He stepped from the shower, quickly towel drying His hair, then wrapped the towel around His waist. His 6'1" frame covered in bronze glistening muscles in all the right places. He walked to the sink, and as He shaved He looked into His own peircing green eyes, trying to decide what He was in the mood for that day.
Freshly dressed in jeans and a wrinkle free light green button down shirt, rolled and cuffed neatly to just below His elbows. He grabbed His phone and dialed her number. He wanted a drink and wanted "her" to serve it, even though they hadn't spoken in awhile. He instructed her as to what to wear and told her her name for the day would be "Patti". That wasn't her name, but He liked making up names for His girls.
An hour passed and there was a knock at His back door. He opened the door and there stood this little ghostlike figure. She was albino and just 5' tall, petite frame with round buttucks and adequate breasts. Short white hair, white blemish free skin, lavender eyes without any trace of makeup. She wore a short white trench coat and transparent white shoes with 6" heels. The only color being her red painted toe nails. He led her through the door and helped her remove her coat. "Welcome Patti", He said.
She was wearing a red corset with black laces and ribbons. She was also wearing red bikini panties with a little black bow at each hip. "Patti, I want a drink. Hope you can remember what My favorite is", He said, and settled into an oversized chair facing toward the bar. She approached the bar, a little shaky in her 6" heels, her hips hypnoticaly swaying. Grabbing a clean glass, she rewashed it then dried it to sparkling with a clean bar towel. She bent forward at the hips to grab a lime from the lower cabinet. "mmm", He muttered to Himself. Hearing that, she wiggled her hips a little and grinned to herself. Oh what He wanted to do with those sweet white buttocks framed in red. Thoughts of making those butt cheeks pink, then pinker, then red, caused His cock to come alive, pressing against the inside of His jeans.
Prepared drink between two hands, she approached Him. She settled submissively to her knees in front of Him, however, instead of lowering her head while handing it to Him, she looked up into His eyes and winked. "Your drink Sir", she said. His face started to turn red, but not because He was blushing. All His "girls" knew not to wink at Him. He considered it as disrespectful. Placing the drink on the table beside Him and picking up a leather fly swatter, He looked back at her, her head and eyes now lowered.
"Patti", He said in a stern voice. "Stay kneeling and turn around with your chest on the floor and your butt in the air". She complied and assumed the position, secretly smiling to herself. This is what she wanted more than anything. She wiggled a little after the first swat to her left butt cheek. He swatted harder on her right. Again she wiggled. Eight more swats and she wiggled each time. With measured anger at her disrespect, He set the swatter aside. He knew what she wanted. She wanted her ass made so red as to add color to her pale white skin. He was angered by her disrespect and knew how to punish her for it.
He grabbed her by the back of her hair, lifting her to her feet and pushed her into the bedroom. On the floor in the corner of the room was a twin size mattress with a clean fitted sheet, no pillow. At each corner, attached to the floor were metal rings. He pushed her toward the mattress and instructed her to lay on her stomach, her head facing the wall. "and don't turn around". She heard thuds and clinking from behind her as He rummaged through a drawer. Her heart beat faster with excitement and anticipation. "Sir", she began. He quickly cut her off. "STOP", He commanded loudly. "You have lost your right to speak. you've obviously forgotten how not to disrespect Me".
All of a sudden she felt His weight holding her down, as He used leather straps to attach her wrists then her ankles to the rings on the floor. She felt something sharp and pointy trail over her already pink butt cheek. It's then she became apprehensive and tested against the leather straps. "How would you like if I disrespected you?" "I", she started. "DON"T SPEAK", He commanded loudly. He stood above her, straddling the mattress. He dangled a flogger which He affectionately called "the stinger", back and forth, tickling against the back of her thighs. She tried pushing her ass up toward Him in sweet anticipation of the next swat. With a quick stroke back and forth, flogger meeting flesh hard against her thighs. The sting made her flinch and pull against her binds. "Not exactly what you expected is it?", He exclaimed. "Well there is more for you that you do not expect. You will learn not to disrespect Me".
He walked away from the matress, grabbed His jacket and keys, and said, "I'll be back in two hours, plenty of time for you to think of a proper way to appologize". She heard the outside door close behind Him. She pulled against the leather straps, then collapsed in tears. She had winked at Him in playfulness not disrespect. She never expected ending up in her current position.
