Part I: https://steemit.com/bdsm/@bdsm-fiction/inspection-of-the-new-sub-part-i
She remained standing still, although he could feel that she tensed up. The droplets of whisky where still lying on her shoulders however, which in itself was an achievement.
He raised up his arms, and placed them on her sides, his thumbs digging into her armpits. Than he gradually slid them down her sides. She was breathing quite fast and shallow. When he had reached her middle, he slid his hands forward so that they where resting on the small of her back. It was when he moved his hands further down, that she slightly started, spilling the drops.
He immediately released her, and sighed audibly. "A waste of good whisky"
"I'm sorry" the girl spoke.
"You will address me as Sir", he told her.
"Yes Sir, I'm sorry Sir", she told him with fright in her voice.
He walked around her. He could see where the drops had ran down her back. He licked those tracks with his tongue, leaving broad traces of saliva down her back.
Than he walked back to his whisky, and came back with the eye dropper.
"I'll try to hold still better this time Sir"
"Don't speak unless I address, you. I will not put these on your shoulders. Stick out your tongue"
THe girl stuck out her tongue, and he dropped the whisky in her mouth.
"How does it taste?" "Like smoke Sir, and ash,..."
"You clearly do not have good taste in liquor... Do you feel guilty for spilling those delicious drops from your shoulders?"
"Uhm,... Yes Sir?"
He stood besides her. The nipples on her small breasts where hard and erect
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He continued circling her until he stood in front of her.
"Clearly you do not feel that guilty, maybe I should make it clear how much it pained me to see that whisky go to waste..."
With that, he took hold of her nipples, and squeezed them, not very hard, but hard enough to make her sharply inhale from anticipation.
Than he started pulling on them. Not towards, him, but downward. Gradually and gently increasing the strength, untill she got it, and followed him down. He kept on pulling, untill she was on her knees.
He walked back to his chair. Sat down in it, and continued drinking. The girl remained nicely still, and quiet.
After another five minutes, he walked back towards her.
Sit on your knees, your palms flat on the ground beneath your shoulders, your arms straight, your knees bent at 90° angles, your feet apart.
The girl obeyed, assuming a doggy-style position.
"Where were we when you started? A yes, right here" he said as he lightly smacked both his palms on her buttcheeks.