My Russian Master (Service & Submission Book 3) (9 page)

Caroline laughed, thinking of the good time they’d have this weekend. There was never a dull moment with Avery around.

Maybe she’d actually have fun on the December skiing trip after all.

Chapter Seven

J
ason came through the door of his house, tossing his keys into a basket on a table. Stalking through the kitchen to the attached living room, he found his wife watching a movie, her legs wrapped in a blanket, a steaming cup of coffee in her hand.

“Stand up.”

Her eyes widened, her throat visibly working to swallow, putting her coffee cup down, tossing the blanket aside and standing in front of the burgundy, leather couch.

“Did you pay the bills last week?” He stood closer to her, his hands on his hips.

“Y-yes.”

“Excuse me?” He furrowed his eyebrows at her.

“I’m sorry. Yes, Sir.”

“Imagine my surprise when the bank called me today to say that they covered a check, but we needed to transfer money because we were overdrawn.”

“Wait... what? This doesn’t make sense, I balance the account all the time. I’m not overdrawn.” She started to leave the room, he assumed to retrieve the checkbook from her purse.

He snatched her arm, putting her back in her original spot. “I didn’t give you permission to leave the room, girl.”

“B-but Ja—”

“What do you call me in a punishment, Karen? And, yes, this has become a punishment.”

“Sir.”

“That’s right. And you don’t need to get your checkbook. I already know what made the account become overdrawn. Do you want to know?” He stroked the back of his knuckles down her cheek.

Her voice shook as she spoke. “Yes, Sir.”

“It seems my wife bought a dress at Cherie’s — a hundred and fifty dollar dress, making our mortgage payment almost bounce. If it hadn’t been for our savings account and good standing at the bank, we would’ve caused a mark in our credit rating. Does that dress ring a bell for you, my dear?”

“Oh, no,” She put her hand to her mouth, her eyes wide and brightening with tears.

“Push your yoga pants and panties to your ankles.”

She hooked her thumbs into the waistband pushing both of them down to her ankles in one swoop. Her bare pussy, the peach skin he knew was baby soft, but he wouldn’t touch her. Not now. This was a punishment.

“So explain to me how you purchased this dress, knowing it would bounce our mortgage check. I’m anxious to hear this.” He crossed his arms over his chest. Her hands were playing with the hem of her shirt and she couldn’t keep consistent eye contact with him.

“I... well, I thought the check had been cashed and when I saw what I thought was extra money, I purchased a dress for the wedding we have coming up for your friend Craig. I really thought it’d been cashed.”

“You were careless. If you’d taken the time to plan the purchase, assuring what the balance in the account was, this wouldn’t have happened. You were anxious to meet your needs, not thinking of the household. It won’t happen again.” He pulled the tail of his belt through the buckle, sliding the leather through the loops, the leather slapping against the fabric.

He pointed to the couch with the doubled belt in his hand. “Turn around, hands on the seat.”

They’d been married for fifteen years, she knew when to be quiet and submit to a punishment. He ran his hand over the soft, pale skin of her bottom. Milky white and unmarred—but not for long. He tapped his wide belt across her, watching the goose flesh rise on her gorgeous ass. She’d given birth to two kids, her hips widening with each one, and he swore he loved every change more.

“I’m going to blister your ass with this belt until I feel you’ve learned your lesson. You know the rules during a punishment. If you break any of them, we’ll continue with the paddle upstairs. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.” She shuffled her feet a bit in anticipation.

He swung his arm out, snapping the hard leather on her ass. She started to stand, catching herself, putting her hands back.

“Good girl.” He swung the strap, overlapping each stripe, her ass wobbling with each lash. Her ass, already pink, quickly turned into a deeper shade of pink with each strike. Rising up on her toes, she stomped the heels of her feet on the floor, desperately trying to ease the pain.

“Oh, Sir! I’m so sorry!”

“I’m sure you are —
now!
Do you think you will remember to check the account
before
you make a purchase?” The underside of her bottom were the next target, he placed five licks of the belt there. She screeched, stiffening and leaning so far forward, she was almost lying down. He pulled on her hip roughly, yanking her into the bent over position again.

“Stick your bottom out. You know better than that, you’re receiving three from the paddle for that bit of disobedience. Bottom out!”

She sobbed pitifully — he’d finish soon. She dipped her back, that luscious ass spreading. He slapped the crest of her backside several times, quickly finishing with the hard ending volley. She’d dropped her forehead to the seat of the couch, sobbing quietly.

Done.

He thread the belt back into his pants, watching her compose herself. She took deep breaths, exhaling slowly. She’d calmed down enough that they could progress to the next step.

“Take your pants and panties off completely, and then walk upstairs to our room.” She hated this part. Hated walking up the stairs partially naked, with her red, freshly spanked ass right in front of his face, knowing he’d be watching her jiggle and sway with each step. And this was why he’d made it a common part of their punishment sessions.

The seam of her ass still milky white, a stark contrast to the bright red of her inflamed bottom, as she lifted legs one-by-one to untangle her pants wadded at her ankles. She stood, turning slowly looking adorably embarrassed, her cheeks red with her blush. He pointed toward the kitchen, for her to walk in front of him.

“Move slowly.” She halted, forcing herself to move at a more measured pace, having been punished for disobedience in that regard before. Jason made sure to stay at least two paces behind her on the stairs to have a perfect view of her pear-shaped ass sashaying up each step. Each wobble and jiggle had his cock turning to steel, throbbing, seeking release. He’d never tire of fucking that woman, squeezing and plumping each cheek while pounding into her.

