Next morning, Boxing Day, I had reason to believe he might take after his father. We showered together and I sucked him but after a long session earlier, he didn’t come. Afterwards I followed him into his computer room and sat beside him while he opened his emails. Nothing untoward there. I wondered if he would have normally opened the porno spam mail but he didn’t that day. Then when I asked about his web page he opened it up and, as a professional, I looked at it critically. Technically it was fine but there was nothing eye-catching in the design. By then I thought that I knew him well enough to remark, That’s a grotty looking page. Is that the best you can do? Even as the words came out, I knew that I had offended him and for a few moments his eyes showed his anger but then they changed to brightness again.

“So a lowly slave dares to criticise her master’s work. I cannot condone such insubordination and feel it is my duty to see that she is well and truly punished. I could tell he was having difficulty in keeping a straight face as he pushed his chair away from the keyboard and pulled me over his lap. The spanks he laid on my poor bottom, although fairly gentle, on top of the welts they hurt more than I think he realised and although I squealed and pleaded he didn’t stop until the whole area was well reddened. When he finally let me up, I could see his prick was hard and ready for action. He didn’t take me back into the bedroom as I had expected but pushed me over the back of the one easy chair in the room and took me doggie fashion. His groin hitting my sore buttocks caused me to squirm and move but he held me firmly and continued until he came. By then I’d climaxed several times and we were both laughing at my half attempts to evade his clutches.

“You are a beast sir, I grinned when he finally released me and I could rub my poor nates.

“And you slave girl are going to show me how you can design a better page and if it isn’t satisfactory, I’ll warm your bottom again.”

“And if it is better, do I get to smack yours sir?”

I really only meant it as a joke but he took it seriously and he said slowly, If you can produce something that captures my imagination and will make a client take a second and a third look at the page, then it will be worth having my arse warmed a little.”

“Or more than a little like mine?”

“Okay, he laughed and we hugged for a while until he said, Well go to it slave girl, you have until lunchtime.”

I winced when I sat on the chair but he just grinned. I tried to look angry and snarled as best I could, You’ll need a cushion as well later.”

It didn’t take me long to get used to the controls on his computer. It was a newer, faster model to the one in the office but it was a Mac loaded with the same programmes and I was soon absorbed in manipulating images in Photoshop and importing them into Dream Weaver. Bobby kept asking questions and the time flew by until interrupted by a gentle knock on the door. It was open and Karen stood there with a grin on her young face. Sorry I didn’t expect you both to be naked. I’d forgotten his nudity and so apparently had he. He blushed and tried to cover his prick but it was too late; Karen was staring at it. So what mother says is true, she giggled, You have got a big one. A big one for a big girl.”

Once more her laugh was infectious and we couldn’t take offence. Bobby recovered and asked, Did you come down for a reason Karen or was it just to check up on us?”

“Both, her tinkling voice replied, Would you like coffee brought down or will you be coming up for it. In the state you’re in I think I know the answer to that. And there’s no need to run and get dressed before I bring it down, I’ve seen it all now even though you’re trying to hide it!”

“And he’ll need his bottom bare for me to spank it later, I added, much to my own surprise as to theirs. I had certainly changed in the last two days. Karen looked at me with a puzzled expression on her face. It’s a bet, I told her and added, That is if a master doesn’t renege on his slave.”

While we sipped our coffee Bobby remarked quietly, I won’t renege Hayley and I can see already what a huge difference you’ve made to the pages. You’re an artist and I’m only a technician. I’ll deserve my spanking. Do you want to do it now?”

“When I finished. Not too much to do now. In fact it well over an hour later before I declared a halt and told him he could upload it on to the site when he wanted. It greatly pleased me that he added my name to the home page for supplying the artwork.

