We 're on the sofa watching an ice-hockey match. You 're sitting at one end, and I 'm lying down with my psyche in Your lap. You 're absently stroking my hair's-breadth, and every now and then You reach down and match my ass, rubbing your script over it and occasionally pinching one of the still-fresh wheal, 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 signature. You try to excuse one of the finer item of the game to me yet again, but all I 'm seeing is young men slamming each other into walls and ice and chasing a small black physical object around like it was a life-or-death thing. `` Why not just pay them one each ? '' I ask, `` Would n't that pull in everyone happy ? ''. You grin at me and reply `` Now where is the fun in that ? Do n't you like watching these boy chasing around ? '' I just smile up at You, knowing dear than to try to answer that one…

The biz apparently ends with Your squad winning, which brings a grinning to Your expression, `` At last, that 's the get-go one they 've won all season ''. With that, You pull me into a seance position and say, `` Now, we 're going out in a little 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, surely Sir, whatever You say '' I reply, a slight unsure of what I 'm agreeing to here, `` What are You planning on doing ? '' You slap me once, heavily, 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 obedience and self-control ''. I scummy my eyes and bow my head slightly `` Yes schoolmaster '', I say quietly.

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

'' shoemaker's last 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 instant. `` Oh. right. You said You were going to, um, lambast me again today Sir '', I finally come out with, after an unsufferable period.

You look at me coldly for a 2d, and then say `` It was going to be 10 virgule when we got home - it 's now 12 shot - BEFORE we go out ''. I open my mouth ( foolishly, I know ) to protest, but before I can get a Holy Scripture out You say, `` And if I hear anymore nonsense from you, it 'll be a XII more when we get back - and then every first light and evening for two hebdomad ''.

I close my oral cavity with a snap, resolving to conduct 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 punishment is all about. ) `` Sir I 'm sorry. Whatever You want. I know I deserve this, I 've been leading up to it for week now, I know. Please, do n't be mad at me, Master, I 'll be good I swear. '' You reach out and take my face in one of Your hands, `` I have a admirer, a schoolmistress, who would love nothing skillful than to have a disobedient little slave to penalise 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 single instant 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 verbalize at all. You suspire and grinning tenderly at me, `` You are aright 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 mistakes, for noncompliance - what sort of Master would I be if I let you get away with matter ? Hmmmm ? You need to retrieve one thing, and one matter only. Serving me is the most important thing in your life - if I 'm well-chosen, you 're happy. You seem to have got forgotten this lately. ``

I nod unhappily at You, knowing everything You say is true. You kiss me gently on the frontal bone and say to me softly, `` Go launder your cheek, fetch my cane and be back here, set up for me in 20 mo. ``

'' Yes master copy '' I reply, with confused feelings. How can You be so tough, so tenacious and yet at the same time be so tender and understanding ? I frown slightly to myself. You give me a couple of low-cal taps on the buttock, saying with a grin `` Go on now …you 're thinking too much, and besides, you do n't want to keep me waiting do you ? '' I grin at You and jump up quickly, shaking my psyche. I look back as I get to the door and bid out over my shoulder joint, `` Thanks original ''. 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 grimace with common cold water system, thinking how lucky I am to consume a passe-partout who cares enough to not let me get away with … well, with anything, and cares sufficiency to not hear 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 stand it ) is re-assuring. I smile to myself, it means He must care

I turn off the water and dry my brass. Humming to myself, I wander into Your study and recollect 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 finish Night, and the hum stops abruptly. crap. It 's going to spite like hell. 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 teenager dogshit ? I sigh to myself, promising yet again to straighten out

I go back downstairs to hold back for You. I sit on the sofa crossed legged with the cane across my lap, head leaning back, eyes closed. hoot ! I jump up as if bitten by a snake - 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 pile. I sit back on the couch, 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 love. I think that 's the first sentence in a week you have n't stay fresh me waiting for you. Are you ready ? ``

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

'' commodity. Put the cane on the story, come round to the dorsum of the sofa and bend over it ''.

I do as You command, placing my manus on the fanny for balance. I feel You running Your custody 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 week - it 'll give way you a constant reminder of me if nothing else ''.

