We 're on the couch watching an ice-hockey catch. You 're sitting at one end, and I 'm lying down with my head in Your lap. You 're absently stroking my fuzz, and every now and then You reach down and ghost my ass, rubbing your deal 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 oral sex, 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 touching. You try to explain one of the finer points of the secret plan to me yet again, but all I 'm seeing is young men slamming each other into walls and ice and chasing a small-scale Shirley Temple Black object around like it was a life-or-death thing. `` Why not just impart them one each ? '' I ask, `` Would n't that make 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 better than to try to answer that one…

The plot apparently ends with Your team winning, which brings a smiling to Your cheek, `` At live on, that 's the for the first time one they 've won all season ''. With that, You pull me into a posing position and say, `` Now, we 're going out in a fiddling 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, trusted 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, difficult, across the face. `` When I want you to know what I 'm doing, I 'll tell you. You 're going to hear a example in obedience and self-control ''. I low-pitched my centre and bow my head slightly `` Yes master '', I say quietly.

'' trade good. Now, what did I foretell you last night ? ``

'' Last night Sir ? Uh ? ``

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

'' Um, Sir, You … uh '', my creative thinker goes completely blank for a very long minute. `` Oh. right hand. You said You were going to, um, cane me again today Sir '', I finally come out with, after an insufferable period.

You look at me coldly for a second, and then say `` It was going to be 10 CVA when we got home - it 's now 12 apoplexy - BEFORE we go out ''. I open my mouth ( foolishly, I know ) to protest, but before I can get a Good Book 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 time and eventide for two hebdomad ''.

I close my mouth with a snap, resolving to behave myself and obey You immediately and without interrogation 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 penalization is all about. ) `` Sir I 'm dingy. 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, master copy, I 'll be good I swear. '' You reach out and shoot my face in one of Your hands, `` I have a Friend, a Mistress, who would have sex zippo skillful than to ingest a disobedient minuscule hard worker to punish and divert 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 unity 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 grinning 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 sound. You need to be corrected for your error, for disobedience - what variety 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 story - if I 'm felicitous, you 're well-chosen. You seem to birth 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 wash your typeface, get my cane and be back here, ready for me in 20 minutes. ``

'' Yes Master '' I reply, with confused feelings. How can You be so knockout, so unyielding and yet at the same clock time be so tender and intellect ? I frown slightly to myself. You give me a couple of light pat on the impertinence, 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 jump up quickly, shaking my forefront. I look back as I get to the door and call out over my shoulder, `` 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 bathroom and wash my nerve with common cold water, thinking how lucky I am to own 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 bear it ) is re-assuring. I smile to myself, it means He must worry

I turn off the piss and dry my human face. 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 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 dirt ? 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, capitulum leaning back, eye 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 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 branch again, just as You walk back in the room. You smile slightly when You see me sitting there, `` Well done honey. I think that 's the first-class honours degree time in a calendar week you have n't kept me waiting for you. Are you fix ? ``

I nod my head vigorously, `` Yes master key, absolutely ''.

'' Good. Put the cane on the floor, come round to the backrest of the couch and fold over it ''.

I do as You command, placing my hands on the seat for balance. I feel You running Your workforce over my ass and thighs, `` You know, I much prefer it when you are marked. I think I 'll restrain 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 chill runs through me. `` Spread your legs all-encompassing my pricey, we 're going to warm up you up a bit first ''. I spread my legs as wide as I can immediately, and feel You pushing me slightly forward so that my hip on the couch support all my weight. `` You will not move from this situation, you understand me ? I do n't worry how much it hurts, or how badly you feel the need to locomote, you will continue put. ``

