"Did you get your bum smacked again last night? Did he screw you over the kitchen table as soon as you got through the door? Or did he tie you down to the bed and rape you good and hard while you screamed for mercy? Did you have to suck him? Or take it in your bum hole?" Tracy kept up a tirade of nagging questions when Stephanie sat at her desk the next morning. Stephanie tried to ignore them but Tracy just stood there with a smirk on her face as if to say, "You're getting your comeuppance now bitch.

"That's none of your business you nosy cow!" Stephanie's cool finally snapped and she spoke more forcibly than she intended and caused the others to stop and look her way. Her reply only brought a whoop of derision from Tracy. Stephanie knew she'd made a mistake in answering that way and David wouldn't be in for another twenty minutes or so to stop the snide questioning. He was driving today because he had to call at a client's premises on his way and it was too dangerous to cycle along the busy main road in the rush hour to get there. Tears ran down her face as Tracy began asking more and more intimate questions as to what David had made her do, but she resolutely refused to give any further answer. The questioning would have continued had not Kelly put an end to it and told Tracy to get on with her work. That Kelly had taken that action and not joined in the questioning, surprised and pleased her.

Barbara picked her up on her way into work but had only made polite conversation about the weather and the work that was to be done but now she was here, Tracy was determined to give her a hard time. The pair had never got on very well at the best of times but until now, Stephanie was always in the position of authority. Tracy was determined to get her own back.

A few minutes after the altercation died down, Polly came to her desk and gripped her shoulder reassuringly for a moment or two and then left to get on with her own work. Knowing that she had at least one ally on the staff, lifted Stephanie's spirits a little. Polly now seemed to be her friend even though she was almost young enough to be her daughter and Kelly seemed to be acting as a proper supervisor. Stella, as always, was in a little world of her own, totally immersed in the artwork on the screen. Fighting back her tears, Stephanie tried to sort the paperwork for the day's work, and blot out her thoughts on the previous night. However, the memories kept returning of David and what he did to her.

Mid afternoon Kelly came to her desk holding a set of car keys, "I've cleared it with David, Steph you are to take his car and deliver Beecham's order. You'll have to put the back seats down to get it all in. Take Polly to help you load and unload it and if they have their next order ready for us, bring that back with you."

"They're still deciding on the actual wording and layout," Jack the foreman at Beecham's informed them, "They say about half an hour. Can you wait that long? The canteen's still open if you want a cuppa." Stephanie phoned and Kelly said to wait. "It's not worth coming back and having to go out there again. We're fairly quiet here for an afternoon."

"Would you like to talk about it Steph? It's okay if you say no, but if you want to get it off your chest, I can listen and it won't go any further. There's no one around that can hear." Polly and Stephanie sat in a corner of the canteen each with a mug of tea in front of them. Stephanie was silent for a while, partly thinking about what happened and partly trying to decide whether to tell Polly.

"We did it Poll. We made love and I liked it although I didn't tell him so but I think he knew. Like you said, it didn't hurt and it made me feel close to him even if I didn't want to. He seemed to try and make it good for me, wasn't rough or anything."

"Good for you Steph. If you can enjoy it with David, you can enjoy it with a man you really want to be with." Stephanie related the events of the evening and her first sex for many years.

"I found it very difficult to sleep at all. It was so strange to have someone in bed with me. I have never ever slept with a man, or a woman for that matter. Not even as a child. I think it's been a while for David too because he seemed very restless. I'd just drifted off to sleep when he woke me. It was only six o'clock but he wanted to do it again so by the time I got to work I was still tired and a bit sore and when Tracy started on me, I lost it for a minute. Do you think she'll complain to David while we're away?"

"I wouldn't have thought so," Polly replied trying to reassure the older woman, but knowing Tracy she secretly she believed she would.

By the time they returned to Kwikprint it was 4:30 but the place was a hive of activity to get an order finished before five. Tracy smirked as they came in through the main entrance and Polly guessed she'd been right in assuming she'd complained to David about Stephanie's indiscretion. This was confirmed when David ordered Stephanie into his office.

