We 're on the sofa watching an ice-hockey peer. You 're sitting at one end, and I 'm lying down with my head in Your lap. You 're absently stroking my hair, and every now and then You reach down and touching my ass, rubbing your hired hand over it and occasionally pinching one of the still-fresh welt, 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 mind, 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 signature. 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 object around like it was a life-or-death affair. `` Why not just give them one each ? '' I ask, `` Would n't that draw 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 upright than to try to answer that one…

The secret plan apparently ends with Your team winning, which brings a smile to Your typeface, `` At in conclusion, that 's the first off one they 've won all time of year ''. With that, You pull me into a pose emplacement and say, `` Now, we 're going out in a minuscule 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, sure enough 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, punishing, across the face. `` When I want you to know what I 'm doing, I 'll tell you. You 're going to learn a object lesson in obedience and self-control ''. I gloomy my eyes and bow my head slightly `` Yes Master '', I say quietly.

'' trade good. Now, what did I predict you hold out nighttime ? ``

'' Last nighttime Sir ? Uh ? ``

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

'' Um, Sir, You … uh '', my mind goes completely blank for a very tenacious hour. `` 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 second, and then say `` It was going to be 10 chance event when we got home - it 's now 12 strokes - BEFORE we go out ''. I overt my mouth ( 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 morning and evening for two workweek ''.

I close my mouth with a child's play, resolving to behave myself and obey You immediately and without dubiousness 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 sorry. 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, superior, I 'll be good I swear. '' You reach out and pack my face in one of Your mitt, `` I have a friend, a schoolma'am, who would love nothing expert than to have a disobedient piddling striver to penalise and amuse Herself with. Annoy me again tonight, and I 'll give you to Her for a workweek - and believe me, you wo n't bask a individual indorsement 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 correct to be afraid dear. But you do know, do n't you, that it 's all for your own effective. You need to be corrected for your misunderstanding, for disobedience - what sort of maestro would I be if I let you get away with thing ? Hmmmm ? You need to commend one matter, and one thing only. Serving me is the most important thing in your life - if I 'm happy, you 're happy. You seem to get 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 lap your face, fetch my cane and be back here, ready for me in 20 minutes. ``

'' Yes Master '' I reply, with fuddle touch. How can You be so tough, so tenacious and yet at the same clock time be so tenderize and understand ? I frown slightly to myself. You give me a couple of light taps on the cheek, saying with a smile `` Go on now …you 're thinking too much, and besides, you do n't want to go along me waiting do you ? '' I grin at You and jump up quickly, shaking my brain. I look back as I get to the threshold and name 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 bathroom and washables my look with cold water supply, thinking how favorable 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 tolerate it ) is re-assuring. I smile to myself, it means He must care

I turn off the water and dry my 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 wheal from last Night, and the humming stops abruptly. doodly-squat. It 's going to wound like hell. 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 crap ? 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, head leaning back, eyes closed. tinker's dam ! 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 good deal. I sit back on the sofa, with the cane over my leg again, just as You walk back in the room. You smile slightly when You see me sitting there, `` wellspring done lamb. I think that 's the first off time in a hebdomad you have n't hold back me waiting for you. Are you quick ? ``

I nod my read/write head vigorously, `` Yes headmaster, absolutely ''.

'' commodity. Put the cane on the flooring, come round to the book binding of the couch and turn over it ''.

I do as You command, placing my hand on the tail 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 weeks - it 'll give you a constant reminder of me if nothing else ''.

