We 're on the sofa watching an ice-hockey equal. 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 impact 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 read it. I 'm subject matter just to be there with You, enjoying Your touch. You try to explain one of the finer peak of the biz to me yet again, but all I 'm seeing is young men slamming each other into walls and ice and chasing a diminished fateful 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 answer `` Now where is the fun in that ? Do n't you like watching these son chasing around ? '' I just smile up at You, knowing upright than to try to suffice that one…

The game apparently ends with Your team winning, which brings a grin to Your font, `` At last, that 's the first one they 've won all season ''. With that, You pull me into a sitting attitude and say, `` Now, we 're going out in a short 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, certain Sir, whatever You say '' I reply, a piffling 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 learn a lesson in obeisance and will power ''. I miserable my eyes and bow my head slightly `` Yes sea captain '', I say quietly.

'' Good. Now, what did I predict you last-place night ? ``

'' finale Nox Sir ? Uh ? ``

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

'' Um, Sir, You … uh '', my head goes completely space for a very long second. `` 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 irregular, and then say `` It was going to be 10 strokes when we got home - it 's now 12 CVA - BEFORE we go out ''. I exposed my mouth ( foolishly, I know ) to protest, but before I can get a password 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 weeks ''.

I close my mouthpiece with a grab, 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 sorry. 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 thoroughly I swear. '' You reach out and take my look in one of Your mitt, `` I have a friend, a Mistress, who would love nil unspoilt than to have a unruly little striver to penalize and divert Herself with. Annoy me again tonight, and I 'll cave in you to Her for a week - and believe me, you wo n't relish a single bit 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 smiling tenderly at me, `` You are right to be afraid honey. 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 kind 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 of import matter in your life sentence - if I 'm well-chosen, you 're happy. You seem to feature 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 face, fetch my cane and be back here, fix for me in 20 transactions. ``

'' Yes professional '' I reply, with confused intuitive feeling. How can You be so hard, so unyielding and yet at the same time be so attendant and read ? I frown slightly to myself. You give me a duet of light taps on the cheek, saying with a grinning `` Go on now …you 're thinking too much, and besides, you do n't want to go on me waiting do you ? '' I grin at You and skip over up quickly, shaking my head. I look back as I get to the room access and call out over my shoulder, `` Thanks Master ''. 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 cold water, thinking how golden I am to have a Master who cares enough to not let me get away with … well, with anything, and cares enough to not mind 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 pee and dry my typeface. 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 last night, and the humming stops abruptly. Shit. It 's going to hurt like hell. Why do I have to carry 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 crap ? I sigh to myself, promising yet again to regenerate

I go back downstairs to wait for You. I sit on the sofa crossed legged with the cane across my lap, read/write head leaning back, eyes closed. Shit ! 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 to the lowest degree getting them all into a spile. I sit back on the sofa, with the cane over my stage again, just as You walk back in the elbow room. You smile slightly when You see me sitting there, `` Well done dear. I think that 's the first time in a week you have n't sustain me waiting for you. Are you gear up ? ``

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

'' Good. Put the cane on the trading floor, come round to the book binding of the sofa and bend dexter over it ''.

I do as You command, placing my hands on the rump for equalizer. I feel You running Your mitt over my ass and thighs, `` You know, I much prefer it when you are marked. I think I 'll sustain you that way for a few week - it 'll yield you a never-ending monitor of me if nothing else ''.

I hear You laugh softly as a shudder runs through me. `` Spread your legs across-the-board my affectionately, 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 hip on the sofa living all my weight. `` You will not move from this position, you understand me ? I do n't care how a lot it hurts, or how badly you feel the need to displace, you will stay put. ``

'' Yes Sir '', I whisper, trying to contain the quivering that threatens to buckle my stifle. *Crack* the first lash of Your belt ammunition lands in the middle of my behind, causing me to buck my head up and cry out. The second whiplash across the top of my thigh and sunburn. I cry out loud but manage to not move. The next few all land on my ass, making me shout loudly and causing my ass to start burning and pounding. `` Sir, please…God it hurts so much ! ! ! '' 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 leg even further apart. `` Do n't move '', You remind me threateningly. The next lash snaps up between my legs and collision me firmly on my puss, `` OOWW Godddamn '' I yell. The adjacent two hit in exactly the Same billet and I feel the universe spinning around me, unmindful to everything except the pain. Tears are streaming down my face. You leave my puss alone for a spell, concentrating the next salvo of blast on my intimate thighs. `` Master oh god I 'm so sorry please please please … ''

The belt hits me once more, very hard, on my pussycat, and then I sense You walking around to the forepart of the sofa. I stay in place, crying softly. After a moment I lift my head slightly and see You standing in nominal head of me holding Your cane. I let my mind crepuscule again and my whole body slumps. Somehow, inexplicably, I 'd managed to forget about it, the cane. But suddenly, it 's the most of import thing in the earth, and it 's about to stimulate me incredibly intense pain. You pull my brain up with one handwriting and kiss me recollective and bass, then move away again with another reminder not to impress. I feel You behind me once more, touching the raises and welts. `` Mmmm, I love seeing you like this, hurting from my stroking, offering yourself to me like this … you 're getting me so hard '', and to prove Your point, You press Your inguen hard up against my throbbing ass, and I feel Your cock jump. I push back at You a slight, 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 ensure we do n't induce a repeat public presentation any fourth dimension soon '', and with that, You strike with the cane. I feel it Din Land, and then bam ! The infliction hits like a blowout railroad train. `` Oh my god '', I cry out, biting my own wrist to keep from yelling. The following three come so close together that they illicit a unmarried scream from me, and I ca n't stop my rose hip from coming up off the sofa. 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 Master '', I sob, `` but Sir, it hurts damn much ''.

'' Of line it hurts dear, there would n't be much detail otherwise would there ? ''. You push my articulatio coxae back on to the sofa saying `` Now hold still … I 'm almost done ''. You target the tops of my thighs for the last eight strokes, four on each, and by the time You 're done, I 've pretty a great deal yelled myself hoarse. I start to arouse 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, and then You sink Your hard, throbbing tool into my aching, wet snatch, 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 contraction of an climax beginning to happen, You pull out of me and spin me around to look You. `` No '', You smile, `` This is the lesson in ego dominance. You will not come 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 appear back into Your oculus 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 all-encompassing apart, saying `` Do n't you presume try to conclude them… ''. I open my sassing and gently suck Your bollock in, but You get raring with this after only a few indorsement, and pull in my headland back to promote Your by-now-huge dick deep into my mouth. I move up and down on it, feeling it nudge the vertebral column of my throat every time You push a bit advance. You start moving faster, pulling my top dog right into You, forcing Your dick all the way down my throat. You start spurting into me, growling, `` Swallow it all, bitch, every last drop ''. I suck on You and swallow up 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 hand on my very wet, very hot and very, very horny pussy. `` I 'm definitely going to have to go on you like this for a spell '', 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 button. I grind my articulatio coxae round of drinks, 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 see this parting of the punishment far worse than any painful sensation inflicted on you by my cane ''. You thrust one finger's breadth, hard, up into my ass, and again beleaguer my clit with Your thumb, `` Oh yes, I 'm really going to revel this…. ''