Master

�You can call me Master. But only in private,� he hastened to add.

He put his arms around her and gave her a hug. He loved the feel of her body against his and wanted to feel it even more when she wasn’t wearing clothes. He thought about what was in the bag and couldn’t wait to try it.

Jennifer was shocked for a second but quickly came to terms with it. Master. It seemed so strange to call anyone that. It reminded her of the medieval ages, the way names were given back then but she knew her experience would be much different.

She also had a growing curiosity to what was in the suitcase. She hadn’t seen it out in a long time. It had been lying in her father’s room for a while but she never really cared what was in it. Now, though, was a different situation. Since it was now going to have something to do with her she knew she would need to know.

She hugged him back, released him and slid off the bed. She walked over to the suitcase and lifted it up. �I would rather not see, until after you see it.� She placed it down on the bed and turned it so it was facing Paul when it opened but the lid would be facing her. �Do want me to open it...� She almost choked on the next word but it seemed to flow out more naturally than she thought it would have. �Master?� She blushed after saying it, knowing she had just admitted he now held all the power.

Paul felt a rush go through him when she called him Master. He had no idea what it was but it was incredible. Master. He was totally in charge of a beautiful girl that he had strong and growing feelings for. �No, don’t open it yet. I will get to it but I want to have you naked first.� He walked over to her and began to confidently unbutton her shirt. He was glad to see that she didn’t resist. He decided that she knew he had already seen her naked and would again tomorrow so it really didn’t matter.

He took his time undressing her. This was different because he could touch her to his heart’s content as he removed her clothing. As he drew off her shirt, he ran his hands down her arms, feeling her shudder as he did. She wasn’t wearing a bra so he then indulged himself with fondling her breasts. Then he leaned down and took one of her nipples in his mouth. He sucked on it and felt it grow hard. He turned to the other one and did the same. Then he undid and drew down her pants, leaving her in just her panties. He stepped back and took a good, hard look at her, staring until she started to fidget and blush.

Jennifer didn’t know if she should move forward and climb into his embrace or stand still and let him look. She had a feeling she was doing what he wanted from the looks he was giving her. She could feel her face getting brighter the more he stared but she didn’t want him to stop.

Paul knew what he was doing and Jennifer couldn’t help but wonder if he had done this to any other girls before. He wasn’t an amateur at what he was doing and she recognized that. Finally she was able to break free of his gaze and lurched forward into his arms. She wrapped her arms firmly around his neck, her breasts pressed against his chest.

She didn’t know what he would want her to do next. She could never have predicted the change of events that had unfolded since she arrived home. She had the feeling that her decisions had opened a door in her life she would never be able to close again. �Don’t let go,� she whispered into his ear and enjoyed every moment she had until he gave her his next order.

When Paul heard what she said, he was stunned. He dropped his hand to her ass to pull her in closer and just stood there with her in his arms. Her father had told him she would react this way and he hadn’t believed him. He knew his daughter well.

Finally he let her go and pushed her away. �Time to get on with your spanking,� he told her. �First, though, I’m supposed to get you ready.�

She looked at him puzzled.

He went to the briefcase and opened it. Dying of curiosity, she peeked over his shoulder to see. Then she gasped.