Frank's done with her. Tara asks a favour

Tara was sobbing with the aftershocks of orgasm when Frank pulled out of her and stood up. Ignoring her whimpering, he strode into the bathroom to piss, then had a quick shower to wash the smell of fucking off himself.

After drying and dressing he returned to the room to find the girl curled up on the bed, dozing quietly. He smiled and shook his head then woke her with a smack on the rump that made her squeal and sit up, looking at him with wounded eyes.

"Time to go puppy," he sneered. "We'll have another training session soon. Try to behave yourself."

She looked around, then blushed deeply.

"My clothes...my dress...it's in my car...I changed into that outfit before I came...I can't go home dressed like that...please Master...would you get my dress?" She crawled across the bed to him, then rubbed her head against his thigh as she looked up at him piteously. "Please Master..."

He sneered down at her for a moment, then stepped back.

"This time and this time only. Next time you either plan better or you can get it yourself. Even if it means walking out there buck naked."

"Thank you Master..." she whimpered, smiling up at him as he left the room.