Authors: Xanthe Walter
Matt felt his stomach do a nervous flip.
"Yes. I think it helps to have a disciplinary
implement to hand at all times; I prefer to deal
with transgressions as and when they occur."
Matt thought that if Master Richard had been
the one saying that, then maybe it would have
sounded more like an erotic promise and less like
a threat.
Rule seemed to sense his unease because he
drew him into a kiss. "Let's have some lunch," he
said, gesturing to the table, which was beautifully
laid out and ready for them.
Afterwards, Rule showed him the manicured
grounds and the stables, which contained a
collection of shiny, thoroughbred horses.
"I thought we could go riding tomorrow
morning," Rule said, putting his arm around Matt.
"Would you like that, darling?"
"I can't really ride very well," Matt admitted.
"Then I'll teach you! I love introducing you to
all these things, Matt - educating your palate." He
smiled delightedly, put his hand in Matt's, and led
him back to the house.
"You have exquisite taste, Sebastian," Matt
said, pausing in the hallway in front of a colorful
painting. "Is that…?" Matt pointed in disbelief.
"A real Van Gogh? Yes." Rule smiled at him
fondly. "Now, Matt - while we are alone in the
house together, I do have a certain standard of
presentation that I expect from my subs."
"Are my clothes wrong? I wasn't sure?" Matt
glanced down at his chinos and plain blue shirt.
"I'm usually a jeans and tee shirt kind of guy,
but…"
"Your clothes are fine - although do remind
me to take you to visit my tailor. No, Matt - it's
simply that when I'm alone with my sub, I require
him to be naked."
"What?" Matt felt his stomach do an anxious
flip, and he tried to calm himself by counting the
brush strokes on the Van Gogh.
"There's nobody here but us - and I assure you
that your virtue will be safe with me," Rule told
him, with a little smile. "I love looking at beautiful
things, Matt - as you can see." He waved his hand
around the room. "And you are very beautiful. You
would look perfect displayed in all your glory in
my house."
"Naked."
"Do you have a problem being naked for your
dom?" Rule asked sharply.
"No…" Matt hesitated. "I actually quite like it
- it's a hot fantasy."
"Then what's the problem?"
"You said we're alone, but we're not. You
have… servants." Matt waved his hand at the
butler standing nearby, and the maid who was
passing. "I mean, they're discreet, but they're still
here."
Rule laughed at him. "My dear boy - I only
employ subs to serve in my house and gardens, so
don't worry about that. When they see you, they
will only feel jealous of your beauty!"
"Right," Matt said uncertainly.
"I do insist," Rule told him, with a hard stare.
Matt took a deep breath. This was a
challenge, but sometimes it was good for him to be
challenged, so he decided to give it a try. "Okay
then."
"Good boy!" Rule took hold of Matt's hand
and led him into another room. "This is my study.
Please undress and place your clothes in the closet
over there." He pointed. "I have some work to
complete."
Rule went to sit at his desk, and Matt quickly
removed his clothes and put them away, as
instructed. Then he looked up to see Rule gazing at
him, and he flushed. This was the first time Rule
had seen him naked, and he felt stupid and
exposed.
"Very good," Rule said softly, his gaze raking
over Matt's body. "Turn for me." He twirled his
finger, and Matt slowly turned around so that his
ass was on display to his new dom. "Bend over,"
Rule ordered, and Matt sucked in an agonized
breath and did as he was told. "Legs apart and pull
your buttocks open," Rule said, and Matt clenched
his eyes tightly shut and did as ordered, feeling
completely humiliated.
Rule made him hold the position for several
minutes, without saying another word, and just
when Matt wasn't sure how much longer he could
bear it, Rule spoke. "You can stand up now and
turn to face me again."
Matt did so, still flushing fiercely, and Rule
smiled at him approvingly. "You're far too lovely
to keep covered up under clothes, darling. I want
to see that beauty. You will be naked at all times
when we are alone in the house together from now
on."
Matt wasn't sure how he felt about that. He
liked a little edge of humiliation, and it was very
flattering to be told he was beautiful, but he felt
unsettled all the same.
"Come here." Rule beckoned him over, and
Matt went to stand beside his desk. Rule reached
out and trailed his long, elegant index finger down
Matt's bare chest. "So pale; I like that. You are
forbidden from sunbathing from now on, Matt; I
want your body to be porcelain white at all times."
"Yes, sir," Matt said quietly.
"Kneel beside me while I work." Rule
pointed at a kneeling cushion beside his desk and
then turned his attention to his computer screen.
Matt tried to zone out and get into his sub-
space, but he realized that without Rick to help
him, he really didn't have a clue how to do it. He
knelt there for an hour, until his knees began to
ache, and then he shifted uncomfortably.
Rule glanced at him. "You'll have to learn to
stay in position, Matt. I'll expect you to hold a
kneeling pose by my side, in silence, for several
hours once I've collared you, ready to serve me
whenever I take a break." He pushed his chair
back from his desk and traced a finger over Matt's
lips. "I'll train you to respond to a click of my
fingers, to lean forward and suck me on command,
or present that pretty bottom for my use."
"Yes, sir," Matt breathed softly, his cock
hardening.
