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Matthew rests in his usual position. Molly brings the drawer out with her folded shirts. She holds the drawer down for him to see.
Molly: Seriously? You might fold shirts like this on your time, but not on my clock.
She dumps the drawer out onto the floor and spreads the shirts around hastily with her hand.
Molly: Now, go get number 5.
Matthew crawls to the spare room and comes back with a square, black wooden hairbrush. He offers it to her and she takes it.
Molly: Hands behind your back.
He does so and she restrains him tying his forearms at 9o degree angles so that he may not cover his ass with his hands. He is on his knees. She removes her panties and stuffs them into his mouth.
Molly: Bend over!
He does so. Quite a humiliating position
Molly: This is what's going to happen Matthew. I'm going to give you eight licks with this paddle and you'll count every one. Afterward, you'll re-fold all these shirts.
She takes a few "practice" swings. She reels her arm back as though she will strike hard, but she doesn't. He flinches. She giggles with delight.
Molly: Oh, Matthew. I'm going to paddle your ass until it's pink and warm.
She strikes him once on the left cheek
Matthew: Umpf!
Molly: What? I didn't hear you.
She strikes him again just a bit harder.
Matthew: UMPF!!
Molly: That's one.
Her eight licks turns into twelve. As promised his ass is warm and red. She takes the gag out of his mouth. His breath is heavy due to the intensity. She waits s moment before speaking to him.
Molly: Are you here Matthew?
Matthew: Yes, madam.
Molly: Do not move until you have permission.
Matthew: Yes, madam.
Molly: Kiss the implement.
He does so and she drops it to the floor just inches from his face. Her cell phone is ringing. She picks it up and answers enthusiastically "Hi mom!". She's wearing nothing but thigh high red vinyl boots. She plops down onto the couch within his view and crosses her legs. Matthew is quite turned on by the distinctive crunch and squeak of the vinyl as she continues her conversation; her leg gently and rhythmically bouncing. She chats with her mom for about ten minutes before hanging up. She rises off of the couch and goes to Matthew to release him.
Molly: Sit up.
He obeys and she frees his hands. Again, he is in his position.
Molly: What do you say?
Matthew: Thank you Madam.
Molly: For what?
Matthew: For the spankings Madam. I deserved them for displeasing you.
Molly: Why are you here Matthew?
Matthew: To serve and please you, my absolute and undoubted Mistress, Madam.
Although his cheeks are stinging and he is not looking at her, she can see a gleam in his eye and a brief smile as he picks up a shirt to fold.

Opening scene (unfinished and subject to change)

His car comes to a hurried halt in the driveway. He switches off the engine and checks his watch. 8:59 a.m. He exits the car and approaches the front door of a suburban house. He pauses and checks his watch again 9:00a.m. He enters the house. He is greeted by a sign on the fourth stair scribbled in black permanent marker on a piece of spiral notebook paper. "Assume the position" it reads. "weird" he thinks, but without taking a step further he removes his shoes, socks and piece by piece the rest of his clothes until he is nude. He snaps up a heavy leather collar off of the coat rack by the door, drops to his knees and begins to crawl up the stairs, around the corner and down the hall. He comes to rest just before the doorway of her bedroom. Matthew is not allowed in the Mistress's bedroom. He sits in his usual position: legs folded beneath him, hands resting palms up and open on his thighs, eyes cast downward. Matthew does not speak unless spoken to.

Molly: Matthew?
Matthew: Yes madam.
Molly: Come here.
He crawls to her bedside. This is the first time in his service to her that he's ever entered her room. He rests in his position again.
Molly: Give me the collar.
He offers it to her without looking up. She takes it and puts it around his neck locking it in back. She lays back in the middle of her huge bed. He waits patiently for her command. She takes a deep breath and lets it out.
Molly: Pleasure me Matthew.
Matthew: Madam?
Molly: You've been such a good boy lately. Get up here and pleasure me as though you're not wearing the collar.
Matthew: As you wish madam.
He rises off of his knees and climbs into the bed with her. She welcomes him into her arms and between her legs with kisses. The kind he's always wanted to give her and the kind she's always wanted from him. He takes great care not to look her in the eye.
Molly: Do with me what you will Matthew.
Matthew: If it pleases you madam.
Molly: Yes.
He kisses her neck. She buries her fingers in his hair. He has become hard.
Molly: Look me in the eye Matthew.
He does so.
Molly: You are not allowed to come and if you do, you will be punished accordingly.
Matthew: Yes madam.
He dives in to kiss her again. In a matter of an hour they become a throbbing, grinding tangle of flesh, sweat and moans. She gives in his arms. This is the highest privilige he's earned with her so far. Finally, with one last push, he pulls out of her keeping completely still and putting every ounce of effort into not exploding all over her, but it's too late. She feels his hot stream ooze onto her belly.
Molly: Oh Matthew. You were doing so well.
He let's out a half frustrated half relieved groan.
Matthew: I'm sorry Madam. It's just....
Molly: Do you know what you have to do now Matthew?
Matthew: No Madam.
Molly: You'll clean it up, with your tongue.
As much as Matthew is disgusted by this idea, he quickly reasons that it's his own fluid and he would do anything for his mistress.
Molly: You don't have to swallow it. Go get a towel.
He crawls to get a towel and comes back.
Molly: You'll clean it up with your tongue, what you do with it after that I'll leave up to you.
Matthew: Yes, Madam.
He leans down to begin but she stops him.
Molly: Matthew, look me in the eye when you do this.
Matthew: Yes, Madam.
He leans in again. His colbalt blue eyes flash up at her with an intensity that made her melt even more. He flattens his tongue against her belly and slowly laps up as much as he can before wiping it onto the towel. Another lap across her belly then onto the next bit that landed between her breasts. Before he can wipe it away she stops him.
Molly: Kiss me Matthew.
He does so without hesitation kissing her deeply. She tastes his salt on her tongue. Between breaths she speaks to him:
Molly: Tell me you love nothing more than to please me.
Matthew: Nothing pleases me more than your pleasure Madam.
Molly: Say you're mine.
Matthew: i, am Yours, Madam......