We 're on the sofa watching an ice-hockey mates. You 're sitting at one end, and I 'm lying down with my headspring in Your lap. You 're absently stroking my hair, 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 pass, something happens that confuses me again so I give up attempting to sympathize it. I 'm cognitive content just to be there with You, enjoying Your touch. You try to explain one of the finer points of the game to me yet again, but all I 'm seeing is young men slamming each other into walls and ice and chasing a small black aim around like it was a life-or-death thing. `` Why not just devote them one each ? '' I ask, `` Would n't that score everyone felicitous ? ''. 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 better than to try to respond that one…

The game apparently ends with Your team winning, which brings a grin to Your brass, `` At last, that 's the first one they 've won all time of year ''. With that, You pull me into a sitting position and say, `` Now, we 're going out in a small 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, indisputable 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, intemperate, across the face. `` When I want you to cognize what I 'm doing, I 'll separate you. You 're going to read a deterrent example in obedience and self-control ''. I lower my oculus and bow my head slightly `` Yes Master '', I say quietly.

'' Good. Now, what did I prognosticate you concluding night ? ``

'' lowest night Sir ? Uh ? ``

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

'' Um, Sir, You … uh '', my mind goes completely blank for a very long minute. `` Oh. right. You said You were going to, um, lambaste 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 strokes when we got home - it 's now 12 fortuity - BEFORE we go out ''. I undetermined my mouth ( foolishly, I know ) to protest, but before I can get a watchword out You say, `` And if I hear anymore nonsense from you, it 'll be a dozen more when we get back - and then every daybreak and evening for two weeks ''.

I close my sassing with a gingersnap, resolving to behave 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 penalization is all about. ) `` Sir I 'm drear. 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 near I swear. '' You reach out and consider my face in one of Your men, `` I have a booster, a mistress, who would enjoy zero secure than to have a disobedient fiddling slave to punish and amuse Herself with. Annoy me again tonight, and I 'll cave in you to Her for a week - and believe me, you wo n't love a ace sec of it. I 'm a chemise bear compared to what She 'll do to you… ''

I stare at You and nod silently, not trusting myself to speak at all. You suspire and smile tenderly at me, `` You are justly to be afraid beloved. But you do know, do n't you, that it 's all for your own good. You need to be corrected for your mistakes, for disobedience - what sort of superior would I be if I let you get away with affair ? Hmmmm ? You need to recollect one thing, and one thing only. Serving me is the most significant thing in your sprightliness - if I 'm well-chosen, you 're happy. You seem to induce forgotten this lately. ``

I nod unhappily at You, knowing everything You say is true. You kiss me gently on the os frontale and say to me softly, `` Go wash your face, bring my cane and be back here, ready for me in 20 transactions. ``

'' Yes Master '' I reply, with scattered feelings. How can You be so strong, so persistent and yet at the Lapplander prison term be so warm and sympathize ? I frown slightly to myself. You give me a pair of light water faucet on the brass, saying with a smile `` Go on now …you 're thinking too very much, and besides, you do n't need to continue me waiting do you ? '' I grin at You and jump up quickly, shaking my head. I look back as I get to the door and call out over my shoulder, `` Thanks Master ''. You point at the door and say with mock serious-mindedness `` Go… '' - I hear You chuckling as I leave

I go up to the can and wash my facial expression with moth-eaten water system, thinking how lucky I am to sustain a master copy who cares enough to not let me get away with … well, with anything, and cares decent 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 digest it ) is re-assuring. I smile to myself, it means He must manage

I turn off the urine and dry my brass. Humming to myself, I wander into Your report 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 weal from final night, and the humming stops abruptly. mother fucker. It 's going to ache like nether region. Why do I have to bear 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 crap ? I sigh to myself, promising yet again to reform

I go back downstairs to wait for You. I sit on the lounge crossed legged with the cane across my lap, headspring 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 clothes and protrude hurriedly folding them, or at least getting them all into a heap. I sit back on the couch, with the cane over my pegleg 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 clock time in a week you have n't keep me waiting for you. Are you ready ? ``

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

'' trade good. Put the cane on the story, derive round to the binding of the sofa and bend over it ''.

I do as You command, placing my manus on the behind for correspondence. 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 weeks - it 'll give you a constant monitor of me if nothing else ''.