I hear You laugh softly as a thrill runs through me. `` paste your legs encompassing my costly, we 're going to warm you up a bit first ''. I spread my peg as all-inclusive as I can immediately, and feel You pushing me slightly forward so that my pelvis on the couch support all my weight. `` You will not move from this position, you understand me ? I do n't deal how a lot it hurts, or how badly you feel the penury to move, you will persist put. ``

'' Yes Sir '', I whisper, trying to contain the trembling that threatens to warp my knees. *Crack* the 1st lash of Your bash lands in the middle of my buttocks, causing me to jerk my head up and cry out. The second lash across the top of my thighs and Burns. I cry out loud but manage to not prompt. The next few all land on my ass, making me hollo loudly and causing my ass to depart electrocution 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 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 succeeding lash snaps up between my legs and hits me strong on my kitty-cat, `` OOWW Godddamn '' I yell. The next two hit in exactly the same place and I feel the population spinning around me, oblivious to everything except the pain. Tears are streaming down my nerve. You leave my kitty-cat alone for a spell, concentrating the succeeding volley of reverse on my inner thighs. `` lord oh god I 'm so blue please please please … ''

The smash hits me once more, very hard, on my pussy, and then I sense You walking around to the front line of the sofa. I stay in place, crying softly. After a minute I lift my capitulum slightly and see You standing in strawman of me holding Your cane. I let my head drop again and my whole body slumps. Somehow, inexplicably, I 'd managed to bury about it, the cane. But suddenly, it 's the most important thing in the creation, and it 's about to cause me incredibly intense botheration. You pull my headway up with one manus and osculate me long and deep, then move away again with another reminder 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 strokes, offering yourself to me like this … you 're getting me so difficult '', and to prove Your point, You press Your groin 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 issue of your noncompliance to be dealt with. I want you to recall about why this is happening, and what you are going to do to control we do n't have a repetition performance any time soon '', and with that, You strike with the cane. I feel it land, and then bam ! The bother hit like a runaway gear. `` 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 1 thigh-slapper from me, and I ca n't blockade my hips from coming up off the sofa. I 'm crying freely now, wondering how I can ever survive 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 captain '', I sob, `` but Sir, it hurts damn much ''.

'' Of course of instruction it hurts dear, there would n't be practically point otherwise would there ? ''. You push my hips back on to the sofa saying `` Now harbour still … I 'm almost done ''. You target the tops of my thighs for the last eight strokes, four on each, and by the clock time You 're done, I 've pretty a good deal yelled myself hoarse. I start to raise myself from the sofa but Your hand pushing on the rear of my neck opening stops me. I feel Your other hired hand fumbling with Your slide fastener, and then You sink Your voiceless, throbbing cock into my aching, wet cunt, ramming it all the way in. We both groan out loudly, and You 're pumping it into me voiceless and laborious as I grind myself back against You. Just as I feel the low contraction of an orgasm beginning to happen, You pull out of me and reel me around to present You. `` No '', You smile, `` This is the lesson in ego control. You will not arrive until I allow you to - and I 'm not going to let you. Not this night 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 argue with me about it ? ``

I gulp. `` No, no, of course not master key … ''

'' Good. There is, however, no grounds 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 calculate back into Your eyes as realization dawns on me. I sink to my knees in front end of You and You wrap both Your hands in my pilus, whilst kicking my human knee wide apart, saying `` Do n't you defy try to shut down them… ''. I spread my mouth and gently go down on Your balls in, but You get impatient with this after only a few seconds, and pull my principal back to push Your by-now-huge turncock deep into my mouth. I move up and down on it, feeling it nudge the binding of my pharynx every sentence You push a bit further. You start moving faster, pulling my school principal right into You, forcing Your cock all the way down my throat. You start spurting into me, growling, `` live with it all, cunt, every live driblet ''. I suck on You and eat 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 fundament to buss me, placing one handwriting on my very wet, very hot and very, very steamy snatch. `` I 'm definitely going to have to hold on you like this for a spell '', You grin at me. I start to squirm on Your mitt, and You put two finger inside my twat while Your thumb scratch my clit. I grind my hips bout, but soon ( too soon ! ) You move Your handwriting away saying, `` I think we 're in for a fun dark dear. I imagine you 're going to get hold this region of the penalization far risky than any painful sensation inflicted on you by my cane ''. You thrust one finger, hard, up into my ass, and again tease my clit with Your thumb, `` Oh yes, I 'm really going to enjoy this…. ''