Tammi awoke the next morning, sore but with a bright smile on her face. She looked over at the clock, it was almost eight, and Johnny would be late for work. Tammi reached over and gently started shaking him, trying to get him to open his eyes.

Johnny slowly opened one eye, and looked at Tammi, "what?" he asked, still half asleep. "It's almost eight, you're going to be late for work," Tammi replied quietly. "Called them an hour ago, I'm taking a two week vacation," Johnny smiled at her. Tammi grinned back and hopped out of bed. "Where are you going?" Johnny raised his head to look at her. "Coffee," she said quickly. Johnny smiled and went back to sleep.

She started the coffee, and then went to the bathroom to start the water for her shower. As she stepped into the steaming water, the smell of the coffee almost made her hop back out until after a cup, but decided it could wait.

Tammi took her time in the shower, luxuriating in the hot water cascading over her body. She made sure to pay special attention to her shaving, making sure there wasn't a bit of hair on her from the waist down.

When she finally stepped out of the shower almost forty minutes later, she felt refreshed, and most of the aches and pains were either gone or fading quickly. She padded to the kitchen in a towel and poured two cups of coffee.

Tammi knocked on the bedroom door, two short raps, and found Johnny sitting up in bed, smiling at her. She smiled back and handed Johnny his coffee, then climbed in next to him, sipping her own. Johnny frowned suddenly, and Tammi gave him a questioning look.

"Floor," Johnny said sternly. Tammi sank to the floor, taking in a sharp breath, "It's cold," she whined. "Did I ask if it was cold?" Johnny returned. Tammi shook her head and then looked down at her knees. Her first full day and she'd already started off on the wrong foot. "Tammi, there's no reason for you to feel bad, this is something most people do gradually, but I know you've been looking into the lifestyle for a long time, close to two years. These next two weeks will be to teach you my personal preferences, and go over your checklist. I expect you to make mistakes, nobody's perfect, and I will allow you some time for you to reflect and think and decide if this is what you really want. However, your job is to try your hardest and try and gain as much as you can from your experiences. I don't deny this will be difficult, probably for both of us, but this is what you asked for, it's what we've agreed to, and I don't expect any whining on the subject!"

Johnny's voice had risen almost to shouting level, and Tammy winced, she hated when he yelled, it made her feel like a little girl again.

"Yes, Sir," she replied quietly, and kept her head down. Johnny smiled approvingly and handed her a cigarette and lighter. Tammi lit her first smoke of the day, and inhaled deeply. Johnny had a cigarette in his mouth and looked down at her; she immediately rose up on her knees, and lit his cigarette for him.

"Always attend to your Master first, slave," he told Tammi through his first exhale. "But you..." Tammi's voice trailed off, "Sorry, Sir," she responded quickly, trying to make him forget that she'd almost made her second mistake of the day. 'Get it together, girl. You wanted this, are you so sure you don't want it any more?' Her mind was reeling. She had woken up thinking it was any other day, and it wasn't, it was her first day in a strange new world, and if she wanted this, which she did, she had to try harder.

Johnny watched, knowing the thoughts running through her mind, knowing how difficult this was, and realizing what he would have to do to help would be even harder. He had been right about the next two weeks being difficult, and with Tammi's willful streak he knew that by the end of the two weeks he might have to take a few extra days off of work before he would be able to lift his arms. He chuckled softly at the thought, and Tammi glanced up, smiling tentatively.

"No need to fear me," he told her bluntly, and Tammi's smile widened. "I don't want you to ever be afraid of me, you haven't been in quite awhile, you know I'm not him, and you know there's a big difference, so let's not back track now." The smile never left Tammi's face, she knew all these things, she knew that Jimmy would never touch her again, and she knew that Johnny was nothing like him, but it helped to hear it.

"I need some breakfast," Johnny mused, and Tammi jumped to her feet, hurrying to the kitchen.

Looking through the cupboards she made scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, juice, and placed cereal and a bowl on the table for him just in case.

By the time Johnny got out of his own shower, Tammi had set the table and put breakfast on it, he was pleased.

Tammi knelt next to him while he ate, and he hand fed her from the table little bits as he pleased. When he was done, Tammi cleared the table and washed the dishes.

When Tammi was finished, she followed Johnny to the living room, he sat in his chair, and motioned for her to kneel at his feet which she did, grateful for the carpet.

"Now, the first thing we need to discuss is this house," Johnny started, frowning down at Tammi sternly. Tammi knew what he was talking about, she hadn't kept up with daily chores, and the house was starting to look like a tornado zone.

"I have half a mind to make you clean it with your tongue," Johnny gauged the amount of disgust on Tammi's face, and waited patiently, "don't make that face again; it's your own fault. I'm not going to, but you will get this room clean, you'll do it on your knees, and you'll have it clean in an hour." Tammi glanced around the room. An hour? She thought morbidly. Tammi opened her mouth to protest, and then shut it again.

"Good idea, get going." Johnny told her. Tammi crawled around the living room frantically, naked, Johnny had taken off her towel in the kitchen, trying desperately to gather everything up and get it in its proper place.

The books on the bookshelf were difficult but not impossible, and Johnny allowed her to stand so she could put a few on the top shelf.

Johnny sat in his chair watching with slight amusement. At the one hour mark, he told her time was up. All things considered she'd done well; the only thing she hadn't done was vacuum the carpet. Tammi looked around from her place in the middle of the room smiling at her work; she'd done it, and then glanced down at the carpet. She rushed to the other room to get the vacuum, ass wiggling seductively.

