We 're on the sofa watching an ice-hockey friction match. You 're sitting at one end, and I 'm lying down with my head in Your lap. You 're absently stroking my haircloth, and every now and then You reach down and skin senses my ass, rubbing your hired 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 psyche, something happens that confuses me again so I give up attempting to understand it. I 'm message just to be there with You, enjoying Your touch. You try to explain one of the finer dot of the game to me yet again, but all I 'm seeing is young men slamming each former into walls and ice and chasing a small black object around like it was a life-or-death affair. `` Why not just grant them one each ? '' I ask, `` Would n't that shit 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 advantageously than to try to answer that one…

The game apparently ends with Your squad winning, which brings a smiling to Your side, `` At last, that 's the outset one they 've won all season ''. With that, You pull me into a sitting location 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, sure Sir, whatever You say '' I reply, a picayune unsure of what I 'm agreeing to here, `` What are You planning on doing ? '' You slap me once, strong, across the look. `` When I want you to do it what I 'm doing, I 'll tell you. You 're going to learn a lesson in obedience and self-control ''. I lower my eyes and bow my head slightly `` Yes passe-partout '', I say quietly.

'' commodity. Now, what did I call you last night ? ``

'' stopping point dark Sir ? Uh ? ``

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

'' Um, Sir, You … uh '', my idea goes completely blank for a very long minute. `` Oh. rightfulness. 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 throw when we got home - it 's now 12 apoplexy - BEFORE we go out ''. I open my mouthpiece ( unwisely, I know ) to protest, but before I can get a word out You say, `` And if I hear anymore gimcrack from you, it 'll be a 12 more when we get back - and then every morning and even for two hebdomad ''.

I close my mouth with a press stud, resolving to act myself and obey You immediately and without enquiry 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 sorry. Whatever You want. I know I deserve this, I 've been leading up to it for workweek now, I know. Please, do n't be mad at me, master, I 'll be secure I swear. '' You reach out and occupy my face in one of Your hired hand, `` I have a friend, a Mistress, who would love naught better than to feature 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 believe me, you wo n't enjoy a unmarried second 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 sigh 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 misapprehension, for disobedience - what sort of Master would I be if I let you get away with things ? Hmmmm ? You need to remember one thing, and one thing only. Serving me is the most important thing in your life - if I 'm happy, you 're happy. You seem to stimulate forgotten this lately. ``

I nod unhappily at You, knowing everything You say is avowedly. You kiss me gently on the os frontale and say to me softly, `` Go launder your expression, get my cane and be back here, ready for me in 20 minute. ``

'' Yes Master '' I reply, with flurry feelings. How can You be so hard, so dogged and yet at the same time be so tender and understanding ? I frown slightly to myself. You give me a couple of light up tap on the cheek, saying with a smile `` 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 skip up quickly, shaking my head. I look back as I get to the threshold and call out over my shoulder, `` Thanks captain ''. 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 face with dusty water, 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 reasonableness 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 endure it ) is re-assuring. I smile to myself, it means He must worry

I turn off the water and dry my look. 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 sense like on top the welts from last night, and the hum stops abruptly. Shit. It 's going to injure like hell. Why do I have to act 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 shite ? I sigh to myself, promising yet again to reform

I go back downstairs to wait for You. I sit on the sofa crossed legged with the cane across my lap, brain leaning back, optic 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 apparel and come out hurriedly folding them, or at least getting them all into a cumulus. 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, `` well done dear. I think that 's the first sentence in a week you have n't kept me waiting for you. Are you ready ? ``

I nod my headway vigorously, `` Yes lord, absolutely ''.

'' trade good. Put the cane on the trading floor, add up cycle to the back of the sofa and bend over it ''.

I do as You command, placing my hands on the derriere for balance. I feel You running Your helping hand 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 weeks - it 'll establish you a constant reminder of me if zero else ''.

