An infraction is found

Bill stands in the doorway for only a moment as he can see that there is definitely a fresh shine to the surfaces of the room. Stepping into the small room, he looks around taking a closer inspection to the shiny white surfaces.

Vyki sees Sir Bill go deeper into the room and she steps forward into the doorway to watch him spending way too much effort on looking at bathroom fixtures. However, a chill runs through her veins as she hears him call out, “ah ha!”

Bill figured this was going to be missed yet again as Paul always seemed to neglect this. Above there toilet is a shelving unit for storage to maximize the usefulness of the room, but it was built in such a way that there was barely an inch of space to allow the lid to be elevated and slid off the tank which Bill did at this moment. While the exposed front of the lid was pristine, there was a thick dusty coating on the back of the lid.

Vyki’s eyes went wide as she saw him pulling out the hidden covering. Quickly she tried to jump to defense, “Sir Bill, that’s covered up! I can’t get to that! I couldn’t clean....” Vyki’s babbling abruptly stopped as Bill’s muscular frame easily closed the minimal gap between them in the confined space. And the near wild wide eyes of her trainer spread fear into her.

Bill loved to watch her squirm almost as much as he loved to taunt Paul, so he played his part to the hilt with exaggerated frustration and anger, “is this porcelain, bitch?!?” He held up the lid just to the side of them.

Vyki timidly replied, “y-yes, S-sir.”

“Did I tell you to clean it?” Vyki could barely nod her head as he quickly continued, “Does it sparkle?!?” Again, Vyki could only shake her head as he was literally yelling in her face very quickly. “So, you didn’t do like you were assigned, did you, slut??”

“N-no, Sir,” Vyki meekly admitted with Sir Bill’s raging face inches from her.

Leaning back to put a token distance between himself and Vyki, Bill deliberately calmed his deminer and shifted his tone as his eyes softened and his facial expression morphed directly to a near judging expression as he sighed and said, “Vyki, I had better hope for you. I thought with your attention to detail and experience, you would do better, but I guess you’re no different than any other lazy, ignorant girl.” Bill could see hurt and panic wash over her, so he drove the act home and said, “I’m just disappointed that you might wash out without even trying. Wall.” Bill had purposedly moved right past the sharp statement as he pointed at the wall behind her.

Vyki was surprised to see his stance and projection change so quickly. She was almost more shocked by her own response as she felt relief at first, but then almost scared as his voice went flat. But worry and anxiety quickly came to the forefront as she realized she might actually fail Mistress, er Molly. She tried to plead her case and started “bu....” and was immediately interrupted with Sir Bill’s stern, forceful “WALL!” as it echoed off the tiny room while he pointed behind her.

Vyki shook as the sound reverberated through her core and practically drowned out her vocal training still cycling in her ear. However, her mind finally latched onto the lessons from this morning and slowly turned around to face the wall. Determined to get this right, she took a step back to get the right distance and put her hands on the dry wall above her and lent over. Turning her head to the side, she could see her form in the mirror and quickly shifted, aiming to get her form perfected for him. Looking back further in the mirror, she could see Sir Bill dusting off the surface of the hidden lid she had missed earlier. “Sir Bill, I’m really sorry....”

“Enough,” Bill uttered to stop her. “You were given an assignment and you failed it.” Bill reveled in which her body tense at that statement, “you will face your punishment and show me you can be a good girl and learn your lesson.” Bill could see the familiar glint of hope in her eye at possible redemption. “I am going to give you 15 swats. On each one, use the usual response, but on the odd ones, use your new sentence from earlier. On the even ones, I want to hear a random phrase from your vocal training.”

As he was uttering these instructions, Vyki focused on each detail parsing it apart as she watched the girl in the mirror making sure she held her form; determined to make her make this right with Sir Bill and show him she was not a failure. She could feel her stomach twist as a small bit of moisture formed in her eye when she heard his last instruction.

“Don’t disappoint, slut. You understand what you’ve been told?” Bill asked as a final preparation.

“Yes, Sir Bill, I understand what you have told this girl to accept her punishment.” Vyki responded watching a droplet of liquid fall from her eye.

With no further discussion, Bill took a proper stance next to her legs, took hold of the porcelain lid on either side like a wide sign, and brought it down squarely on both ass cheeks.

“1, thank you, Sir Bill. It is imperative I empower my Mistress with perfected service.” <BUZZ>

Vyki’s eyes had gone wide seeing the large white object and squinted just before impact. She wasn’t entirely surprised to see the improvised device, but was sure it was going to hurt. However, she was pretty sure he was not swinging nearly as hard as he had. While she was contemplating this all, she felt the smooth, cold surface land again.