“Do you want me in here or in the bedroom? We decided on the bedroom with me sitting well back on the bed and him lying lengthways along it and draped over my lap. I had to tuck his prick between my thighs to keep it out of the way. Again I wondered at the changes this Christmas had wrought in me. Prior to being auctioned, I would never have even looked at a man’s prick, now I handled Bobby’s in the same sort of way I would handle cutlery.

“You must do it properly Hayley. For the next few minutes, pretend that you are the master and I am the slave. I misjudged your ability and you proved I was so very wrong. The pages you designed were fantastic. He paused, Please Mistress Hayley, spank me like the naughty boy that I am.”

Even after his words, I was still not sure about doing it but I raised my hand and brought it down fairly hard on his left bottom cheek. He didn’t flinch but a red mark appeared. I did the same on the other one but again not a murmur from him. Perhaps a big man like him doesn’t feel the pain like I do, I thought and hit a bit harder for the next two. Still no reaction so I started hitting as hard as I could and really got into the swing of it when I heard his first cry of pain. By then his bottom was fiery red and I decided he’d had enough and if I carried on, he would likely punish me in a similar way when he found reason to. He told me later that even the first smack hurt but he gritted his teeth and held out as long as he could because he didn’t wish me to think he was a wimp.

Dan and Phyl were already seated when we walked, or rather hobbled, in for lunch and Karen and Marie came out to serve us. I see you won your bet Hayley. Her cheeky smile lit up her face. Bobby was dressed in loose sweat pants and top but he had to make two attempts at sitting carefully before finally sitting down properly.

“What have you two been up to? Dan asked.

“I bet her that she couldn’t design a better web page for me, dad. She did a fantastic job and I had to pay her fee.”

“We bought her as your slave Bobby, not the other way round. Phyl’s voice was sharp and uncompromising. Use her as a master should use a slave and when it’s time, you have to give her back.”

It didn’t work out like she wanted. Bobby and I gradually fell deeper and deeper in love with each other. I even went out in the car with him on a couple of occasions when the weather was nice. I must have looked a comical sight, clothed as I was in an oversized sweat shirt of Bobby’s and with the legs of his sweat pants shortened to suit my legs and a chunky woollen sweater that Karen had bought at a school sale and which was much too big for her. Marie had shoes of my size and loaned me a pair of her socks. Bobby took pictures of me with his digital and threatened to publish them on the web but all he did was to make paper prints and he emailed copies to me before deleting the files. Dan and Phyl might have forbidden my first trip out but they’d been invited to neighbours for the day.

Bobby drove us to an almost deserted park and we sat in the warmth of the car eating our sandwiches when he suddenly turned serious. Hayley, I need to know.”

I turned and looked into his face and was concerned by his worried look. What is it Bobby?”

“Hayley, I need to know the truth. The truth about this slave thing. The truth about us. Whether you are just using me or if you really care. His words startled me out of the euphoria of the last few days that we had lived like true lovers. I knew that several times, he’d opened the envelope and looked at the instructions for my care but I’d thought he’d got passed the stage of believing what was written there. I knew now that if I wanted to keep him I would have to reveal the whole story and so sitting in the car on that winter’s morning, I started at the beginning with my life and the girl’s in the office. Tears streamed down my face and his as the story came out and he vowed revenge on Lisa, Sara and Cheryl. They are the ones really responsible for this, perhaps they should be sold too.”

“Bobby dear, remember that if they had not done so we would not have met.”

He still looked thoughtful and puzzled. I think there is more to it than that, there’s some pieces missing from this jigsaw puzzle and neither of us yet know where they fit. It seems odd to me that my father should hear of an auction far away from home and deliberately go out and buy you. Why did he choose you specifically? When it sounds as if he could have bought any of the others for much the same price? In fact he needn’t have paid more than half what he did. You said yourself that many of the other girls were physically more glamorous than you so there must have been a reason. A reason either you don’t know of or are still hiding from me. I declared that I had told him everything that I knew and added the riddle of the new leather cuffs into the mix. I think I convinced him of that but still the puzzle remained half forgotten in the back of our minds.