“Hello Treasure. How are you this evening?” Sir looks down at me after coming home from work to me kneeling obediently in my place near the door.

“It was uneventful, as usual. I have prepared lasagne for supper.” Sir sits on the bench near the door next to my kneeling cushion. I bend to remove his shoes and then rise to remove his coat and hang it on the peg.

“Thank you, Treasure. That sounds delicious.” Sir takes my hand as I finish hanging the coat to place his lips on my wrist. “After dinner you shall dress for a night at a dungeon. You will wear this.” Sir extends a gift box to me.

I take it, my fingers trailing over the top, before opening it and peering inside to see a flowing partially sheer white gown, white thigh high stockings, a white garter belt, and white heels. “Yes sir, it is beautiful…” I say quietly, already thinking of the night ahead.

“I want you to wear nothing else. I want the redness of your bottom to be on display.” I blush, my body already reacting to what will surely follow later. “Let’s go eat that delicious meal you have prepared.” 

I follow Sir to the table, sitting in our customary places, the table set neatly for dinner. We eat a quiet dinner, sharing what happened during our day. There is an undercurrent of excitement beneath our usual conversation. 

After dinner we retire to our room to get prepared for our night out. I make sure that not a hair is out of place to represent Sir proudly. 

Sir looks me over, appreciative of my effort and touches his hand to my collar, the purple in dark contrast to the pure white of the rest of my outfit.

I help Sir in to his suit jacket, buttoning it and then smoothing my fingers over the lapels and checking his tie. He kisses my cheek and then holds his arm out for me.

I take his arm and he leads me out to the car and opens the door, helping me inside and then kisses my hand.

As we arrive at the dungeon, Sir helps me out of the car. We present our invitations and go inside. The lights were slightly dim and there were multiple people lounging or kneeling around the room on the comfortable furniture. Drink trays are being carried by nude slaves on silver platters.

Sir goes over by the fire after ordering a drink and stands speaking with his fellow dom(me)s. “Charlene is really turning in to a top notch pet. You have done wonders with her.”

“Charlene was always top notch. She is my most precious treasure.” His fingers trail in my hair as I kneel next to him, fairly glowing from your praise. “Come Charlene, let’s check out the rest of the dungeon.” I follow him on hands and knees. 

As we look around, we finally come to a spanking bench. I kneel next to it, looking with bright eyes. “Not to worry pet, I know exactly what you need.” You lean down next to my ear and growl “you need the touch of the flogger, don’t you?”

I say on a quiet moan “Oh yes please Sir.” My body reacting to his closeness and the sound of his growl in my ear.

“Get on the bench. I imagine you don’t need any ties to stay still, do you, girl?” Your commanding voice and demeanor slowly starts attracting attention as I crawl on to the bench, assuming the position. 

“No Sir… I am yours to command.” He removes his suit coat and rolls up his sleeves, looking over the selection of floggers, canes, and crops hanging on the wall. He selects a flogger, shaking the tails out and giving it a couple test swings.

My body trembles in anticipation as I lean over the spanking bench. His fingers reach forward to stroke over the fabric of my dress where the split accents my hip and thigh.

He gently slides the fabric apart, exposing my ass. My body is already heating with the delicious anticipation. Then he leans forward and unties the wraparound top to my dress, pulling it down off of my body and fully exposing me to the room.

I then hear a hearty crack as the first stroke licks across my skin. His arm rises and falls with precision and a perfect rhythm. My body moves with his rhythm, the connection between he and I deepening with each stroke.

Everyone else fades from our minds as we are connected so deeply. My skin is warm and tingling, turning red and glowing under the flogger. Every nerve feels alive.

My body lifts from the spanking bench and the tails of the flogger curve around my body, kissing my breasts and nipples, making me moan deeply with mingled pain and pleasure.

Finally he swings between my parted legs, my nectar dripping down the insides of my thighs. I cry out, tilting my hips in a silent plea for more. He continues flogging my breasts and then my wet folds. Finally my buzzing nerves can take no more and he commands “cum now pet…” on the very next stroke over my pussy, I cum hard, clawing the bench and trembling. He sits on the bench with me, pulling me in to his lap and holds me tight in his arms as my orgasm rolls through me. 

When I am finally done, he wipes the hair back from my face and kiss me gently saying “you are perfection, Treasure…”