This is Part XIV of a story that started as a snippet from my drafts long ago.  Thanks to James X Morgan’s interest in the story, we’re continuing to co-create Delilah’s adventures with Master Graham.  You can find the posts here on my blog, and on James’ blog Tall Tales.

Part 1, originally named A Tantalizing Opportunity, now called Delilah’s Adventures with Master Graham: Intro is on my blog here and on James’ blog here.

Delilah was humming as she put the dishes away.  It was a task she had often neglected.  Living alone, she had gotten used to taking clean dishes out of the dishwasher as she needed them, rinsing the dirty dish and leaving it in the sink for a couple of days until she was ready to run a new load of dishes.

The expression on Sir’s face when he realized what she was doing had been enough to change that habit.  These days, she put the dishes away as soon as they were dry.

But that was the least of the changes for her in the last month, and she smiled to herself, thinking about all that happened since that first night.

She knew that she was submissive, and that was still a surprise to her sometimes.  She had never imagined there could be so much satisfaction in submitting to someone else’s control.  In fact, she had never imagined herself giving up control of any part of her life.  But she had, quite literally, put her body in his hands.  

‘Who does this belong to?’ he would ask, putting his hands on her bottom, her breasts, between her legs.  ‘To you, Sir,’ she would say.  Just remembering that was enough for instant arousal, sending a rush of pleasure through her, leaving her pussy throbbing and wet.

That seemed to be a constant state with her these days, and she was thriving on it.  Her work day felt lighter, she worried less about things she couldn’t control, and was more mindful of “taking care of herself and her belongings,” as he had said during their first encounter.

Finished with the dishes, she headed for the shower.  Her body felt different these days, more alive, anticipating his touch, which was welcome, whether it was to caress or to spank. 

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MG stopped on the way to collect his order. He smiled as he thought of how his life had changed these past few weeks. He smiled a lot these days. 

He thought back to the introduction from Ms. Constance – had she seen from the beginning that Delilah was submissive? He really should get in touch to thank her. And then how quickly things had progressed, she really was a natural. And very lovely too. He delighted in her increasing submissiveness – there was still plenty she could learn but she couldn’t be more willing, be it for spankings with a variety of implements or for other mutual pleasures of the flesh. He may be a Dom and she a sub but he took almost equal pleasure in her gratification as in his own.

Delilah had also taken enthusiastically to the structure they had agreed to help her become more organised at home and to make some progress in her work.  Her house was tidier now and her research seemed to be coming on well without him needing to resort to real punishment. The regular spankings had been purely for his own pleasure although he did sometimes wonder whether Delilah enjoyed the pain as well as the submission. He found himself imagining, hoping, that their relationship would endure.

He parked and walked the short distance to her home, filled with pleasurable anticipation.  He rang the bell and held the bouquet of red roses in front of him. His smile was warm and wide. 

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Delilah lotioned her body slowly, enjoying the sensation.  She was excited, and a bit nervous now.  Wednesday night was Inspection Night and that always put her on edge.  Sir had not punished her – not a real punishment – yet, and she wanted to keep it that way.

Checking herself in the mirror, she thought that her body would get a passing mark.  She had gotten waxed on Monday, leaving the strip that he liked.  And she had actually lost a little weight.

She slipped on the light robe that he had told her to wear for inspection.  Well, maybe not really a robe, it was so light and filmy, you could practically see through it.  It had a belt, but she was not to fasten it.

She thought she had time for a final walk-through of the house, but just as she put on the fancy mules he liked, the doorbell rang.  She rushed to answer it.

‘Hello. Well done for remembering the robe.’

MG offered the flowers, still smiling. 

Delilah beamed at his praise and happily took the flowers.  “These are gorgeous!  Thank you so much, Sir.  Mmmm, they smell so good.”

‘Why don’t you put those in some water. Then we can see what you’ve been up to.’

“Yes, Sir,” she said happily.  In the kitchen, she carefully selected a vase and took care of the flowers.  Once they were trimmed, watered, and arranged to her satisfaction, she placed them on the dining room table.  

She saw that Sir had settled himself in the recliner he usually used, and quickly moved to stand in front of him.  When he didn’t say anything right away, she moved into Wait position automatically.

“Thank you again for the flowers, Sir,” she said, “I really love them.” 

‘Inspection.’

A shiver of pleasure ran through her at the command, and she moved her feet wider apart, raised her arms, lacing her fingers behind her head.  Head up, eyes down.  Even with her diaphanous robe, she felt fully exposed.

MG stood and walked around her once. 

‘Let’s see if you’ve been good. Look up.’

He looked her in the eye as his hands stroked her cheeks and neck, brushed over her breasts, traced down her stomach and brushed either side her curls. 

‘Good. Very smooth.’

“Thank you, Sir.” His approval warmed her.

Moving behind her he pulled aside her robe and stroked her back before cupping her bottom in his hands and squeezing gently. 

‘Delightful, my dear, quite delightful. Now show me how tidy and clean you have made your home.’

