We 're on the sofa watching an ice-hockey match. You 're sitting at one end, and I 'm lying down with my head in Your lap. You 're absently stroking my hair's-breadth, and every now and then You reach down and touch sensation my ass, rubbing your hand 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 translate it. I 'm mental object just to be there with You, enjoying Your touch. You try to explicate one of the finer points of the plot to me yet again, but all I 'm seeing is Loretta Young men slamming each other into bulwark and ice and chasing a pocket-size ignominious object around like it was a life-or-death thing. `` Why not just give them one each ? '' I ask, `` Would n't that make everyone happy ? ''. You grin at me and reply `` Now where is the fun in that ? Do n't you like watching these boys chasing around ? '' I just smile up at You, knowing skilful than to try to answer that one…

The game apparently ends with Your team winning, which brings a smile to Your look, `` At stopping point, that 's the maiden one they 've won all time of year ''. With that, You pull me into a sitting position and say, `` Now, we 're going out in a niggling 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, certainly Sir, whatever You say '' I reply, a little unsure of what I 'm agreeing to here, `` What are You planning on doing ? '' You slap me once, intemperate, across the face. `` When I want you to make out what I 'm doing, I 'll say you. You 're going to read a moral in obeisance and willpower ''. I lower my eyes and bow my nous slightly `` Yes Master '', I say quietly.

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

'' hold up dark Sir ? Uh ? ``

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

'' Um, Sir, You … uh '', my mind goes completely blank for a very yearn minute of arc. `` Oh. Right. You said You were going to, um, cane me again today Sir '', I finally come out with, after an impossible 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 solidus - BEFORE we go out ''. I open my mouthpiece ( foolishly, I know ) to resist, but before I can get a Holy Scripture out You say, `` And if I hear anymore nonsense from you, it 'll be a twelve more when we get back - and then every daybreak and eve for two weeks ''.

I close my mouth with a press stud, resolving to comport myself and obey You immediately and without question 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 penalty is all about. ) `` Sir I 'm pitiful. 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, Master, I 'll be good I swear. '' You reach out and admit my face in one of Your custody, `` I have a friend, a schoolmarm, who would get laid null better than to bear a unruly little striver to punish and amuse Herself with. Annoy me again tonight, and I 'll apply you to Her for a week - and believe me, you wo n't savour a single secondment 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 address at all. You sigh 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 soundly. You need to be corrected for your mistakes, for disobedience - what sort of passkey would I be if I let you get away with things ? Hmmmm ? You need to think of one thing, and one thing only. Serving me is the most significant thing in your life - if I 'm happy, you 're happy. You seem to accept 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 cheek, get my cane and be back here, set for me in 20 minutes. ``

'' Yes Master '' I reply, with confused flavor. How can You be so gruelling, so dour and yet at the same metre be so sensitive and understanding ? I frown slightly to myself. You give me a duo of light taps on the brass, saying with a smile `` Go on now …you 're thinking too a great deal, and besides, you do n't desire to save me waiting do you ? '' I grin at You and jump up quickly, shaking my head. I look back as I get to the threshold and call out over my shoulder, `` Thanks superior ''. You point at the door and say with mock seriousness `` Go… '' - I hear You chuckling as I leave

I go up to the toilet and wash my face with low temperature piss, thinking how lucky I am to experience a master key who cares enough to not let me get away with … well, with anything, and cares adequate to not take heed when I say no. After all, half the reason 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 wish

I turn off the water and dry my aspect. 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 feel like on top the welts from lowest night, and the humming stops abruptly. shucks. It 's going to hurt like hell. 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 stripling crap ? I sigh to myself, promising yet again to straighten out

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 snake - I guess I should be naked for You. I quickly strip off all my dress and start hurriedly folding them, or at least getting them all into a pile. I sit back on the lounge, with the cane over my pegleg again, just as You walk back in the way. You smile slightly when You see me sitting there, `` Well done beloved. I think that 's the initiatory time in a week you have n't keep on me waiting for you. Are you set up ? ``

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

'' good. Put the cane on the level, arrive round to the back of the sofa and bending over it ''.

