Grooming Kitty: A BDSM Romance (6 page)

“Get out of those clothes,” Mr. Gardner ordered his wife.

“Yes, sir,” Mrs. Gardner cheerfully replied, untying her blouse at the waist and throwing it off. Katherine didn’t understand why she had gotten dressed at all if this was the plan. Beneath the blouse was what looked like a leather, string bikini top, except the cups, which barely covered Mrs. Gardner’s large breasts, were split in the middle to reveal her dark pink nipples, which Katherine was shocked to see were both pierced with shiny, thick barbells. She was so surprised she barely noticed as the woman finished stripping. Thigh-high fishnet stockings, crotchless leather panties and the high boots were all that remained. When Katherine finally looked down from Mrs. Gardner’s pierced nipples, she saw the panties were pulled so tightly that smooth, pink lips showed through the slit in them.

“See how well my pet obeys? You will learn to do the same, Kitty.”

Katherine somehow doubted that. She certainly could never see herself in a get-up like the one Mrs. Gardner was wearing. She stood near the doorway of the playroom with her hands clasped in front of her. Her brain still screamed that she had to run, but she was a statue. A need burned inside of her, and more than that, a curiosity. It went against everything she’d been raised to believe, but Katherine wanted to be there and explore these weird feelings.

“First off, you have to be punished for not coming when you were called. I should not have had to send my pet to fetch you.”

Even Katherine was surprised when she quietly answered, “Okay.” How could the thought of another spanking both frighten
and
excite her? She didn’t have enough experience to understand.

Mr. Gardner snapped the leash and his wife dropped right to her knees beside him. She seemed to know what to do without verbal instruction because Mrs. Gardner took his cock right out of his pants. He was already stiff and Katherine wondered if it was because she was there. More likely, she thought, it was because of how hot Mrs. Gardner looked. Although the outfit was extreme, Katherine had to admit that Mrs. Gardner looked sexy in it. Mrs. Gardner took him into her mouth and sucked him noisily, while continuing to watch Katherine out of the corner of her eye.

“Undress, Kitty.”

Did he want her to just take her clothes off right there in front of both of them? The impatient expression on Mr. Gardner’s face said that was
exactly
what he expected, and that she’d better hurry up about it, too. Without fanfare, Katherine pulled the loose sweater over her head and, when she couldn’t find any place to put it, dropped it on the floor. Stripping for him was easier the second time around. The white tank top under the sweater hugged the curves of her lithe body, showing off her figure when paired with her tight jeans. Katherine kicked off her flip flops and then peeled her jeans down next, leaving her in dark blue cotton panties. She paused there, but Mr. Gardner did not look happy, so the tank top followed, leaving her with just the panties and a red cotton bra with little stars and dots on its soft, padded cups, which hid the fact her nipples were achingly hard. She was self-conscious and felt so exposed, but did not cover her body. Mr. Gardner wanted more.

“It all comes off, Kitty. Stop trying my patience.”

Katherine knew it was weird to be shy about the Gardners seeing her breasts after she’d been so obscenely displayed for them last time, but somehow her top never came off the last time. It was also easier last time—when she was being
forced
—this time Katherine was freely undressing for Mr. Gardner’s hungry eyes. She took a deep breath and just did it. She unclasped her bra and pulled it away quickly, like removing a band aid. Once that was done it was easy to pull off her panties and add them to the heap of clothing on the floor beside her. She put one hand on her hip and the other covered her pussy out of instinct.

“You have such a beautiful young body, Kitty. There’s no reason to be shy about showing it off. Or perhaps it’s these circumstances. I’m sure when you go out with all your little friends you dress like a slut to entice the boys.”

“I do not!” Katherine protested. Sure her friends did, but she’d never been comfortable just flaunting her body

“All young girls do. Even my pet here did it when she was your age. She was quite the slut in college before I tamed her.” He looked down at Mrs. Gardner sucking his cock and stroked her hair in an oddly affectionate way, almost like she really was a pet. “Enough time has been wasted with nonsense. It’s time to get down to business. Stay right there until I am ready for you, Kitty.”

