The knock on his door was so soft, he almost didn't hear it. The girl standing outside his door matched the knock. She stood there shyly, staring at her shoes, her long, thick strawberry-blonde hair obscuring her face. She finally got the nerve to look up at him with brilliant green eyes, her large breasts heaving beneath her soft v-neck sweater with each nervous breath.
"Are you the guy who, you know, the one who…" She trailed off, looking lost. He wasn't surprised. When they came alone, without their boyfriends or husbands, they were always a bit tentative. Some were intimidated, others scared. Most just didn't know what exactly to expect. He decided to put her out of her misery.
"Yes – I'm 'the guy.' Come in."
She stepped into the foyer and glanced around at the ornate mirrors on the walls, the candles in sconces lining the hall.
"Your room is upstairs – first door on the right," he told her. You can put your things there. Your uniform is on the bed."
She visibly gulped, and slunk around him to the staircase. As she headed up the stairs, he took a minute to enjoy the view. Her ass was perfect for spanking – firm, yet supple beneath her tight jeans. Her legs went on for miles – they had to be at least two thirds of her 5'4" height. In her uniform, she would be perfect.
It was nearly an hour before she came back down. His breath caught in his throat as she began to descend the stairs. He had had many, many students. But she filled the uniform better than any of the others. The black corset was so tight and pushed her breasts up so far that he could see the faintest glimpse of her delicate pink nipples every time it shifted with her steps. The petticoat and skirt flounced out just high up enough that the bottom of her ass peeked out briefly with each extension of her legs. The fishnets were strategically ripped, and showed glimpses of glowing golden skin. Best of all were the seven inch black stiletto heels that locked at the buckles. She stopped as she reached the bottom of the stairs.
"So, I don't really know how this works. Jason didn't really tell me why I'm here – just that it's some kind of new relationship therapy and I'm supposed to do whatever you say." She tugged down the bottom of the skirt as she spoke, trying in vain to cover up. "I don't even know what your name is."
"As far as you're concerned, it's Master."
She laughed, stopping as she saw that he was serious.
"You're kidding me – Master? What the hell kind of therapy is this? Where's Jason?"
"He's not coming. He sent you to me because you haven't been a very good girlfriend. He wants me to fix that."
"He what?! Did he say that? Because I love him so much – why would he say that? What did I do?"
"Not much of anything, from what he told me. You don't clean up after yourself, and what's worse, you seem to think that sex is just his job, and all you have to do is show up."
"Oh my god – he told you all of that? I can't believe he told you all that. This is crap – I'm leavi-"
He took her by the throat and pushed her up against the wall, her eyes growing wide as he growled "You are not going anywhere. You need to be trained. I'm going to teach you. I have a contract, and I intend to fulfill my end. So you're going to do everything I say, is that clear?"
She nodded rapidly. She still seemed scared, but as he pulled back, the corset shifted, and he could see that her nipples were hard. Interesting. He'd come back to that later.
"We start with cleaning. I want you to clean this house, top to bottom. All 3,000 square feet. If you do a good job, you'll get a reward. If you don't, you'll be punished."
"Pu…punished?" Her lip trembled. "What do you mean, punished?"
"Do a good job, and you wont have to find out. Now get to work."
"I'm done! It was really hard to clean the shower in stilettos, but I think I got everything…um…Master." She seemed nervous as she crept into the study.
He moved from room to room, inspecting as he went. When he finished with the entire house, he came back downstairs.
"So, when you said you were done, you were clearly joking. I don't joke here."
"No – I was serious, I finished everything."
"There is a ring around the bathtub. The mirrors are all spotted. And there is candle wax on my headboard."
"But I – "
He spun her around, and bent her over the antique desk. "Now you get to find out what the punishment is."
He pushed the skirt up, revealing her entire bare ass. He pulled back his hand as far as he could, and brought it down hard, spanking her once, twice, three times. She cried out with each blow, and when she turned around, tears spilled down her cheeks.
"I really tried, I swear. I just want to make Jason happy."
"Well you can't do that until you make me happy. And I'm not going to be happy with half-assed. Go to bed – you can try again tomorrow." He went to his room and grabbed his tablet, tuning in to the camera that was set up in her room. She undressed, struggling with the locks on the shoes for ten minutes before giving up and finally lying down to sleep.
