Tame her with a spanking

“Are you going to be an obedient little slavegirl for me?” I pull on her chain, so she has **** but to stumble towards me and I catch her in my arms pressing her naked body against mine. “Are you a cocksucker, Miss Miller?” I ask as she squirms in my arms. “Is that how you keep your horny boyfriends out of your panties?”

“That's disgusting, Lord Patterson!” With a final effort she wiggles out of my grip. “You're a sick pig!”

“If you don't want me to tan your backside, you're going to have to change your attitude, Miss Miller.” Instead of backing down, Alison takes a deep breath and dares me to follow up on my threat.

“A spanking, Lord Patterson?” Even with her hands chained Alison is still somehow able to look contemptuous as she flips her hair and smirks. “I'm not a little girl you know, and you are certainly not my father.” I grin in anticipation, if I was her father, I wouldn't be able to any of the things I have planned for my new '****'. With the collar around her neck, it easy to drag her over to her chair and bend her over the back.

“Last chance, Miss Miller. Are you ready to start your new duties by getting on your knees and kissing my cock?” Her heel comes up in an attempt to get to my balls, but her foot glances off the outside of my thigh. It hits hard enough that if I had been four inches to the right my plans for the weekend would have had to be postponed. I waste no time at all securing her wrists to the front foot of the chair and pull my belt free from my pants. “Well, when you've had enough all you have to do is beg me to let you kiss the fuck-rod that's going to pop your cherry.” This is a no-lose proposition for me. I don't really want to hurt my sweet tenant, but I put the control back with her. Even better, when she does submit, I'll get to feel her plump lips kissing me where it counts.

Alison's ass looks even better bent over the back of the chair, and when I run the folded leather belt over the round curves lifted so invitingly, she moans softly and wiggles her cheeks in anticipation.

“Do you think you can tame me like this, Lord Patterson?” Her voice is husky with desire. “Go ahead you bastard, I'm tougher than I look.” With her permission, I raise the belt to my shoulder and bring it down with a sharp 'smack' on her butt. It wasn't really a hard blow but the folded leather makes a nice sound.

“Is that the best you've got, Lord Patterson?” She taunts me. “You can do that all night.” With this feedback I make sure the next one comes down a lot harder.

“Oww!”

“Had enough Miss Miller?” I ask as I lift my arm again, “Are you ready to put your mouth to better use than your defiant nonsense?”

“Fuck you, Patterson!”

“Smack!”

“You bastard!”

“SMACK!” That one is the hardest one by far and I wonder how much of this Alison will endure before submitting and I can get to the good part.

“Oh, shit that hurts, ... go ahead, I can take it.”