and served her pizza. He had been right,
and she was absolutely ravenous. She ate half of the pizza by herself. Master Leo
seemed completely comfortable with the silence that reigned between them, but it made
Rose more and more anxious as it lengthened, and Master Leo had not said anything.
Finally, when the pizza was nearly gone, she said, “Master?”
Leo’s response was instantaneous: he got swiftly out of his own chair, came over to
her, took her forcefully from her own, and then laid her over it, with her head hung
down and her backside in the air, and began to spank her.
“Are you going to speak without being spoken to again, Rose?” he asked calmly as he
continued to spank her.
“No, Master,” she said. “No. I’m sorry.”
He stopped spanking her.
“You may get up,” he said. “Then come and stand in front of me.” When she came over,
he opened his knees, and took her hands and brought her inside his thighs. She shivered
to be naked, between his legs in their jeans.
“You may be wondering, Rose,” he said, “what you’re supposed to do if you absolutely
have to say something, like, ‘Master, there is a man with a gun behind you.’ Not that
you would warn me about that, at least right now.
“I can give you two answers to that, Rose,” he continued. “The first is that we are
the best judges of our safety and of yours. We can tell if you are falling ill, and
we can tell when you’re faking illness. The place of a concubine, if she sees a man
with a gun behind her master, is to assume that the master has asked the man to stand
there with the gun, to test the concubine. There is no reason for you to speak unless
you were spoken to, because you are a concubine. And that is the second answer, as
well. There is no emergency great enough that a concubine should dishonor herself
by speaking out of turn.
“Do you have any questions about that, Rose?”
“But what about the bathroom,” Rose said plaintively.
Leo smiled. “That you should worry about least of all. Your masters will ask if you
need to go to the bathroom every once in a while. If you do need to go, and you have
not been asked, you will hold it, or you won’t.”
“Will I be punished…?” she whispered.
“Perhaps,” Leo replied.
She felt Master Leo’s hands run up and down her legs and her bottom and her back.
He held her whole bottom in his right hand, and said, “Poor little bottom. We should
get some lotion on you. Rose, go into your bedroom and lie on your tummy on your bed.”
When she had done as Master Leo had said, and was lying on her bed, her cheek to the
pillow and her hands down by her sides, Master Leo came. He sat down on the side of
the bed. She saw that he had a tube of the old-fashioned kind, with a metallic sheen.
“We make this lotion ourselves, at the Institute,” Master Leo said in a gentle tone.
“It works wonders.”
Rose whimpered as he began to rub it into her bottom, across the welts of the cane
which had begun to sting less, but still made her wince when she moved.
“See what happens when you’re a good girl, Rose?” Leo said.
“Yes, Master,” Rose said. The response was simply instinctive. Something about the
kindness of Master Leo rubbing the lotion into her skin seemed to bring a certain
matter into focus: he was right; there was an essential part of her that was already
a concubine. That was when she decided she had to escape, because to let that part
gain control of her was unthinkable. He would have to sleep, wouldn’t he? The strange
thing was, that it no longer seemed to her that she wanted to escape from Master Leo.
Instead, she felt like she wanted to escape from herself.
Master Leo had begun rubbing the lotion into her upper thighs, and now he pushed them
apart, and began to take the sorts of liberties that she was growing used to. “There
we go, there we go,” he murmured. “Nice little cunt. Oh,
and she was absolutely ravenous. She ate half of the pizza by herself. Master Leo
seemed completely comfortable with the silence that reigned between them, but it made
Rose more and more anxious as it lengthened, and Master Leo had not said anything.
Finally, when the pizza was nearly gone, she said, “Master?”
Leo’s response was instantaneous: he got swiftly out of his own chair, came over to
her, took her forcefully from her own, and then laid her over it, with her head hung
down and her backside in the air, and began to spank her.
“Are you going to speak without being spoken to again, Rose?” he asked calmly as he
continued to spank her.
“No, Master,” she said. “No. I’m sorry.”
He stopped spanking her.
“You may get up,” he said. “Then come and stand in front of me.” When she came over,
he opened his knees, and took her hands and brought her inside his thighs. She shivered
to be naked, between his legs in their jeans.
“You may be wondering, Rose,” he said, “what you’re supposed to do if you absolutely
have to say something, like, ‘Master, there is a man with a gun behind you.’ Not that
you would warn me about that, at least right now.
“I can give you two answers to that, Rose,” he continued. “The first is that we are
the best judges of our safety and of yours. We can tell if you are falling ill, and
we can tell when you’re faking illness. The place of a concubine, if she sees a man
with a gun behind her master, is to assume that the master has asked the man to stand
there with the gun, to test the concubine. There is no reason for you to speak unless
you were spoken to, because you are a concubine. And that is the second answer, as
well. There is no emergency great enough that a concubine should dishonor herself
by speaking out of turn.
“Do you have any questions about that, Rose?”
“But what about the bathroom,” Rose said plaintively.
Leo smiled. “That you should worry about least of all. Your masters will ask if you
need to go to the bathroom every once in a while. If you do need to go, and you have
not been asked, you will hold it, or you won’t.”
“Will I be punished…?” she whispered.
“Perhaps,” Leo replied.
She felt Master Leo’s hands run up and down her legs and her bottom and her back.
He held her whole bottom in his right hand, and said, “Poor little bottom. We should
get some lotion on you. Rose, go into your bedroom and lie on your tummy on your bed.”
When she had done as Master Leo had said, and was lying on her bed, her cheek to the
pillow and her hands down by her sides, Master Leo came. He sat down on the side of
the bed. She saw that he had a tube of the old-fashioned kind, with a metallic sheen.
“We make this lotion ourselves, at the Institute,” Master Leo said in a gentle tone.
“It works wonders.”
Rose whimpered as he began to rub it into her bottom, across the welts of the cane
which had begun to sting less, but still made her wince when she moved.
“See what happens when you’re a good girl, Rose?” Leo said.
“Yes, Master,” Rose said. The response was simply instinctive. Something about the
kindness of Master Leo rubbing the lotion into her skin seemed to bring a certain
matter into focus: he was right; there was an essential part of her that was already
a concubine. That was when she decided she had to escape, because to let that part
gain control of her was unthinkable. He would have to sleep, wouldn’t he? The strange
thing was, that it no longer seemed to her that she wanted to escape from Master Leo.
Instead, she felt like she wanted to escape from herself.
Master Leo had begun rubbing the lotion into her upper thighs, and now he pushed them
apart, and began to take the sorts of liberties that she was growing used to. “There
we go, there we go,” he murmured. “Nice little cunt. Oh,
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