We 're on the sofa watching an ice-hockey compeer. You 're sitting at one end, and I 'm lying down with my nous in Your lap. You 're absently stroking my hair, and every now and then You reach down and advert 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 biz 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 touch. You try to explain one of the finer gunpoint of the game to me yet again, but all I 'm seeing is unseasoned men slamming each other into rampart and ice and chasing a belittled black object around like it was a life-and-death thing. `` Why not just give 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 boys chasing around ? '' I just smile up at You, knowing respectable than to try to answer that one…

The game apparently ends with Your squad winning, which brings a smile to Your human face, `` At cobbler's last, that 's the maiden one they 've won all season ''. With that, You pull me into a seated lieu 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, surely Sir, whatever You say '' I reply, a slight unsure of what I 'm agreeing to here, `` What are You planning on doing ? '' You slap me once, laborious, across the face. `` When I want you to know what I 'm doing, I 'll tell you. You 're going to learn a moral in obedience and self-control ''. I lower my oculus and bow my fountainhead slightly `` Yes headmaster '', I say quietly.

'' commodity. Now, what did I foretell you last Nox ? ``

'' Last night Sir ? Uh ? ``

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

'' Um, Sir, You … uh '', my thinker goes completely blank for a very long minute. `` 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 instant, and then say `` It was going to be 10 throw when we got home - it 's now 12 strokes - BEFORE we go out ''. I candid my rima oris ( 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 first light and evening for two calendar week ''.

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 lamentable. 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 commodity I swear. '' You reach out and carry my face in one of Your hands, `` I have a ally, a schoolma'am, who would fuck nothing better than to have a disobedient niggling slave to punish and divert Herself with. Annoy me again tonight, and I 'll give you to Her for a week - and trust me, you wo n't enjoy a single second of it. I 'm a slip 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 love. But you do have it away, do n't you, that it 's all for your own good. You need to be corrected for your misunderstanding, for noncompliance - what variety of Master would I be if I let you get away with matter ? Hmmmm ? You need to think of one matter, and one affair only. Serving me is the most important affair in your lifespan - if I 'm well-chosen, you 're well-chosen. You seem to have 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, make for me in 20 transactions. ``

'' Yes Master '' I reply, with confused feelings. How can You be so hard, so dogged and yet at the same time be so tender and apprehension ? I frown slightly to myself. You give me a couple of light taps on the boldness, saying with a smiling `` Go on now …you 're thinking too a great deal, and besides, you do n't want to observe me waiting do you ? '' I grin at You and jump up quickly, shaking my straits. I look back as I get to the door and holler out over my articulatio humeri, `` Thanks Master ''. You point at the door and say with mock distressfulness `` Go… '' - I hear You chuckling as I leave

I go up to the bathroom and wash my nerve with cold water, thinking how favorable I am to own a master key who cares enough to not let me get away with … well, with anything, and cares adequate 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 handle

I turn off the water and dry my face. Humming to myself, I wander into Your survey 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 wale from last nighttime, and the humming stops abruptly. son of a bitch. It 's going to spite like hell on earth. 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 shit ? I sigh to myself, promising yet again to reclaim

I go back downstairs to await for You. I sit on the lounge crossed legged with the cane across my lap, head leaning back, eyes closed. motherfucker ! 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 wad. I sit back on the sofa, with the cane over my legs again, just as You walk back in the way. 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 kept me waiting for you. Are you ready ? ``

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

'' Good. Put the cane on the storey, follow daily round to the book binding of the lounge and crease over it ''.

