bed wrapped in a towel or robe, trying to not let Ray see her naked, lest he offer one of his negative comments. Victor's kind words about her figure had given her confidence. Within a few minutes she was back with a tray holding their coffee. She sat facing him as he leaned back against the headboard to sip his drink.
"Just how I like it," he said, approvingly.
"I overheard how you ordered it from the production assistant today."
Victor smiled at her. "You are indeed a natural-born submissive."
"Being with you like this is wonderful, Sir," she said. She set her coffee down on the nightstand, took his from him, and set it beside hers. Then she leaned forward and kissed him on his coffee-flavored lips. Victor looked surprised at her sneak attack. She saw something in his eyes, just for a moment, a vulnerability she'd never seen before. He quickly blinked and resumed his usual unreadable expression. Alice quirked an eyebrow at him. "What was that look about?"
"I rarely kiss, and never at the club," Victor explained.
"But you've kissed me," Alice started to say, and then realized the importance of that information. "Thank you, Sir," she whispered. "I have a question about what happened in bed," she continued, hesitantly.
"Of course, you may ask me anything. What is it?"
"When I was begging you—remember, you stopped and I kept saying please, please, please over and over again, and that was the first time I called you …" she stopped and dipped her chin, suddenly terribly embarrassed.
"Master?"
"Yes, that," Alice said, lifting her head. "Was that the 'sexual teasing' you mentioned when you talked about being a—a sadist?"
"Exactly," Victor replied. His smile turned to concern. "Did you find it too cruel?" he asked.
Alice gave him a big smile. "Actually, it was quite …" she looked away and searched for the word "… titillating."
Victor smiled back at her. "And very well timed, don't you agree?"
"Yes, Sir. By the way, I think I can handle whatever you have to dish out, Sir."
"Oh you do, do you?" Victor asked, pouncing on her and tickling her until she was shrieking with laughter. He had her pinned to the bed and was leaning over her. "Alice, sadism is about providing a sub with intense stimulation. Sometimes it can be pain, but sometimes it is something else entirely," Victor explained, growing serious again.
Alice murmured, "You've given me a lot to think about, Sir."
"Here is something else to think about, Alice. You realize that you were very naughty earlier." Alice swallowed, remembering.
"Yes sir," she said, looking up at him. "I didn't respond to your orders quickly enough, I know."
"And now it is time to pay the piper."
Alice's heart started to speed up. "What do you mean?" she asked, her eyes as big as saucers.
He climbed off her and out of bed and held out his hand.
Alice stood, glad that the lights were dim. He led her into the darkened living room, where he took one of the wooden dining room chairs and moved it away from the table, facing her. Alice held back. What was he going to do? He stopped and turned towards her, his eyes meeting hers. He slowly sat in the chair and looked up at her, then patted his lap.
"Right over, Alice. Bottoms up."
Alice's eyes widened, and for a moment she forgot to breathe.
"Again you hesitate, Little One? Then you will receive an especially harsh spanking."
"Spanking?" Alice squeaked. "Why, I haven't been spanked since I was little!"
"Then it is well earned and long overdue. Right over." He patted his lap again. Alice gulped and hesitantly climbed over Victor's lap. She could feel herself reddening from head to toe. Even though she knew that this was standard D/S play, the experience was surprisingly embarrassing. She put her hands out on the floor. Victor had one arm over her waist, and she felt firmly held in place.
Victor began to lecture: "You are mine, Alice. I
"Just how I like it," he said, approvingly.
"I overheard how you ordered it from the production assistant today."
Victor smiled at her. "You are indeed a natural-born submissive."
"Being with you like this is wonderful, Sir," she said. She set her coffee down on the nightstand, took his from him, and set it beside hers. Then she leaned forward and kissed him on his coffee-flavored lips. Victor looked surprised at her sneak attack. She saw something in his eyes, just for a moment, a vulnerability she'd never seen before. He quickly blinked and resumed his usual unreadable expression. Alice quirked an eyebrow at him. "What was that look about?"
"I rarely kiss, and never at the club," Victor explained.
"But you've kissed me," Alice started to say, and then realized the importance of that information. "Thank you, Sir," she whispered. "I have a question about what happened in bed," she continued, hesitantly.
"Of course, you may ask me anything. What is it?"
"When I was begging you—remember, you stopped and I kept saying please, please, please over and over again, and that was the first time I called you …" she stopped and dipped her chin, suddenly terribly embarrassed.
"Master?"
"Yes, that," Alice said, lifting her head. "Was that the 'sexual teasing' you mentioned when you talked about being a—a sadist?"
"Exactly," Victor replied. His smile turned to concern. "Did you find it too cruel?" he asked.
Alice gave him a big smile. "Actually, it was quite …" she looked away and searched for the word "… titillating."
Victor smiled back at her. "And very well timed, don't you agree?"
"Yes, Sir. By the way, I think I can handle whatever you have to dish out, Sir."
"Oh you do, do you?" Victor asked, pouncing on her and tickling her until she was shrieking with laughter. He had her pinned to the bed and was leaning over her. "Alice, sadism is about providing a sub with intense stimulation. Sometimes it can be pain, but sometimes it is something else entirely," Victor explained, growing serious again.
Alice murmured, "You've given me a lot to think about, Sir."
"Here is something else to think about, Alice. You realize that you were very naughty earlier." Alice swallowed, remembering.
"Yes sir," she said, looking up at him. "I didn't respond to your orders quickly enough, I know."
"And now it is time to pay the piper."
Alice's heart started to speed up. "What do you mean?" she asked, her eyes as big as saucers.
He climbed off her and out of bed and held out his hand.
Alice stood, glad that the lights were dim. He led her into the darkened living room, where he took one of the wooden dining room chairs and moved it away from the table, facing her. Alice held back. What was he going to do? He stopped and turned towards her, his eyes meeting hers. He slowly sat in the chair and looked up at her, then patted his lap.
"Right over, Alice. Bottoms up."
Alice's eyes widened, and for a moment she forgot to breathe.
"Again you hesitate, Little One? Then you will receive an especially harsh spanking."
"Spanking?" Alice squeaked. "Why, I haven't been spanked since I was little!"
"Then it is well earned and long overdue. Right over." He patted his lap again. Alice gulped and hesitantly climbed over Victor's lap. She could feel herself reddening from head to toe. Even though she knew that this was standard D/S play, the experience was surprisingly embarrassing. She put her hands out on the floor. Victor had one arm over her waist, and she felt firmly held in place.
Victor began to lecture: "You are mine, Alice. I