Wishing that he would keep touching her – she was already quite aroused – she turned to the room and gestured expansively.  “Presenting the living room, Sir.”

‘Which, as I have already seen, is very presentable. Well done. Come.’

He led the way to the kitchen.

‘This is a little different from the first time I saw it, isn’t it? Good.’

He checked the bathroom, which always embarrassed her.

‘This looks shiny and clean. I think you can be proud. Is this where you would normally hang your robe?’

“Oh,” her robe was laying over the sink; she couldn’t even remember why she’d left it there.  “No, Sir, it isn’t.”

‘Hmmm. Hang it now please.’

“Yes, Sir,” she felt warm with embarrassment now, wishing she had done that last walk through before he arrived.  She quickly hung the robe on the back of the door.

‘Good. Very nice. Give me your hand.’

MG took it gently and brushed each nipple softly with her knuckles. 

“Oh,” she watched her nipples respond immediately, feeling the familiar tug at her core.  Somehow, it felt even more submissive when he used her own hand to touch her, and even more arousing.  “Mmmmm.”

He led on. Rather than going down the hallway to her bedroom, they went upstairs, into the large room that served as her office, with a small sitting area.  Bookshelves lined one wall, with an inviting window seat in another.  Some research material was spread out  on a small table.  She had negotiated with Sir to be allowed to leave that as it was, rather than having to stack it neatly, so she could easily pick up where she’d left off.

‘That’s a good compromise my dear. A work in progress but not a mess.’

The spare bedroom was next, and then the small bedroom that served as her meditation space.  Delilah followed him from room to room a bit anxiously.  

‘Good. Very good. Come here.’

She moved closer to him.

‘Closer.’

“Yes, Sir,” she was right in front of him now.

‘Now before we check your bedroom you must tell me whether you are on schedule with your research. Look at me. What did we agree for today?’

She bit her lip.  “We agreed that I would work on the research from 10:00 til 11:30, Sir.”

‘And have you completed that?’

She looked away.  “Not exactly, Sir.”  She would have stopped there, but, remembering previous lectures, she added, “No, Sir, I haven’t.”

‘Eyes.’

MG’s voice was firm but not unkind. 

She forced herself to look at him.

‘And what about other days?’

“Thursday and Friday I did, Sir, but I couldn’t get back into it on Monday.  I just got sidetracked.  And that carried over to Tuesday, and then today.”

She lowered her eyes again.  This was only the third week of their agreement that he would hold her accountable for doing certain things.  The one that mattered the most to her was continuing with her research and writing.  But she had already failed.

‘Good. Look at me.’

“Yes, Sir.”  Reluctantly, she looked up. 

‘Well done for last week.’

Her lips curved into a tiny smile.  “Thank you, Sir.”

‘This week you have chosen not to work as agreed so there will be consequences, as we also agreed. On Monday and Tuesday you chose not to tell me about your difficulties. Had you done so I could have helped get you back on track sooner and the consequences would have been less severe. Understood?’

“Yes, Sir.”  She glanced away, then quickly back at him. 

MG took her hand and led her to her office.

‘Wait.’

Feeling very exposed now, in her flimsy robe, she moved into position.

MG turned her chair to face the room and sat. 

‘Now I am going to spank your bottom. Come here.’

She stood directly in front of him.  As much as she loved being spanked, she did not like getting punished, even though she had earned the punishment.

He helped her over his knees and, pushing her insubstantial robe to one side, rubbed her bottom. 

She smiled.  This was not a comfortable position; her tip-toes reached the floor but her fingertips just grazed it.  She held on to Sir’s ankle instead.

‘Tell me why I am going to spank you.’

“Because I didn’t live up to our agreement, Sir.”

‘Because, when it became difficult, you chose not to, dear girl. Remember that.’

MG’s hand began landing none too gently on Delilah’s bottom, alternating from one side to the other and gradually covering the whole of the pink, round surfaces. 

“Oh!”  Her bottom was already beginning to feel hot, and she bit her lip.  She knew this was just beginning.

He continued methodically until both cheeks were entirely tinged with red. He wasn’t enjoying the fact that this was a punishment but he did appreciate the feel and the movement of her delightful derrière under his hand. 

Delilah was beginning to feel the impact of the spanking, but still able to hold still.  A whimper escaped her, but she knew it was going to get worse.

When he was satisfied he transferred his attention to her still-pink sit spots, maintaining the same force and rhythm. 

Of course, this hurt even more, and she squirmed a little bit.

‘Hold still for me. You’re doing well.’

The smaller area was quickly made to match the colour of her cheeks. MG now delivered a volley of 10 swats to her left buttock, admiring the ripples on her skin and  appreciating the resulting darker tinge of red.

Delilah cried out, this repeated assault on one cheek was much harder to bear.  She grasped his ankle as if it were a lifeline.

Her other cheek gradually turned the same colour as he shifted his attention to the right. 

Again, she cried out, this time gasping, “I’m sorry, Sir, I’m sorry, I won’t let it happen again.”

‘I know you’ll try, sweet girl, but I’d much rather not have to do this again. So we’ll do our best to make sure. Hold on.’

