Nothing Katz can't teach her about.

Stuttering in the face of his stare, MJ said, “I, I, I.” She realized at that moment, it wasn’t the slaps, or the spanks that she feared, it was that stare. It was what truly made her submit. The rest was just trappings, extras, pleasant additions.

“Shhh, it’s OK Red. It’s your first day. Calm yourself and explain in detail.” Nick wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly to him. One hand patting her head like her father used to do, one hand now grasping her ass like he owned it. His face still cold and eyes still stern, but his body was warm and hug caring. MJ felt a kiss below her eye, only then realizing he had kissed away the single tear dripping down her face.

Calming herself she began, “I disobeyed Sir’s order, took too long to pick up my jacket and I teased Sir.”

Still hugging and caressing her body, Nick let out a whisper, “Not as detailed as you should be and you missed one important thing.”

“What, Sir?”

“Red, congratulations you have new pronouns. You didn’t use them.”

Met with a blank stare, Nick could only continue, “Little Red, you will learn, you are owned now. You have no ownership. You should refer to yourself as ‘this ****’, ‘this slut’ or ‘this Red’ or something to that extent.”

“I unders...your Red understands, Sir.”

“I was going to be nice and let you walk over there before you were rewarded with my meat, but you disobeyed and were slow at the task assigned.” Pausing to let it sink in, MJ blushed before Nick continued, “Still, this is new to you, so I won’t just drag you by your hair. I want you to wrap this jacket tightly around your neck and hand it to me to use as a leash. I expect you down on your hands and knees crawling after me. From now on, when I say heel, this will be what is expected. Understood, my Red slut?”

“Yes, Ni..Sir.” MJ answered, but not before her hands had begun to move, to create her temporary leash and collar.

As she slowly knelt on the soft cold dirt, she found herself thinking about how this was probably the dirtiest she had been since she was a little kid. She always had a clean put together look as a model, especially in public. Yet, here she was, dried tears on her cheeks, hickies on her neck, ass probably red with hand marks. Shorts dripping wet from sweat and her lady juices, on her hands and knees about to be led behind a tree to blow and fuck an ugly, fat, sweaty man, simply because he had ordered it of her. She couldn’t be more excited, only a small spark of apprehension existed in her furthest recesses.

As if anticipating her ****, Nick slowly crouched next to her, placing a soft kiss on her head, hands holding her cheeks delicately. “Good job my Red slut. We will go slowly. No more than five lessons will be expected to be learned in a day. This is your third lesson from me you need to remember. How to follow, how to heel. The first was to obey orders. The second was how to call yourself. I may teach more than five, but I will let you know which ones are to be learned that day. I will teach you slowly. Only two more for your little **** brain to learn today. Most will not be about sex, and trust me, if you make a mistake there will be punishment. For now, we go to your reward.”

Standing, Nick began to walk. No order, no tug. He just expected her to follow properly.

A smile lit his face as he felt no tension from his leash. His bitch was learning.

A smile lit hers in anticipation of her reward.