Incompetence is key (Siren13 x Alan23)

[Alan23]

In fact, he allowed her to sit, while he finished the coffee. He said nothing, yet now and then he looked at her and favored her with a small smile.

After ten minutes or so, he motioned her to stand up, drained his cup, and draped his arm around her as he lef her from the shop. They walked through the street, his arm still draped protectively around her. Suddenly, they heard footstpes behind them. Dean raised an eyebrow slightly, and Sianna stiffended.

"Hey, mate..."

Dean spun round, a puzzled look on his face, trying to place the accent, which seemed vaguely familiar from TV shows and movies. British? No, not quite. Suddenly, he remembered... Australian.

The man stood, dressed in jeans and a tee, over which he wore a leather windcheater. Crocodile skin boots completed his ensemble. He was of averga height and slim, almost frail, yet when he moved, there was a sense of power, like an uncoiled spring. Dean tensed. He topped the guy by half a head or more, yet sensed this was no-one to mess with. The man that accompanied the stranger was an attractive woman dressed in military gear, through which her breasts - almost as big as Sianna'a - strained perkily forward. Her serene face bore an amused, yet shy expression. On second glance, it was obvious that she was not wearing the combats through affectation - the badges she wore were genuine, and she carried herself in a way that no pretender would.

Dean relaxed. It was obvious from the man's expression they meant no aggressive intent.

"Just wanted to say, mate," the man said, his Australian drawl mixed with something else, which Dean now recognized as British, probably a Londoner. "My Pet, Siren, and me, we were watching you back in that coffee shop. I was really impressed the way you're looking after her - tucking in her top, and stuff - and the sweet way she obeyed you instantly. Props to you, mate."

"And your girl's a credit to you, too," the girl added, her accent Canadian, and familiar, favoring Sianna with a smile that Sianna shyly returned. "It's a good thing my Master's totally devoted to me, or I'd be getting jealous!"

"Nah, my Siren's the one for me," laughed the guy. "Sy's the name, and this is Siren, my pet."

The two dominants touched fists briefly, while Dean introduced himself and Sianna. After a few pleasantries, the two groups parted.

Dean walked on, pride swelling his chest at praise from an older, and obviously more experienced dominant.

"I was gonna tan your lovely ass, for untucking that shirt," he whispered in Sianna's ear, as they reached the car. "When I say a top's to be tucked, it stays tucked, get it. But you earned a reprieve, since you looked so good tonight."

He kissed her passionately, then waited while she opened the car door for him, taking his seat while she scuttled around to the driver's seat.

 

[Siren13]

Blushing as she got in the car, she started it up and pulled out of the coffee shop parking lot carefully. She was thinking quietly to herself about whether or not she'd ever be able to speak freely like that with Dean. She turned to look at him once or twice, frowning a few times wanting to tell him how much she hated having anything but blouses tucked in. That she thought it looked horrible, and uncomfortable to say the least. Then another thought crossed her mind and she blushed again. She wanted to spanked. The idea of him taking her over his knee, or even over the side of her bed and spanking her bum made her want to shiver in pleasure.

Not sure where he wanted to go, and very sure that she wanted to be spanked and then fucked, she drove home. She blushed the entire trip, her mind very obviously settled on lewd images of herself spread over her bed, him caressing her ass, ever so softly between slaps. Every spank sending a tiny spark of pleasure up to her navel, her body shivering happily. She would stop her mind before it got to the deliciously steamy parts, not wanting to make a mess of her panties and make her Master angry. Although that might be unavoidable with how wet she was getting over just the thought of a spanking. She wondered how often Siren got spanked. If she enjoyed it.

Grinning cutely in the parking lot, she waited for his orders, holding her breath and biting her lower lip gently between her teeth, hoping that they would go inside.

 

[Alan23]

For the next few weeks, Dean and Sianna's life together settled into a familiar pattern. Dean took to living part-time at her apartment - his mother had long ago given up trying to tell him what to do, and his father was usually away at sea anyway - and they became, though neither of them actually voiced the arrangement - a genuine couple.

Their double life gave a piquant edge to their existence. At school, Dean was always respectful to Sianna, treating her just like a student shuold a teacher. Since he and Starr, two of the school faces, were treating her this way, Sianna's credibility increased, and other students also began to treat her more politely. Dean was never sure just how well they were keeping the secret, since Sianna's actions were something of a giveaway. Every time he looked at her, she'd blush bright scarlet, and when he was about to attend one of her classes she spent the ten minutes before it started primping and fussing, just like a girl preparing to meet her boyfriend... which, of course, she was.

Dean took to having his friends over (though not the ones from school), during which times Sianna was forced to wait on the guests, and calling Dean "Master"... sometimes, the humiliation of being made a slave in her own apartment showed, and if she performed her duties in any way inefficiently Dean would lather her ass when the guests had gone. Of no mean intelligence, Dean soon worked out that Sianna actually enjoyed being spanked (the wetness of her crotch during the act gave it away), and soon the spanking sessions became a favorite game, and he was forced to think of other ways to punish her. He found the most effective ones were to ignore her, or stay away for a few days, and though at first she tried to resist when he did this, within a day or so she would be calling him, promising to behave, and begging for his return.

He realized that he and Sianna were, in a sense, novices at the lifestyle, like newlyweds working things out as they went along. Having met Sy and Siren, and seen the seamless ease in which that couple had handled their total power exchange, they took them as models. Sometimes, Sianna would get upset that she wasn't strong enough to be a truly strong, confident submissive like Siren, and Dean was sensitive enough to realize that at these times she was genuinely upset, and would handle her gently and lovingly, praising her beauty, her intelligence and her charm.

Other times, Sianna got it totally wrong... such as the time that some of the senior girls took to flipping her skirt up, on the sports oval, and being too weak to defend herself, Sianna, feeling deeply ashamed, was forced to go to Starr and beg the latter to stop it happening. Starr complied, but Dean was so angry at his slave being forced to go to a student for protection that he made Sianna stand naked in the corner for an entire Sunday, ignoring her totally.

Dean was able to admit to himself that he loved Sianna totally, and at the end of a shitty day, when he let himself into her apartment and she immediately stopped what she was doing and went down on all fours, looking up at him, her beautiful face flushed with adoration, he felt his heart, and loins, swell with happiness.