MG released a volley of six hard whacks to her left sit spot and followed immediately with the same on the right. 

“Ohhhh,” she cried out with each whack – “No, please…”

Pulling her closer with his left hand he repeated the two series of six on the darkening sensitive skin. 

He stopped. He began languidly squeezing each cheek and then slapping it, alternating sides as he spoke. 

‘Well done, my girl, well done.’

“Oh,” she sighed, “Oh, that really hurt.  I’ll never do that again, I’ll tell you if I’m having a hard time.”

‘Now that might have been it had you missed only one day. But you missed three before telling me.’

Shocked, a sinking feeling in her belly, Delilah said, “Wait – what – you’re not finished?  But this is enough.  Really.  I promise I got the message.  I don’t need more.”

‘Who decides what you need?’

Delilah froze.  Her heart pounding, she realized she had given up the right to decide what she needed.  At least right now.

The thought was overwhelming – and arousing.

“You do, Sir.  You decide.”

MG stopped squeezing and slapping and softly rubbed her red cheeks. 

‘And is that your choice?’

She hesitated just a moment, checking in with herself.  Then, “Yes, Sir,” she said, in a firm voice.  “It is.”

‘Good. Well done. Now up you get.’

MG stood as he helped her to her feet. He led her gently beside an arm chair in the sitting area. 

‘Put your forearms on the seat and settle onto the arm, bottom up.’

“Oh,” surprised by this move, Delilah looked at him questioningly, but under his steady gaze, she turned and followed the directions.  The position wasn’t uncomfortable but it was humiliating, bent over like this with her bottom in the air.  She was sure he would be able see how wet she was

He slid his belt from around his waist and doubled it. This was to be Delilah’s introduction to the belt; he wanted her to know that he would use it if necessary but not to punish her severely. He moved her robe aside and lay the belt over her bottom while he stroked her head for a moment.  MG spoke softly and kindly.

‘Now I’m going to spank you with my belt.  You will keep your arms and legs down. Understood?’

The robe had not offered any actual protection, but Delilah felt even more exposed now.

He raised the belt and brought it down on her bottom purposefully but not hard; it would sting enough to make its presence known on her already sore bottom.

Delilah cried out – it did  hurt – a lot.

MG delivered five more similar thwacks with a slight pause between each. He stopped and squeezed each of Delilah’s cheeks, thoroughly appreciating their warmth and colour.

Delilah was gasping, and cried out again, shocked at the effect of the belt.  The sting was fierce.  But she began to notice that during the pause between blows, she felt a growing sense of acceptance.  Maybe this was what she needed…

Raising the belt again he brought it down with the same force as before and admired the ripples it produced in each of her buttocks. Unhurriedly he caused four more strokes of the leather to crack across her behind.

‘Well done. You’ve done very well.’  

“Mmmm, thank you, Sir,” she said.

‘One more and it will all be over. Traditionally the last stroke will be the hardest. Hold on now dear girl.’

Her body tensed, and she whimpered, but that feeling of acceptance followed, and she was able to lie still, trembling a little, as she waited for the final stroke.

MG raised the belt and lashed it a little harder across both buttocks, letting it lie there for a moment before drawing it slowly away.’

“Ohhh,” this had definitely been the hardest but she was unresisting and she even welcomed it, knowing it was the last.

‘Well done, sweet girl. All over now, you’ve done very well.’

“Thank you, Sir,” she said, clumsily pushing herself up from the arm of the chair.  She turned to him, unsure of what to do next.  She wanted – oh, she wanted to sit at his feet, rest her head on his lap.

But when she pictured that, she knew that it would only take a minute before she wanted him to allow her to please him, to take him in her mouth…

She felt very submissive.  She was glad that he had punished her, and felt assured that he would not hesitate to do so again if he thought she needed it.  This made her feel secure – contained in some way.

Standing next to the chair – she would never be able to look at that chair without remembering the humiliation and the sting of his belt – she looked to him for direction.  What would he like her to do now?

MG sat on the chair.

‘Come here and sit with me.’

She smiled, and settled herself at his feet.  Then she looked up at him, “Is this ok, my Sir?”

‘Come close. Sit on my lap.’

She moved to his lap, feeling a sting as her bottom landed on his thighs.

He wrapped his arms around her as she settled. Stroking her hair, he spoke softly and soothingly in her ear.

‘Well done my sweet, obedient Delilah. All is well now and we start afresh. Remember that you must tell me as soon as something goes wrong. If you miss a deadline, if you don’t complete a task, if you do anything of which I would not approve, you will tell me immediately. Then we can get things back on track quickly. Ok?’

“Mmmm, yes, Sir,” she cuddled into him, feeling very supported and cared for.  “I will be sure to tell you next time.  I’ve learned my lesson!”

‘Good girl.’

She nuzzled his neck.  “I love to hear those words.”  She kissed the spot between his shoulder and his collar bone.  Squirming a little bit on his lap she could feel that he was aroused, and that doubled her desire.

“Do you know what else I like?”