If you remember, I had recently lost my wife and also ‘retired' to enjoy my wealth. My daughter, from a previous marriage, went to work for me under an assumed name. I hadn't seen her since she had been just a small child, her mother having disappeared so long ago. I had tried to find her, but no luck.
She went to work for me on my yacht thinking of blackmailing me after getting me to have sex with her. Instead, she found out that I was not the monster her mother had told her I was, and that I did love her. Of course, this was after we had sex together.
On the yacht, headed for Alaska, the cook, the mate, my ‘crew' and I all got…well…extremely familiar with each other. After having sex all the way up to Glacier Bay, seeing the sights of Alaska as well, we had anchored close to the glaciers.
Here, a Park Ranger, a nice young beautiful female, had fallen under our spell and was now enjoying our sexual fun. I had found out that I was a budding ‘Master' and I had several ‘slaves'. Knowing I had a lot to learn about Dom./sub relationships, I had been going slow figuring it out.
May, my yacht's captain, and I had decided to get married. May had also come up with the idea of all of us, Carl, Jan, Julie, Ann, May and I, living together in one big happy family type household. Since I was wealthy enough to do that I had agreed that it would be not only the right thing to do, but also fun for all of us.
Last night had been spent with the Park Ranger, Sandra, being my slave, along with Julie and the others as well. Carl had been kept busy with May, Jan and Ann, while I had played with Julie and Sandra. It was later that evening, and we had all been resting for a bit.
I was in my cabin, having just showered up with May. We didn't mess around other than just helping one another with washing our bodies. Sandra was waiting on my bed, naked, showered, and laying spread eagle.
We walked in by the bed and just watched Sandra as she lay there with her eyes closed, not knowing that we were there yet. She was trying her hardest to not reach down and play with herself, as we could see her arms moving a bit then resting back down on the bed.
Sandra's pussy was trimmed and so very wet right now. I reached out and lightly, so very lightly smacked her pussy with my hand. Sandra almost leapt out of the bed in surprise. Her pussy flooded with juice from the shock of the abrupt slap. I was careful…perhaps too careful…to not hurt her, just getting her attention.
It…worked.
"Sleeping slave?"
"Oh no master. I was…I was just…resting…my eyes. Trying to not touch myself sexually as you ordered before you took your shower. It has been…hard. So very hard."
"Hmmmm. Okay. I will believe you…this time. Play with yourself. Start with your breasts. Pinch your nipples. Harder. Yes…that's the ticket. Pull them out…farther…farther…yes. My…your breasts are so lovely. Just the right size for playing with don't you think?"
"Mmmm…yessss. I love to play with my breasts master. Especially for you. It makes me feel…I feel like…"
"You feel like a naughty little girl don't you? A naughty little girl that needs to be…spanked. Isn't that right…Slave?"
"Yessss…bad girls need spankings. I've been so very bad. I need you to…I…Master…will you punish me for being so bad?"
"Yes. Sit up. Move over to the edge of the bed. Good. Now…kneel on the floor, your face down, your hands up above your head. There. Beautiful. My, your ass is just begging for attention isn't it?"
Sandra had followed my orders perfectly and was now face down on the bed, bent over at her waist, her knees on the floor. I moved my foot between her legs, and then kicked outwards, causing her to spread wider. Her wet pussy came into view, her lovely opening pulsing, as if begging for a large, hard cock.
I could see her quivering in the tense moments, wondering what I was going to do next. To be quite honest, I was not sure what I should do next. Spank her of course I knew…but with what? My hand? My belt? What?
May stepped up next to me and gave me my answer. She held out the little wooden back scratcher that I had under my nightstand. Made of Bamboo and with little curved end, I saw that the handle would make the perfect spanking switch.
I let Sandra remain as she was, the tension building in her. I then looked at May who was mouthing something silently to me. It took me a bit to figure it out, and then realization dawned to me.
"Talk to her…tell her how bad she has been."
Understanding at last…I turned to Sandra and bent over her a bit. Running the handle of the ‘switch' from her hip to her shoulder and back down, lightly, softly, letting her feel what would soon bring her that much needed release.
"Naughty girl. You have been so naughty. How you dressed last night…scandalous. What would your parents think? My, my…I'm going to have to punish you dear. I think perhaps you need a spanking. What do you think…Slave?"
"Oh…I have been bad…so bad. I cut up a nighty of mine, and then I let others see me in it too. Then…I…I…didn't follow my Master's orders very well either. I deserve a spanking Master. I do."
I picked up the ‘switch' and brought it down fairly hard on her naked, exposed rear end. The unexpectedness of the sudden pain from that contact caused Sandra to jump and moan at the same time. I waited then, silently. Tension building, letting her expect the worst, then relax ever so little…*SMACK*…the bamboo switch falling caught her unawares yet again.
I was leaving little red marks on her tender flesh, her cheeks looking fiery red where the switch had met soft yielding tissue. She was tense again, then as she relaxed once more…*SMACK, SMACK, SMACK* Three times, hard and fast. Sandra cried out on the third one, then whimpered as she lay there, waiting for whatever I brought to her next.
I leaned down and kissed each red line on her ass. Her body shook with each kiss too. I ran my hand over her bottom, massaging it, soothing it. Then I stood up and looked at her.
"I think you need more…what do you think slave, do you need more yet?"
"Oh no Master, you have taught me a valuable lesson now."
