I turned the key in the lock and pushed the door open. It had been a long day at work. Our recent hire for Director of Operations just wasn't working out how I'd hoped. He had come from a much larger corporate environment. While I'd hoped that it would bring some semblance of order to our young startup environment, I found him to just be rigid. I knew it was a risk when hiring him and wasn't just yet ready to throw the towel in, but I was beginning to worry that he might not be the right fit.
As I hung my jacket in the front closet and loosened my tie, I wondered if Jasmine would be waiting for me in the kitchen as instructed. I was 15 minutes later then I'd told her I'd be but my gut told me she'd be waiting as instructed.
As I walked into the kitchen I smiled when I saw her nude body so elegantly kneeling with her legs slightly spread, palms facing up and her eyes facing downward. Even now, as i entered, her head never raised up to confirm it was me.
Jasmine wasn't my first submissive but she was unique. The first girl I'd explored D/S dynamics with had turned out to be unhealthy. As we ventured deeper into the dynamic she became clingy and couldn't function without me. Basic day to day living and decision making paralyzed her. Submission was clearly an escape. While the issues were different with the next two girls I explored with, they were clearly approaching it in an unhealthy way.
With Jasmine, it was different. She was young, only 23, but already had a successful career as a software engineer in a cyber security company. She definitely had her fair share of traumas but was psychologically strong. Her desire to submit was coming from a controlled place and felt so much healthier than the prior relationships.
You'd think her submission would be to a lesser extent than the other girls, but, to the contrary, she was more patient and always followed instructions to the T.
As I approached her kneeling body, I stuck my black brogues in front of her. I didnt have to say a word, she bent down to kiss them gently.
"Good girl" I said as I stroked her hair. I could see her eyes light up. It was amazing how those words affected her the same way every time, even two months into the relationship.
"Thank you, sir" she said while smiling from ear to ear. It was hard not smile back at that youthful innocence.
"Follow me to the couch" I said as I walked to the living room. She continued to crawl, gracefully arching her back, as I had not given her instruction to get up yet.
I motioned her to get over my lap for her daily spanking. She hadn't done anything wrong amd as such they wouldn't be intense. It was more about grounding her as she had a tough time pulling back from her stressful work environment and this was her way of shutting it all out.
She bent over and I could feel she was starting to get wet. I slowly started massaging her cheeks in preparation for her first slap. As the first one hit I felt her whole body loosen and knew it was working.
"One, thank you, sir." As part of her rules, she always had to count spanking or canings wether or not they were for punishment. I want her to always remember that even when I have to discipline her, its for her own good and saying it out loud helps cement that.
By the time we reached ten, I could feel her moisture on my pants. I stuck two finger in her opening to get them wet and as I pulled then out and put them near her face she obediently opened her mouth snd began to suck.
"How does it taste?" I asked.
"Salty" she said with a giggle. I'd never had her taste her own juices and was impressed there was no hesitation when opening her mouth to take my fingers.
To be continued...