“Cuff yourself,” he ordered, pulling his cock from his wife’s mouth. He untied a cable from the wall, which lowered what looked like a pull-up bar, with clips on either end. Mrs. Gardner—Katherine finally began thinking of her as
Tara
as she softened toward the submissive—had taken two wide leather cuffs from a shelf and fastened them around her wrists. The cuffs each had a steel ring, which Mr. Gardner attached to the dangling bar, raising her hands over her head and spreading her arms open. Once Tara was attached to the bar, he winched the cord back up until her boots just barely touched the tile floor. Her arms were pulled tightly over her head and Katherine imagined it had to be an uncomfortable position, but she’d already figured out that his pet’s comfort was not important to Mr. Gardner.

“You will watch while I discipline Kitty. If you can remain still and quiet I will reward you afterward.”

“Thank you, Master,” Tara replied.

It was not an easy order to fulfill. Before he turned his attention to Katherine, Mr. Gardner took a small silver chain with tiny weights in the middle and clipped each end to the barbells through Mrs. Gardner’s nipples. She moaned gutturally when the chain tugged on her nipples.
Ouch
, Katherine thought.
That has got to hurt!
Her own nipples were so sensitive she didn’t think she could even stand having them pierced, let alone have them abused like that!

The finishing touch was a long, slim vibrator, which Mr. Gardner pushed inside his wife, instructing her, “This had better not slip out.” She must have been quite wet because the toy entered her easily. Mr. Gardner had a small remote in his hand and pressed a button, which made the toy inside Tara buzz to life. She bit her lip, but could not stifle the moan that rose from deep in her body. Katherine saw total bliss on the older woman’s face and that she was already trembling. Would she be able to stay there quietly with that toy inside her? Katherine didn’t know if she could, but then she had no experience with such things. With the pet taken care of for the time being, it was Katherine's turn.

 “I’m going to give you the opportunity to behave yourself as well, Kitty,” he told her. “Step over to the chair and face it.”

Katherine carefully avoided touching Tara as she passed and faced the throne-like wooden chair she remembered from last time. Was he going to strap her into the chair? It couldn’t be worse than being tied over the horse was, could it?

“Bend over, Kitty. Yes, like that, put your hands on the armrests. Arch your back, stick your ass in the air for me. That’s it, Kitty, now hold your ass there for me. You are to remain that way while I punish you.”

Katherine was in an awkward position, but would do her best to hold it. She was bent all the way at the waist, holding herself up on the chair, while her ass stuck out into the air, like a ripe peach waiting to be picked.

“Do you need to be punished?” he asked.

“Yes, sir,” she replied quietly. The words slipped so easily from her lips. She braced for what she knew was coming.

“Tell me why, Kitty.”

The question puzzled her. Really, she only needed to be punished because he wanted to do it and because she’d finally admitted she wanted him to do it. If he could make her come as he had last time, it would be worth it. She did not think that was the answer Mr. Gardner was looking for, so she told him what she thought he wanted to hear.

“Because I didn’t come when you called. I knew you wanted to see me, but I didn’t take your calls.”

“That’s right, Kitty. You’re going to learn to ignore me at your own peril. The first and most important lesson you must learn is to answer promptly when your master calls.”

“Yes, sir. I’m sorry.” It was weird to think of Mr. Gardner as her
master
, but wasn’t that what he was becoming? She almost giggled just thinking about calling him
Master
, but then he demanded her full attention.

Whack!

The smack on her ass was hard and painful and she instantly knew he wasn’t using his hand this time. Katherine looked back over her shoulder to see a wide, flat black leather paddle in Mr. Gardner’s hand. There were several small holes on the surface, to reduce wind resistance. The paddle hurt far worse than his hand and her ass was stinging already, but even so, with that first swat her cunt tightened up and pulsed.

“Get your legs spread!”

