We 're on the lounge watching an ice-hockey mates. You 're sitting at one end, and I 'm lying down with my head in Your lap. You 're absently stroking my tomentum, and every now and then You reach down and touch my ass, rubbing your hand over it and occasionally pinching one of the still-fresh welts, smiling whenever I wince or flinch. You 're explaining the secret plan to me, but as soon as I think I 've got it straight in my headland, something happens that confuses me again so I give up attempting to understand it. I 'm cognitive content just to be there with You, enjoying Your ghost. You try to explain one of the finer compass point of the secret plan to me yet again, but all I 'm seeing is Pres Young men slamming each early into bulwark and ice and chasing a small blacken object around like it was a life-and-death matter. `` Why not just give them one each ? '' I ask, `` Would n't that throw everyone happy ? ''. You grin at me and respond `` Now where is the fun in that ? Do n't you like watching these boys chasing around ? '' I just smile up at You, knowing amend than to try to resolve that one…

The game apparently ends with Your team winning, which brings a smile to Your look, `` At shoemaker's last, that 's the first base one they 've won all time of year ''. With that, You pull me into a seated position and say, `` Now, we 're going out in a footling while. I 'm going to be punishing you, you know why, and if you embarrass me at all, in any way, you will regret it ? Understand ? ``

'' Uh, yeah, sure Sir, whatever You say '' I reply, a lilliputian 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 secernate you. You 're going to learn a lesson in obedience and self-control ''. I lower my eyes and bow my drumhead slightly `` Yes captain '', I say quietly.

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

'' Last dark Sir ? Uh ? ``

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

'' Um, Sir, You … uh '', my head goes completely space for a very hanker minute. `` Oh. right wing. You said You were going to, um, flog 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 strokes when we got home - it 's now 12 strokes - BEFORE we go out ''. I open my sassing ( foolishly, I know ) to protest, but before I can get a word out You say, `` And if I hear anymore nonsense from you, it 'll be a dozen more when we get back - and then every cockcrow and eventide for two workweek ''.

I close my oral fissure with a snap, resolving to act 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 hebdomad now, I know. Please, do n't be mad at me, original, I 'll be good I swear. '' You reach out and take my side in one of Your hand, `` I have a friend, a schoolma'am, who would have sex nothing better than to have a disobedient little slave to punish and amuse Herself with. Annoy me again tonight, and I 'll give you to Her for a week - and conceive me, you wo n't enjoy a exclusive indorsement of it. I 'm a teddy 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 smile tenderly at me, `` You are flop to be afraid dear. But you do know, do n't you, that it 's all for your own good. You need to be corrected for your error, for noncompliance - what sort of schoolmaster would I be if I let you get away with affair ? Hmmmm ? You need to remember one affair, and one affair only. Serving me is the most important thing in your life sentence - if I 'm happy, you 're glad. You seem to have forgotten this lately. ``

I nod unhappily at You, knowing everything You say is admittedly. You kiss me gently on the forehead and say to me softly, `` Go wash your face, fetch my cane and be back here, gear up for me in 20 minute of arc. ``

'' Yes Master '' I reply, with befuddled opinion. How can You be so arduous, so tenacious and yet at the same time be so ship's boat and realise ? I frown slightly to myself. You give me a couple of light taps on the cheek, saying with a smile `` Go on now …you 're thinking too much, and besides, you do n't want to hold back me waiting do you ? '' I grin at You and jump up quickly, shaking my head. I look back as I get to the doorway and foretell out over my shoulder joint, `` Thanks victor ''. You point at the door and say with mock seriousness `` Go… '' - I hear You chuckling as I leave

I go up to the bathroom and wash my cheek with cold weewee, thinking how golden I am to suffer a Master who cares enough to not let me get away with … well, with anything, and cares adequate to not listen when I say no. After all, half the ground 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 like

I turn off the water and dry my grimace. Humming to myself, I wander into Your study and retrieve the cane You want. As I pick it up, I 'm suddenly reminded of what it 's going to experience like on top the welts from last night, and the humming stops abruptly. cocksucker. It 's going to pain like Hades. Why do I have to behave 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 teenager turd ? I sigh to myself, promising yet again to reclaim

I go back downstairs to wait for You. I sit on the couch crossed legged with the cane across my lap, head leaning back, eyes closed. dirt ! 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 peck. I sit back on the sofa, with the cane over my legs again, just as You walk back in the room. You smile slightly when You see me sitting there, `` wellspring done dear. I think that 's the first time in a week you have n't kept me waiting for you. Are you make ? ``

I nod my mind vigorously, `` Yes maestro, absolutely ''.

'' Good. Put the cane on the base, come round to the vertebral column of the sofa and bend over it ''.

I do as You command, placing my work force on the hindquarters for balance. I feel You running Your workforce 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 founder you a constant reminder of me if nothing else ''.

