A sudden chilling feeling travels down her body as she looks down and sees she has nothing on at al exceptsomething around her neck. Slowly she reaches up to touch this thing around her neck then suddenly realizes there is something attached to the back of it. She reaches back and touches what feels like a leash. She is kneeled and without understanding why she is content to be there. A man is sitting beside her with the other end of the leash in his hand. Across the room is another man. The two are talking casually paying her no attention as they speak. She badly wants to look up at his face but can not will herself to do so. She has the feeling of knowing more about this man than others. Suddenly she feels his fingers on the back of her neck as the leash is unhooked. He places a glass in front of her. "Get me some more please dear." She nods quickly as she takes the glass and rises to her feet and moves to gracefully refill his drink. She gracefully floats back to his side never dropping a drop as she kneels back in her spot beside him. She holds the glass in front of her and waits patiently so as not to interrupt his converstation. Finally he takes the glass and rehooks the leash. Quickly she glances up to his lap and see a crop whip sitting there. Her eyes quickly fall back to the floor but not before her gaze is noticed by the other man. "I believe your pet is letting her curiousity get the best of her." He says slightly amused. The man holding the leash looks down at her and sharply tugs the leash which causes her to jerk slightly. "Do we have wandering eyes tonight slave?" His voice sharp and almost frightening. She begins to tremble knowing she is in trouble. She nods slightly and quickly but quietly responds. "Yes Master she does. She begs Master for forgivness." She hears him sigh deeply. She feel herself become sad knowing she has displeased him. "Does my girl need to be punished?" She quickly turns kneeling in front of him placing her head between his feet so that her sex is exposed not only to the other man but also anyone else entering the room. "Yes Master she has displeased Master and deserves any punishment Master gives her." She prepares herself for her punishment. Her body begins to tremble even more as she feels his eyes on her studying her carefully. "I do believe you are right my pet." She feels a sting of hurt at the word "pet." He rises and leads her to the center of the room where this is a soft rug spread know as the "bad girl" rug. He simply points to the rug and immediately she moves to the rug kneeling with her backside facing towards him, her hands out in front of her, her forehead gently placed on the rug between her arms. Her back so straight that if a board was placed upon it there would be hardly any light expect for the natural curve of her lower back. She can hear him walking slowly around her but she remains perfectly still waiting patiently for her punishment. He slowly makes his way around her with his whip in hand. He begins to gently trail the whip up and down her back as he watches her body tense up as she prepares herself for each lash. He smiles as he walks slowly back to her backside still running the whip down her back to her backside where he lets it linger for a moment before sharply slapping her backside several times getting harder each time. At first she simply flinches then as they get harder she begins to cry out quietly at first then growing louder with each strike. he smiles as he sees glowing red whelps forming. He lightly teases her wet sex with the tip of his whip. She feels tears forming as she feels herself becoming more and more aroused. She moans loudly as she feels the tip of the whip lightly spanking her sex making it throb with desire as she begins to squirm. She hears the friend laughing as she squirms then suddenly it stops. He stops, slowly stepping back so that he can admire his work while running his hand slowly over each whelp on the girls backside. He hears her moan slightly with disappointment, he quickly and harshly spanks her for it. She lets out a loud cry then bites her lip. "Now slave turn around and face me." She quickly raises her head and turns to face him, keeping her head down to show not only her respect but also that she is sorry, she sits back on her wincing slightly as she does so. He places the whip under her chin lifting her face up. "Look at me." He says firmly yet gently. She lets her emerald green eyes drift up to meet his feeling the dominance in them as she does each time she looks into them. "Now are you sorry for what you did girl?" She nods quickly knowing not to speak at this point. "Were you a bad girl in doing it?" She nods again. "This I expect a voiced answer. Do you think your punishment should be over with?" She looks at him with almost pleading eyes as she answers softly. "Only if Master wishes it and is content with the punishment." She feels the whip removed from under chin and she quickly drops her head lowering her eyes to the floor. She feels him tug her leash roughly as he moves back to his chair. But before he sits back down he points to her signaling for her to get to it which she does quickly and gracefully. "Now my slave" He says as he squats down in front of her. "You are going to sit here not moving and you are not allowed to touch Master until told you may understand?" She feels tears well up as she nods placing her hands on her thighs and keeping her eyes to the floor. He sits back in his chair and hangs his hand right in front of her knowing she will want to place her cheek in it. "She takes punishments very well." His friend states as he notes a tear hitting the floor in front of the girl but says nothing. The man beside her nods looking down at the girl. "Yes she does. She can be such a good girl most of the time. But she has her bad periods." She sits quietly crying and craving his touch. She waits impatiently for him to end the punishment. As she sits listening to the men talking she feels the sadness slowly leaving her and content and calmness replacing it. She slowly raises her head keeping her eyes to the floor. The man next to her notes this and smiles slightly knowing that she is returning to her "good girl" state of mind. She sits feeling proud that her Master care enough to punish her when she steps out of line as she did this night. The man continues to speak with his friend as he gently strokes her cheek with his fingers. She smiles happily feeling the care and love in such a simple touch. He looks down at her and leans over with his glass in his hand. He puts the glass in front of her. "Get you a drink dear." She slowly takes the glass in both hands and takes a long drink before placing the glass back in his hands. He smiles as he watches her squirm with slight discomfort. "You may curl up and rest if you would like to to dear." He tells her gently. "Thank you Master." She slowly turns a circle before laying down and curling up close to his chair. "Who is this man that I keep calling Master?" This is the last thought before Sierra suddenly jerks awake. She sits up in her bed and glances at the clock. It cruelly shows three thirty in the morning. She flops back onto her pillow trying to calm her mind and heart as she drifts slowly back to sleep.
A slaves life: Part two
