Fallen Angel ( 0 )
We 're on the sofa watching an ice-hockey peer. You 're sitting at one end, and I 'm lying down with my psyche 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 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 explain one of the finer stop of the game to me yet again, but all I 'm seeing is young men slamming each early into walls and ice and chasing a diminished black objective around like it was a life-and-death thing. `` Why not just apply them one each ? '' I ask, `` Would n't that throw 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 better than to try to reply that one…
The game apparently ends with Your team winning, which brings a smile to Your expression, `` At cobbler's last, that 's the first one they 've won all season ''. With that, You pull me into a sitting position and say, `` Now, we 're going out in a minuscule 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, hard, across the face. `` When I want you to know what I 'm doing, I 'll tell you. You 're going to memorize a lesson in obedience and self-control ''. I abject my eyes and bow my head slightly `` Yes superior '', I say quietly.
'' good. Now, what did I call you last night ? ``
'' conclusion night 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. Right. 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 virgule when we got home - it 's now 12 strokes - BEFORE we go out ''. I open my sassing ( foolishly, I know ) to resist, 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 morning and evening for two workweek ''.
I close my mouth with a snap, resolving to behave 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 distressing. Whatever You want. I know I deserve this, I 've been leading up to it for weeks now, I know. Please, do n't be mad at me, superior, I 'll be good I swear. '' You reach out and take my face in one of Your hands, `` I have a acquaintance, a mistress, who would be intimate nothing advantageously than to give birth a disobedient little slave to punish and divert Herself with. Annoy me again tonight, and I 'll yield you to Her for a week - and believe me, you wo n't bask a exclusive second of it. I 'm a shimmy 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 right 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 fault, for disobedience - what sort of Master would I be if I let you get away with thing ? Hmmmm ? You need to commend one affair, and one thing only. Serving me is the most crucial affair in your sprightliness - if I 'm felicitous, you 're glad. You seem to have forgotten this lately. ``
I nod unhappily at You, knowing everything You say is confessedly. You kiss me gently on the os frontale and say to me softly, `` Go wash your facial expression, fetch my cane and be back here, ready for me in 20 minutes. ``
'' Yes captain '' I reply, with discombobulate feelings. How can You be so hard, so dogged and yet at the Saame prison term be so tender and understand ? I frown slightly to myself. You give me a twain of light taps on the brass, saying with a smile `` Go on now …you 're thinking too lots, and besides, you do n't need to save me waiting do you ? '' I grin at You and jump up quickly, shaking my principal. I look back as I get to the door and address out over my shoulder joint, `` Thanks master ''. You point at the doorway and say with mock distressfulness `` Go… '' - I hear You chuckling as I leave
I go up to the bathroom and airstream my fount with frigidness water supply, thinking how lucky I am to have a Master who cares enough to not let me get away with … well, with anything, and cares enough to not listen 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 support it ) is re-assuring. I smile to myself, it means He must care
I turn off the body of water and dry my face. Humming to myself, I wander into Your study and call back the cane You want. As I pick it up, I 'm suddenly reminded of what it 's going to feel like on top the wheal from last night, and the humming stops abruptly. dogshit. It 's going to hurt like hell. Why do I have to comport 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 crap ? I sigh to myself, promising yet again to straighten out
I go back downstairs to look for You. I sit on the lounge crossed legged with the cane across my lap, promontory leaning back, heart closed. motherfucker ! I jump up as if bitten by a snake in the grass - 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 sofa, with the cane over my ramification again, just as You walk back in the room. You smile slightly when You see me sitting there, `` well done dearest. I think that 's the firstly prison term in a hebdomad you have n't kept me waiting for you. Are you ready ? ``
I nod my headland vigorously, `` Yes passkey, absolutely ''.
'' Good. Put the cane on the base, come troll to the back of the sofa and bend over it ''.
I do as You command, placing my helping hand on the rear end for equalizer. I feel You running Your work force 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 constant reminder of me if nothing else ''.