I hear You laugh softly as a tingle runs through me. `` Spread your legs wide my dear, 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 sofa support all my weighting. `` You will not move from this location, you understand me ? I do n't care how much it hurts, or how badly you feel the need to move, you will appease put. ``

'' Yes Sir '', I whisper, trying to assure the trembling that threatens to buckle my knee joint. *Crack* the first lash of Your belted ammunition lands in the middle of my buttocks, causing me to jerk my head word up and cry out. The second base lash across the top of my thigh and sunburn. I cry out loud but manage to not be active. The following few all nation on my ass, making me screaming loudly and causing my ass to start combustion and throbbing. `` Sir, please…God it hurts so much ! ! ! '' You stop. `` You want me to stop over hitting your ass for a minute ? ``

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

'' Alright then '', You reply, and You kick my legs even further apart. `` Do n't move '', You remind me threateningly. The next cilium snaps up between my branch and hitting me backbreaking on my pussy, `` OOWW Godddamn '' I yell. The next two hit in exactly the like home and I feel the cosmos spinning around me, oblivious to everything except the pain. bout are streaming down my boldness. You leave my puss alone for a while, concentrating the next volley of blows on my privileged thighs. `` Master oh god I 'm so gloomy 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 place, crying softly. After a minute I lift my oral sex slightly and see You standing in front of me holding Your cane. I let my head fall again and my whole body slumps. Somehow, inexplicably, I 'd managed to draw a blank about it, the cane. But suddenly, it 's the most important thing in the world, and it 's about to cause me incredibly vivid painfulness. You pull my mind up with one hand and snog me long and cryptical, then move away again with another admonisher not to move. I feel You behind me once more, touching the raises and wale. `` 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 turn out Your percentage point, You press Your breakwater hard up against my throbbing ass, and I feel Your tool 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 intend about why this is happening, and what you are going to do to insure we do n't have a repeat public presentation any clock time soon '', and with that, You strike with the cane. I feel it estate, and then bam ! The pain hits like a runaway train. `` Oh my god '', I cry out, biting my own wrist to keep from yelling. The next three come so close together that they illicit a undivided scream from me, and I ca n't stop my hips from coming up off the sofa. I 'm crying freely now, wondering how I can ever survive another eight CVA. `` Shhh… '' You whisper into my ear. `` You know this is what you deserve, what you need do n't you ? ``.

'' Y-y-yes overlord '', I sob, `` but Sir, it hurts damn a lot ''.

'' Of class it hurts dear, there would n't be much head otherwise would there ? ''. You push my pelvic arch back on to the sofa saying `` Now apply still … I 'm almost done ''. You target the summit of my second joint for the last eight shot, four on each, and by the time You 're done, I 've pretty a great deal yelled myself hoarse. I start to raise myself from the couch but Your manus pushing on the back of my neck stops me. I feel Your early hand fumbling with Your zipper, and then You sink Your severely, throbbing cock into my aching, wet pussy, ramming it all the way in. We both groan out cheap, and You 're pumping it into me harder and operose as I grind myself back against You. Just as I feel the start contraction of an orgasm beginning to find, You pull out of me and spin me around to face You. `` No '', You smile, `` This is the lesson in self ascendance. You will not total 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 terra firma is really monotonic after all. `` But…but…Sir…I thought… I mean … ''

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

I gulp. `` No, no, of course of action not Master … ''

'' Good. There is, however, no ground 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 turncock and then look back into Your center as realization sunrise on me. I sink to my genu in forepart of You and You wrap both Your mitt in my hair, whilst kicking my knees wide apart, saying `` Do n't you defy try to close them… ''. I loose my mouth and gently fellate Your egg in, but You get impatient with this after only a few s, and pull my head back to push Your by-now-huge pecker 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 advance. You start moving faster, pulling my head right into You, forcing Your turncock all the way down my pharynx. You start spurting into me, growling, `` Swallow it all, bitch, every last drop ''. I suck on You and unsay 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 kiss me, placing one handwriting on my very wet, very hot and very, very ruttish pussy. `` I 'm definitely going to have to preserve you like this for a while '', You grin at me. I start to squirm on Your hand, and You put two fingers inside my pussy while Your thumb rubs my clit. I grind my hips rhythm, 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 observe this office of the punishment far worse than any pain inflicted on you by my cane ''. You thrust one finger, hard, up into my ass, and again tease my clitoris with Your quarter round, `` Oh yes, I 'm really going to revel this…. ''