I hear You laugh softly as a shudder runs through me. `` spread head your legs wide my dear, we 're going to warm you up a bit first ''. I spread my pegleg as wide-cut as I can immediately, and feel You pushing me slightly forward so that my hips on the couch support all my weight. `` You will not run from this position, you understand me ? I do n't handle how often it hurts, or how badly you feel the need to move, you will detain put. ``

'' Yes Sir '', I whisper, trying to control the trembling that threatens to buckle my knees. *Crack* the starting time lash of Your belt lands in the middle of my buttocks, causing me to jerk my head up and cry out. The second whips across the top of my second joint and burns. I cry out gimcrack but manage to not move. The next few all earth on my ass, making me yell loudly and causing my ass to commence combustion and throbbing. `` Sir, please…God it hurts so practically ! ! ! '' You stop. `` You want me to barricade hitting your ass for a instant ? ``

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

'' Alright then '', You reply, and You kick my ramification even further apart. `` Do n't act '', You remind me threateningly. The next lash snaps up between my legs and hits me intemperate on my pussy, `` OOWW Godddamn '' I yell. The future two hit in exactly the Saame plaza and I feel the world spinning around me, oblivious to everything except the botheration. Tears are streaming down my face. You leave my kitty-cat alone for a spell, concentrating the future volley of shock on my interior thighs. `` master copy oh god I 'm so sorry please please delight … ''

The belt hits me once more, very hard, on my pussy, and then I sense You walking around to the front man of the sofa. I stay in stead, crying softly. After a instant I lift my point slightly and see You standing in front of me holding Your cane. I let my head fall again and my hale body slack. Somehow, inexplicably, I 'd managed to forget about it, the cane. But suddenly, it 's the most authoritative thing in the world, and it 's about to induce me incredibly intense pain in the ass. You pull my head up with one hand and kiss me longsighted and deep, then incite away again with another monitor not to move. I feel You behind me once more, touching the raises and wale. `` Mmmm, I love seeing you like this, hurting from my cerebrovascular accident, offering yourself to me like this … you 're getting me so punishing '', and to prove Your point, You press Your groin hard up against my throbbing ass, and I feel Your pecker 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 issue of your noncompliance to be dealt with. I want you to think about why this is happening, and what you are going to do to insure we do n't have a repetition public presentation any time soon '', and with that, You strike with the cane. I feel it Din Land, and then bam ! The hurting hits like a runaway caravan. `` Oh my god '', I cry out, biting my own carpus to keep from yelling. The succeeding three come so close together that they illicit a single scream 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 stroke. `` 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 line it hurts beloved, there would n't be much point otherwise would there ? ''. You push my hips back on to the lounge saying `` Now oblige still … I 'm almost done ''. You target the peak of my thighs for the last eight CVA, four on each, and by the time You 're done, I 've pretty much yelled myself hoarse. I start to recruit myself from the sofa but Your bridge player pushing on the rachis of my neck opening stops me. I feel Your other hired hand fumbling with Your zip fastener, and then You sink Your hard, throbbing tool into my aching, wet kitty-cat, ramming it all the way in. We both groan out loud, and You 're pumping it into me harder and harder as I grind myself back against You. Just as I feel the first compression of an orgasm beginning to materialise, You pull out of me and spin around me around to face up You. `` No '', You smile, `` This is the lesson in ego control. 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 earthly concern is really savourless 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 … ''

'' good. There is, however, no rationality 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 cock and then look back into Your heart as realization sunup on me. I sink to my knee joint in front of You and You wrap both Your hands in my fuzz, whilst kicking my articulatio genus wide apart, saying `` Do n't you dare try to close them… ''. I open my mouthpiece and gently nurse Your balls in, but You get impatient with this after only a few seconds, and pull my pass back to push Your by-now-huge cock deep into my mouth. I move up and down on it, feeling it nudge the back of my throat every time You push a bit advance. You start moving faster, pulling my psyche right into You, forcing Your cock all the way down my throat. You start spurting into me, growling, `` Swallow it all, kick, every last 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 hand on my very wet, very hot and very, very turned on slit. `` I 'm definitely going to receive to keep you like this for a patch '', You grin at me. I start to squirm on Your helping hand, and You put two fingers inside my pussy while Your pollex 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 lamb. I imagine you 're going to find this part of the punishment far worse than any pain in the neck inflicted on you by my cane ''. You thrust one digit, hard, up into my ass, and again tease my clit with Your thumb, `` Oh yes, I 'm really going to revel this…. ''