She had not been living with Master long.... she knew the day would come when she would inevitably disappoint him and she would be punished; in fact Master had warned her about this but foolishly she had thought not me... I am a good girl... "Get in the car, my bad little girl," Master said in a low calm voice. The heels of her black leather boots clicked against the pavement as she made her way to the passenger side of the automobile. His eyes took in the site of his little slavelet. Clad in her school clothes she looked young an innocent. Today she was wearing a red and black plaid skirt that hit a couple of inches above her knees. Long legs encased in sheer black stockings called attention to the firm curves of her limbs. A matching tight black knit sweater completed the look, moulding to her over-developed breasts. Under that skirt he knew she wore a pair of black lace panties. Thinking to himself she should have known better; time his sweet slut learned a lesson in obedience. Panties were no longer a right but a privilege... and she had not been given permission to wear them today. As she slides into the seat he commands her to lift her skirt up. Nervous eyes dart his way as a deep crimson blush covers her cheeks. She now knows that somehow Master found out, had known that she had worn the forbidden article of clothing. Hands tremble as she hikes the skirt up. There nestled at the junction of her thighs is the offending garment. A mere scrap of dark lace covering her mound. Reaching over he grasps the waist band of the flimsy panty and rips it from her body. Holding the bit of material in front of her face he asks, "What is this princess?". They are still in the parking lot of her school... eyes dart around to see if anyone is watching. Fresh waves of embarrassment wash over her as she realises anyone walking by can see in the car. Before she can stammer out an explanation and beg for mercy Master says "Spread your legs wide open now my pet, and do not make me repeat myself." Head bowed, in an attempt to let her long red hair hide her, she slowly complies with his command. Legs part reviling her swollen pink pussy. Taking the panties and balling them up he roughly shoves them inside of her. "Now my dear, how does it feel to be a panty stuffed slut?" he asks, laughing. Thankfully Master does not seem to require an answer to his question and starts the car. Damn she thinks. How did he know? It seems that Master is always two steps ahead of her, knows all the tricks she thought had been perfected and manages her quite well. If it hadn't been for last night she would have never broken that particular rule; the no panty rule. Cursing again she sits back in her seat knowing the ride home will be over all too soon and that her first real punishment will begin. Her mind wanders to last evening's lesson... one in humility and sexual stimulation. She had just gotten out of the shower. A large fluffy bath towel was wrapped around her as she stepped into the bedroom. Master was sitting on the edge of the bed. Smiling she had walked over to him, always happy to see him. He had ordered her to position herself on her back, spread-eagled on the bed. Thinking it was to be yet another game of passion, sexual instruction in the ways of BDSM she quickly and eagerly complied. He had said that no bonds would be used but, that she was to hold completely still no matter what... that in a moment she would understand why. Lying in place with a pillow beneath her head she watches Master go into the bathroom. Running water was heard and then a few minutes later he appears again with a very hot wet towel. He places this directly over her pussy, covering it completely and then turns, returning to the bathroom. The heat from the towel is doing things to her as curiosity grows. What is Master up to this evening she wonders. After a few minutes he returns again with a basin filled with water, steam rises in gentle waves from the bowl. A can of shaving cream along with a razor is in the other hand. Oh no she says to herself as it hits her what Master is about to do. Just as she is about to utter a plea Master's eyes connect with her own deep blue ones and she knows better than to say anything. Shivering slightly as the towel is removed she wills her body still, intent on obeying Master's instructions to the very letter. Cool thick cream is spread liberally over her neatly trimmed bush. Stepping back Master then takes razor in hand and begins to shave... Long sweeping strokes from the top of her pubis downward, over lips that conceal her hidden warmth. Rinsing the razor in the basin he repeats this action again and again. Not even daring to breath for fear of being cut she watches as dark hair is removed only to reveal pale pink flesh. At last Master is done. Taking the wet towel he wipes her down, removing all traces of shaving cream. Next he holds up a mirror. "Look at your cunt now. How smooth it looks. How swollen your lips look now that they are no longer hidden by hair. A fuck toy like you, my kitten, needs to be kept like this always, exposed and open to me... always ready for My pleasure. Understand princess?". "Yes Master, I understand," she tells him. "Good little one, now for your reward... By being exposed to me in such a way you will benefit as well," Master tells her. Eyes wide she watches as Master strips off his clothes. Greedily she takes in the sight of this man who has possessed her body and soul. The vision of his naked