Lisa shivered. She looked up at us. “Yes, Master.”
“I spoke to John today,” he casually told us as he took a sip of beer.
Lisa looked up from her plate. She looked somewhat startled towards me. She and I were silent. “I told him that I was coming to see you.” This was surprising as, as far as we were concerned, he knew nothing about us.
We continued eating. Lisa looked at me with her eyebrows raised and a questioning look on her face.
Mac continued, oblivious of our silence: “It would be good if he was to join us,” he said. He looked at Lisa and added: “He likes administering punishment and enjoys putting girls to the test.” Mac paused as Lisa took in a deep breath. He took her hand which was resting on the table. “I think that you would like him. I told Paul how he was very well hung.” He smiled. She looked at me again. I could tell that she was worried. Her breathing quickened; but she didn’t say anything.
We were silent.
Mac got up from the table. Once again he and I got the frame from the garage and assembled it while Lisa cleared up after the meal. Lisa took no time clearing away the remnants of the meal and came into the room as we were still assembling it. Lisa stood still watching us.
Shortly Mac and I had finished. Mac connected the leash to the front of her collar. He held the lead as he sat down. I sat on the chair opposite them “Up.” He told her. Lisa immediately sat down on the floor on her haunches in front of him with her shoulders back, head held high and her hands behind her head. His hands stroked her breasts which showed through the folds of her top. He motioned her to sit on his knees.
“John has worked with me a lot. We are almost like partners.” He explained to us both..
He took hold of a nipple and twisted it. Lisa grimaced. She cried out. He asked her again: “I think that we ought to invite him over, don’t you Lisa?” She cried again as pressure was put on her nipple. “He is waiting for my phone call.” He gave her bottom a gentle slap.
He turned her to face him: “You want to honour the contract, don’t you?”
“Oh God.” She said. She was breathing hard.
Another flick of the nipple. Another cry. “Don’t you?”
“Yes, Master.” She said. He released her nipple She remained sitting on his lap as he got out his phone:
“Hi John, yes it is all good here. Yes, Lisa says that she would like to meet you. They look forward to seeing you. You know the address.” There was a pause. “OK, see you in twenty minutes.” He gave her bottom a gentle slap. “You will be very impressed, John.”
Lisa gasped out loud. We both heard her as she exclaimed : “Oh, God, no.”
“It will be OK,” I told her. “Don’t worry darling.”
Mac’s hands were wandering over Lisa’s covered bum. I watched fascinated as his hand gently caressed the contour of her bottom. He gave her a couple of slaps. He opened up the front of her top and fondled her breasts.
“OK Lisa, we will need to get you warmed up. It’s time to get your bottom ready for the strap from John,” he told her as he made her stand beside him. He raised her top and undid the cord holding up her trousers. As they dropped to her ankles he manoeuvred her over his knees.
Once he got her into a satisfactory position with her hands on the carpet, her legs apart and her body well bent over presenting her bottom, he started to spank her with his hand. It was not too hard, just hard enough, but after ten minutes there was a good red glow on her buttocks. She was pushing her bottom up to him to receive more.
Suddenly the door bell went. We all froze. I got up to go to the door. “Wait,” said Mac. Lisa, you answer it.”
Lisa was looking flustered as she stood. She drew up her bottoms then started to close her top doing up a button. “No, leave it open,” said Mac.
“But we don’t know who it is. It could be anyone,” pleaded Lisa.
“Lisa!.” He replied.
She undid the button she had managed to fastened, and proceeded to the door. Mac and I remained in the sitting room. We heard some talking then Lisa returned followed by a very large man. He was about 6 foot 6 with big shoulders and a large chest. He had dark hair and a dark complexion. He was dressed casually in a tee shirt and a pair sweat pants. I stood and Mac remained seated as they came into the room.
“Hello John,” said Mac. “Meet Paul and Lisa, our new trainee.” I shook hands with the stranger. But he was not interested in me. He turned his attention to my wife who was still standing at the entrance of the room with her unbuttoned blouse only partially concealing her heaving breasts.