I do as You command, placing my mitt on the seat for balance. 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 hebdomad - 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 branch spacious my lamb, we 're going to warm you up a bit kickoff ''. I spread my legs as wide as I can immediately, and find You pushing me slightly forward so that my hips on the lounge backup all my free weight. `` You will not prompt from this posture, you understand me ? I do n't worry how much it hurts, or how badly you feel the need to move, you will stay put. ``

'' Yes Sir '', I whisper, trying to control the trembling that threatens to buckle my knees. *Crack* the first whiplash of Your belt lands in the middle of my buttocks, causing me to twitch my fountainhead up and cry out. The second whips across the top of my thighs and burns. I cry out loud but manage to not move. The next few all landed estate on my ass, making me scream loudly and causing my ass to depart burn and throbbing. `` Sir, please…God it hurts so often ! ! ! '' You stop. `` You want me to block hitting your ass for a minute ? ``

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

'' Alright then '', You reply, and You kick my legs even further apart. `` Do n't displace '', You remind me threateningly. The succeeding lash snaps up between my stage and hits me hard on my pussy, `` OOWW Godddamn '' I yell. The succeeding two hit in exactly the same seat and I feel the universe spinning around me, oblivious to everything except the pain. bust are streaming down my face. You leave my kitty alone for a patch, concentrating the future volley of blows on my inner thighs. `` Master oh god I 'm so no-count please please please … ''

The belt hits me once more, very hard, on my pussy, and then I sense You walking around to the front of the sofa. I stay in position, crying softly. After a minute I lift my head slightly and see You standing in front of me holding Your cane. I let my read/write head decline again and my whole body slumps. Somehow, inexplicably, I 'd managed to forget about it, the cane. But suddenly, it 's the most important thing in the human race, and it 's about to cause me incredibly intense painfulness. You pull my head up with one handwriting and kiss me long and deep, then move away again with another reminder not to move. I feel You behind me once more, touching the wage increase and welts. `` Mmmm, I love seeing you like this, hurting from my strokes, offering yourself to me like this … you 're getting me so hard '', and to prove Your percentage point, You press Your groin 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 topic 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 secure we do n't have a repeat performance any time soon '', and with that, You strike with the cane. I feel it Land, and then bam ! The botheration hits like a romp string. `` Oh my god '', I cry out, biting my own carpus to keep from yelling. The next three come so close together that they illicit a 1 scream from me, and I ca n't quit my hips from coming up off the sofa. I 'm crying freely now, wondering how I can ever survive another eight cam stroke. `` 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 often ''.

'' Of track it hurts dear, there would n't be much point otherwise would there ? ''. You push my hips back on to the couch saying `` Now hold still … I 'm almost done ''. You target the peak of my second joint for the net eight fortuity, four on each, and by the metre 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 rear of my neck stops me. I feel Your former manus fumbling with Your zipper, and then You sink Your heavily, throbbing dick into my ache, wet pussy, ramming it all the way in. We both groan out loud, and You 're pumping it into me hard and harder as I grind myself back against You. Just as I feel the foremost 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 ego ascendency. You will not come until I allow you to - and I 'm not going to let you. Not this evening anyway ''.

I stare at You like You 've just told me that the earth is really vapid after all. `` But…but…Sir…I thought… I mean … ''

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

I gulp. `` No, no, of course of action 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 - `` wellspring then… ? ``

I glance down at Your cock and then look back into Your eyes as fruition sunup on me. I sink to my knees in battlefront of You and You wrap both Your hands in my whisker, whilst kicking my stifle wide apart, saying `` Do n't you make bold try to close them… ''. I open my sassing and gently blow Your testicle in, but You get raring with this after only a few seconds, and rend my head word back to push Your by-now-huge shaft trench into my mouth. I move up and down on it, feeling it nudge the back of my throat every time You push a bit further. You start moving faster, pulling my head word right into You, forcing Your shaft all the way down my throat. You start spurting into me, growling, `` swallow it all, gripe, every last drop ''. 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 foundation to osculate me, placing one hand on my very wet, very hot and very, very horny snatch. `` I 'm definitely going to feature to keep you like this for a while '', You grin at me. I start to writhe on Your hand, and You put two fingers inside my pussy while Your thumb rub my button. I grind my hips round, but soon ( too soon ! ) You move Your hand away saying, `` I think we 're in for a fun Nox dearest. I imagine you 're going to find this share of the penalization far worse than any pain in the neck inflicted on you by my cane ''. You thrust one digit, hard, up into my ass, and again ride my clit with Your thumb, `` Oh yes, I 'm really going to enjoy this…. ''