The Fort Part 3- Looking Back
Chapter 27- Assignment
© L 2025
As we build the castle, and I repeatedly tell you what to do, we continue our conversation, laughing, smiling, and both equally enjoying ourselves, as we continue to reminisce...
Downstairs, you asked me how I was feeling as you split the sandwiches you had made for my first official lunch as your tenant onto two plates. A bit better I said, but I was now really starting to panic. My assignment wasn't ready, I didn’t have enough time to finish it and I may have lost the whole thing. 'I hope you don't mind but I took a look at it while you were sleeping', you say gesturing to my laptop. 'I got it working, and I've added you to my cloud'. I look at you so relived but puzzled, yes I'm not completely stupid, I know what the cloud is, but technology wasn't my strongest subject. You open my laptop and show me, you tell me to bring up my assignment, and once I have you show me how to save it onto the cloud. You explain that my laptop is old, has seen better days and that if it stops working and I save my work to the cloud, it's not lost. Telling me to follow you, we head back upstairs into your office and you open your personal laptop. You bring up the cloud, my own personal file and there is my assignment.
You see me visibility relax and then you stand, I'm perched on the corner of your desk. You stand so close to me that your right leg pushes between my thighs, you grab my waist. Looking at me you say forcefully 'if you let me, I will guide you to complete your assignment on time'. I'm not sure if you had asked me my name I would have been able to answer you in that moment. This was the dominant in you wanting the best for me. It wasn't you wanting to play, to fuck me. I'm not even sure I was sexually aroused, but my mind was aching to submit to you, and to be honest, if it got my assignment finished then why would I say no. 'I would love your help J', I whispered looking down, in these moments I never felt worthy enough to look at you. With your finger under my chin, you lifted my eyes back to yours, 'if we do this, it's not J, it's Sir. You will do as I order, and I will punish you immediately if you don't. No sex, you haven't signed our latest contract. Call this what you want, but I am doing this to help you'. 'Thank you Sir', I said feeling more relaxed and optimistic than I had done in days.
You took my hand and ordered me to follow you. We go into my bedroom. When you fetched my laptop you decided to organise my moving boxes. Each was open, you promised me you hadn't gone through them, apart from the two I had ripped apart and scattered the contents over the floor, which were now in a neat pile on my bed. You told me you wanted me to unpack, yes I had to get on with my assignment, but I wouldn't be productive working in a room surrounded by chaos. You suggested I do most of it, I didn’t have have to finish completely, but at least put away my clothes, unpack the box that was clearly labelled 'Uni Stuff', given I would likely need things from it. I should arrange my desk then I was to come and find you. You added you would be inspecting what I'd done, and if it was clear I had sat on my bed playing on my phone for the majority of the time, I would be punished. Then you left momentarily and returned with your tawse telling me this toy, that you knew I didn’t enjoy, would be delivering any punishment I received. You were being serious, I think I knew before seeing it you were, but seeing the tawse in your hand made it much more real. 'Yes Sir, I understand'. You beckoned me to join you for lunch, so you knew I had eaten.
After lunch I hurried to my bedroom, you had made it clear it wouldn't take me long to get organised, and you were right. You were very insistent when it came to time keeping, something I was the complete opposite of, in fact it was the one thing that made me think we would not be right in any dynamic other than Top/bottom. I quickly put my clothes away, but not just haphazardly, I put thought into it. Jumpers on one shelf, t- shirts on another. I hung up my uniform and my shirts, trousers and dresses I wore to work all together, then my more regular clothes next to them. I had a couple of DDlg outfits I wore if we ever spent time together in little space. I also had my own kinky toys. I left all these including the outfits in a box together. I hadn't decided what I would do with everything yet. Soon enough my bedroom was finished, I couldn't help but smile, I wasn't sure this would feel like my bedroom, living in someone else's house, but it really did. I even made the bed and put the Sherpa blanket back over the end.
I came to find you, you were back at work but you left your office door open. 'Ready', you said smiling, and I said 'yes, Sir'. God, how that felt so natural. You walked into my room, told me to stand by the wall and did a quick inspection. You were pleased, my desk was set up, I had even turned my laptop on and had my assignment open. 'Right', you said turning to me, 'I want a list'. You ordered me to read my assignment through, then on a piece of paper write the title of the assignment, followed by a summary of what I had written so far in no more than three paragraphs. Then you wanted me to make two lists, one that had everything in it I still needed to include in the assignment itself, including a summary and conclusion, alongside any other texts we might have been told to include I hadn't already. Then I needed to make another list of everything else the assignment needed, a title page, bibliography, any indexes I might refer to.
‘Isn't that just wasting time', I said slightly frustrated, and definitely (as usual), without thinking. Your head snapped in my direction, looking displeased, 'turn and face the wall', you barked, and you left and returned with your tawse. I couldn't believe I had just said that, I knew you knew what you were doing, why question you? You pulled down my lounge pants and thwack, the tawse landed straight across my ass cheeks, six times in quick succession, as I whimpered after each one. 'Do you want my help'? You asked unamused, 'yes Sir', I answered. 'Then don't question me again, don't speak without calling me Sir. Each time I punish you, these strikes double, 6,12, 24, 48. 12 will be bad enough. If you aren’t sure why I'm asking you to do something, talk to me, ask me. This will only work if we communicate, just like we do when we play'. Dam, you were right, 'i'm sorry Sir', I said apologetically.
