A couple years ago I was sent this picture by a reader of my previous blog. It started something fun and I cherish the memories associated with it. I came across it again today on Fet then got inspired to “rewrite” a story I wrote for it long ago.

Marie stomped her foot at me. “No, Sir.”

“What?!” I asked in shock.

She looked me once in the eye then bowed her head. “No, Sir, I will not obey you anymore.” Her voice was quiet but firm.

I had been engaged by Marie’s mother to give Marie advanced lessons in English and Literature for her University Entrance Exams. It had been made crystal clear I was to be obeyed in all things. It was also made clear I had the right to phyiscally punish her. Her mother had smiled at this but readily agreed. Marie had also agreed and promised.

The beautiful French young woman had test me the first week and learned she really would get spanked like a little girl until she was crying and begging me to stop. I didn’t until she promised to be good.

Marie hadn’t tested me much since. Over the past three months, it was usually once every three weeks that I needed to correct her. I’d spanked, paddled, and the last time I had used my belt. This was all on her bare bottom, kneeling in a chair in the living room, her mother just in the other room at all times.

It had not escaped my notice that Marie was becoming aroused by these times. I could detect the fine scent of it and see her pretty pink nipples hard as stones before and after. Her eyes would rake over me as she apologized and thanked me for her punishment. I suppose I should have sensed trouble when I used the belt.

Marie’s bottom had been a deep, dark red with several spots showing she’d bruise over the next day or so. After I told her she was done, she rose off the chair but knelt before me, took my belt, and kissed it. Her eyes blazed up into mine as she did so. I said nothing. I wasn’t going to encourage her.

“What do you mean you’ll no longer obey?” I asked further.

Marie huffed then said something very quickly in French I didn’t catch but it wasn’t to me but her mother in the kitchen.

Her mother appeared in the doorway.

“Mr. Grey, I will be leaving you two alone now. What Marie will tell you is known to me. We have discussed it. Make your own decisions but I support whatever you two decide.” With that, she turned and walked out of the elegant apartment.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked Marie.

Her little grin sent waves of arousal and caution through me. I felt like I’d been set up.

“I will no longer obey you as your student, Sir. I wish to obey you as…something much more than that.” She replied and began to take off her blouse.

Marie was well blessed with perky, rounded breasts. I’d seen them before but it felt different this time.

“I beg you, Sir, touch me, touch them? Please?” She moved closer and stuck them out to me.

I was easily over twice her age but I’d been in France long enough to know this mattered very little. Hell, I’d wanted to for a while now.

My hands cupped her breasts and she moaned softly. “Thank you, Sir. Squeeze as hard as you wish, my sweet sadist.” Her eyes challenged me to dispute it.

I squeezed until she cried out in pain AND in pleasure. Pinching her nipples, I pulled back enough to twist them hard.

“Mmmm, ohhh, yes, Sir…yes!” Marie threw her head back. “Please, I want to be your lover, your toy, your slave, your piece of ass.” It was fun to hear that last part with her accent. “I want you to own me.”

I looked to where her mother had gone. “You two discussed this?”

“We did. She knows better than to try and talk me out of it. In fact, I think she approves and would have done the same if she were younger.” Marie looked smug. “I know you want me, Sir. I can…feel it.”

She drew right up to me. “May I feel it, Sir?” She begged.

I nodded.

Her hand quickly went to cradle around my erection and rub along the shaft. “My God, yes, I want you in my mouth, my pussy…my ass eventually. Eventually only because I know I need to be stretched a little first.” She giggled.

As I watched, she undid her skirt and let it fall to show she was wearing nothing under it. Her soft fan of bush above her pussy was as beautiful as ever.

“You are the only reason I don’t go bare-skinned, Sir. I know you like a little strip, no?” She cocked her head.

“Yes, I do but how did you know that?” I asked.

She shrugged. “I will tell you everything after my punishment then my ravishing if you decide to keep me, Sir. I did disobey, after all, yes?” She looked up in question.

“You did. Up on the chair.” I told her.

“With pleasure, Sir.” She whispered and got into position.

This time I grabbed the hair on the back of her head to hold her tight as I spanked her for a while to warm up her bottom. She was squirming and sniffling a little before I finished.

“Now the belt.” I told her.

“I love my master’s belt.” She whimpered.

“We’ll see.” I doubled it and whipped her firmly. It was the hardest I’d ever punished her but she kept raising her ass back up for more. Sobs began to break out of her but I was relentless.

“You will be mine.” I grunted.

“Yes, Sir.” She moaned.

“You will obey in ALL things.” I gasped.

“YES, SIR!” She squealed as I lashed her upper thighs.

“You are my property, my slave, my fucktoy.” I accentuated each title with a stroke of th belt.

“YES, YES, YES, my Master!!” She screamed and shook her whole body.

I tossed the belt down to the floor.

“Kneel.” I commanded.

She moved quickly to kneel before me then bowed her head down far enough to kiss the toes of my shoes. “Yes, Master.” She sniffled.

“Now the belt.” I told her.

She reached for it and gave it several tender kisses. “I kiss my master’s whip and thank him for my whipping.” She murmured in a thick voice.

“I will keep you.” I announced.

“I will make sure you never regret that, Sir.” She looked up for the first time and the adoration in her eyes hit me like a wave of sensual warmth.

“Better not.” I grinned. “First thing, I’ll want you collared so everyone will know you are owned.”

She nodded and grinned widely. “Yes, please, Sir. May I also have a leash for it?”

I laughed. “So I can take you on walks in the park?”

“Of course.” She shrugged. “Then spank or fuck me in front of the old men to give them a thrill.” She giggled. “Your slave is very much a slut for you, too.”

“Oh?” I asked.

Her eyes fell on my crotch. “May I show you, please, please, oh, please, Master?” She licked her lips slowly.

I let her and then fucked her hard in the same chair we’d been using for punishments a few minutes later. She was vocal in her pleasure of me. My back and shoulders bore a few marks from her nails which she apologized for until I told her I liked it.

She shrugged. “Just marking what is also mine, Sir.”

I now have a teaching assistant on my other jobs. She fetches, she carries, she obeys, and all my male students and a few of the female ones are enamored with her. The collar she wears and the leash they see on her sometimes dissuades any inappropriate talk.