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“It"s the only trouble I"ve ever been in. My father said it would be good for me, teach me to keep my nose clean. He was right.”

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She laughed, the first time she"d laughed since Henry had appeared, and it felt good. “That"s good to hear. I"m telling you the truth when I say I didn"t believe them. If I had, I wouldn"t be here right now.”

“Good.” He put his hand on her knee and squeezed. “We have about an hour-anda-half ride until we get to my house outside Laughlin. Why don"t you tell me, what"s really bothering you? Besides the incident with Henry this morning.”

“It"s something you said last night. Why are they so caught up in my life? Why won"t they just leave me alone? Like you said, I"m of age, and it seems to me that they should have just given up by now. I didn"t really think of it until you said that last night. Now I have to wonder.”

“You have money of your own, right?”

“Yes, remember I came into my trust fund when I was twenty-five.”

“Who did the money come from?”

“From my mother"s parents. They died in a plane crash when I was five. They had trust funds set up for every one of their grandchildren. It was about four million apiece.

Add onto that twenty years of interest, and it became a nice, tidy sum.”

“I"ll say. Maybe I should turn around so you could put some of that money into the slot machines at my casino.”

“You wish, buster. Keep driving.”

“Buster,” he said. “Not sure I care for that name.”

She put her hand on his thigh, inched it up to his crotch. “Shall I soften the sting of my words?”

“Soften"s not a term I"d use right now.” He clasped her fingers and squeezed gently. “Keep your hands to yourself for the time being, missy.”

The words “I"m sorry,” almost slipped from her mouth. She caught herself at the last minute and said, “I"ll try and do better next time, Master.”

“Good girl.”

The traffic wasn"t bad, and Clarissa settled into her seat to watch the scenery. It really was beautiful, with brown sand and green yuccas and bushes. Cacti dotted the landscape, and she marveled at the different shapes and types.

“Let"s go over the rules, shall we?”

She nodded, licking her lips. “What you say goes; isn"t that the rule?”

“The main rule, yes. There are others. You will be naked at all times while at the house. If we are in Henderson, the same rules apply, but here, in the desert, you will remain naked indoors and out. The only thing you will wear is the training collar I put on you when we arrive and any chains or clamps I use. And sometimes shoes, depending on the activity.”

She nodded slowly.

“You will follow my commands at all times.”

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“Fine.”

“You will refer to me as Master when we are alone.”

“Got it.”

“You will maintain eye contact with me when speaking, and when I tell you to remain silent, you will.”

“Got that too.”

“You will not climax without my permission.”

“That one"s going to be tough. I come easily where you"re concerned.”

His nod was barely perceptible. “I"ve noticed, and I like that. Just the same, you will learn to control it until I give permission. Understand?”

“And if I don"t, do I have to draw a card?”

“The card system will be used for punishment when I deem it necessary, yes.”

She took a sip from the soft drink they"d stopped for. “What else?”

“I want a submissive, Rissa, not a doormat. I expect you to retain your spirit while serving me.”

“In other words, I don"t have to just lie there and take it.”

“Exactly.” He exited onto another highway. “So many people think BDSM is about abuse or just being able to bend a person to your will. What it is, is an exchange of power that is mutually enjoyable for both parties. If you"re not enjoying it, neither will I.

Which means if something bothers you, I expect you to tell me.”

“Don"t worry, I will.”

“Good. Now tell me the pickle story.”

Clarissa snarfed her drink, the liquid going into her nasal cavity as she coughed and choked. When she was finally in control of herself again, she sniffed. “That came out of left field.”

“The best way to get a reaction. I can beat it out of you, you know.” The humor in his voice made her laugh.

“Doubtful.”

“We"ll see.” He pulled off the highway onto a side road, riding a little ways on pavement before it turned to dirt. They bumped their way a little farther before coming to a gate. He hit a remote, and the gate opened. It closed after they drove through, and he went about a hundred yards and stopped the car.

“I don"t see a house.”

“It"s up a ways.” He switched the car off. “You need to get out and step to the front of the car.”

Clarissa nodded, anxiety grabbing hold of her. This was it. The things they"d done until now hadn"t really been BDSM, just play BDSM. Now he would have control of her. Complete control. She could back out now. She knew she didn"t want to.

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She opened the door at the same time she heard his opening; then she stepped around to the front. “Take off your clothes. All of them.”

It was still light outside, and she had no doubt this was private land. After what had happened today, she wouldn"t put it past some enterprising paparazzi to try and follow them and snap some pictures to make some money. Wouldn"t her parents love this?

Undressing was easy. She pulled her sundress over her head, then unsnapped her bra and placed both items of clothing on the SUV.

“Shoes too.”

She looked down at the rocks in the road. There were a few, most of them small.

He wasn"t planning on making her walk barefoot out here, was he? What had he said earlier? “I expect you to follow my commands.” She took off her shoes and placed them on the SUV, her feet now pressing into the dirt.

“Hands on the car hood, legs spread.” That one was easy. “Back up just a little.

More. More. There.”

Clarissa felt very exposed now. Her breasts hung down, and her pussy and ass were on display for him.

“Delicious. You"ve done very well, missy.”

“Thanks, Master.” His chuckle made her smile.

“Not exactly respectful. We"ll work on that.” He ran his finger up her spine.

“Stand up, drop your hands to your side, leave your legs spread.”

She exhaled nervously as he walked around, placing himself between her and the SUV. He held out a leather collar, wide with a silver D-ring in the middle. “Kiss it.

Show me you accept my collar and your servitude toward me.”

Clarissa swallowed hard, then looked into his eyes. They shone down on her with resolve and extreme desire that made her clit twitch.
It’s just a training collar. He’s made
that clear. You’ll be fine, and you know you want to do this. Try this.

