“Show Me” AI art by me.

Sara had just stepped from the shower and faced the mirror.

“Show me,” Michael told her from the doorway.

Two powerful words every submissive knows and learns well.  There is a bit of hidden context to them, which the submissive must decide in the moment, but she knew what he meant.  

She reached back and rearranged her robe so her bottom was clearly on display for him.  Sara was well aware that the red areas from her whipping were just barely beginning to fade from yesterday. It didn’t help that Michael had taken her on the floor of the living room!  Rug burns were nothing new to the young bride.

His smirk irritated and pleased her at the same time.  “What?” She asked in her little girl way.

“Admiring my handiwork.” He answered and winked.

It didn’t matter how many times he said the exact words; she still blushed at his frank gaze and blunt wording.  

“Now both sets of cheeks are red.” He laughed and reached over to spank her right bottom cheek.

She squealed appropriately but made no move to flinch or dodge.  It was his right to do so.  Her ass belonged to him as well as all the other parts.  Sara was pleased with the arrangement.  His handprint also stirred her sex a bit.

“Do you have to go now?” She asked as she turned to face him.  Her tongue came out slightly and wet her lips.  Sara knew he’d understand.

“There’s always time to attend to my wife.” He smiled.

Sara cast off the robe, knelt before him, and unzipped his slacks.  She loved his cock and enjoyed the texture, warmth, and taste of it.  Bobbing up and down his shaft, she tickled his balls as he liked.  She was rewarded with a deep moan from the man she loved and obeyed.  

Her worship was because she just craved his cock and cum, but there was also another motive to it.  She was aware he’d be picking out his personal assistant today.  It had been part of the promotional package.  Sara knew better than to ask too much or seem jealous.  In fact, she wanted to be sure he understood.

As he came and she swallowed like the good girl she was, Sara kissed and licked him, then kissed his head with a heated look up into his eyes.  “Thank you, Sir, for attending to me.” She grinned, using his own words.

“My pleasure.” He smiled as she zipped him back together.

“Not only, Sir.” She rose and placed her hands on his chest.  “Have fun picking out your assistant.  I want it clear, I expect you to pick an intelligent and capable one, but I also want you to enjoy picking one that speaks to other things as well.”  Her hand trailed down to caress his cock through his pants.

His eyebrow raised. “Really?” He asked.

She just nodded.  “I am not worried about my place with you, Sir.  I also know you try very hard to be discreet in looking at the other young wives in town.  They look at you a lot, too.” 

He made an incredulous face.

“Yes, they do, Sir.  It pleases me because I am proud that you’re my husband, my Sir, and my Lover.  Others wanting you makes me feel even more special that you chose me.”  She smiled.  “Other wives tell me that personal assistants are often applicants to the community but have no spouse as yet.  They wish to find a way into the town through…other means.”

Michael nodded.  “I’ve heard of it.”

Sara was pleased he was being transparent as always.

“And…have you considered the future possibilities of that, Sir?” She asked and tilted her head.

He looked into her eyes, then slowly grinned.  “Of course.”

She nodded once more.  “Good.  Choose well, and I have only a few requests.  I know they are only requests and you need not follow them.”

He nodded.

“You be as transparent with her as you are with me.  If you find out she isn’t up to your standards of quality, then get another assistant.  Be up front with what you want and see what she wants.  I’d hope you will tell me how this goes.”  Sara explained.

Michael smiled wider.  “I’m very proud you’re my wife, my submissive, and my lover.  You can hold such authority while standing nude before me.  It speaks well of you.”

Sara blushed again.  “And of your choice in me.  I wouldn’t be like this without your helping me learn.” She reached back and rubbed her bottom with a fake grimace.

“I’ll call or text you about how it goes.” Michael turned to go, then stopped and turned back.  “Perhaps, if I find a suitable candidate, lunch with you should be a final requisite so that I can get your take on her.  You’re likely to see things I miss.”

Sara giggled.  “You’re learning, too, Sir.  I’d love that.  Let me know the details, and I’ll be there.”

Michael pulled her into his arms and kissed her soundly until she was gasping for breath and equilibrium.  A final swat on her tender bottom, and he walked out of the bedroom.

Sara didn’t go back for the robe.  Why?  She was alone, and she liked not having the fabric rub on her sore ass.  This prompted her to go to her panties drawer.  

For the next few minutes, she sorted out all the bikini cut panties and boy shorts into one pile and all the thongs into another one.  She paused and wondered if she should keep one pair of “granny panties” for when she had to do medical things, but shook her head.  Who cares?  Her spanked ass was already seen by anyone who wished to see in the community.  What was the point?

Finding an old bag in her closet, she put all her vanilla panties in it, tied it off, and placed it in the back.  Sara was going to be thongs or nothing.  She giggled.  Perhaps nothing would feel great today under a soft enough skirt?  No, she had lunch with Michael and his new assistant.  

