“Put the outfit on.”
I leaned over to grab the soft leather when a sharp sting on my left buttock made me suck in a breath. I straightened to give Andrew a shocked look.
“You will answer ‘Yes, Sir’, when I speak to you.”
Oh yeah, I definitely came a little with his words, and my mouth was dry when I replied, “Yes, Sir.”
I dressed quickly in the outfit. It fit perfectly even if it was a tad short and low cut. I smoothed my hands over the supple material and smiled up at him coyly. “Now what would you like me to do, Sir?” Just saying his new title excited me. I wondered what else he had in store for me.
In a day already full of shockers, Andrew unbelted his robe and dropped it to the floor. I almost fainted when I saw what he wore.
Merry Christmas to me.
Chapter Three
Imposing in bearing, and barking orders quick
I knew in a moment this must be Master Nick.
More endowed than a porn star, across the floor he came
And he whistled and shouted as he called them by name.
Now Doe and Mary, Angie and Trish
Up John and Robert, Brody and Dick.
On the floor before me, or up against the wall
Wake up and obey me, or face the sting of my flog.
For his age, Andrew had a great body, which he kept fit by going regularly to the gym. Over his powerful physique-most commonly seen in dress shirts and slacks-he wore leather straps with metal studs. His nipples-oh my god-were newly pierced with silver rings, and when my gaze followed the tapering of his torso, my excitement almost overflowed for he wore tight leather shorts with a strategically placed hole through which sprang his engorged cock. I pinched myself, sure I was dreaming.