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them fastidiously clean, then flicked them at her to let her know that he was ready for her to continue to divest herself of the little clothing she had left.
    Her blouse was just hanging open, so Sunny shrugged out of it, letting it fall to the floor as she reached behind her to undo the hooks of the all-lace demi-bra, whose color matched her blouse perfectly.  She peeled it away with obvious reluctance, almost tearfully.   He then heard her take a long, deep breath as if to pull herself together, straightening her shoulders, staring back at him as boldly as he did her, holding the bra away from herself in her finger and thumb, then dropping it onto the blouse as if she didn’t care whether she ever saw it again.
    The skirt came off just as casually, until she stood, proud and naked, before him, her hand on her hip, giving him a challenging look he didn’t like at all – at least, not from a submissive.
    “Hands at your sides unless I tell you they should be elsewhere,” he bit off.
    Somewhat taken aback, she relinquished her come-hither pose and let her hands assume the position he preferred.  She had a feeling that the rest of this weekend was going to be spent trying to conform – and even perhaps anticipate – what it was that he might want, to avoid spending any more time getting whacked by that Gawd-awful palm of his.
    She hoped that was going to be enough of an impetus for her.  She was much more used to being in the position of giving the orders, rather than having to obey them.
    “Touch yourself.”
    The bravado she’d carried around with her throughout her life deserted her in that moment, to be replaced by a bright pink blush that she could feel suffusing every pore of her body.
    Rod thoroughly enjoyed the way she looked when she blushed like that.  It didn’t look at all garish to him, but rather made her skin glow quite becomingly, and that was one of the reasons why he had made the outrageous demand so early on.  He wanted to shock her, to knock her off balance.  She was always so self-possessed, so confident that he wanted to wrestle her off that pedestal she’d put herself on – untouched and untouchable - and make her confront their agreement blatantly.  He’d half expected her to have left long before this point, but was glad to see that she didn’t give her word casually.  If anything was a test of that, this was.
    He also knew she had absolutely expected to win, so that their roles would be reversed at this moment, and he had been fully willing to follow through with his commitment if it had happened that way.  But then he realized that it had been a while since he’d issued his last order, and before she could say or do anything to immediately comply, he had made his way behind her and again began raining down spanks until he saw her hand creep up to hold her own breast.
    Once he’d resumed his seat, he chided, “I shouldn’t have to tell you to do every little thing, Sunny.  You’re my submissive.  You should be trying to do things that you think I’ll like without having to be prompted – or punished.”
    Rod thought he saw a flash of tears in her eyes, and he wasn’t sure if it was anger or fear or unhappiness that had prompted them, but they didn’t seem to linger, for which he was grateful.
    As her hands began to rove over her own body, he could see that she was – slowly – overcoming what he hoped were unwelcome tears and sinking into her own desire, allowing it to come to the forefront, almost forgetting that she was being watched.  He saw her eyelids flutter closed as those slim fingers plucked at her own blossomed nipples, twisting just slightly with each tug until her breathing became ragged and uneven.
    He loved to watch a woman pleasure herself, especially at his command.  He learned so much about her that it was almost an unfair advantage – whether or not she could overcome her natural modesty in front of him, how familiar she was with her own body