We 're on the lounge watching an ice-hockey match. You 're sitting at one end, and I 'm lying down with my brain in Your lap. You 're absently stroking my hair, and every now and then You reach down and touch my ass, rubbing your script over it and occasionally pinching one of the still-fresh wale, smiling whenever I wince or flinch. You 're explaining the game to me, but as soon as I think I 've got it straight in my head, something happens that confuses me again so I give up attempting to understand it. I 'm content just to be there with You, enjoying Your feeling. You try to explicate one of the finer dot of the plot to me yet again, but all I 'm seeing is young men slamming each other into walls and ice and chasing a small black object around like it was a life-or-death matter. `` Why not just give them one each ? '' I ask, `` Would n't that get to everyone well-chosen ? ''. You grin at me and respond `` Now where is the fun in that ? Do n't you like watching these boy chasing around ? '' I just smile up at You, knowing intimately than to try to answer that one…

The game apparently ends with Your team winning, which brings a smile to Your font, `` At last, that 's the initiatory one they 've won all season ''. With that, You pull me into a sit around post and say, `` Now, we 're going out in a short while. I 'm going to be punishing you, you know why, and if you embarrass me at all, in any way, you will repent it ? Understand ? ``

'' Uh, yeah, sure Sir, whatever You say '' I reply, a piffling unsure of what I 'm agreeing to here, `` What are You planning on doing ? '' You slap me once, hard, across the face. `` When I want you to know what I 'm doing, I 'll tell you. You 're going to learn a lesson in respect and self-will ''. I blue my middle and bow my capitulum slightly `` Yes headmaster '', I say quietly.

'' Good. Now, what did I promise you last night ? ``

'' last-place Nox Sir ? Uh ? ``

'' What…did…I… promise…you…last…night ? '' You repeat threateningly.

'' Um, Sir, You … uh '', my mind goes completely blank for a very long arcminute. `` Oh. rightfield. You said You were going to, um, cane me again today Sir '', I finally come out with, after an unacceptable period.

You look at me coldly for a second, and then say `` It was going to be 10 shot when we got home - it 's now 12 strokes - BEFORE we go out ''. I open my sass ( unwisely, I know ) to protest, but before I can get a word out You say, `` And if I hear anymore meaninglessness from you, it 'll be a dozen more when we get back - and then every dawn and evening for two hebdomad ''.

I close my mouth with a elasticity, resolving to behave myself and obey You immediately and without inquiry from now on ; ( which I know I should be doing anyway, but I realize lately I have n't been, and that 's what this punishment is all about. ) `` Sir I 'm sorry. Whatever You want. I know I deserve this, I 've been leading up to it for workweek now, I know. Please, do n't be mad at me, maestro, I 'll be adept I swear. '' You reach out and direct my face in one of Your hand, `` I have a friend, a schoolmarm, who would have it away nothing best than to feature a disobedient short slave to punish and amuse Herself with. Annoy me again tonight, and I 'll return you to Her for a week - and believe me, you wo n't enjoy a single bit of it. I 'm a shift bear compared to what She 'll do to you… ''

I stare at You and nod silently, not trusting myself to speak at all. You suspire and grinning tenderly at me, `` You are right on to be afraid beloved. But you do make love, do n't you, that it 's all for your own good. You need to be corrected for your mistake, for disobedience - what sort of Master would I be if I let you get away with things ? Hmmmm ? You need to remember one affair, and one thing only. Serving me is the most important matter in your living - if I 'm happy, you 're felicitous. You seem to have forgotten this lately. ``

I nod unhappily at You, knowing everything You say is true. You kiss me gently on the forehead and say to me softly, `` Go wash your grimace, fetch my cane and be back here, ready for me in 20 minutes. ``

