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space in my work diary to dedicate my time to Alana’s
training. I had decided to leverage my time by using Suzi as an assistant and
so had to spend some time with her beforehand to show her how to act like a
Dom; rather than the natural sub that she was. Mark brought his wife in,
stopped just long enough to say hello, then kissed he on the cheek and left. He
knew as well as she did that this was make or break. He would see her again in
a couple of weeks as she settled into her new lifestyle or as she packed her
bags. There was no middle ground.
    I showed Alana
into the lounge where Suzi was already waiting, sat on the couch. I pointed to
a spot in the middle of the floor and made it clear she was to stand as I sat
down. I started things off. “I want you to know that we like you a lot, Alana
and have a lot of respect for you. That will not seem to be the case as we
continue but if it wasn’t, we wouldn’t bother with you. You are free to leave
at any time. You have only to say the safe word ‘Red’ and we will stop what
we’re doing and release you. But if you do leave, you’ll be leaving your
marriage as well. Do you understand?”
    “Yes,” she
answered quietly.
    “You will only
speak when spoken to and if a reply is required you will address me as ‘Sir’ or
‘Master’ and Suzi as Ma’am or ‘Mistress’. Try again!”
    “Yes Sir!”
    “You will do
everything asked of you without question or delay or you will be punished. Do
you understand?”
    “Yes Sir!”
    “Good. Now
undress!”
    Alana fixed her
eyes on me as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse. I could see arrogance and
defiance in her face. That wouldn’t last. Her body was as perfect as I
remembered, although it had been a while since I’d last had her. She was almost
six feet and perfectly proportioned; long limbs leading to a toned torso. Her
bra followed her blouse to the floor, releasing her perky, pear-shaped tits to
jiggle a little as she moved. She let her skirt drop to the floor, followed by
her panties and stood there in just high heels. She bent to remove them and I
stopped her. “You can leave them on for now. Come over here.”
    Alana walked
self-consciously over to the sofa. I stopped her in front of me and squeezed
her inner thigh as I looked her over. She was a natural redhead and although
her pussy was trimmed neatly, it would have to come off. I expected my women to
be baby-smooth at all times. I lightly rubbed my middle finger along her slit.
“So Alana, what are your sexual dos and don’ts,” I asked. Before she could
answer, I jumped in myself. “Let me see. Dos are being in control, on top,
sucking cock as and when you feel like it and generally doing whatever takes
your fancy. Don’ts are anal, girl on girl, anything involving pain or
humiliation, etc. Am I close?”
    “Yes Sir,” she
said non-committedly, biting her lip as my finger slipped just inside her cunt.
    “Well we are
going to start as we mean to go on,” I continued. “You’re here for correction
so we’ll begin with a spanking. Go and lie across Suzi’s knee.”
    Alana looked worried
on two counts, the idea of the spanking and the intimacy with my wife. All the
same, she was of no mind to hesitate too much at this stage and draped herself
across Suzi’s lap with her hands and feet on the floor. I stood up. “How you
react to this first spanking will set the conditions for your training,” I
said. “Let’s go!”
    This was not the
first spanking Suzi had administered under my direction but she was no expert.
She began lightly and slowly as I had directed, building up the intensity
gradually. It was, however, clearly the first Alana had received; at least for
many years. She started moaning almost straight away, despite herself. As her
firm little buttocks began to colour a delightful pink, she began to squirm.
    “Tut, tut!” I
said sarcastically. “This is not a good start. Let me help you to shut the fuck
up.” Unzipping, I pulled out my