She entered their room, standing with her head down, waiting for further instruction.

He walked past her to their dresser, pulling out the large oak paddle from the implement drawer, placing it on the bed. Her eyes glued to it, worrying her lip between her teeth.

“Get the dress.”

Subconsciously she cupped her ass, remembering the rule about no rubbing, yanking them away again.

“That’s four with the paddle.”

She resolutely walked to the walk-in closet, coming out with a sexy fire engine red dress that he had no doubt she’d look amazing in, but she’d be returning it as soon as her paddling was over. He took it from her, hooking it over the door, which meant it would hang in her view from the corner.

“Stand in the corner.”

She stood with the red dress within inches of her face, and Jason sat on the bed enjoying the view of her ass. She usually did well with the bills, but at least once a year she’d miscalculate or lose an envelope, causing a painful lesson to be doled out.

Having waited ten minutes, he called her. “Come bend over the bed, Karen.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Bending over, clutching the bedspread between her fingers, she rested her head on the bed. He lifted the heavy, oak paddle, the handle fit his hand perfectly. He tapped her bottom, her body going rigid in anticipation.

“Breathe, girl.” As soon as she inhaled, he swatted her twice on each cheek — hard and fast. She screamed on the last one unable to hold her reaction.

“It’s over. I’m sure you’ll do fine with the checkbook, but you’ll be returning that dress after your nap. Clear?”

“B-but it looks so—”

“Do I need to start a second lesson with you? Is that what you want?”

“No, Sir.”

“I didn’t think so.” He unzipped his pants, letting his cock out. She rose looking over her shoulder as soon as she heard the metal teeth, smiling, subconsciously licking her lips. Jason slid the head through her slick lips, coating himself with her warm sticky juices before thrusting into her. Her head rose, eyes closed, mouth open, sighing at the intrusion.

Her walls rippled around him, squeezing and quivering, taking his breath away, he grit his teeth, restraining himself from spilling his seed too soon. His hands squeezed her hot flesh, her cries of pain from the unwanted attention to the area causing his penis to twitch inside her, bouncing off her slick flesh.

She rose up on her hands, pushing her ass back, bouncing her soft flesh off his hard groin, the slapping and moist sounds of sex filling the bedroom. He inhaled her spicy scent, pistoning, his ass clenching on each forward thrust, her keening coming faster and louder until she shouted, “Permission, Sir.”

“Yes!” It was all he could muster in his pre-ejaculation state. His body went rigid, spilling his seed into her just as she screamed, locking his cock into a vice-like grip. He groaned in ecstasy and pain, throwing his head back until the soft tremors and quakes of her residual orgasm stroked him like a soft blanket, winding down, until he opened his eyes again, seeing the world through sexual haze.

He slapped her ass as he pulled his semi-erect cock out. “Time for your nap, girl.”

She didn’t fight him, she knew she’d be asleep within moments.

“I’ll wake you up so you can return the dress before the store closes. You won’t do this again, will you?”

“No, Sir. Never.”

He chuckled at her seriousness. “I have no doubt that you mean it. But, I’m just as sure you’ll find something else to get paddled for. Sorry, girl, but you can’t seem to stay out of trouble.”

He kissed her forehead, tucking the blanket around her shoulder, quietly closing the door behind him.

Chapter Eight

M
axim prepared dinner, thinking about the past two weeks of employment with Caroline. He’d established enough of a morning routine that Caroline stopped having her fits every day. She woke up with enough time to spare to eat a healthy breakfast, drinking her coffee before she left for work. Her refrigerator had been stocked with food for snacks, and for those days when she might forget her lunch.

Maxim had taken her weight and measurements and instituted a workout regimen for her to follow every day after she came home from the office. Since she wasn’t a morning person, it had been decided she’d exercise in the evening.

Even though it had only been a couple weeks, she already seemed to be either losing weight, or toning up — or both. He told her that they wouldn’t be doing a weekly weigh-in or measurement session. He didn’t see a benefit in that, and such a regime might actually discourage her. The body needed time to settle, and change didn’t occur that quickly. Better to wait and let her see real results.

Tonight, he’d be talking to her when she returned home from work about her treatment of her employees. No one should treat people the way she did, and he would make her stop — one way or another. From the little interaction he’d observed between Caroline and her staff, along with talking to a few of them over the course of his first two weeks at her house, the dynamic was not at all healthy. Her staff largely viewed her as mean and insensitive, most of the time.

The elevator dinged, and a moment later Caroline called out, “Maxim, I’m home!”

“Come. I am cooking dinner.”

“This smells amazing!” She closed her eyes, sniffing loudly.

“You have time to go change, I will finish up soon and will be ready when you come back.”

“That sounds fabulous. I’ll be right back.” She stood and rounded the island, heading toward her room.

“Hey, before you go, leave your badge so we aren’t looking for it tomorrow.” She pulled the badge’s lanyard up and over her head, placing it on the counter before him.

As soon as she left the room, he examined the badge, removing the small button he’d secretly pinned to it over the weekend. Unbeknownst to Caroline, it was a camera that had been taping her interactions with her staff for the past three days. He’d been watching off and on during the day, and had put together a little presentation for her to watch on her laptop. The best learning tool around was watching your own behavior.

He could think of a few other methods that also worked in changing bad conduct, but this would be a good way to start.

* * *

“T
hat salmon smells amazing, Maxim.” She really enjoyed having dinner made for her every night. The burden of trying to eat healthy, yet not having the energy to cook it herself, had been taken care of nicely with the hiring of the handsome Russian. He’d proven to be an interesting person. She enjoyed their conversations together at dinner.