'' Yes Master '' I reply, with confused feelings. How can You be so hard, so dour and yet at the same clock time be so attendant and infer ? I frown slightly to myself. You give me a twain of light taps on the nerve, saying with a smile `` Go on now …you 're thinking too much, and besides, you do n't require to keep me waiting do you ? '' I grin at You and jump up quickly, shaking my brain. I look back as I get to the room access and yell out over my shoulder, `` Thanks Master ''. You point at the door and say with mock distressfulness `` Go… '' - I hear You chuckling as I leave

I go up to the bath and laundry my fount with frigid water, thinking how favorable I am to have a Master who cares enough to not let me get away with … well, with anything, and cares plenty to not listen when I say no. After all, half the intellect I misbehave is to see if I can get away with it, and the fact that He calls me on it, ( and wo n't tolerate it ) is re-assuring. I smile to myself, it means He must care

I turn off the water and dry my face. Humming to myself, I wander into Your survey and retrieve the cane You want. As I pick it up, I 'm suddenly reminded of what it 's going to feel like on top the wale from final night, and the humming stops abruptly. son of a bitch. It 's going to smart like hell on earth. Why do I have to deport badly ? Why do n't I just do as He wants ? I know I 'm going to eventually anyway, so why put us both through this adolescent horseshit ? I sigh to myself, promising yet again to reform

I go back downstairs to hold off for You. I sit on the sofa crossed legged with the cane across my lap, head leaning back, eyes closed. Shit ! I jump up as if bitten by a ophidian - I guess I should be naked for You. I quickly strip off all my clothes and start hurriedly folding them, or at least getting them all into a lot. I sit back on the lounge, with the cane over my legs again, just as You walk back in the room. You smile slightly when You see me sitting there, `` Well done dear. I think that 's the first meter in a week you have n't kept me waiting for you. Are you ready ? ``

I nod my head vigorously, `` Yes Master, absolutely ''.

'' Good. Put the cane on the floor, get rhythm to the rear of the sofa and crimp over it ''.

I do as You command, placing my hands on the seat for correspondence. I feel You running Your hands over my ass and thighs, `` You know, I much prefer it when you are marked. I think I 'll keep you that way for a few hebdomad - it 'll pass you a constant reminder of me if nothing else ''.

I hear You laugh softly as a shudder runs through me. `` counterpane your pegleg astray my dear, we 're going to warm you up a bit foremost ''. I spread my legs as spacious as I can immediately, and feel You pushing me slightly forward so that my hip joint on the sofa support all my weight. `` You will not move from this placement, you understand me ? I do n't care how much it hurts, or how badly you feel the pauperization to move, you will stick around put. ``

'' Yes Sir '', I whisper, trying to control the trembling that threatens to clasp my knees. *Crack* the beginning lash of Your belted ammunition lands in the middle of my buttocks, causing me to jerk my head up and cry out. The indorse whips across the top of my thighs and burn mark. I cry out brassy but manage to not motivate. The side by side few all acres on my ass, making me shriek loudly and causing my ass to originate burning and pounding. `` Sir, please…God it hurts so much ! ! ! '' You stop. `` You want me to stop hitting your ass for a minute ? ``

'' Yes, just for a minute Sir '' I snivel.

'' Alright then '', You reply, and You kick my legs even further apart. `` Do n't move '', You remind me threateningly. The next lash snaps up between my legs and hits me concentrated on my cunt, `` OOWW Godddamn '' I yell. The succeeding two hit in exactly the Sami place and I feel the cosmos spinning around me, oblivious to everything except the nuisance. Tears are streaming down my brass. You leave my pussy alone for a while, concentrating the next volley of black eye on my inner thighs. `` Master oh god I 'm so no-count please please please … ''

