“Someone has to teach him a lesson,” she whispered. “It should be us.”
I didn’t say anything. It wasn’t his fault he was angry, but I felt betrayed by his hand. If Courtney was supposed to ask permission, then she should have. It wasn’t our fault she failed to do such a thing. But who was I to judge? I was the one who had sneaked away to cheat on my master and my sisters.
I was no better than her.
After a few minutes, Bettie began to massage my back and I fell asleep, happy to have a reprieve from our strange reality. She allowed me sleep for a while, my dreams taking me down deep into a dungeon where Stanley and I were alone. Our bodies tangled together in the dim candlelight. We rolled around on the soft carpet and I purred against his neck, his member plowing deep inside me. To my dismay, I was awakened from my fantasy and found Courtney’s reddened face in front of mine.
“Your master has something to say to you,” she whispered.
I looked around and sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Norman was sitting on the edge of the bed with Bettie beside him. He touched my leg and I shuddered. Hurt filled his eyes and he cleared his throat, putting his hand back in his lap.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I overreacted. But Courtney is supposed to clear activities with me before they are done. I shouldn’t have spanked you. I was angry.”
I looked down at the sheets of the bed, my bottom still feeling sore.
“Ladies, would you please leave me with Samantha,” he said.
The other two stood without question and left the room, closing the door behind them.
“Samantha,” he whispered, scooting closer on the bed. “Please, forgive me. I never want to bring you harm and I reacted too harshly to a situation that could have been discussed with a family meeting.”
He rubbed my legs. I relaxed and allowed him to touch me, guilt filling my gut as my memory of the event returned. I knew better than to say anything. If I told him now, it would ruin our moment together. How long could I hide it?
“I love you, sir,” I whispered, pushing away my horrible thoughts.
“I love you, too, darling,” he said while leaning over the bed to kiss me. “I want us to be a family and to do things together, so we’re going back to the club tonight.”
I buried my face into his neck to hide my disappointed face. While I was excited to go, I was worried Stanley might entice me to walk away from my family and commit another act of infidelity. I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to stop myself. He had been so mysterious sitting in the corner while watching me cum, and his fingers were so delicate against my skin at the party. Norman pulled me back from his neck and planted a kiss on my lips.
“Are you up for that? Would you like to go?” he asked.
I shrugged.
He leaned forward, slipped his hand up my blouse, and then pressed his lips to my ear while whispering, “I want to see you cum again.”
It caused me to shiver and smile, running my fingers up his arm.
“Well, in that case, I’ll go,” I replied.
Norman smiled.
“That’s a good girl,” he said.
Hearing this made me giggle and I followed him out of the room into the kitchen where Courtney was setting up dinner. We took our plates to the dining room and ate our fill of fajitas, quietly chewing while reflecting on the incident that happened today. Bettie looked shaken up. It had probably triggered her memories of the mansion and I felt for her, wishing that her and I could just lie in bed together instead of going out. But Norman wanted to go and we were obliged to follow.
After eating, Bettie and I cleaned up, my stomach doing flips as I rinsed plates in the sink. She noticed my sullen face and placed a hand on my shoulder.
“Are you alright, Sam?” she asked, peering deep into my eyes.
I offered a polite smile.
“Of course,” I replied. “I’m just tired.”
I wondered if she could tell that I was lying. She kissed my cheek and patted my bottom, winking as she retreated to the room to get ready. When I was done washing dishes, I followed suit and helped her pick out something sexy to wear. Norman approved of our outfits and we all piled into the car, heading for the club where I hoped I could retain my sense of fidelity.
I hoped hard tha
t I could prove myself faithful this time around.