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By:Kristin Frasier & Abigail Moore


I was left kneeling on the floor, staring after him. All that build-up, all that huge turn-on, doing what he said, doing everything as well as I could — and he left me like this. The disappointment was extreme. I sat back on my heels, then jerked forward again, hissing with pain from my spanked ass.

“You fucking cunt! You fucking stupid, cuntish prick of a …” I tried to think of every single swear word I’d ever heard of that might make me feel better. But nothing would help with the disappointment of finding out that I might just be being used here. I heaved myself to my feet, tugging the negligee unknotted to try and cover myself. I’d better get that shower, though I fucking well wasn’t going to hurry myself for that obnoxious asshole.





James





I woke up and stretched. Looking at the light outside the hotel windows, I thought it was probably only about five am. I looked at Toni. She was curled up fast asleep, her hair spilling around her head. I smiled. She was like a tiny kitten, and I had plans for her.

I carefully slipped out of bed without waking her, and went to the bathroom. Yesterday had been quite eventful for her, and after our picnic I had taken her to the presidential suite of the hotel. I hadn’t seen the need to tell her it was one of my investments, but the staff were all over us, of course, and she was wide-eyed.

I had plans for this young lady today, and I thought this lesson would be more interesting if she were out of her comfort zone. One phone call had seen Lawrence book the suite and deliver overnight bags for each of us.

“But Anne might not have chosen what I want to bring.” Toni had been dismayed. “Part of the fun of going away is choosing what to take.”

“Toni, this is not a holiday. We are here for one night, because your lesson tomorrow morning is here.” I enjoyed seeing her slight quiver as she wondered what the lesson would entail.

Our picnic and afternoon shopping sessions had relaxed her, and over dinner we had chatted about her past and school. She talked incessantly about Paul and how well her app was coming along.

“One day soon, I hope you’ll be able to tell me what your app is all about.” I smiled, trying not to put pressure on her.

I also tried very hard to tamp down my feelings of anger and jealousy that she seemed to be getting on so well with Paul. It was his job, I told myself. It was his job to get on with the client and to keep her happy.

Then we had come up to the suite, and I'd enjoyed watching her exclamations of delight as she explored the utter luxury, taken her shoes off to scamper across the deep pile carpet and to curl up in the expansive leather furniture.

But now, it was time. I slipped on the casual clothing that Lawrence had packed, took out the small black silk bag he had packed on my instructions, and placed it at the foot of the bed. Then I knelt beside the bed, and began smoothing my hands along her shoulders and arms, pulling back the comforter.

She moaned and grumbled in her sleep, curling even tighter. I smiled. This time she was going to get up without any issues.

“Come along, Antonia, it's time to get up. Your lesson has begun.” I let my fingers trace down the side of her body and slip between her thighs. As they slicked along her pussy lips, she moaned again and her thighs parted for me. She was wet. Already she was wet for me. Perhaps she had been dreaming.

I slid a finger into her core, letting my thumb drift up and press on her clit. Her hips pushed forward into my hand, and I let my hand continue to stimulate her while my other hand pushed the hair back from her forehead, and I dropped a kiss lightly on her lips.

“No, really. It’s time to get up, because it’s time for your lesson.” And with those words I took my hand from her clenching center, tucked my hands behind her knees and pulled her to the edge of the bed, using both hands to sit her up.

She groaned, and yawned. Opening her eyes properly she looked at me, and then at the windows.

“Good God! James. It's the crack of dawn. Why on Earth have you woken me so early?”

“Self discipline, Toni. Yesterday taught me that you need to be able to rise and fulfill your duties and that this will be a hard lesson for you. So in the future, when I need to teach you anything, it will be early in the morning.” I put out my hand. “Come on, get up.”

She took my hand, but the rest of her stretched and yawned.

“All right, then,” she said. I led her to the middle of the room and used my hands to make her stand still. Using my foot, I nudged her feet apart until she was standing with her feet shoulder width apart, and her hands by her side.

“All right, Antonia, I want to correct your posture here. Look straight ahead. Imagine there is a cord coming from the top of your head, and it's pulling your body upwards, tall and straight. Yes, that's good.” I walked slowly around her, pressing her shoulders back and up, and then pressing on her ass and her tummy at the same time to make her tuck her tail in.