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She seems uncertain as she steps on the machine. “I’ve never been on one.”

“That’s okay. It’s easy. Just start walking. I’ll set it to gradually increase the pace. Twenty minutes. You’ll be jogging by the end. Ready?”

“No,” she murmurs. The treadmill starts moving anyway, forcing her to walk.

“Pay attention. Grab the handles if you need to balance yourself. Otherwise, there’s nothing to it. Just keep moving.”

She shoots me a glare as her first workout begins.

I love it when she’s off kilter. It’s adorable. Her frown only makes me chuckle as I get on the elliptical next to her. I want to keep an eye on her form and make sure I’m not setting her up with more than she can handle. Today, we’ll start slow. I’ll go easy on her. In a few weeks, she won’t be able to remember what a slug she was before she had better food and exercise.

My girl is panting heavily by the end of the twenty minutes. She’s so cute when she jogs that I almost lose my balance on the elliptical from watching her little legs speed up while she pumps her arms.

When she’s done, I let her have a drink of water and then move on to weights. I instruct her on how to lift them and set her up with handheld weights, so she can strengthen her arms. Afterward, I show her how to do legs on one of the machines.

She’s sweating and panting when the hour is over. “I’m going to die,” she grumbles as we head back upstairs.

“You won’t. You’ll be sore for a week or two, but then you’ll feel amazing. I promise.”

After locking us back in our room, I point toward the bathroom. “Strip, precious girl. Put your clothes in the hamper. You will not be lazy. Don’t ever let me find your clothes on the floor or draped on the bed. Drawers, closets, or the hamper. That’s it.”

“Yes, Sir.” She’s dragging as she heads for the open bathroom. Exhausted. It’s good for her.

I give her about two minutes before joining her and heading for the shower. The curtain is clear and will need to be pulled all the way around her, but I have specific intentions first. “Step in, precious.”

She comes more alive at the thought of showering. I bet she feels gross after her workout.

As soon as she’s in the tub, I lift the nozzle from the cradle above her head and bend down to turn on the water. Angling it low and toward the drain, I test the temperature until it’s warm enough. Finally, I stand. “Arms up.”

She’s leery as she lifts her hands above her head. Her brows are furrowed, and her lips are pinched together.

I angle the spray so that I can get her body wet from the neck down. Then I turn off the water and reach to squirt liquid soap into my palm. “Spread your legs and stand still,” I order.

Keeping her guessing is fucking delightful. Watching as she learns to obey me without question is even sweeter.

After rubbing my hands together to get a good lather, I reach for her fantastic tits and soap them up.

Daphne moans, but I don’t linger. I switch my attention to her pussy and bottom next, soaping diligently between her legs, making sure her pussy is wet from more than water and soap before I pay special attention to her asshole and butt crack.

She cries out when I rub the welt.

When I’m done, I stand and meet her gaze. “Those welts will sting. If you don’t like it, I suggest you study hard to avoid getting too many of them.” Holding the nozzle toward the drain again, I turn the water back on and rinse off my hands.

“You may lower your arms now, naughty girl. Take the nozzle from me. I’ll shut the curtain so you can hang it on the hook without spraying the room. You may wash your hair and the rest of your body. Shave your legs and armpits. You may not touch your ass, your pussy, or your tits, not even to wash them. I’ll do that for you.”

I know she’s unsettled from my speech. There’s a tremor in her hands as she takes the showerhead from me, keeping it facing down.

I grip her chin. “Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Wash my hair and the rest of my body, Sir.”

“What are you not going to do?”

“Touch my pussy, my tits, or my ass.”