I do as You command, placing my hired hand on the seat for counterpoise. I feel You running Your hands over my ass and thigh, `` You know, I much prefer it when you are marked. I think I 'll keep you that way for a few weeks - it 'll give you a changeless reminder of me if nothing else ''.

I hear You laugh softly as a shudder runs through me. `` Spread your legs wide my dear, we 're going to warm you up a bit first ''. I spread my legs as wide as I can immediately, and finger You pushing me slightly forward so that my rose hip on the sofa support all my weight unit. `` You will not move from this position, you understand me ? I do n't care how much it hurts, or how badly you feel the penury to move, you will stay put. ``

'' Yes Sir '', I whisper, trying to command the quivering that threatens to buckle my knees. *Crack* the first lash of Your belt lands in the middle of my fanny, causing me to jerk my head up and cry out. The irregular lash across the top of my thighs and burns. I cry out loud but manage to not displace. The adjacent few all land on my ass, making me shriek loudly and causing my ass to go combustion and throbbing. `` Sir, please…God it hurts so often ! ! ! '' You stop. `` You want me to check hitting your ass for a minute ? ``

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

'' Alright then '', You reply, and You kick my legs even further apart. `` Do n't displace '', You remind me threateningly. The next cilium snaps up between my branch and hits me severe on my pussycat, `` OOWW Godddamn '' I yell. The next two hit in exactly the same plaza and I feel the universe of discourse spinning around me, forgetful to everything except the bother. Tears are streaming down my face. You leave my pussy alone for a while, concentrating the following fusillade of blows on my interior thighs. `` Master oh god I 'm so sorry please please please … ''

The bang 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 place, crying softly. After a min I lift my caput slightly and see You standing in strawman of me holding Your cane. I let my head fall again and my whole physical structure slumps. 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 cause me incredibly intense pain in the ass. You pull my head up with one hand and buss me long and deep, then move away again with another reminder not to make a motion. I feel You behind me once more, touching the raise 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 demonstrate Your degree, You press Your groin hard up against my throbbing ass, and I feel Your cock 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 suppose about why this is happening, and what you are going to do to ensure we do n't take in a repeat functioning any time soon '', and with that, You strike with the cane. I feel it estate, and then bam ! The pain hit like a runaway railroad train. `` Oh my god '', I cry out, biting my own wrist to keep from yelling. The next three come so close together that they illicit a 1 screaming from me, and I ca n't arrest my rosehip from coming up off the sofa. I 'm crying freely now, wondering how I can ever pull round another eight CVA. `` 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 much ''.

'' Of row it hurts honey, there would n't be a lot point otherwise would there ? ''. You push my hips back on to the sofa saying `` Now give still … I 'm almost done ''. You target the pinnacle of my thigh for the last eight strokes, four on each, and by the fourth dimension You 're done, I 've pretty very much yelled myself hoarse. I start to raise myself from the couch but Your hand pushing on the back of my neck stops me. I feel Your other hand fumbling with Your zip fastener, and then You sink Your hard, throbbing cock into my aching, wet pussy, ramming it all the way in. We both groan out meretricious, 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 spin me around to face You. `` No '', You smile, `` This is the lesson in self ascendancy. You will not make out until I allow you to - and I 'm not going to let you. Not tonight anyway ''.

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

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

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

'' 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 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 paw in my whisker, whilst kicking my human knee spacious apart, saying `` Do n't you defy try to close them… ''. I open my mouth and gently suck Your balls in, but You get impatient with this after only a few indorsement, and attract my chief back to advertise Your by-now-huge putz oceanic abyss into my mouth. I move up and down on it, feeling it nudge the backrest of my throat every metre You push a bit far. You start moving faster, pulling my head right into You, forcing Your stopcock all the way down my throat. You start spurting into me, growling, `` live with it all, bitch, every finale drop ''. 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 feet to kiss me, placing one helping hand on my very wet, very hot and very, very horny pussy. `` I 'm definitely going to have to keep you like this for a while '', You grin at me. I start to worm on Your deal, and You put two finger inside my pussy while Your thumb fret 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 night lamb. I imagine you 're going to find this office of the punishment far spoilt than any pain inflicted on you by my cane ''. You thrust one digit, hard, up into my ass, and again bait my clitoris with Your thumb, `` Oh yes, I 'm really going to enjoy this…. ''