going to use them to punish you instead."
Her eyes went wide, staring at the nipple clips in his palm. Anders pulled on her already erect nipples to make them swell larger. The rings were right at the base, out of the way; he avoided them. The initial pinch he made relatively gentle, but then he tightened slowly, listened to her groan and whine and then squeak with pain. Her hand made an attenuated motion toward her breast, and then she caught herself. "Hands behind your back."
She obeyed. The second clip on and tightened, he watched her eyes brim briefly with tears before she blinked them away. "What do you say now, do you know?"
She looked up and opened her mouth, and then stopped, and shook her head.
"No, you don't. This is your first punishment; I haven't told you yet."
She was beginning to hunch forward, unconsciously curling around the pain.
He took hold of her shoulders and pushed them back. "Keep those where I can see them. All right. First of all it's time for a respectful form of address.
From now on misbehaviour gets punished, so you'd better show some deference in your language, particularly at times like this. It's too soon for
'master;' 'sir' will do fine. "
"Yes, sir."
A flicker of relief crossed her face. She'd been waiting for this. He'd noticed how she'd avoided using his name.
"Second, when I punish you I want you to learn from it. You'll apologize for what you did wrong, naming it quite specifically, tell me what 66
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you'll do next time, and thank me for disciplining you." He pulled on the nipple clips, and her eyes filled again. "Do that now."
She bit her lip and then took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, sir, that I forgot to type up my notes – my lecture notes this morning. I'll try to remember next time. And thank you – thank you for punishing me."
"What do you mean, you'll try to remember? That's not good enough."
"I – I'll type them right after – I'll type them as soon as I can after the class?"
"How will you remember?"
"I'll put a reminder on my laptop. A daily one."
"Better. It hurts, girl, doesn't it?"
"Yes, sir," she said, her voice almost a whisper.
"Do you deserve it?"
"Yes, sir."
"How did you do your work before I came along?"
"I was… disorganized and lazy."
"Yes, you were. All right. Get up and wash the dishes now."
She hurried to her feet and winced as the cord bit into her crotch. Not graceful enough; he'd have to work on that, but not just yet. For that he'd want a whip in his hand.
Anders picked up something called Digital Access: Designing Electronic Descriptive Tools, and rapidly gave that up for Issues in Communication Technologies. Neither could come close to engaging his attention; the vision at the sink was far too compelling.
After the dishes he made her wash down all the counters and wipe up the floor under the table. At last, glancing at his watch, he allowed her to kneel between his feet with her back to the couch. With one hand firmly over her mouth, her head pulled back against his shoulder, he removed the first clip. She keened and panted into his hand as the blood returned, keened again as the next one came off. He leaned over her and sucked and soothed her nipples, soaking in the music of her pain and grateful pleasure.
"Stay there." He went into her bedroom and came back with one of her dresses. Her eyes went wide again. She obeyed his gesture to rise, and he gathered the dress and pulled it down over her head. "Go put some stockings and shoes on. We're going out."
She looked up in distress, and then down at her body. Her swollen 67
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nipples thrust lewdly against the cotton jersey fabric. "But – sir –"
"Maia."
She looked up, frightened. He took her head between his hands and held it angled toward him. Stared down into scared eyes. "What's the first rule?"
"Do as I'm told," she whispered.
"Are you questioning me?"
She shrank a little, and whispered, "No, sir."
"Do
Her eyes went wide, staring at the nipple clips in his palm. Anders pulled on her already erect nipples to make them swell larger. The rings were right at the base, out of the way; he avoided them. The initial pinch he made relatively gentle, but then he tightened slowly, listened to her groan and whine and then squeak with pain. Her hand made an attenuated motion toward her breast, and then she caught herself. "Hands behind your back."
She obeyed. The second clip on and tightened, he watched her eyes brim briefly with tears before she blinked them away. "What do you say now, do you know?"
She looked up and opened her mouth, and then stopped, and shook her head.
"No, you don't. This is your first punishment; I haven't told you yet."
She was beginning to hunch forward, unconsciously curling around the pain.
He took hold of her shoulders and pushed them back. "Keep those where I can see them. All right. First of all it's time for a respectful form of address.
From now on misbehaviour gets punished, so you'd better show some deference in your language, particularly at times like this. It's too soon for
'master;' 'sir' will do fine. "
"Yes, sir."
A flicker of relief crossed her face. She'd been waiting for this. He'd noticed how she'd avoided using his name.
"Second, when I punish you I want you to learn from it. You'll apologize for what you did wrong, naming it quite specifically, tell me what 66
As She’s Told – Anneke Jacob
you'll do next time, and thank me for disciplining you." He pulled on the nipple clips, and her eyes filled again. "Do that now."
She bit her lip and then took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, sir, that I forgot to type up my notes – my lecture notes this morning. I'll try to remember next time. And thank you – thank you for punishing me."
"What do you mean, you'll try to remember? That's not good enough."
"I – I'll type them right after – I'll type them as soon as I can after the class?"
"How will you remember?"
"I'll put a reminder on my laptop. A daily one."
"Better. It hurts, girl, doesn't it?"
"Yes, sir," she said, her voice almost a whisper.
"Do you deserve it?"
"Yes, sir."
"How did you do your work before I came along?"
"I was… disorganized and lazy."
"Yes, you were. All right. Get up and wash the dishes now."
She hurried to her feet and winced as the cord bit into her crotch. Not graceful enough; he'd have to work on that, but not just yet. For that he'd want a whip in his hand.
Anders picked up something called Digital Access: Designing Electronic Descriptive Tools, and rapidly gave that up for Issues in Communication Technologies. Neither could come close to engaging his attention; the vision at the sink was far too compelling.
After the dishes he made her wash down all the counters and wipe up the floor under the table. At last, glancing at his watch, he allowed her to kneel between his feet with her back to the couch. With one hand firmly over her mouth, her head pulled back against his shoulder, he removed the first clip. She keened and panted into his hand as the blood returned, keened again as the next one came off. He leaned over her and sucked and soothed her nipples, soaking in the music of her pain and grateful pleasure.
"Stay there." He went into her bedroom and came back with one of her dresses. Her eyes went wide again. She obeyed his gesture to rise, and he gathered the dress and pulled it down over her head. "Go put some stockings and shoes on. We're going out."
She looked up in distress, and then down at her body. Her swollen 67
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nipples thrust lewdly against the cotton jersey fabric. "But – sir –"
"Maia."
She looked up, frightened. He took her head between his hands and held it angled toward him. Stared down into scared eyes. "What's the first rule?"
"Do as I'm told," she whispered.
"Are you questioning me?"
She shrank a little, and whispered, "No, sir."
"Do
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