Katherine was bent over with her legs close together, hoping to avoid the obscene display she provided the other night. She should have known better. She adjusted her stance, spreading her legs as wide as she could while keeping her ass in the air and felt her sticky lips peel apart.

“How many do you deserve?”

“I don’t know.”

Whack!

Whack!

“I mean, you’re in charge, it’s up to you, sir.”

“That’s a better answer, Kitty.”

“Yes, sir.”

Whack!

Whack!

“I want you to know that I want to reward you, not punish you, Kitty. It’s so much better to be good. Just ask my other slut.”

Being called a slut stung, but Katherine felt like one in her position. Her cheeks burned, but her pussy was so wet. She couldn’t believe it, but she wanted to beg him to touch her down there. It was just her last morsel of pride that kept her from doing it. Instead she focused on the throbbing in her pussy to try and forget about the pain on her cheeks.

“I said,
ask her
, Kitty!” He spanked her with the paddle again and Katherine jumped, almost drawing blood as she bit her lip to keep from crying out. When she spoke, her voice trembled.

“Do you like being his…slut?” She had to force out the last word.

Tara, who was still strung up behind her, squeaked out an answer. “Yes, our master is wonderful.” Obviously, the toy in her cunt was having the desired effect. Katherine looked back over her shoulder and saw Tara pushing her thighs together, but the effort to keep the vibrator in her pussy was failing. She was so wet it was just slipping out and when she tried to adjust her position, more weight went onto her upper body. Katherine was fascinated watching her struggle.

“Eyes forward,” Mr. Gardner said, with a lighter swat on Katherine's ass. “You’re going to count to five and if you reach it without coming your punishment will be over.”

That didn’t seem hard, Katherine thought. She was impossibly aroused, but didn’t think she could climax just from being spanked. But God, did she want to come!

Swat!

“One,” Katherine cried in a clear voice.

Swat!

When Mr. Gardner spanked her this time, he pressed his hand between her legs and Katherine's knees almost buckled. The intense pleasure that flooded her system scrambled her senses. She gripped the chair harder and just the fight to stay standing kept her from fighting the feelings Mr. Gardner stirred within her.

“Two,” she finally whimpered.

Swat!

When he spanked her, he also thrust two fingers deep inside her, grazing over her g-spot. Katherine cried out and her weak knees slipped. He smacked her hip and ordered her to keep her ass in the air. Mr. Gardner’s fingers were buried in her and it was all she could take. If he moved them at all, and she so needed him to, she would be lost.

“Thhreee…sssir…”

Mr. Gardner pulled his fingers out and when he thrust them back inside her he spanked her again, the hardest yet. Katherine's chest heaved and she moaned and sagged, only her arms holding her up, which just pushed those fingers harder into her. Katherine came so powerfully that she saw colors and almost broke a nail digging her fingers into the wooden chair. Her cunt flooded and soaked Mr. Gardner’s hand and her inner thighs. For just a moment, Katherine thought she wet herself. She was sorry she let him down, but she just couldn’t help herself.

“Get that ass in the air, Kitty!”

With great effort Katherine lifted her butt back into the air, but she couldn’t stop trembling because he was slowly fingering her cunt.

Swat!

Swat!

She just couldn’t count for the two final swats. It was all she could do just to keep standing. Her pussy slurped shut when he finally took his fingers away.

“I knew you were a little slut, Kitty. I just didn’t know you would lose it so easily,” Mr. Gardner chuckled, obviously pleased by her lack of control.

“I’m sorry, sir,” Katherine sobbed. She burned with anger and shame. She was angry that Mr. Gardner gloated about his control of her, but she was even more ashamed of herself because he was right. She did feel like a slut for just letting go so easily. She tried to tell herself it wasn’t her fault. Mr. Gardner had her primed and somehow knew just the moment to jump in and finish her. But however shamed she may have felt, Katherine also felt so
good
. Mr. Gardner made her come so hard and feel so incredible that all she could think about was pleasing him so he would do it again. She was beginning to understand Mrs. Gardner giving herself to him the way she did.