I hear You laugh softly as a shudder runs through me. `` Spread your legs wide my dearest, we 're going to warm you up a bit first ''. I spread my pegleg as wide as I can immediately, and feel You pushing me slightly forward so that my coxa on the lounge support all my weight. `` You will not act from this position, you understand me ? I do n't like how much it hurts, or how badly you feel the need to move, you will stick around put. ``
'' Yes Sir '', I whisper, trying to operate the trembling that threatens to buckle my knees. *Crack* the commencement lash of Your belt lands in the middle of my hind end, causing me to jerk my head up and cry out. The sec whips across the top of my thigh and burns. I cry out loud but manage to not move. The next few all soil on my ass, making me scream loudly and causing my ass to start burning and throbbing. `` Sir, please…God it hurts so a great deal ! ! ! '' You stop. `` You want me to halt hitting your ass for a minute ? ``
'' Yes, just for a hour Sir '' I snivel.
'' Alright then '', You reply, and You kick my legs even further apart. `` Do n't be active '', You remind me threateningly. The succeeding lash snaps up between my leg and hitting me hard on my pussycat, `` OOWW Godddamn '' I yell. The next two hit in exactly the same shoes and I feel the universe spinning around me, oblivious to everything except the pain. Tears are streaming down my face. You leave my pussy alone for a while, concentrating the next burst of C on my inner thighs. `` Master oh god I 'm so good-for-naught please please please … ''
The belt hits me once more, very hard, on my snatch, and then I sense You walking around to the movement of the couch. I stay in blank space, crying softly. After a minute of arc I lift my caput slightly and see You standing in front of me holding Your cane. I let my head gloaming again and my unit body slack. Somehow, inexplicably, I 'd managed to leave about it, the cane. But suddenly, it 's the most important thing in the mankind, and it 's about to make me incredibly intense nuisance. You pull my straits up with one manus and snog me tenacious and deep, then move away again with another reminder not to motivate. I feel You behind me once more, touching the rise and welts. `` Mmmm, I love seeing you like this, hurting from my cam stroke, offering yourself to me like this … you 're getting me so intemperate '', and to establish Your point, You press Your groin hard up against my throbbing ass, and I feel Your peter 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 matter 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 repeat operation any prison term soon '', and with that, You strike with the cane. I feel it terra firma, and then bam ! The pain hitting like a runaway train. `` Oh my god '', I cry out, biting my own wrist to keep on from yelling. The next three come so close together that they illicit a bingle 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 live on 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 passe-partout '', I sob, `` but Sir, it hurts damn much ''.
'' Of course of study it hurts lamb, there would n't be much point otherwise would there ? ''. You push my rose hip back on to the lounge saying `` Now hold still … I 'm almost done ''. You target the superlative of my thighs for the last eight separatrix, four on each, and by the time You 're done, I 've pretty very much yelled myself hoarse. I start to raise myself from the sofa but Your hand pushing on the binding of my neck stops me. I feel Your other hired man fumbling with Your zipper, and then You sink Your hard, throbbing putz into my aching, wet kitty-cat, ramming it all the way in. We both groan out tawdry, and You 're pumping it into me harder and severe as I grind myself back against You. Just as I feel the first condensation of an orgasm beginning to go on, You pull out of me and spin around me around to face You. `` No '', You smile, `` This is the lesson in self control. You will not fall 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 earth is really matted 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 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 cock and then seem back into Your eye as realization dawns on me. I sink to my knees in front of You and You wrap both Your hands in my hair, whilst kicking my genu wide apart, saying `` Do n't you dare try to conclude them… ''. I open my oral fissure and gently suck Your ball in, but You get impatient with this after only a few seconds, and deplumate my principal back to push Your by-now-huge shaft deep into my lip. I move up and down on it, feeling it nudge the rachis 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 last drop ''. I suck on You and get down 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 buss me, placing one helping hand on my very wet, very hot and very, very horny pussy. `` I 'm definitely going to have to hold back you like this for a while '', You grin at me. I start to wriggle on Your paw, and You put two digit inside my pussy while Your thumb scratch my clit. I grind my hips round, but soon ( too soon ! ) You move Your hired man away saying, `` I think we 're in for a fun nighttime love. I imagine you 're going to bump this character of the punishment far worse than any bother inflicted on you by my cane ''. You thrust one finger's breadth, hard, up into my ass, and again tease my clitoris with Your thumb, `` Oh yes, I 'm really going to enjoy this…. ''