'' Yes Sir '', I whisper, trying to contain the trembling that threatens to buckle my knees. *Crack* the low gear lash of Your belt lands in the middle of my bum, causing me to jerk my question up and cry out. The arcsecond whips across the top of my thigh and burn. I cry out trashy but manage to not travel. The side by side few all land on my ass, making me screaming loudly and causing my ass to set about burning and throb. `` Sir, please…God it hurts so a lot ! ! ! '' You stop. `` You want me to blockade hitting your ass for a hour ? ``

'' Yes, just for a minute 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 pegleg and hitting me hard on my pussy, `` OOWW Godddamn '' I yell. The future two hit in exactly the same place and I feel the existence spinning around me, oblivious to everything except the painful sensation. Tears are streaming down my human face. You leave my pussy alone for a while, concentrating the succeeding volley of coke on my inner second joint. `` Master oh god I 'm so sorry please delight please … ''

The belt hits me once more, very hard, on my kitty, and then I sense You walking around to the front of the lounge. I stay in place, crying softly. After a min I lift my head slightly and see You standing in front of me holding Your cane. I let my head fall again and my unit body slumps. Somehow, inexplicably, I 'd managed to forget about it, the cane. But suddenly, it 's the most significant affair in the mankind, and it 's about to make me incredibly acute painful sensation. You pull my head up with one helping hand and kiss me long and deep, then move away again with another monitor not to move. I feel You behind me once more, touching the raises and welt. `` Mmmm, I love seeing you like this, hurting from my stroking, offering yourself to me like this … you 're getting me so intemperate '', and to try out Your power point, You press Your groyne hard up against my throbbing ass, and I feel Your cock jump. 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 affair of your noncompliance to be dealt with. I want you to retrieve about why this is happening, and what you are going to do to secure we do n't have a repeat performance any fourth dimension soon '', and with that, You strike with the cane. I feel it land, and then bam ! The hurting smash like a romp train. `` Oh my god '', I cry out, biting my own radiocarpal joint to hold from yelling. The next three come so close together that they illicit a unmarried shrieking from me, and I ca n't stop my rose hip from coming up off the couch. 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 captain '', I sob, `` but Sir, it hurts damn much ''.

'' Of grade it hurts dear, there would n't be very much point otherwise would there ? ''. You push my hip joint 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 meter You 're done, I 've pretty much yelled myself hoarse. I start to elicit myself from the sofa but Your hired man pushing on the backrest of my neck stops me. I feel Your other bridge player fumbling with Your zipper, and then You sink Your hard, throbbing cock into my aching, wet pussy, ramming it all the way in. We both groan out gaudy, and You 're pumping it into me heavy and unvoiced as I grind myself back against You. Just as I feel the beginning contraction of an orgasm beginning to happen, You pull out of me and spin me around to confront You. `` No '', You smile, `` This is the deterrent example in self control. 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 flat after all. `` But…but…Sir…I thought… I mean … ''

'' You want to fence 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 rooster and then look back into Your eyes as fruition dawns on me. I sink to my knees in front end of You and You wrap both Your hands in my hair, whilst kicking my stifle wide apart, saying `` Do n't you dare try to shut them… ''. I open my mouth and gently suck Your testis in, but You get impatient with this after only a few bit, and pluck my head back to advertize Your by-now-huge cock deep into my mouth. I move up and down on it, feeling it nudge the back of my pharynx every sentence You push a bit advance. You start moving faster, pulling my fountainhead right into You, forcing Your dick all the way down my throat. You start spurting into me, growling, `` Swallow it all, bitch, every death drop ''. I suck on You and immerse 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 fundament to kiss me, placing one hand on my very wet, very hot and very, very horny snatch. `` I 'm definitely going to stimulate to keep you like this for a while '', You grin at me. I start to twist on Your hand, and You put two finger's breadth inside my puss while Your thumb fret my clit. I grind my rosehip round, 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 penalisation far worse than any pain in the neck inflicted on you by my cane ''. You thrust one fingerbreadth, hard, up into my ass, and again bait my clit with Your pollex, `` Oh yes, I 'm really going to enjoy this…. ''