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"Yes **** you were bad. Slaves need to know their place and I have to punish you." I said trying to sound as demanding as possible. "Go to my room and strip." I barked. Carrie practically ran across the apartment her leaving her clothes behind like a trail of bread crumbs. I struggled to keep a smile off my face in case she looked back. But I wasn't very successful. I stood and followed her a couple minutes later.

As I walked towards my room, my cock woke up and soon was standing at attention. I knew what I wanted to do and I couldn't help but think back to all my stories of how the women were punished. Usually with ropes, whips, clips and general misery. But that wasn't what I had planned. I made sure my face showed at least a bit of anger, but I'm sure it was more the look of lust. I was so aroused about what she did and how she stood up I could hardly stand it. When I walked through my door, Carrie was on my bed, on her knees, her perfect naked ass facing me. She had her hands out above her head and her face on the mattress. I walked up behind her and slid my hand up and down her cheeks. I could feel her body trembling, but I also noticed something else. I could smell her sex. Her lips were swollen and they were definitely wet. My **** was aroused. I gently caressed her cheeks, making sure I touched her everywhere. When I drew my fingers down the crevice of her cheeks, I heard a moan. I continued sliding them down her slit until I reached her nub. As soon as touched her clit, I heard a gasp and her legs started to shake.

I was having just as much trouble controlling myself as she was. My hands were shaking as much as her thighs. I was certain she was listening closely, so I made a big deal out of unbuckling my belt and pulling it from my pants. I dropped my trousers as well as my boxers. My cock was so hard it hurt. But I dare not touch it. I pulled my polo shirt over my head and now I was a naked as she was. I wanted her to be completely aware of everything around her, so I tossed my clothes off to the side where she could see them. Then stepping behind her and still caressing her cheeks, I pinched her. I heard a squeak and smiled.

I waited for a few moments, knowing she knew right where I was. I grabbed her ass and held her roughly, with one hand. With the other I brought back the belt and smacked her trembling ass. I didn't hit her hard, but enough to sting. I heard her gasp and whisper, "One thank you Master."

I did it again a little harder, this time leaving a light pink stripe across her cheeks.

"Two, Ohhh Thank you Master." She gasped. I caressed her cheeks again but this time I stepped closer to her upturned ass.

I grabbed my cock and lined it up with her now dripping pussy. For a second I had second thoughts, but those thoughts passed quickly. I slid my cock up and down her winking pussy, gathering her juices and coating my plum shaped head.

Carrie was panting now, her breaths coming so fast I was afraid she would hyperventilate. I lined it up and pushed. I think we both moaned when I entered her. She was so tight and warm I thought I might lose it. I stopped when I was about halfway in. I wanted this to last. I held her there gently moving back and forth just savoring the moment I was taking her.

I tried to fuck her in measured strokes, but that didn't happen. In seconds I was pounding her like a piston. Pushing as deep into her as I could. I tried to think of anything but her warm moist center, but I haven't been laid in a long time. I would have liked to say I lasted for a long time and I made her orgasm over and over, but that didn't happen either. I think we both came at the same time however. I screamed out and so did she. We collapsed to the bed, my cock still buried deep inside her as my body slowly recovered from an orgasm as intense as I could ever remember. I felt my cock soften and plop out. I rolled over on the bed and looked at her. She was panting and still shaking. She opened her eyes and looked at me.

Her face a mixture of confusion and contentment.

"Master?" She asked. "I...I...don't..."

I put my finger to her lips. "Quiet, don't say a word." I said and closed my eyes. I wanted to savor the moment and not diminish it with words. We lay there for a long time before I leaned over and gave her a kiss. She looked at me and started to say something but I spoke first.

"I hope you have learned your lesson. I expect you to remember this the next time Margaret speaks to you again." I said trying to keep a straight face. But that was impossible. I burst out laughing and a second later she did too.

We lay there looking at each other, me satisfied, her confused and content. I knew that I should say or do something, but at the moment words failed me. I lay facing her my eyes locked on hers. I smiled and whispered, "You have questions?"

Carrie nodded, but didn't speak. "Go ahead, ask." I said.

"Master, I'm confused, I yelled at your neighbor, I pushed her out the door and told her off. I'm a ****. I have always been trained to do only as I'm told." She quietly said.

I smiled and nodded, but didn't say a word. I wanted her to tell me what was going through her mind.

"You... ordered me in here to punish me, but you took me instead. How is that punishment?"

"Carrie, punishment comes in many forms. Sometimes it's pain, sometimes its denial, sometimes its pleasure. What you did was protect you and me. For that your punishment was for me to take you as mine. I wanted you to know that no matter what you do, you are mine. I could have spanked your ass or tied you up and tortured you, but instead I took you. Now the next time you stand up for yourself, you will be punished again. Maybe I'll take your ass next time." I explained.

I knew what I said would only confuse her more, but what I hoped was if she was confronted again, she would stand up and surrender another part of herself to me. I wanted her to take charge of her life while surrendering to me a piece at a time.

"Now what else do you want to say." I asked again.

"Master, I'm afraid of your rules. I was never let out on my own by any of my owners. I can't remember out alone except when I escaped. I was so scared outside. I have for so long been told what to do I can't refuse any command. I'm sorry Master, I don't know if I can follow your rules."

I sat up and looked at her. I don't think I realized how broken she was until that moment. This was a woman that had been totally broken. Her individuality had been destroyed. She was so dependent on her owners, she had been conditioned to not think but only to obey. I wondered if I was making it worse by what I was doing. I was looking at a grown up adult child.

I didn't have an answer so I just leaned over and gave her a hug. I held her tight pulling her against me and caressing her back. We stayed like that for a long time. It wasn't until I heard her snore lightly that I tried to move away. But when I tried to slip out, her arms squeezed me tighter. I smiled, kissed her forehead and drifted off to sleep.