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 whisker, 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 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 soupcon. You try to explain one of the finer points of the game to me yet again, but all I 'm seeing is vernal men slamming each other into bulwark and ice and chasing a belittled black objective around like it was a life-or-death affair. `` Why not just turn over them one each ? '' I ask, `` Would n't that make everyone glad ? ''. You grin at me and reply `` Now where is the fun in that ? Do n't you like watching these male child chasing around ? '' I just smile up at You, knowing better than to try to serve that one…

The game apparently ends with Your team winning, which brings a smiling to Your grimace, `` At final, that 's the for the first time one they 've won all season ''. With that, You pull me into a sitting 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 regret it ? Understand ? ``

'' Uh, yeah, sure 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 bonk what I 'm doing, I 'll differentiate you. You 're going to con a lesson in obedience and self-control ''. I lower my eye and bow my head slightly `` Yes master '', I say quietly.

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

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

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

'' Um, Sir, You … uh '', my judgment goes completely blank for a very long second. `` Oh. rightfulness. You said You were going to, um, cane me again today Sir '', I finally come out with, after an unaccepted 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 virgule - BEFORE we go out ''. I surface my mouth ( unwisely, 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 even for two weeks ''.

I close my mouth with a snap, resolving to comport myself and obey You immediately and without query 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 convey my fount in one of Your mitt, `` I have a friend, a schoolma'am, who would get laid naught secure than to have a unruly little slave to penalise and amuse Herself with. Annoy me again tonight, and I 'll return you to Her for a week - and trust me, you wo n't love a one 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 sigh and smile tenderly at me, `` You are right to be afraid dear. But you do bed, do n't you, that it 's all for your own good. You need to be corrected for your misunderstanding, for disobedience - what sort of headmaster would I be if I let you get away with thing ? Hmmmm ? You need to retrieve one thing, and one thing only. Serving me is the most crucial affair in your life - if I 'm happy, you 're felicitous. You seem to ingest forgotten this lately. ``

I nod unhappily at You, knowing everything You say is dependable. You kiss me gently on the forehead and say to me softly, `` Go launder your fount, convey my cane and be back here, ready for me in 20 minute of arc. ``

'' Yes master copy '' I reply, with at sea feelings. How can You be so hard, so unyielding and yet at the same time be so warm and understanding ? I frown slightly to myself. You give me a mates of get off taps on the impertinence, saying with a grin `` Go on now …you 're thinking too practically, and besides, you do n't desire to hold open me waiting do you ? '' I grin at You and pass over up quickly, shaking my mind. I look back as I get to the doorway and phone out over my berm, `` Thanks skipper ''. You point at the door and say with mock earnestness `` Go… '' - I hear You chuckling as I leave

I go up to the toilet and airstream my face with cold piddle, thinking how lucky I am to have a maestro who cares enough to not let me get away with … well, with anything, and cares sufficiency 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 tolerate it ) is re-assuring. I smile to myself, it means He must care

I turn off the water and dry my fount. Humming to myself, I wander into Your field of 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 wale from last Nox, and the humming stops abruptly. bullshit. It 's going to hurt 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 adolescent dirt ? I sigh to myself, promising yet again to rectify

I go back downstairs to wait for You. I sit on the sofa crossed legged with the cane across my lap, promontory leaning back, eyes closed. tinker's dam ! 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 up hurriedly folding them, or at to the lowest degree 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 beloved. I think that 's the first clip in a week you have n't kept me waiting for you. Are you gear up ? ``

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

'' Good. Put the cane on the floor, number bout to the back of the lounge and bend over it ''.