Sara stepped into one of her more petite thongs and shimmied.  She picked out a lovely, short, floofy skirt that might blow up in a breeze.  She was feeling a bit naughty today.  It was getting cool enough outside to wear a thin sweater, so she opted for a small, underbra to keep her breasts somewhat in check.  She wasn’t a double-D but a respectable C cup.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Sara frowned.  Who could that be?

Barefoot and still with wet hair, she skimmed down the stairs to the front door.  Peaking through the hole first, another lesson drilled into her backside, she saw it was Mr. Thompson.  He was holding a rose and a card.

Sara blushed a bit from her recent memory of being over his lap and sobbing as his hands tenderized her quite nicely into a puddle of contrite tears.  What could he want?

She took a slow breath and opened the door.

“Hello, Mr. Thompson.” She smiled at him.

He smiled back and looked a little embarrassed now that she was in front of him.

“Well, I was going to just leave this on the doorstep like a blushing schoolboy, but figured I was too old for that kind of thing.  Here.” He handed her the card and the rose.  Sara hadn’t seen that it was already in a small, crystal vase.  It was beautiful.

“Should I open it here?” She asked.

He shrugged.  “Either that or I’m fine to just thank you for taking things so well yesterday and go.”

Sara blushed again at his praise of her demeanor.  “Oh, I don’t think I took it all that well, Sir.” She fell into the normal address of a dominant.  Michael would understand.

He grinned again.  “That’s nice of you to say, Ma’am, but I know how hard I spank and you took it well enough to keep position.  That speaks to you and to your husband’s training, I’d expect.”

“That’s for sure.” She nodded.  “My thighs get spanked if I move too much, and I like wearing skirts and shorts.”

“So I see.” His eyes twinkled a little.

Sara felt a throb in her throat and heat go through her skin from head to toe.  Mr. Thompson was admiring her, and she found that she liked it.  She liked it a lot.

“Sir, you’ve spanked me bare-assed across your knee.  I don’t think we need to stand on ceremony.  Will you come inside while I read the card, please?” She opened the door wider.

He frowned.  “Well, I don’t want you to misunderstand me.  I just wanted to express my thanks.”

Sara stepped back and watched as he followed her inside.  She didn’t close the door all the way, but mostly.  “There…for propriety’s sake, right?” She shrugged.

He nodded.

She opened the card to read what it said verbatim, what he’d just told her.  He wasn’t a man for using too many words.  “Thank you for this and the rose, Sir, but I have to ask.  Is this normal?  We’re still fairly new to the town.  Does the punished person often get a thank you and a rose?”

He laughed.  “Oh, hell, no.  It’s a bit unusual but…”  He sighed and seemed at a loss for words.

Sara thought she understood.  “You enjoyed spanking me yesterday and not just to teach me a much-needed lesson, didn’t you, Sir?”

He shrugged and nodded.  “My sweet Alice passed away a couple of years ago, but they let me stay in the town even when I don’t have a spouse.  It’s been a while since I had such a lovely bottom over my lap.”

Sara smiled wider and even warmer now.  She knew she must be beet red.  “Oh, wow.  Um…thank you, Sir.”

He held up his hands, palms out.  “I’m not about to suggest you enjoyed it at all, but it just felt wrong not to say thanks for being a good girl and taking your licks.”

Sara sniffed the lovely aroma of the rose.  “Can I make you a cup of coffee, Sir, please?” She gave him one of her better smiles.

“Well…” He hesitated.  “I don’t know…Can I buy you a cup at the diner in town?”

She nodded.  “I’ll go meet you, but I am buying the cup, Sir.  I won’t hear otherwise.  Please?” She softened her tone.

He laughed.  “Figured you for a bit of a firecracker.  Sure.  I’ll meet you there in a few minutes.”

She nodded, then she quickly stepped forward and hugged him.  “Thank you for my spanking, Sir.  I deserved it and didn’t thank you properly at the time.  I’ve never been spanked that hard in my life, but…I didn’t hate it.” She whispered into his ear.

It was his turn to blush as she pulled away.  Sara turned to put the rose on a table so she could give him time to compose himself.

“See you soon?” She asked as she turned back.

Mr. Thompson nodded with a slow but heartfelt smile.  “My pleasure, Ma’am.”

“Sara, please, Sir.” She corrected.

“Sara then…I’m Leon.” He nodded once more and turned to go out the door.

She watched him go back to his car and surveyed her feelings about it all.  There was something a little sad and lonely about Leon that tugged at her heartstrings.  Sara would never say she was glad to have hit his bumper.  Her tender bottom spoke otherwise and consistently, but a part of her was glad she had been able to…lift his spirits a bit? She grinned wickedly and headed for her shoes.