Three weeks and countless heavy-handed spankings later, she strode confidently into the study. "This time I really got it, Master – you'll see."
He inspected each room, more closely than ever. They were perfect.
"Now you can have your reward."
"So, knowing what the punishment is, do I get some real clothes as a reward?" She laughed nervously.
"Better." He pushed her down into the chair and dropped to his knees, spreading her legs apart and slowly kissing up her thighs.
"What are you…oh, god," she murmured, pressing into his tongue as he moved it in and out of her pussy. She gasped and moaned, sliding into him a little more with each of his thrusts, until she came, every muscle in her body tensing. He stood up.
"You can go to your room now. You've earned the rest of the day off."
She slid from the chair, legs unsteady as she slowly slipped up the stairs.
That night he watched her in her room again. She undressed, not bothering with the shoes. Instead of sliding under the covers, she laid naked on top of the comforter, propped up against the plush pillows. She slid one hand down to cup her breast, pinching her nipple and closing her eyes. Her other hand moved to her pussy, fingering her clit with increasingly rapid strokes as she pinched and pulled at her nipples. After she climaxed, she sucked her fingers and sighed contentedly, sliding down into the covers to sleep.
"Now it's time for you to start doing your part during sex. And do you know what that part is?"
"Um…moan a lot and toss my hair – that's what the girls are always doing in those ridiculous porn videos Jason watches."
"No – your job is to actually be a partner in sex. You're not in a porn, and you're not window-dressing. Now, first you're going to show me how well you can suck a cock."
"Oh, no. I don't do that. That's icky."
"Icky? Are you a child? You will do that – that's part of your job."
"NO way – not happening…Master."
He spanked her five times that night, and made her clean the house again before she went to bed. He watched as she rubbed her aching ass. But then she began to finger herself again. It looked like he was going to have to come up with a new punishment
"I can't teach you – you'll have to leave. No more uniform, no more spankings."
"Wait, what? I mean, um, good. I'm leaving then." She started up the stairs.
"Jason was right – you are kind of a bitch."
She turned slowly. "What did you say? He said I was a bitch? I don't…why…but I love him. I love him. And I'm doing this for him. And he called me a bitch? You know what, fuck him."
She came down the stairs and dropped to her knees in front of him. "Please, Master – please let me suck your cock. I promise I'll do good."
He unzipped his pants and pulled them off, along with his boxers. She stared, eyes wide at the size of his cock. She licked her lips nervously and started toward him, sliding her mouth down the shaft. It started slow, and almost lazy. "You know, he said that you were a horrible lay, too." She began sucking furiously, sliding a hand up to cup and stroke his balls. With her other hand, she grabbed his ass, nails digging into the flesh as she took in more and more, until finally he felt the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat. When he came, she gagged and stumbled back, licking her lips.
That night she began to finger herself again. But this time he wasn't content just to watch. She jumped as he opened the door and set his bag on the carpet. "What are you – "
"Shh" he whispered. "No talking."
He motioned for her to come to him, and he reached into his bag, pulling out a set of nipple clamps. She winced as he placed them, but made no protest. He pushed her down onto the bed and turned her over, pulling her to her hands and knees. He used a set of silk scarves to bind her wrists and ankles, and tied each set to the four posts of the bed.
"Now I have a sneaking suspicion that Jason was wrong about you. I think it's him. I think if you were fucked by a real man, you'd be inspired to do exactly what you're supposed to."
She looked back at him with heavy-lidded eyes, licking her lips in anticipation. He pulled her hair back, and forcefully slid into her pussy, causing her to cry out. "Shhhhh," he reminded her. She bit her lip and pressed her face into the pillow. With each thrust, the chains on the nipple clamps clanked, and her pussy squeezed his cock tighter. He thrust into her over and over again as she moaned into the pillow. On his final thrust, she came with him, and bit her lip so hard she drew blood. He untied the restraints and removed the clamps, slipping out of the room as she toppled down onto the sheets, completely spent.
As he laid down in bed that night, his final thought was that he was going to be sorry to see this one graduate…