I hear You laugh softly as a frisson runs through me. `` Spread your legs wide my dear, we 're going to warm you up a bit number one ''. I spread my stage as wide as I can immediately, and feel You pushing me slightly forward so that my hips on the sofa supporting all my weight. `` You will not move from this stead, you understand me ? I do n't care how much it hurts, or how badly you feel the need to locomote, you will appease put. ``

'' Yes Sir '', I whisper, trying to hold the quiver that threatens to warp my genu. *Crack* the first lash of Your belt lands in the middle of my buttocks, causing me to hitch my head up and cry out. The s whips across the top of my thigh and burns. I cry out meretricious but manage to not move. The next few all land on my ass, making me yell loudly and causing my ass to start burning and throb. `` Sir, please…God it hurts so practically ! ! ! '' You stop. `` You want me to stop hitting your ass for a minute ? ``

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

'' Alright then '', You reply, and You kick my branch even further apart. `` Do n't move '', You remind me threateningly. The next lash snaps up between my legs and strike me grueling on my pussy, `` OOWW Godddamn '' I yell. The future two hit in exactly the Lapplander billet and I feel the universe spinning around me, oblivious to everything except the pain. crying are streaming down my face. You leave my kitty-cat alone for a while, concentrating the following volley of blows on my privileged thigh. `` Master oh god I 'm so sorry please delight please … ''

The rap hits me once more, very hard, on my pussy, and then I sense You walking around to the nominal head of the sofa. I stay in place, crying softly. After a moment I lift my forefront slightly and see You standing in front of me holding Your cane. I let my top dog fall again and my whole organic structure slumps. Somehow, inexplicably, I 'd managed to forget about it, the cane. But suddenly, it 's the most of import thing in the public, and it 's about to get me incredibly intense pain in the neck. You pull my straits up with one helping hand and kiss me farsighted and deep, then move away again with another admonisher 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 shot, offering yourself to me like this … you 're getting me so hard '', and to try out Your point, You press Your jetty 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 matter 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 guarantee we do n't have a repeat performance any time soon '', and with that, You strike with the cane. I feel it soil, and then bam ! The annoyance hits like a runaway train. `` Oh my god '', I cry out, biting my own articulatio radiocarpea to keep from yelling. The next three come so close together that they illicit a unity howler from me, and I ca n't give up my rose hip from coming up off the lounge. I 'm crying freely now, wondering how I can ever live on another eight cerebrovascular accident. `` 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 course of instruction it hurts dear, there would n't be much point otherwise would there ? ''. You push my pelvic arch back on to the lounge saying `` Now hold still … I 'm almost done ''. You target the tops of my second joint for the hold out eight strokes, four on each, and by the clock time You 're done, I 've pretty practically yelled myself hoarse. I start to raise myself from the sofa but Your helping hand pushing on the back of my neck stops me. I feel Your former manus fumbling with Your zipper, and then You sink Your intemperately, throbbing pecker into my aching, wet pussy, 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 muscular contraction of an orgasm beginning to materialise, 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 do 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 level after all. `` But…but…Sir…I thought… I mean … ''

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

I gulp. `` No, no, of track 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 await back into Your eyes as realization dayspring on me. I sink to my articulatio genus in nominal head of You and You wrap both Your deal in my hair, whilst kicking my knees blanket apart, saying `` Do n't you presume try to close them… ''. I open my oral cavity and gently go down on Your formal in, but You get impatient with this after only a few seconds, and rip my brain back to push Your by-now-huge stopcock deep into my mouth. I move up and down on it, feeling it nudge the rear 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, bitch, every endure dip ''. 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 snog me, placing one deal on my very wet, very hot and very, very steamy twat. `` I 'm definitely going to have to retain you like this for a while '', You grin at me. I start to squirm on Your paw, and You put two finger inside my pussy while Your quarter round chafe my clit. I grind my hips cycle, but soon ( too soon ! ) You move Your hand away saying, `` I think we 're in for a fun night love. I imagine you 're going to find this component part of the punishment far forged than any nuisance inflicted on you by my cane ''. You thrust one finger's breadth, hard, up into my ass, and again tease my clitoris with Your ovolo, `` Oh yes, I 'm really going to bask this…. ''