"Where are you going?" Johnny asked abruptly. "The vacuum, Sir, I need to finish," she responded sheepishly, stopping immediately at the sound of his voice. "But your hour is up." Johnny replied. Tammi came back to the living room, and knelt at his feet, looking up at him, she apologized profusely. "Enough!" Johnny roared, "I didn't ask for an apology, you don't owe me one." Tammi looked up at him, tears standing in her eyes, but she would not allow them to fall. "Tammi, I told you this would be difficult, now stop. Go get the vacuum, and finish quickly, you have ten minutes, you may stand to vacuum."

Tammi finished her vacuuming with time to spare, and promptly wrapped up the cord and put it back. When she was done she came back and knelt at Johnny's feet.

"Very well done," He smiled at her, and handed her a cigarette, and then lit it for her. Tammi beamed. "Enjoy the break dear, you're off to the kitchen next." Johnny said, smiling.

When she was done, she followed Johnny into the kitchen, still crawling. Once in the kitchen Johnny ordered her to stand, and bend over the kitchen table. Tammi did as she was told, and Johnny walked out of the room, Tammi stayed where she was waiting.

"I'm glad to see you stayed put, you are learning," Johnny said when he came back into the room. He was holding something in his hand, it looked like a long stick, and Tammi tensed.

Johnny immediately set to work, and bound one ankle to each end of the homemade spreader bar he was holding. He had made a trip to the hardware store that Tammi hadn't known about. When both of her ankles were secure, Johnny tied a crotch rope tightly around Tammi's waist, but left her hands free.

"Now, you'll have another hour to clean the kitchen, that means the sinks will be spotless, and the only thing you'll have left to do at the end of the hour is to scrub the floor. I'll be in the living room." Johnny announced and left the room.

Tammi stood and looked down at her feet; she was effectively hobbled, and wondered how in the world she was supposed to clean the kitchen this way. Better get to it. Her brain spoke up.

An hour later, she heard Johnny's watch beep, and rinsed the sink, looking around at the near spotless kitchen, she did need to clean the floor, but she had also not gotten around to wiping down the counter tops, and grabbed the rag out of the sink, swiftly scrubbing.

"Drop it," Johnny's voice was stern, Tammi spun around and saw him standing in the doorway. She dropped the rag where it was and went over to him, kneeling clumsily at his feet.

"Back over the table," Johnny said and Tammi did, he left the room again, not coming back for almost ten minutes.

Tammi waited, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, trying to anticipate what was coming.

She had turned her head away from the doorway, and the first hard slap caught her by surprise.

Johnny was standing behind her, holding a large bread board paddle, one of his favorites and had dealt the first smack squarely in the middle of her bottom before Tammi had a chance to realize what was going on.

Tammi let out a howl of surprise, and then the second blow came, this time on her left cheek. Tammi's yell cranked back up again, and Johnny stuffed a pair of underwear into her mouth.

"Can't have you waking anyone up," Johnny growled.

Tammi bit down on the panties in her mouth, as Johnny delivered another eight slaps to her exposed bottom. She kept her hands on the table though, and tried not to scream too loud.

When she had received all ten swats, she waited, she wanted so badly to stand up, turn around, kneel at Johnny's feet and tell him how sorry she was, she knew he didn't want to hear it, but it made no difference, she wanted to tell him to make everything okay.

Johnny reached around and pulled the panties from her mouth, and looked into her face. "Now you'll get five strokes with the cane," He said swiftly, Tammi started to plead, but closed her mouth with a snap. "Better, now, after each stroke, you'll count the number, and apologize to me." Tammi sighed, in relief.

The first stroke was high up on her buttocks, and Tammi almost screamed, but pursed her lips and bit her tongue, when she had regained her control, she whispered, "One, I'm sorry, Master," "I couldn't hear that, we'll start over," Johnny responded. Tammi took a deep breath and waited, the next stroke hit her exactly in the same spot and Tammi did scream this time, but through clenched teeth and clamped lips, she didn't want the underwear back in her mouth, she wanted to be able to apologize, so this time she made sure she was audible and clear, "One, I'm sorry, Master," she said in a normal speaking voice. "Better," Johnny said before laying the next stroke directly below the first. "Two, I'm sorry, Master," Tammi said a little louder this time. The next stroke came below the second, giving Tammi little time to recover, Tammi inhaled deeply and bit her tongue after this one, tears standing out in her eyes, "Three, I'm sorry, Master," she sniffed. The hissing again, and then the crisp, thwack, came below the third stroke, "Four, I'm sorry, Master," Tammi's voice was starting to hitch now, as the tears ran freely. The last stroke was the hardest and landed at the bottom of her buttocks where they curved neatly into her thighs. Tammi yelped, but was crying too hard to properly scream, "Five, I'm soooo sorry, Master," Tammi replied. "Stand," Johnny told her, and Tammi did, instantly. Johnny held her to him until she had calmed down, the whole time Tammi apologized over and over. "No need, now it's done." He whispered. Tammi looked up at his face and smiled. "Kneel, slave," Tammi sank to her knees, almost gratefully. "Hands behind your back hold your elbows." Tammi did as she was told, and Johnny unzipped his pants. His cock was throbbing, and he needed release. Tammi's eyes lit up when she realized what was happening. She eagerly sucked his member into her mouth, and began sucking and licking as if her life depended on it. "Slow down," Johnny told her quietly, and Tammi immediately blushed from head to toe. Johnny smiled at her, and grabbed a handful of her hair, guiding her with it. As Johnny approached his orgasm, he glanced down at Tammi, "Swallow, all of it," he told her, and Tammi redoubled her efforts, sucking hard her tongue flicking over the tip ever time she came back, and then her mouth was filled with his hot cum. He held her face against his crotch until he was done, and Tammi swallowed all of it, sucking trying to get the last drop out of him.

When he was done, he let go of her hair, and did up his pants, "Finish up," he said gruffly glancing around the kitchen. "Yes, Master," Tammi whispered and got back to work.