch.”

“We’ll see about that.” I held the paddle firmly and spanked her again on each buttock. Her ass jiggled as I struck her.

“Again!” she said.

“Your ass is going to be red.”

“Yeah!” She said, “That’s how you know I’ve got the message.”

I had lost track of how many I had given here. I gave another three on each side. With each one she giggled, yelped, and laughed. “That’s it, master. Is my ass red now?”

I tossed the paddle aside and spanked her, on both sides, hard with my palm. “Yes,” I said. “It is.” I stroked her hair. “How do you feel?”

“Like I have been well and truly disciplined. Did you enjoy that too, master?”

“Can’t you tell that I did?”

“Yes.”

I was half-way to an erection. I had been turned on by spanking her. What was wrong with me? 

“Shall I take care of that for you?”

“You have to ask?”

She got up off my lap and stood before me for a moment. “I am sorry I insulted you.”

I wasn’t in the least insulted. I didn’t really know what to say. "Well, I have never disciplined a bitch before.” 

“Now you know what I can take.”

I took the cushion and dropped it on the floor.

She got to her knees and rubbed my cock through my trousers. “I might be a brat sometimes just to get spanked.”

“Being a brat is fine. There is a time and a place. You like it that much?”

“I do. And you liked spanking me, didn’t you?”

“Yeah. What does that say about me?”

She rolled her eyes. “Nothing. You spanked a girl begging to be spanked. How could that be wrong?” She undid the top button of my jeans. I rose a little, and she pulled my trousers and boxers down in one motion.

"Well, it could happen again.”

“I need regular discipline.” She licked her lips as she pulled my foreskin back. She sucked the head of my cock. 

I threw my head back and let out a moan.

She started to bob her head back and forth. She was going slower than usual. I put my hand on the back of her head and applied a little pressure.

She stroked my hand - our safe signal.

I moved my hand back to my legs.

She slurped and spat on my cock, running her hands over it and spreading her saliva. “I think he is ready.”

“You want to move to the bedroom?” 

“Yes. Can you give me ten seconds?”

“Of course.”

She bowed her head and stood heading to my bedroom. I counted to ten in very quick seconds, and followed behind her.

When I entered, she was lying face down with her bum in the air. It was a position I had seen called ‘expert’ online. Behind her was a bottle of lube. “I didn’t know you were so flexible.” I stroked my cock slowly. 

“That’s why I do yoga. You missed something earlier. Spread my cheeks.”

I got up on the bed and placed my hands on her ass. I spread her cheeks and saw it. The jewel-like head of a buttplug. “How long have you been wearing that?”

“Most of the day. What better way to discipline your bitch than to fuck her in the ass!”

My jaw dropped. Even with Petra calling me ‘master’ I never expected this. “Are you su…”

“This is no time to be a gentleman,” she said. “When a girl offers her ass, take it. Unless you’re saying you don’t want my ass.”

“I want it.”

“Then take me,” she said. “Take me hard!”

“As you wish.” I ran my cock between her buttocks for a few strokes. “Are you ready?”

“It is not my first cock in the butt.”

I squeezed some lube over my cock, slathering it all the way down. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’ if it…”

“Pound it like my pussy!”

I took a deep breath and carefully pulled the plug out. She gasped and wiggled her butt. I pressed the head of my cock against her buthole. Gripping her buttocks, I pushed in. 

“Oh God,” she said.

I started to thrust slowly. Her ass was so tight around me. I gave her a spank. The sound of skin on skin was joined by Petra’s scream.

“Does it hurt?”

“A little,” she moaned. “But don’t stop. I can take it! Pound it! I am your naughty bratty slut! Make me take it!”
Her ass was so tight. I couldn’t believe it. I let out a moan as I thrust into her. I spanked her hard swapping hands every so often.

She let out a scream. “Oh! Master!” 

“Can you take it?”

“Yes!” She said, “I’m a bad girl. I know my place!”

I felt all at once guilty and turned on! Not only was she so tight, but the fact she was letting me fuck her ass was intoxicating. “Good girl.” I said my words a little slurred.

“Fuck your bitch!” she said. “Fuck her hard.”

A part of me wanted to ask if she was sure. A part of me told me this was wrong. She could end this with a word. She knew it and I knew it. I grabbed her hair and pulled with one hand, holding her ass with the other. “Like this, Bitch?”

“Yes!” She moaned and screamed all in one. “Fuck!”

“Good girl.” I was so close now. “I’m going to cum in your ass!”

“Yes, sir,” she screamed and moved her hips, helping me fuck her ass. “You can do…fuck…anything you…ouch…want.”

I spanked her again, and with one last thrust I came. My whole body seemed to shudder as I came. Petra shuddered too. I let go of her hair, and she slumped forward on the bed. “That was amazing.” I said panting.

“It was…” she said. “Fuck.”

“Stay there,” I said. “I’ll be right back.” 

She made no protest and just lay there panting. 

I dashed away and returned a couple of minutes later. Still naked I sat on the end of the bed still naked. “Come,” I said gently. “Sit on my lap.”

With some effort she moved. She sat on my lap and wrapped one hand around me. “That really was amazing. Can I be honest with you?”

“Of course?”

“I didn’t know you had it in you to be so…extreme.”

“But you liked it?”

“Don’t be so worried. You’ll know if it is too much.”

From behind my back I produced a choc ice. I opened the packet and offered it to her. “Here.”

She smiled and pulled it out by the stick. “What’s this for?” 

“For being a very good girl. I looked at those links you sent me.”

She bit into the choc ice. The ice cream dripped off her chin. “You mean aftercare?”

“Yes.”

She smiled, wrapped one hand around the other, and nibbled on the ice cream. “You’re the best.”

“I only brought you ice cream.”

“Yeah,” she said. “But it means you get it.”

“Get what?”

“What it is to be a girl’s master.” 

I stroked her hair softly. “I guess some guys start to believe their own propaganda.”

“What do you mean?”

I paused for a moment, trying to think of the right words. “They start to believe that they deserve a woman’s obedience. They start to believe she is only good for sex.” 

“That’s been the problem. I knew when I knelt for you it would be different. Want some?”

I took a little bite of ice cream. “Thank you. It is a funny thing for me. A part of me feels some of the stuff I do with you is disrespectful.” 

“That annoyed me in the beginning,” she said. “But I realise now that it means you care.” 

“And I’ve realised I can cum on your face respectfully.” 

“Exactly,” she giggled. “Can we have pizza tonight? And afterwards I want a slow romantic fuck.” 

“Yes to both,” I said.
“I really enjoyed my ‘punishment’. I hope to see that side of you again.”