well formed body creates a familiar stirring between her legs. Goodness how this man affects her with his strong arms, firm legs, broad chest... a trail of hair leads her eyes downwards to his beautifully thick swollen cock. Whimpering softly as Master positions himself between her legs. How frustrating this immobility is... arms ache to grab him and pull him deep inside of her wet hole. Rock hard prick in hand he runs it along her damp slit. Hands clench and grasp the bedclothes as he continues tormenting her. Juices begin flowing freely from between her legs. With his other hand he reaches up and twists her nipple hard, pulling it away from her chest. Rolling the taut bud between thumb and forefinger while the bulbous tip of his velvety hard cock rubs against the slick swollen folds of her flesh he asks her, "Are you my cum-slut? What is it that your sweet shaved cunt craves my kitten?". With a rush of words she begs him sweetly, "Master please fuck me. I need you inside of me so badly, filling and stretching my pussy. Yes, I am your cum-slut Master, am anything you want me to be... Please Master I beg you, I will do anything just please fuck your slave now Master... pleaseeeee". Looking up she watches his eyes dilate... darken with lust. Hips surge forward and with a single thrust he is imbedded deep inside her wanting hole. Crying out as he fills he she continues begging Master to use her for his pleasure; which in pleasing him is ultimately her pleasure as well. The wiry stiff hairs of his groin tease her newly shaved lips, heightening her pleasure. Thinking this, this new sensitivity, must be the reward Master had been referring to. Between the pounding of Master's cock and the new sensations felt it was not long before she was a mindless slut begging Master to be allowed to cum. Each stroke of his cock bringing her closer... so close but she knows that she is not allowed to cum unless given permission. "Master please," she whimpers. "I am not sure I can hold off any longer. Please Master, please let your princess cum for you. Please..." she begs. Legs tremble as she is filled and fucked beyond reason. Tiny beads of sweat form on her body, the result of her efforts to hold off the ultimate pleasure until given the order to submit. After what seems an eternity she hers Master growl in her ear a single command, "Cum....". Eyes lock with his as she falls over the edge. Full lips part as she screams out his name... panting as each spasm rocks her body and controls her mind. She can feel his seed shooting deep inside her, his sticky load mixing with her sweet musky juices. Lost in this haze of decadent desire she floats away on the tide that is her release.... Looking up she realises they are almost home. After thinking about last night she knows that the area between her legs is damp yet again. This morning getting dressed for school she just knew that she would not be able to go out in a short skirt and a shaved pussy. That was just too much. It was bad enough that Master forbade her to wear panties and insisted she always wear skirts to school but to have the cool air tease her exposed flesh... to risk someone catching a glimpse up her skirt... it was really just too much. Shifting in her seat she is reminded of where her panties now are; inside of her. The car stops in front of there home. Without a word Master steps out of the car. Dreading what is to come she lets herself out of the vehicle and follows him inside. He stops in the living room and sits down in his favourite chair. A large leather chair that fits his frame comfortably. "Come here kitten," he tells her. Standing before him she keeps her head bowed awaiting his next instruction. "Lift your skirt and open your legs" he commands. Face colours as she grasps the hem of her skirt exposing herself to him while parting her legs. Reaching up he removes the panties from her wet pussy. "Now tell me my dear what happens to little girls that do not do as they are told," he asks. "They get punished," she replies. "That is correct," he tells her, "Now I want you to bend yourself over my knees". Lowering herself across his lap she tries not to shake. If Master was ranting or yelling at her this would be so much easier but, his calm manner was unnerving her. Feeling so vulnerable across his lap with skirt up around her waist she curses herself for not obeying him and vows to do better next time. "Open your mouth kitten," he says and then stuffs the wet panties into her mouth effectively gagging her. His large hand easily captures both of her wrists and stretches her over him. Without warning the first smack hits her bottom with a loud stinging slap. Allowing just enough time for the full effect to register but not fade away he smacks her rounded bottom again and again. A rhythm of blows rain down upon her tender ass causing muffled cries to be heard. Master continues as the creamy white flesh of her backside turns from a pale pink to a bright red. A painful warm covers her bottom as tears streak her face. Each new contact with her burning ass makes her jerk and twist in response. The spanking seems to last forever as she had lost count after twentieth swat or so. Suddenly the panties are pulled from her mouth leaving behind the taste of her own sweet juices. Master has pulled her up into his lap and is holding her tightly kissing away the tears. She whispers an apology and promise to never wear panties again unless told to.... patting her head Master smiles.