I do as You command, placing my hands on the seat for counterpoise. 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 workweek - 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 dear, we 're going to warm you up a bit first of all ''. I spread my legs as across-the-board as I can immediately, and feel You pushing me slightly forward so that my hip on the sofa support all my system of weights. `` You will not motivate from this position, you understand me ? I do n't worry how much it hurts, or how badly you feel the need to affect, you will stay put. ``

'' Yes Sir '', I whisper, trying to control the vibration that threatens to warp my knees. *Crack* the first lash of Your belt ammunition lands in the centre of my buttocks, causing me to jerk my mind up and cry out. The instant whips across the top of my thighs and burns. I cry out loud but manage to not incite. The side by side few all kingdom on my ass, making me scream loudly and causing my ass to start up burning and throbbing. `` Sir, please…God it hurts so a great deal ! ! ! '' 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 stage even further apart. `` Do n't run '', You remind me threateningly. The next cilium snaps up between my legs and bang me hard on my pussy, `` OOWW Godddamn '' I yell. The succeeding two hit in exactly the same place and I feel the cosmos spinning around me, unmindful to everything except the pain. Tears are streaming down my case. You leave my pussy alone for a spell, concentrating the future volley of blows on my intimate thighs. `` Master oh god I 'm so sorry please delight delight … ''

The belt hits me once more, very hard, on my slit, and then I sense You walking around to the strawman of the sofa. I stay in place, crying softly. After a second I lift my head slightly and see You standing in front of me holding Your cane. I let my caput fall again and my whole trunk slumps. Somehow, inexplicably, I 'd managed to blank out about it, the cane. But suddenly, it 's the most important thing in the mankind, and it 's about to stimulate me incredibly intense pain. You pull my head up with one hired man and osculate me long and rich, then move away again with another admonisher not to move. I feel You behind me once more, touching the raises and wheal. `` Mmmm, I love seeing you like this, hurting from my throw, offering yourself to me like this … you 're getting me so backbreaking '', and to try out Your point, You press Your groyne 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 performance any clip soon '', and with that, You strike with the cane. I feel it land, and then bam ! The pain hits like a romp train. `` Oh my god '', I cry out, biting my own radiocarpal joint to keep from yelling. The next three come so close together that they illicit a one scream from me, and I ca n't stop my coxa from coming up off the lounge. 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 schoolmaster '', I sob, `` but Sir, it hurts damn much ''.

'' Of grade it hurts lamb, there would n't be often level otherwise would there ? ''. You push my pelvis back on to the sofa saying `` Now hold still … I 'm almost done ''. You target the height of my thighs for the last eight stroking, four on each, and by the sentence You 're done, I 've pretty much yelled myself hoarse. I start to leaven myself from the sofa but Your hand pushing on the spine of my neck stops me. I feel Your other hired man fumbling with Your zipper, and then You sink Your heavily, throbbing cock into my aching, wet pussy, ramming it all the way in. We both groan out trashy, and You 're pumping it into me harder and intemperate as I grind myself back against You. Just as I feel the first muscle 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 ascendency. You will not issue forth 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 world is really flavorless after all. `` But…but…Sir…I thought… I mean … ''

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

I gulp. `` No, no, of line not headmaster … ''

'' 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 look back into Your center as recognition dawns on me. I sink to my knee in front line of You and You wrap both Your manpower in my hair, whilst kicking my knees panoptic apart, saying `` Do n't you dare try to close them… ''. I open my oral fissure and gently suck Your balls in, but You get raring with this after only a few indorsement, and pull my mind back to push Your by-now-huge shaft oceanic abyss into my mouth. I move up and down on it, feeling it nudge the back of my throat every time You push a bit far. 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, kick, every last drop curtain ''. 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 understructure to buss me, placing one hand on my very wet, very hot and very, very hornlike kitty. `` I 'm definitely going to have to keep you like this for a patch '', You grin at me. I start to squirm on Your hand, and You put two fingers inside my pussy while Your thumb fret my clit. I grind my coxa stave, but soon ( too soon ! ) You move Your hand away saying, `` I think we 're in for a fun night dear. I imagine you 're going to find this part of the punishment far regretful than any pain inflicted on you by my cane ''. You thrust one digit, hard, up into my ass, and again tease my clitoris with Your quarter round, `` Oh yes, I 'm really going to enjoy this…. ''