She leaned over and placed her lips on the leather, which was not as cool as she thought it would be. He stroked her hair with one hand as he held it close to her face with the other. “Good girl. Do you accept my training collar, missy?”

“Yes, Master.” The words rushed out, and she didn"t regret them one bit.

He placed the collar around her neck, doing the catch slowly. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small lock. He placed it on the catch and snapped it into place. He showed her the key, dangling from his finger.

“I have the only key.” She nodded, and he turned the collar so the lock was in the back, the ring in the front. He reached into his pocket again and took out the chain he"d used on her pussy, then attached it to the D-ring. “This will change from time to time, depending on my mood. Sometimes I"ll attach your leash to your pussy, sometimes not.”

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Leash. She was on a leash. He had used it before, but this was different. Before it had seemed like play, since it had been attached to her clit ring. Now, with it attached to a collar around her neck, it felt permanent. It made her feel like Maddox"s pet. It was a feeling she hadn"t expected, but one that she definitely enjoyed.

Was it just an adrenaline rush or was it something that would continue? Only time would tell, she knew.

“Get back into the original position.”

“Yes, Master.” She put her hands on the hood, bending and then spreading her legs.

“Very nice,” he whispered, stroking her back. “Good girl. Do you remember this morning?”

“What about it? When you fucked me or when I played with my pussy?”

“When you disobeyed me.”

“Oh,
that
part about this morning.” The
clink
of his belt buckle made her stiffen.

“Yes, I remember.”

“Five swats ought to do it, don"t you think? Sort of a „welcome to your new home, but sorry you disobeyed me this morning" spanking.”

She wasn"t so sure about the leather thing anymore. This morning, when she"d been hot and ready for action, it had sounded like an interesting idea. Now, standing naked out in the desert, she wasn"t so sure. “It sounds like you"re up for negotiations.

How about two?”

“How about seven?”

She wheeled around. “Wait. You added two because I said two?”

“You"re right; I should have added three since that"s the amount you wanted taken off. So we"ll do eight. Plus, you moved when you were told to stay in place. That means I"m taking it up to ten. That"s double the original amount.”

This wasn"t exactly what she had in mind. She had turned, yes, but that didn"t mean she should get more swats for it, did it? “Maybe we could negotiate a little more?” Suddenly the collar around her neck felt heavier, tighter.

“Maybe you should turn back around and stay in your original position.”

The hood of the SUV felt warmer under her hands this time, which wasn"t a big surprise. It was well over a hundred degrees outside and just after seven p.m.

“Explain your reasoning that you should get less than five swats.”

“Well, it"s my first spanking, and I don"t think we should go overboard.”

She waited for him to laugh, to snort out his derision, to do something. Instead there was a short pause before he said, “You think five is overboard?”

“For a first spanking,” she repeated.

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“Five barely warms your bottom.” He was right behind her now, his breath hot against her neck and shoulders as he leaned over and ran his hand down her thigh.

“Tell me some of the things you remember about your readings, about spankings.”

He wanted to talk? What the hell was this, a lab class? She giggled at the thought.

She supposed it was in essence. “They are never done without warming a sub up first.”

How could she have been so stupid? He wasn"t just going to lay into her with the leather. He would give her a few swats, ease her into it, get her body ready for the real thing. Then he"d give her the promised five. Wait, now it was the promised ten.

“Do you think I know those things?”

“Yes.” She paused for a few seconds. “I"ll try and do better next time, Master.”

He stroked her hair, and she leaned into his touch. “That"s my good missy. Ten it is, and I know it"s your first, so don"t worry. Don"t tense up, and don"t move away from the position you"re in. Understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good.” He took a few steps away from her, and she felt a chill despite the heat that surrounded them.

In through your nose, out through your mouth. In through your nose, out through your
mouth
. She inhaled sharply when the leather met her bottom, the feel of it sharp but not overly painful. It came down a few more times, landing in different areas.

This is not so bad. I can do this. I can do this
. Truthfully, the pain issue had been the one thing in her readings that had caused her to reconsider the desire to submit. She wasn"t into pain, not really. This morning"s desire to be spanked had surprised her, but that had just been the heat of the moment, she was sure. Plus she hadn"t been standing naked in open country, with a collar locked around her neck and a leash hanging to the ground.

Maddox tapped the leather against her bottom several more times, and she started to relax. This wasn"t so bad. She could…

“Ouch!” Three hard swats made her flinch. The sound of the leather hitting her bottom crackled through the open air. She stood, moving away from position.

“Missy, get back.”

“No.” She rubbed her bottom where the sting from the swat still lingered.

“Get back into place.” His voice was calm and even, despite the fact she was breaking the rules. That didn"t surprise her very much, not really. He had a good hold on his emotions.

Yes he does. And if you don’t get back into place, he’s going to do one of two things. He’s
going to increase the number of swats, or he’s going to take the collar off and end the whole
thing. And you don’t want either of those to happen, do you?

She licked her lips, then stepped back up to the SUV. “I"m so… I"ll do better this time, Master. I just…it was…”

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“It"s all right. I"ll allow that little slipup, since you"re so new at this. Let"s see if we can make it through the next seven, though, shall we?”

“Yes, Sir.” She could do this. She"d never backed away from anything in her life, not once, and she didn"t intend to start now. She lowered her head as the leather came down two more times. It didn"t seem as bad this time as it had the first three swats. The stings took hold and moved through her body, not quite igniting nerve endings, but making them tingle in a way that wasn"t totally unpleasant.

Two more landed, and Clarissa could imagine her backside quivering as the leather hit. Would her ass be red now, with stripe marks? She didn"t think so, since the swats had not been that hard. When the last three were delivered, though, she wished for something to grasp hold of rather than the slick hood of the SUV.