"James I don't think we should do this," she told him.

He withdrew his wet fingers and held them against her lips. She could taste and smell her own excitement. "I don't think you really mean that and anyway you have no choice.....after all I am the boss!"

She felt another surge of wetness with the excitement but it quickly turned into nervous panic when the doorbell rang.

"That's him," he said softly in her ear. "I have given him two hours with you."

"Will.....will....you be here with him?" She asked him.

"No. He insists on being alone with you so I will be going to the pub for a couple of pints."

"James please stay!" she called out as the bedroom door closed.

"James!" she cried again, but it was in vain. He was gone.

She hung there in silence straining her ears to pick up any sounds for a few minutes and then suddenly she heard the bedroom door open and close. In her darkness all she could hear was the sound of breathing for a few moments and then she heard the sounds of zippers. Whoever it was was undressing. Suddenly she felt a presence next to her. "Who is it?" she called out.

There was just silence as she felt a finger trace its way down her back, over the waistband of her thong and down the crease of her bottom.

"Who are you Master!" came a voice she did not recognise.

"W...W....W....What do you want?"

Suddenly she felt a stinging pain across her bottom and she cried out.

"It is, What do you want Master?" he said sternly.

Her bottom stung. He had hit her with the crop. "What do you want Master?" she said.

She felt his hot breath against her cheek and she could smell his aftershave. "That's better Slut, but I think you know what I want don't you?"

Suddenly she felt another stinging pain across her bottom again.

"When are you going to learn?" he told her.

"Sorry Master. I am sorry Master,” she said as the pain began to bite.

"Now what am I here for Slut?" he asked.

"You are here to punish me Master."

He tapped her lightly on the bottom. "I am here because that wimp of a husband of yours cannot handle you," he told her. "I am going to show you how a real Master dispenses pain and humiliation!"

She felt a shiver of both excitement and nervousness run through her.

"You used to live at number 32 Marsden Lane didn't you?"

"Y....you.....you know me!" she replied in horror.

Suddenly there was another sharp blow of the crop against her bottom. "Arrrrgh," she cried out.

"That was sore Master,” she cried out.

He gave her collar a hard tug. "I am not here to be messed around Slut!" he told her.

"And the answer is Yes, I do know you," he told her. "I remember you when you were around 14 or 15...sweet little thing in school uniform. You must be around 27 or 28 now!"

"27 Master," she told him.

He ran his hand down her front, gently tweaking her nipples before moving his hand to the waistband of her thong. "Who are you Master?" she asked him as his fingers became entwined her pubic hair.

"I am your Master!" he replied as his fingers slipped between her lips.

"What is this?" he asked as he tugged on her pubic hair.

"Pubic hair Master!" she