“2, thank you, Sir Bill....” she paused trying to think which line to say. Panicking as she felt the coldness leave her exposed cheeks, she mimicked the line coming out of the earbud still lodged in her ear. “A good girl likes to be submissive.”

She got that in just in time before she felt the smooth porcelain land again.

“3, thank you, Sir Bill. It is imperative I empower my Mistress with perfected service.” <BUZZ>

The vibrations coming Sir Bill were triggering somehow felt completely hollow. In fact the whole process felt oddly disconnected to Vyki. She could only process this before she felt it hit again.

“4, thank you, Sir Bill.” Vyki considered trying to pick a poignant line but just fell back to mimicking what was in her ear. “A good girl wants their appearance to please their partner.”

Opening her eyes didn’t seem to help her feel any more connected as Sir Bill was not looking in the mirror. Instead he was just looking at his target as she jumped just a bit as the lid landed on her ass again.

“5, thank you, Sir Bill. It is imperative I empower my Mistress with perfected service.” <BUZZ>

The coldness and artificial nature of the implement made it feel so much harsher than Sir Bill’s hand had felt. The pain of the greater **** behind his hand was less harmful than the bitter chill distributed by the coated ceramic.

“6, thank you, Sir Bill.” Vyki actually felt herself sniffle before she uttered the transmission, “A good girl can be a slut.”

She shifted slightly on her legs, almost hoping that Sir Bill would say or do something. Maybe even look at her, but he stood impassively staring at her butt like he was just doing some job and she was an annoyance. She could see the girl in the mirror bounce again as she felt it land.

“7, thank you, Sir Bill. It is imperative I empower my Mistress with perfected service.” <BUZZ>

The teasing seemed to almost hurt as she felt he wasn’t even doing anything to cause it. It was just another part of her failing. She wasn’t even worth touching to correct, she was just a cold implement to hit yet again.

“8, thank you, Sir Bill. A good slut makes sure she is eagerly available anywhere, anytime.” Is that her problem? She’s just going through the motions? Not eager enough? Should she be showing him more appreciation?

“9, thank you, Sir Bill. It is imperative I empower my Mistress with perfected service.” <BUZZ>

Listening to it now, she can hear her own whine. Her own annoyance. She’s not showing him she’s learning anything. She’s just a little brat he’s been saddled with the arduous task of trying to get her in line.

“10, thank you, Sir Bill,” Vyki says with a bit more definition and breathes quickly before she says, “Cum is something every good girl should want.”

For the briefest of moments, she was sure she saw his eyes look up for just a moment. It was a tenous connection, but it was something. She had to grasp for it. As soon as the lid hit, he definitively called out.

“11, thank you, Sir Bill. It is imperative I empower my Mistress with perfected service.” <BUZZ>

She was sure his eyes came up that time. She was forging it. She knew she had done him wrong. She had disappointed Sir Bill, and she could do better, she knew it. She needed to show him.

“12, thank you, Sir Bill,” Vyki announces with earnestness, “Consuming cum is the ultimate sign of pleasing your partner.”

Sir Bill clearly looked up and locked eyes with her for just a moment before he turned his eyes back to her exposed. She wiggled it slightly as she got her stance firm and then held his target steady for him.

Bill was a little surprised by her tone to almost eagerness, as he held his back swing a moment and looked at her. He could see in her eyes, not despair or pain, but acceptance, and not defeat. Had she really.....? He couldn’t focus on that right now; he had a task at hand and looked at her white globes peeking out and brought the porcelain down again.

“13, thank you, Sir Bill. It is imperative I empower my Mistress with perfected service.” <BUZZ>

Feeling that tenuous connection again with Sir Bill, Vyki could feel a pleasant rush from the vibrations he was sending her and she let a small moan escape her lips as she blinked briefly before returning back to the mirror to watch Sir Bill work. She was glad to see him looking at her again and had to refrain from smiling from the warmth he was sending her as she knew she was getting the punishment she deserved, and she needed to take it. And take she did.

“14, thank you, Sir Bill,” Vyki said with complete honesty but surprised to feel a tingle run up her spine as that one seemed to land with more **** the previous ones had. She so surprised by the rush, she couldn’t stop the moan from escaping as she repeated the words in her ear, “I want to be a good cum slut.” She even felt her legs buckle a little as she spoke but she returned her body back to the proper form for Sir Bill to administer his blows appropriately.