"However, we only have a couple of days
together this time, and I realize I'm neglecting you.
Stand up - let me see my gorgeous young sub
again."
Matt did as he was told, and Rule's steely
gaze devoured his body, lingering on his hard cock
with a knowing smile.
"Lovely. Perfect. However…" Rule's smile
faded. "I notice that you've neglected to wear your
bracelet. I told you that I expect you to wear it at
all times."
"Sorry!" Matt clamped his hand over his
mouth. "With the photo shoot this morning, I must
have completely forgotten to put it on."
"Well, I did tell you what I expect from you,
so I'm going to punish you for that lapse. Bend
over."
Rule pointed at a beautifully upholstered
leather spanking bench by the wall. Then he got up,
took the paddle off the hook, and turned back
towards Matt. This all happened so quickly that
Matt was taken by surprise, and he just stood there,
staring.
"I realize this is your first time being
disciplined by me," Rule said with a sigh, "But
when I ask you to bend over, I expect you to obey
me instantly. I do hope you're not one of those subs
who argues about whether they deserve a
punishment or not. I'm not very tolerant of such
behavior."
"No… just… we haven't really discussed
how discipline will work between us, so I wasn't
sure… I didn't know…" Matt broke off helplessly.
"Are you my sub?" Rule asked.
"Yes."
"Am I your dom?" Rule's voice was
excessively patient, as if he was talking to a child.
"Yes."
"And do I, therefore, have the right to
discipline you as I see fit?" Rule demanded.
"Yes, sir - you do," Matt said meekly. He
went over to the spanking bench and bent over it,
unsure if he was turned on or not by how forceful
his new dom was. Matt was a sub; it was hard-
wired into his DNA to enjoy responding to a
commanding dominant, and Rule was very
commanding dominant indeed. Rule patted his legs
with the paddle.
"Bend over more, legs open - that's right. This
is how I expect you to present yourself for
discipline from now on."
Matt nodded - and then screamed as the
paddle whacked down hard on his bottom. Rule
had been right when he said he didn't do pleasure
spankings. There had been no warm-up, and he
was hitting with full force. Rule smacked three
more strokes down, all of them blisteringly
painful, and then moved away. "You can get up
now," he said.
Matt did as he was told, his face flushed with
pain and humiliation. The whole thing had been an
ordeal, and he couldn't squash his feeling of
resentment. Had he really deserved that? He wasn't
sure, but he didn't think so. Rule put the paddle
away and then pulled Matt in close and kissed his
forehead. "There, there. I know that was difficult
for you, but you must try harder. I don't expect you
to achieve perfection, but I do expect you to at
least strive for it."
"Yes, sir. I'm sorry - I know I let you down. I
do try hard, I really do," Matt said, all his old
anxieties about being perfect resurfacing. Maybe
he had deserved it; Rule had been very clear about
him wearing the cuff at all times, after all. It was
his own fault; he should have paid more attention.
"Then you must try harder. I'll be your guide,
sweetheart and punish you when you fall short.
You'll soon learn. I'm firm but fair - you'll come to
appreciate that about me."
"Yes, sir," Matt whispered, counting the
books on the shelf behind Rule's desk.
"Good boy. Now, as I've completed all my
work - let's have some fun!"
Rule was so charming, and such good
company for the rest of the day, that Matt found
himself relaxing again. It seemed like his new dom
knew everyone in the entire world and had so
many good stories to tell about famous people that
the day whizzed past.
"You don't need to be naked tonight; I want
you to dress for dinner," Rule said as evening fell.
"You see, we have a very special guest."
"Who?" Matt asked as Rule showed him to
his bedroom, so he could take a shower and get
dressed.
"You'll see!" Rule kissed his cheek fondly
and then left.
Matt didn't have a clue who it could be, so he
was startled, when he walked into the dining room
half an hour later, to find his mother sitting there.
"
I know who you are. I did some digging,
"
Rick said to Karl.
"
Really?
" Karl sneered.
"
Yeah. You and the chief were once friends,
but then you stole the only sub he ever really
loved. She never stopped loving him and
eventually took her own life. For some twisted
reason you blame him for that, and now you're
here to see what else you can steal from him.
"
"
How smart of you to have figured this out
all by yourself; maybe you're not as stupid as you
look. So, Agent Tanner - what precisely do you
intend to do about it?
"
"
Me? Oh, I'm here to stop you.
" Rick lunged
forward and swung his fist at Karl, who fell
backwards onto a conveniently placed mattress.
"Cut!" yelled the director. "Okay - we're done
for the night. That's a print."
"Want to come out for a drink?" Karl asked,
as Rick held out a hand to pull him up. "I'm sure
Petra won't mind - I'll make sure you don't get into
any trouble." He grinned.
Rick shrugged. "Sure. Fine." His night out
clubbing hadn't been a success, but a quiet drink
with another dom might be what he needed.
They went to a doms only bar downtown, and
Rick sat in a booth while Karl brought over a
couple of beers.
"Matt and the twins are lucky they aren't in
this episode much." Karl gave a big stretch, and
his back made a popping sound. "It's hard work."
He fingered his jaw with a groan. "I hope you