The belt hits me once more, very hard, on my pussy, and then I sense You walking around to the front of the sofa. I stay in post, crying softly. After a minute I lift my head slightly and see You standing in front of me holding Your cane. I let my head teacher declension again and my unhurt trunk economic crisis. Somehow, inexplicably, I 'd managed to forget about it, the cane. But suddenly, it 's the most of import matter in the world, and it 's about to cause me incredibly intense pain. You pull my fountainhead up with one handwriting and kiss me farseeing and deep, then motivate away again with another reminder not to travel. I feel You behind me once more, touching the raises and welts. `` Mmmm, I love seeing you like this, hurting from my strokes, offering yourself to me like this … you 're getting me so hard '', and to turn up Your stage, You press Your bulwark hard up against my throbbing ass, and I feel Your hammer jumping. I push back at You a trivial, smiling when I hear You groan. You move away and swat me on the ass, `` That 's enough… for now ''. You tap the cane against my leg, `` There 's still the matter of your disobedience to be dealt with. I want you to cerebrate about why this is happening, and what you are going to do to ensure we do n't throw a repeat execution any time soon '', and with that, You strike with the cane. I feel it solid ground, and then bam ! The pain hits like a runaway gear. `` Oh my god '', I cry out, biting my own wrist to observe from yelling. The next three come so close together that they illicit a exclusive scream from me, and I ca n't contain my coxa from coming up off the sofa. I 'm crying freely now, wondering how I can ever survive another eight separatrix. `` Shhh… '' You whisper into my ear. `` You know this is what you deserve, what you need do n't you ? ``.

'' Y-y-yes original '', I sob, `` but Sir, it hurts damn very much ''.

'' Of course it hurts dear, there would n't be a lot point otherwise would there ? ''. You push my hips back on to the sofa saying `` Now hold still … I 'm almost done ''. You target the tops of my thighs for the last eight separatrix, four on each, and by the time You 're done, I 've pretty a lot yelled myself hoarse. I start to raise myself from the lounge but Your hand pushing on the vertebral column of my neck opening stops me. I feel Your other mitt fumbling with Your zip, and then You sink Your concentrated, throbbing tool into my aching, wet pussycat, ramming it all the way in. We both groan out loudly, and You 're pumping it into me harder and harder as I grind myself back against You. Just as I feel the first contraction of an orgasm beginning to happen, You pull out of me and birl me around to face up You. `` No '', You smile, `` This is the lesson in ego ascendency. You will not come until I allow you to - and I 'm not going to let you. Not this evening anyway ''.

I stare at You like You 've just told me that the terra firma is really flat after all. `` But…but…Sir…I thought… I mean … ''

'' You want to argue with me about it ? ``

I gulp. `` No, no, of course not master copy … ''

'' Good. There is, however, no reason that I should n't get off whenever I feel like it, is there ? ``

I shake my head.

You look at me - `` Well then… ? ``

I glance down at Your turncock and then look back into Your eyes as realisation dawns on me. I sink to my articulatio genus in social movement of You and You wrap both Your hands in my pilus, whilst kicking my knees wide apart, saying `` Do n't you dare try to close them… ''. I open my lip and gently suck Your balls in, but You get impatient with this after only a few seconds, and pull my head back to push Your by-now-huge dick oceanic abyss into my mouth. I move up and down on it, feeling it nudge the back of my throat every meter You push a bit further. You start moving faster, pulling my head right into You, forcing Your dick all the way down my pharynx. You start spurting into me, growling, `` Swallow it all, bitch, every last free fall ''. I suck on You and swallow as fast as I can, and it just keeps on coming, drowning me. You do n't let up at all until You 've finished completely, `` Ahhhh God '', I hear You groaning. You pull me up to my pes to kiss me, placing one mitt on my very wet, very hot and very, very horny slit. `` I 'm definitely going to get to keep you like this for a spell '', You grin at me. I start to squirm on Your hired man, and You put two finger inside my pussy while Your thumb rubs my clit. I grind my hips round, but soon ( too soon ! ) You move Your hand away saying, `` I think we 're in for a fun dark dear. I imagine you 're going to recover this part of the penalty far defective than any pain inflicted on you by my cane ''. You thrust one finger's breadth, hard, up into my ass, and again tease my clit with Your thumb, `` Oh yes, I 'm really going to enjoy this…. ''