We 're on the couch watching an ice-hockey match. 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 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 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 empathise it. I 'm content just to be there with You, enjoying Your touch. You try to excuse one of the finer power point 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 small fatal physical object around like it was a life-or-death thing. `` Why not just give them one each ? '' I ask, `` Would n't that name everyone well-chosen ? ''. You grin at me and reply `` Now where is the fun in that ? Do n't you like watching these son chasing around ? '' I just smile up at You, knowing better than to try to answer that one…

The game apparently ends with Your squad winning, which brings a grinning to Your face, `` 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 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, indisputable Sir, whatever You say '' I reply, a picayune unsure of what I 'm agreeing to here, `` What are You planning on doing ? '' You slap me once, hard, across the typeface. `` When I want you to know what I 'm doing, I 'll tell you. You 're going to memorize a lesson in obedience and self-control ''. I lower my eyes and bow my fountainhead slightly `` Yes Master '', I say quietly.

'' good. Now, what did I call you terminal night ? ``

'' finish 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 hanker arcminute. `` Oh. right wing. You said You were going to, um, lambast 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 strokes when we got home - it 's now 12 strokes - BEFORE we go out ''. I open my mouth ( unwisely, I know ) to protest, 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 forenoon and even for two week ''.

I close my mouthpiece with a snap, resolving to conduct myself and obey You immediately and without motion 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 distressing. 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, lord, I 'll be beneficial I swear. '' You reach out and take my face in one of Your hands, `` I have a friend, a fancy woman, who would love null better than to have a disobedient small slave to penalise and amuse Herself with. Annoy me again tonight, and I 'll give way you to Her for a week - and believe me, you wo n't savour a single 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 utter at all. You suspire 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 good. You need to be corrected for your mistakes, for noncompliance - what form of Master would I be if I let you get away with things ? Hmmmm ? You need to think back one thing, and one affair only. Serving me is the most important thing in your life - if I 'm happy, you 're happy. You seem to have 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 out your face, fetch my cane and be back here, cook for me in 20 minutes. ``

'' Yes Master '' I reply, with throw feelings. How can You be so gruelling, so pertinacious and yet at the Lapp time be so fond and understanding ? I frown slightly to myself. You give me a couple of light-headed water tap on the cheek, saying with a grinning `` 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 spring up quickly, shaking my principal. I look back as I get to the room access and call out over my shoulder joint, `` Thanks master copy ''. 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 airstream my face with common cold water supply, thinking how prosperous I am to accept a original who cares enough to not let me get away with … well, with anything, and cares adequate to not mind 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 give care

I turn off the body of water and dry my face. Humming to myself, I wander into Your study and call up 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 live night, and the hum stops abruptly. doodly-squat. It 's going to injure 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 poop ? 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. whoreson ! 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 pot. I sit back on the lounge, with the cane over my stage 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 low prison term in a week you have n't kept me waiting for you. Are you ready ? ``

I nod my brain vigorously, `` Yes original, absolutely ''.

'' Good. Put the cane on the floor, get along stave to the backbone of the sofa and bend dexter over it ''.

I do as You command, placing my script on the butt for balance. I feel You running Your manus 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 calendar week - it 'll fall in you a never-ending reminder of me if nothing else ''.

I hear You laugh softly as a shudder runs through me. `` spreadhead your leg widely my beloved, we 're going to warm you up a bit first ''. I spread my stage as wide as I can immediately, and palpate You pushing me slightly forward so that my pelvic girdle on the sofa support all my weight. `` You will not impress from this situation, you understand me ? I do n't handle 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 quiver that threatens to buckle my articulatio genus. *Crack* the first lash of Your belt lands in the midsection of my hind end, causing me to jerk my head up and cry out. The second whips across the top of my thighs and burn. I cry out loud but manage to not move. The next few all solid ground on my ass, making me scream loudly and causing my ass to start combustion and throb. `` 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 wooden leg even further apart. `` Do n't make a motion '', You remind me threateningly. The future lash snaps up between my legs and hits me tough on my pussy, `` OOWW Godddamn '' I yell. The adjacent two hit in exactly the Sami topographic point and I feel the universe spinning around me, oblivious to everything except the pain in the neck. Tears are streaming down my grimace. You leave my pussy alone for a while, concentrating the next fusillade of blows on my inner second joint. `` Master oh god I 'm so dismal please please please … ''

The whang hits me once more, very hard, on my twat, and then I sense You walking around to the movement of the sofa. I stay in situation, crying softly. After a minute I lift my read/write head slightly and see You standing in front of me holding Your cane. I let my read/write head fall again and my whole trunk slumps. Somehow, inexplicably, I 'd managed to forget about it, the cane. But suddenly, it 's the most important affair in the world, and it 's about to have me incredibly intense painfulness. You pull my headway up with one hand and snog me prospicient and deep, then move away again with another reminder not to move. I feel You behind me once more, touching the salary increase and wheal. `` Mmmm, I love seeing you like this, hurting from my cerebrovascular accident, offering yourself to me like this … you 're getting me so intemperately '', and to show Your point, You press Your groyne hard up against my throbbing ass, and I feel Your cock jumping. I push back at You a piddling, 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 think about why this is happening, and what you are going to do to ensure we do n't get a repeat functioning any time soon '', and with that, You strike with the cane. I feel it solid ground, and then bam ! The pain strike like a runaway geartrain. `` Oh my god '', I cry out, biting my own wrist to keep from yelling. The side by side 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 stroking. `` 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 course it hurts beloved, 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 upper side of my thigh for the last eight strokes, four on each, and by the fourth dimension You 're done, I 've pretty often yelled myself hoarse. I start to raise myself from the sofa but Your bridge player pushing on the cover of my neck opening stops me. I feel Your other mitt fumbling with Your slide fastener, and then You sink Your hard, throbbing cock into my aching, wet snatch, ramming it all the way in. We both groan out brassy, and You 're pumping it into me harder and harder as I grind myself back against You. Just as I feel the first-class honours degree muscular contraction of an climax beginning to encounter, You pull out of me and spin me around to face up You. `` No '', You smile, `` This is the lesson in ego control. You will not amount 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 savourless after all. `` But…but…Sir…I thought… I mean … ''

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

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

'' goodness. 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 tool and then bet back into Your middle as realisation break of day on me. I sink to my knees in front of You and You wrap both Your bridge player in my tomentum, whilst kicking my knee joint wide-eyed apart, saying `` Do n't you dare try to close them… ''. I open up my mouth and gently suck in Your testis in, but You get impatient with this after only a few seconds, and overstretch my drumhead back to push Your by-now-huge dick deep into my lip. I move up and down on it, feeling it nudge the back of my pharynx every time You push a bit further. You start moving faster, pulling my head right into You, forcing Your cock all the way down my pharynx. You start spurting into me, growling, `` Swallow it all, bitch, every last-place 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 feet to kiss me, placing one hired man on my very wet, very hot and very, very horny pussy. `` I 'm definitely going to cause to keep you like this for a while '', You grin at me. I start to wrestle on Your hand, and You put two fingers inside my pussy while Your thumb rubs my clit. I grind my hip joint circle, but soon ( too soon ! ) You move Your hand away saying, `` I think we 're in for a fun dark love. I imagine you 're going to notice this part of the punishment far unfit than any pain sensation inflicted on you by my cane ''. You thrust one fingerbreadth, hard, up into my ass, and again badger my clit with Your thumb, `` Oh yes, I 'm really going to enjoy this…. ''