"I'm disappointed in you slave," David started, "You couldn't control your temper for two minutes when I wasn't around. Well you know what I have to do. Over the desk with you."

"Sir, please it wasn't�"

"Don't start whining or making excuses. Over the desk."

"No�please�" David wasn't going to listen, not after her outburst of last Friday. Gripping her arms he forcibly pushed he across his desk, raised her skirt and started to spank.

"Whaap! Whaap! Whaap! Whaap!" David laid two stinging blows on each of her bottom cheeks."

"Don't do it David. It wasn't really her fault." Polly entered the office unannounced. "If anything you should be spanking Tracy. She was goading her so bad as soon as she came in."

"Get out Poll. This is nothing to do with you." David ordered.

"No sir, I'm not leaving yet. Steph's done a lot of things I haven't liked but almost anyone would have snapped at the way Tracy was provoking her into telling what you two did together last night. I know master's don't HAVE to be fair to their slaves but it will probably help your personal relationship if you are."

"Okay Poll, you've made your point for the moment. I don't want to be unfair. What really happened." He allowed Stephanie to stand while Polly recited her version of the morning's altercation. " Thanks Poll. Well she did lose her cool with Tracy even if she was under pressure so I think that in this case, four smacks is enough. Clean yourself up a bit Steph and either stay here or go back to your desk. Next time I promise I'll ask for your version of the event first."

Stephanie decided it would be best to go to her desk and make it seem that little happened. Because of Polly's intervention, she would be able to sit well enough.

"Tracy will you come into my office please?" David called out loud enough for everyone to hear. "She emerged ten minutes later looking very subdued but she wouldn't say what happened. She glared at both Stephanie and Polly but went back to her desk for the few remaining minutes of the day. Stella had to stay and complete some work ready for printing first thing in the morning so David stayed too. He and Stephanie sat either of the artist as she deftly moved clips around on the screen and asked for their opinion. Not that she really took much notice. Her ideas were generally far better than theirs, but it kept them occupied.

Finally, when they could sit back while the laser printer did a proof, David asked, "What's your version of this morning's fracas Stella?"

"Oh I guess Tracy wanted to know all the juicy bits of what happened between you two last night, well I guess we all did, but Tracy was rather forcible in her probing and suggested some of the more obscene things you might have done to her. Steph told her to mind her own business and not to be a nosy cow. She was a bit sharp with her tongue but I could understand why and then Kelly went and sent Tracy back to work. I think I would have said something similar to her if it had been me. Or probably I'd have said worse. It was obvious she was trying to humiliate Steph."

"Sir?" Stephanie started when they were relaxing in front of the TV later that evening. David had her on his lap and was playing with her tits. "Sir? Will you make me do the things Tracy suggested?"

"Like what Steph?"

"Like sucking you and having you in my bottom."

"Yes, I expect so, but we'll work up to them gradually. Lisa didn't mind sucking my prick but wasn't into sodomy. I would like to try that when we get to know each other better." He paused and then went on with a little grin, "But with a slave it doesn't matter if she's keen or not." His arm tightened around Stephanie's body and he rolled one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. "I think this might be a good time to watch a video. It was supposed to be an instructional video for newly weds but really it's more porn in content. It'll give you some idea of what we might do."

The video started with the wedding ceremony and cut to the bedroom with the groom undressing his bride. While the narrator stressed the importance of couples getting to know each other's bodies the man openly groped the woman's tits. In turn she massaged his balls and prick. "Often on the first night together, both the bride and groom are so nervous of doing it for the first time, they do not become fully aroused. In this case the groom should stimulate his bride orally�" The scene cut to a close-up of the man tonguing the woman's cunt while the narrator gave a blow-by-blow account of what he was doing and the bride moaned loudly in false ecstasy. "Often too the man fails to get a full erection through nervousness at the thought of having to perform well for the bride's inauguration to sex. If this is the case it is the bride that needs to perform orally�"

"Watch carefully, Steph. You will do this to me afterwards although it won't be through the necessity of getting me erect," David laughed and Stephanie knew what he meant. His prick was fully hard and resting against her thigh.