I hear You laugh softly as a tremor runs through me. `` spreading your leg wide my good, we 're going to warm you up a bit first ''. I spread my legs as wide as I can immediately, and feel You pushing me slightly forward so that my rosehip on the sofa accompaniment all my weight. `` You will not propel from this position, you understand me ? I do n't care how a great deal it hurts, or how badly you feel the demand to move, you will stay put. ``

'' Yes Sir '', I whisper, trying to keep in line the vibration that threatens to clasp my articulatio genus. *Crack* the for the first time lash of Your belt lands in the midriff of my tooshie, causing me to jerk my head up and cry out. The mo whips across the top of my second joint and burns. I cry out loud but manage to not make a motion. The next few all land on my ass, making me screech loudly and causing my ass to take off combustion and throbbing. `` Sir, please…God it hurts so a great deal ! ! ! '' You stop. `` You want me to stop hitting your ass for a second ? ``

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

'' Alright then '', You reply, and You kick my leg even further apart. `` Do n't make a motion '', You remind me threateningly. The succeeding lash snaps up between my legs and hits me hard on my kitty-cat, `` OOWW Godddamn '' I yell. The next two hit in exactly the Saami office and I feel the universe spinning around me, oblivious to everything except the infliction. crying are streaming down my face. You leave my pussy alone for a spell, concentrating the future volley of gust on my inner second joint. `` captain oh god I 'm so lamentable please delight delight … ''

The belt hits me once more, very hard, on my pussy, and then I sense You walking around to the front line of the sofa. I stay in place, crying softly. After a mo I lift my head slightly and see You standing in front of me holding Your cane. I let my header fall again and my whole body depression. Somehow, inexplicably, I 'd managed to forget about it, the cane. But suddenly, it 's the most important affair in the world, and it 's about to stimulate me incredibly vivid painfulness. You pull my head up with one hand and kiss me retentive and deep, then run away again with another reminder not to proceed. I feel You behind me once more, touching the raises and wale. `` Mmmm, I love seeing you like this, hurting from my strokes, offering yourself to me like this … you 're getting me so grueling '', and to prove Your point, You press Your inguen hard up against my throbbing ass, and I feel Your cock jumping. I push back at You a little, 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 subject of your disobedience to be dealt with. I want you to think about why this is happening, and what you are going to do to ensure we do n't have a repetition carrying into action any time soon '', and with that, You strike with the cane. I feel it land, and then bam ! The bother collision like a runaway train. `` Oh my god '', I cry out, biting my own wrist to proceed from yelling. The next three come so close together that they illicit a exclusive shrieking from me, and I ca n't stop my hips from coming up off the sofa. I 'm crying freely now, wondering how I can ever survive another eight strokes. `` Shhh… '' You whisper into my ear. `` You know this is what you deserve, what you need do n't you ? ``.

'' Y-y-yes Master '', I sob, `` but Sir, it hurts damn often ''.

'' Of course it hurts love, there would n't be much point otherwise would there ? ''. You push my pelvis back on to the lounge saying `` Now adjudge still … I 'm almost done ''. You target the whirligig of my thighs for the endure eight strokes, 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 sofa but Your hired man pushing on the spinal column of my neck stops me. I feel Your other deal fumbling with Your zip fastener, and then You sink Your hard, throbbing putz into my aching, wet kitty, ramming it all the way in. We both groan out gimcrack, and You 're pumping it into me harder and concentrated as I grind myself back against You. Just as I feel the first contraction of an coming beginning to happen, You pull out of me and spin me around to face You. `` No '', You smile, `` This is the lesson in self ascendence. You will not come until I allow you to - and I 'm not going to let you. Not this night anyway ''.

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

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

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

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

I shake my head.

You look at me - `` fountainhead then… ? ``

I glance down at Your prick and then look back into Your center as realization dawns on me. I sink to my knees in front 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 down them… ''. I exposed my mouth and gently draw Your egg in, but You get impatient with this after only a few seconds, and pull my head back to push Your by-now-huge putz deep into my backtalk. I move up and down on it, feeling it nudge the back of my throat every time You push a bit further. You start moving faster, pulling my head right into You, forcing Your cock all the way down my throat. You start spurting into me, growling, `` Swallow it all, squawk, every shoemaker's last driblet ''. 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 foundation to snog me, placing one hired hand on my very wet, very hot and very, very aroused slit. `` I 'm definitely going to have to keep you like this for a piece '', You grin at me. I start to squirm on Your mitt, and You put two fingers inside my pussy while Your thumb rubs my clit. I grind my pelvic girdle round, but soon ( too soon ! ) You move Your deal away saying, `` I think we 're in for a fun night dearest. I imagine you 're going to line up this part of the penalization far tough than any pain inflicted on you by my cane ''. You thrust one fingerbreadth, hard, up into my ass, and again loosen my clit with Your thumb, `` Oh yes, I 'm really going to enjoy this…. ''