‘The reason, if you need one, as to why I am asking you to do this. Is because firstly, by your own admittance, you have stopped and started writing this. If you want that distinction it needs to flow. If you want my help I need to know what the hell it is you're writing about. This summary helps us both. The lists are needed for you to focus and get it finished on time. Do either of those sound unreasonable'? I hated being told off by you, I felt completely chastised, and ashamed I questioned you. 'No they don't, I'm sorry Sir'. You pulled up my trousers, and leaving you told me to get to work, you wanted me to try and finish this in the next hour. With that you left, heading back to your office. I sat down on my desk chair, my bottom a little sore and tingling, you didn't hold back on the six strikes that was for sure, did I just get the good old fashioned English school punishment of 'six of the best'? But pushing that out my mind, I got straight on reading my assignment, writing my summary, making my lists, twelve strikes on top of the six I had just received wouldn't be pleasant.
Just over an hour later you knocked on my door, I naturally assumed you would enter, when you didn’t I wasn’t sure what to do. But your voice through the door 'alright if I come in'? Nudged me in the right direction. 'Yes Sir' I said, and you walked straight in commenting when I didn't reply you wondered if I had gone to sleep. You were wondering how I was getting on, as you didn't think I would be taking as long as I was. I explained in reading my assignment I needed to rearrange some of the structure and I just had to do it then and there. That was fine, it was part of the reason you asked me to read through it. You said you were going to put the kettle on, make one more coffee before you finished for the day. You asked me to join you as soon as I had finished, bringing my summary and lists with me. Given I had just started on my second list I told you I wouldn't be long.
Downstairs, I sat while you read my summary, you asked me a couple of questions at various points, but overall you had a decent understanding of what my assignment question was, as well as the direction I had chosen to take my answer. You suggested I make room at the start to explain why I was answering the assignment in that way, but overall, especially after the changes I talked you through, it was a good assignment. It had balance, bought in views that were backed up by evidence, I had criticality analysed my sources. You looked at your watch, it was almost 4.30pm. You said you intended to work for another hour, then you had some personal things to attend to. You said you originally wanted to take me out for dinner on my first night, but now my assignment was more important, so you suggested take away. Your treat, and if I was good and did three hours work I could easily complete the next section, if I did, I got to choose what takeaway we had, that would take me to seven thirty tonight which you felt was ample after the day I'd had.
'There's just one thing I'd like to discuss Sir, if that's okay'? I said tentatively, knowing this was the first time I really had acknowledged this new mini dynamic of ours. 'See, you can do it', you said slightly sarcastically, and I smiled. 'I'm sorry, go on', you said, encouraging me to continue. 'When you knocked on my door, I kind of expected you to just walk in'. You shook your head, 'in a more permanent arrangement, or relationship I would, but I don't own you. You have just moved in here, at my request, as my tenant and my friend. I want you to know you have privacy, you could have been changing, on a private call. Or, simply just working as you were. That's your room, your private space, that I will always respect'. Well with that cleared up, I had nothing more to ask, so I excused myself, cleared away my coffee mug, and returned to my assignment.
I happily worked the three hours. I finished everything I wanted to. I couldn't believe it, it was going to be tight, but I had a feeling I may just make it, and I wouldn't be turning in a half effort assignment, hoping for a half decent mark, I had the potential to achieve a distinction, I knew I did. Without your guidance today I would have just carried on aimlessly typing. I’m not stupid, I did have an original essay plan, but the stop start I had taken, had made it hard to follow. I chose pizza for takeaway, and as we ate, my first meal in my new home, sharing a glass of wine with you, we chatted. Before I knew it, it was 11pm, I was shattered, tomorrow was Sunday and I had 48 hours to finish my assignment.
The following morning I was up relatively early, but you were still up before me, and had breakfast made before I even came down stairs. Last night was the first night in a long time you had gone to bed genuinely horny. Since meeting me and finding a new love of BDSM, especially now being somewhat of a Brat Tamer, you had two other girls you played with on a semi regular basis. I knew you did, it didn't bother me, even knowing they may come to the house for you to play with them in your playroom. Yesterday, taking control, giving me orders, even spanking my arse. It was what you lived for, what turned you on. For the second time in as many days you wonder if this living arrangement really is such a good idea.
I don't help things when I come downstairs in my nightdress. You can't see through it, but you know I'm not wearing underwear. You hand me coffee and I innocently stand next to you, asking you what you are doing today. Grabbing my waist, and pulling me to you just enough to wake my pussy, as you brush my hair over my shoulder you whisper in my ear as you lean in 'don't you mean, what are you doing today Sir', you say as you lightly tweak my right nipple. I let out a soft moan, slight pain, slight pleasure, god every fibre of my being wanted you. My heart skipped a beat, oh fuck, oh yes. I quickly correct myself and you ran a finger down my arm.
Just as you feel an uncontrollable urge to turn me around, lift up my dress, push your groin into my ass, you stop yourself. I didn't want this, I didn't want anything more than planned play. You tell me you are thinking about heading out to meet a friend for a few hours this morning while I get on. Feeling the sexual tension between us, I'm desperate to ask if you're going to meet one of your girls. But the truth is, I don't think I want to know. I've always been fine with you playing with others. Fuck, I did. But now, living with you, calling you Sir, last night felt so right. But you didn’t want anything more, I had to accept that. In time I would adjust, and to help I decided to text our mutual host friend Dan to arrange a celebratory play session with him when my assignment was finally submitted, the wonderful pain would do me good.
With the castle built, I jokingly tell you, you've done well, but it could be better. But you shouldn't worry, you just needed more practice at building things. You let me get away with my cheek, if my ass wasn't bruised you would have put me over your knee for a good hand spanking, but it would have definitely been a funishment. However, no way would you do that to me, once we have delicately moved the castle out the way so we don't break it, you grab me and push me onto the bed playfully. As you lightly pin my arms above my head with one hand, you kiss me. This is as far as you take any sexual play with me in little space. You can see I'm tired, and now you want me to rest and sleep.