As she watched the woman give an expert blowjob; definitely she wasn't the virgin bride the video claimed, Stephanie debated within herself whether or not she would do it to David. David, her boss, her master. "Damn the man! Why am I so aroused? Why does he keep rubbing my clit? Or is it the film making me so wet? It seems so disgusting to put that thing in a person's mouth and yet that woman seems to be enjoying it. She's only a whore actress though. What if I refuse? Another spanking I suppose. What if I bite it? A worse spanking? Maybe the cane? Or I get thrown out and have to look for another job. What if he spurts his stuff in my mouth?" The last question was answered on the video.

"�Oral stimulation of the penis may cause ejaculation, often premature ejaculation." The woman opened her mouth for the camera and showed what appeared to be a large quantity of sperm coating her tongue. "�There is no need to be concerned about this. The fluid emitted is almost tasteless and will cause no harm. Some women try and spit it out but it is cleaner and a far more satisfactory experience for both parties if she swallows the emission and continues to gently suck on the penis until it is fully clean. With a young couple the man will regain his erection in a short while and�"

David stopped the tape. "Kneel between my legs Steph." Stephanie looked at his prick and hesitated. It looked clean enough but she knew he'd pissed out of it after the washing-up had been done. It was one thing to see it on film, quite another to do it for real. And it looked as if he wanted her to go all the way, like that whore� "Do it slave," David commanded more forcibly, "It's not going to hurt you any but my hand or my slipper will."

She knelt and took his prick in her hand. Her nose registered a faint musky aroma, a slight smell she hadn't noticed when she'd washed it in the shower, but it didn't seem too unpleasant. "But why does he want to put it in my mouth when he's spent so much time stimulating me that I'm soaking wet and my nipples are hard? I'll have to do it though. Got to appear to accept my slavery I suppose." Closing her eyes in an effort to pretend it wasn't his prick that was going to suck, she opened her mouth and took the end in. After a few moments David's hand on the back of her head gently pushed her further on to his prick and then made her suck him in the manner she'd seen on the film. She opened her eyes and looked up at him as if to ask, "Is this what you wanted?" It wasn't too unpleasant either. In fact she decided it wasn't unpleasant at all but again preferred not to reveal the fact to her master. "The worst part is the way his hair tickles my nose, but what about when he comes. His won't be a premature ejaculation like those fake teenage lovers. I'll be doing this for a while. Should I make more effort and get it over quickly or just let him work himself and take longer? Get it over with girl. It's not that bad and I like the way I'm actually controlling him without him knowing it." Stephanie started to imitate the girl on the video and despite not wanting to, David quickly shot his sperm load into her mouth. At first Stephanie hardly realised that he'd done so. There wasn't much taste and certainly none of the 'hot boiling liquid' she remembered reading in a novel.

David's hand kept her head in position for a short while before releasing her and sitting her on his lap again. "That was really great," he praised, "Thanks. I hope I can satisfy you in a little while." He kissed her gently and could taste a little of his own spending on her lips.

For a time they cuddled without watching the remainder of the video. Stephanie's mind again a whirlpool of mixed emotions. She conceded that she was enjoying his attentions and much of what he did with her but always there was the underlying feeling that she shouldn't let him take control of her in this way. While lying in David's arms she analysed her options, "On the whole, so far at least, my life as a slave hasn't been too bad. He keeps me, we have good food that I don't pay for and he seems to like me. I've been spanked though and have to give in to his sexual desires. Why can't I say 'he fucks me'? I'm growing to like that although I don't tell him so. I think he knows it. I suppose I can take it for a week or two until I get enough money in the bank to put a deposit down on a car and I can get another job. I still have to pay rent on the other place but the fuel and phone charges will be down. Still have to deal with the girls at work. That Tracy treats me like shit. I suppose the others aren't too bad. Kelly surprised me. She didn't give me the grief I expected."

"Up you get slave girl. Make us a hot drink and then it will be bedtime." David interrupted her reverie.

"Yes master," Stephanie replied in good humour and laughed as David aimed a mock slap at her backside.