The Claiming by Tara Sue Me Read Free Book Online

before, this was the first time she would also be serving the submissives. Not only that, but Julie and Abby were her friends and she wanted everything to be perfect.
    Since the table was set, she could start on the tea. The water on the stove appeared to be almost ready, so she took the tray she was going to use and placed it beside the stove.
    â€œGood lord, woman, are you wearing that?”
    She jumped at the sound of Cole’s voice, spinning around, and placing a hand on her chest. “Sir, you frightened me.”
    â€œBe that as it may, I asked you a question.”
    â€œYes, Sir. This is what I’m wearing.” Which he knew, because he was the one who set it out this morning. She didn’t remind him of that, though.
    He was frowning and she didn’t like that, but she didn’t know what to do. He walked closer to her and she resisted the urge to kneel before him. His hands went to her upper thigh.
    â€œThe skirt is entirely too short.” His hands inched their way up and before long, he was teasing her sex. “And what is this? No bloomers? Someone is a dirty naughty girl.”
    â€œI’m sorry, Sir. I’ll do better in the future.” She couldn’t think of anything else to say, after all he was the one to pick out the outfit.
    â€œI’m sure you will. And I’m sure the thrashing I’m about to give your backside will also help you to remember.”
    He was going to spank her? Here? Now? “But, Sir. The water. And your guests are right outside the door.”
    â€œYes, they are. I reckon they’ll hear just how naughty you’ve been. Because I’m going to spank you loud enough so they hear.”
    Shit, he was completely serious. “The water,” she tried again.
    â€œWill be fine. Trying to get out of your spanking, however, only earns you more strokes.”
    She wisely kept her mouth shut.
    â€œGo stand in front of the counter. I want your hands on the edge, legs spread, and your backside raised up.”
    She didn’t move immediately. Instead, she watched as he opened up drawers, searching for something. But before she could see what he was looking for, he glanced up and saw her watching.
    â€œYou’re only adding to your spanking,” he said and went back to searching in the drawers.
    Fuck. She left him to his hunt and crossed the floor to the spot he’d indicated. It wasn’t until she moved into position, that she heard the drawer close.
    He was quiet as he made his way to her and when he was behind her, he placed a wooden spoon with holes on the countertop to her right.
    â€œDo you know why I picked the one with holes?”
    â€œLess wind resistance, Sir?”
    â€œYes, which also means it’ll hurt more. Perfect for a naughty servant, I think. Lift your skirt and show me your arse.”
    She did as he commanded and quickly got back into position.
    â€œVery nice. I’m not going to have you count, but I don’t want you to hold back. Cry, scream, curse my name. I want my guests to hear how I handle servant girls who dress inappropriately.”
    She told herself it was part of the role play. He wasn’t really going to give her a punishment spanking. Not like yesterday, but that didn’t stop her from clenching her ass in anticipation of the first strike.
    â€œOh dear,” he said, running a hand over her flesh. “We can’t have that. I guess I’ll have to resort to drastic measures.”
    She groaned because she knew exactly what he meant by
drastic measures,
he’d done something similar weeks ago.
    Sure enough, she felt the cool wetness of lube being applied to her anus. And she muffled a cry as he pushed a plug in.
    â€œThere we go. I like it so much, I’m going to have you wear it while you do the tea service. As a reminder of who owns this arse.” He gave it a light swat and then bent low to whisper, “And who’s going to fuck it