She sat quietly with his boots in front of her. She’d brushed all the dirt from them and was working them to a nice shine. The smell of the polish pervaded her senses and she relaxed into the task at hand, using an old t-shirt to rub the polish into the largest areas and cotton balls to get into tight spots. She hoped when she was done that he would approve of her work. She set the first boot aside and started on the second, just as careful with it as she had been the first. After both boots were done she looked them over and frowned to herself. There was more to be done. And with that, she began the process all over again.
Finally she was happy with the shine on Sir’s boots and put them away, along with her small kit of boot blacking supplies. She wasn’t the greatest at it, but she was learning more and more each time she polished his boots. She washed her hands but was unaware that she’d gotten a smudge of dark black polish on her cheek.
Kent arrived home shortly after and could catch just a whiff of shoe polish in the air. He smiled and went to inspect the boots he know that Sarah had polished for him. He picked up each boot one at a time and closely inspected both of them. They still weren’t perfect, but her skill was improving and he could give her more pointers later. Right now though, he just wanted to see her. He found her in the kitchen preparing dinner and pulled her back against him, his strong arms holding her close. “Thank you for polishing my boots, Little One. They look lovely.” Sarah smiled happily, “You’re quite welcome Sir. I don’t feel as I did a good of a job as I should’ve though. Will you teach me more about it sometime?” “Of course I will.” And his stomach rumbled, reminding her of the task she was about and she shooed him out of the kitchen to finish dinner.
Dinner eaten and dishes washed, Kent finally pointed out the smudge on her cheek. Sarah giggled until her stomach hurt. “You let me sit all through dinner with a smudge of polish on my face?” And she laughed again until she realized Kent was watching her like a hawk. “Go wash your face and come back to me. Be naked.” “Yes sir.” She hurried to do as she was told, recalling his rules about eating with a dirty face or hands, but she’d never thought she might have gotten shoe polish on her face. She wondered how that happened as she stripped herself nude and gave a shake of her short curly, red hair before returning to him, fresh faced and slightly anxious.
“Kneel up. Here” And he pointed to a space right before him. She assumed her place and dropped her gaze downward. Kent reached out and stroked her cheek gently before applying a stinging slap to the side of each of Sarah’s breasts. He repeated the processes alternating sides, watching her breasts turn pink under his ministrations. Sarah was, for her part, quite sorry about the transgression, even though it had been a simple accident she knew he should punish her for breaking the rules. When he was done with her breasts he pulled a pair of nipple clamps from his pocket and tightened them onto her nipples until she couldn’t help the whimper that escaped her mouth.
“You will keep those on for ten minutes, during which time you will stand in the corner with your nose touching the wall. Go.” Sarah rose and moved to her corner as Sir called it and pouted a little. She hated corner time. But it often taught her valuable lessons or reminded her properly of the rules she was expected to follow. The ten minutes seemed like an eternity to her as her breasts ached from being slapped around and nipples were getting a little sore from the clamps. When Kent called her back over to him she nearly sighed with relief and knelt in front of him again. He gently removed the clips, but Sarah couldn’t help her involuntary cries no more than she could help the wetness that gathered in her pussy as her nipples were freed. Really, the clamps were a sweet torture and they both knew it.
Kent kissed Sarah gently and pulled her closer to him by her already tender nipples. She moaned into his mouth and he ran his fingers down her body, in a slow, almost tickling manner. Her hands found his shoulders as they kissed and he wrapped his arms around her as she leaned into his embrace still kneeling on the floor like a good submissive should. He wanted to punish her further for her rule breaking, just to see her punished. What, he wondered, could he do next?
He broke the kiss and then gave her a wicked smile. “Bedroom, now.” She moved to rise but a gentle hand stopped her. “Hands and knees, my Love. I want to see you crawl for me.” She dropped to the ground as he requested of her and did her best to look sexy as she crawled away from him, although she was pretty certain that she just looked silly. As for Kent’s view of things, all he could focus on was that beautiful ass getting away from him. He followed her into the bedroom where he found her kneeling at the ready for his next command and smiled. He’d trained her so well. “Onto the bed with you. I have a plan.” Sarah climbed onto the bed and knew she wasn’t going to like his plan at all. As two gentle fingers began to pet her vulva, brushing her clit gently, she thought perhaps she was wrong about his plans after all and began to relax into his touch. He gently tweaked a nipple with his free hand and she gasped as the two sensations merged in her body. Slowly he touched and teased, never quite touching her the way she wanted.
Finally, his thumb found her clit and pressed down on it. She bucked her hips into his touch and before she could get the words out to ask permission to orgasm he looked at her, “No.” Kent continued his touches and teasing and even gave her kisses that only served to make her wetter for him. Once or twice he plunged his fingers inside of her, feeling that warm wetness for himself and sighed with pleasure at her responsiveness. But he did not allow her to orgasm. Eventually his little game had Sarah close to tears from her frustrations and that was when he knew it was time.
He picked up her favorite vibrator and some lube. “Roll over, Love. Up on your knees for me.” As she moved her handed her the vibrator and then lubed up his hard cock as well. He rubbed his lubricant covered fingers against her asshole and Sarah cried out. She loved being ass fucked and this would be her reward for being so good and not coming like she wanted to earlier. She moaned when she felt him slip two fingers into her ass and pushed back, helping him spread the lube further into her ass. Withdrawing his fingers, he stroked his cock a couple of times and began to push it slowly into her ass, feeling her stretch wide around him. It took all of Sarah’s self control not to move and force him all the way inside her. “Turn that vibe on, Baby. I wanna feel you come, wanna feel your ass milking my cock while I fuck you.” And he pushed harder into her.
Sarah pressed the button on the vibrator and placed it directly against her clit as all of a sudden Kent was buried balls deep in her asshole just the way she liked. “No need to ask this time. Just come for me. All you want. This is what good girls get.” He grabbed her hips and fucked her while she twitched around his cock. She loved the way he felt, rubbing against her and she slipped the vibrator into her pussy for a moment letting them both feel them and he groaned. “If you keep that up, I’ll come first and then where will you be?” She quickly moved the vibe back to her clit and began to orgasm almost instantly. He stopped fucking her, just enjoying the sensations of her orgasm washing over her and when she had relaxed again he resumed his pounding of her tight little ass. As quickly as she had, Kent swore and suddenly he was coming too, shooting himself deep into her ass. The feeling of it sent Sarah spiraling into another orgasm as well and she collapsed on the bed with Kent lying on top of her for a long moment. “Good girl,” he whispered.