Under His Discipline - Love Under Lockdown

My makeup was never very heavy, and he seemed to approve. It was hard to know for sure what was right. Max only mentioned things I was about to be smacked for. I figured if it went unsaid, it was okay.

My clothes were fine. The problem was that I had spent so much time thinking about what to wear that I had forgotten about posture. One look from him, and it all came flooding back.

Before he said a word, I bent over the kitchen counter with my skirt turned up and my panties down to my knees.

Max stood behind me and pressed down on the small of my back with his left hand. He then came in hard with his right.

The sound of the smack resounded through the kitchen. I yelped but didn’t move. He spanked me again on the other cheek. I could almost feel the crimson handprint rising on my milky flesh.

Max beat my ass like drums, alternating between one cheek and then the other until both were radiating with an infernal heat. My flesh was no doubt the color of a sunburn.

The faucet turned on, and before I could ask what was going on, I felt the cool touch of Max’s hand as he stroked it over my burning ass with cold water, helping quell the fire on my skin. Soon after, he kneaded my assailed flesh, making me moan with pleasure.

“How about you make breakfast today?” he said, pulling up my panties and straightening my skirt.

“Yes, Master.”

I didn’t have a lot of skills, something I would be the first to admit. One thing I could do, though, was cook. Making banana pancakes like a boss, I decorated them with powdered sugar and complimented the whole meal with orange juice.

We ate in silence, Max as unreadable as ever. I was just hoping breakfast had scored me some points after the posture problem.

“Stand up,” he ordered, pushing the empty dishes off to the side.

I obeyed. I got to my feet and waited for further instruction, wondering if I had more pain in store.

“Come here,” he said, not looking at me.

I stepped forward tentatively. As soon as I was within reach, Max seized me by both hips, making me yelp in surprise.

“I’m still hungry.”

He placed me on the table and pressed me back. Frantically, he pulled off my panties like he would die if he didn’t taste me soon.

He dove into my pussy like a man possessed, devouring my cunt like a champion pie eater. Every muscle in my body tightened at once as he licked me towards the gates of ecstasy.

I exploded all over his face, my domineering master continuing to lick as I shuddered with the aftershocks.

Max cleaned us both with one of the napkins.

“You taste delicious.”

He glanced at me a moment.

“Meet me in the office,” he said, replacing my panties and straightening my skirt.

“Yes, Master.”

Pulling myself together, literally and figuratively, I followed him up to the second level. I was steadier in high heels than I’d ever been before. There was still a falter here and there, but nowhere near the perilous, baby deer wobbles I had been doing at the magazine office.

The tight-rope training helped. I never truly doubted him, but I was never more confident in my master and his abilities to help me improve.

“Sit,” he ordered.

I couldn’t be sure, but it felt like his voice had changed and sounded softer and more caring. He sat back, steepling his fingers, looking at me with an unreadable gaze. I could almost feel it as he scanned every inch of my body.

“Good,” he said, when he finished his inspection.

“Would you like something, Master?”

“Coffee, please,” he said, already working on his computer.

The editorial board, in their infinite wisdom, continued publishing the magazine online. Rather than being on an extended vacation like we first thought, Max had the same workload he’d had before, only with meetings held on Slack. He didn’t seem to mind and worked my training around his schedule, often combining the two.

It felt like a step up, going from theory to practice. When we got back to the office after they lifted the lockdown, I felt confident that I would be fully trained and ready to serve him in the way he deserved.

The coffee machine in the kitchen wasn’t much simpler than the one at the office, but I figured it out.

Keeping my back straight and my stride even, I placed the cup on the desk. Max picked it up without looking and took a long sip.

“Sit,” he said.

I sat, back straight, shoulders pressed back against the chair, legs crossed. Something was coming. Whether it was a smack or getting screwed over his desk remained to be seen. I prayed for the latter.

I enjoyed the spanking, too, though. I’d never thought I was into pain play, but the way Max did it felt wonderful. Not as good as when he licked or fucked me, but nearly.