We 're on the sofa watching an ice-hockey match. You 're sitting at one end, and I 'm lying down with my principal in Your lap. You 're absently stroking my hair's-breadth, 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 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 word, something happens that confuses me again so I give up attempting to realise it. I 'm contented just to be there with You, enjoying Your touching. You try to explicate one of the finer points of the game to me yet again, but all I 'm seeing is young men slamming each former into paries and ice and chasing a small blacken object around like it was a life-or-death thing. `` Why not just afford them one each ? '' I ask, `` Would n't that make everyone glad ? ''. 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 reply that one…

The biz apparently ends with Your squad winning, which brings a smile to Your face, `` At in conclusion, that 's the first one they 've won all season ''. With that, You pull me into a seance 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, sure 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, hard, across the face. `` When I want you to know what I 'm doing, I 'll assure you. You 're going to learn a lesson in obedience and self-control ''. I lower my eyes and bow my head slightly `` Yes professional '', I say quietly.

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

'' 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 foresightful instant. `` Oh. right hand. 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 strokes when we got home - it 's now 12 strokes - BEFORE we go out ''. I spread my mouth ( foolishly, 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 eve for two workweek ''.

I close my backtalk 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 punishment is all about. ) `` Sir I 'm grim. Whatever You want. I know I deserve this, I 've been leading up to it for hebdomad now, I know. Please, do n't be mad at me, Master, I 'll be good I swear. '' You reach out and take my face in one of Your hand, `` I have a friend, a fancy woman, who would hump nix better than to have got a disobedient short slave to penalize and amuse 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 single mo 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 rightfulness to be afraid love. But you do know, do n't you, that it 's all for your own good. You need to be corrected for your fault, for disobedience - what sort of sea captain 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 of import thing in your lifespan - if I 'm felicitous, you 're happy. You seem to have forgotten this lately. ``

I nod unhappily at You, knowing everything You say is lawful. You kiss me gently on the forehead and say to me softly, `` Go wash your face, fetch my cane and be back here, set up for me in 20 bit. ``

'' Yes sea captain '' I reply, with put off feelings. How can You be so hard, so dour and yet at the same clip be so attender and read ? I frown slightly to myself. You give me a couple of light tap on the cheek, saying with a smile `` Go on now …you 're thinking too very much, and besides, you do n't want to maintain me waiting do you ? '' I grin at You and jump up quickly, shaking my caput. I look back as I get to the door and scream out over my shoulder joint, `` Thanks Master ''. You point at the room access and say with mock distressfulness `` Go… '' - I hear You chuckling as I leave

I go up to the bathroom and lavation my face with moth-eaten urine, thinking how lucky I am to stimulate a Master 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 grounds 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 brook it ) is re-assuring. I smile to myself, it means He must care

I turn off the pee and dry my typeface. 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 Nox, and the humming stops abruptly. horseshit. It 's going to hurt like sin. 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 turd ? I sigh to myself, promising yet again to reform

I go back downstairs to hold off for You. I sit on the sofa crossed legged with the cane across my lap, head leaning back, middle closed. Shit ! I jump up as if bitten by a Hydra - I guess I should be naked for You. I quickly strip off all my clothes and initiate hurriedly folding them, or at to the lowest degree getting them all into a good deal. I sit back on the couch, with the cane over my legs 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 metre in a week you have n't kept me waiting for you. Are you ready ? ``

I nod my mind vigorously, `` Yes Master, absolutely ''.

'' goodness. Put the cane on the trading floor, come round to the backbone of the sofa and plication over it ''.

I do as You command, placing my handwriting on the seat for proportion. I feel You running Your hired man over my ass and thighs, `` You know, I much prefer it when you are marked. I think I 'll go along you that way for a few weeks - it 'll ease up you a unvarying reminder of me if null else ''.

I hear You laugh softly as a frisson runs through me. `` Spread your legs full my dear, we 're going to warm you up a bit offset ''. I spread my legs as all-inclusive as I can immediately, and feel You pushing me slightly forward so that my rosehip on the couch support all my weight unit. `` You will not move from this position, you understand me ? I do n't care how much it hurts, or how badly you feel the motivation to be active, you will stay put. ``

'' Yes Sir '', I whisper, trying to control the trembling that threatens to buckle my articulatio genus. *Crack* the foremost whip of Your belt lands in the center of my buttocks, causing me to yank my head up and cry out. The second whip across the top of my second joint and burns. I cry out loud but manage to not move. The adjacent few all realm on my ass, making me yell loudly and causing my ass to come out burning and throbbing. `` Sir, please…God it hurts so much ! ! ! '' You stop. `` You want me to stop hitting your ass for a hour ? ``

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

'' Alright then '', You reply, and You kick my legs even further apart. `` Do n't move '', You remind me threateningly. The side by side lash snaps up between my wooden leg and hits me grueling on my cunt, `` OOWW Godddamn '' I yell. The future two hit in exactly the Lapplander place and I feel the population spinning around me, forgetful to everything except the pain. Tears are streaming down my brass. You leave my twat alone for a while, concentrating the following volley of setback on my inside thighs. `` professional oh god I 'm so deplorable please delight delight … ''

The belt hits me once more, very hard, on my cunt, and then I sense You walking around to the front of the sofa. I stay in position, crying softly. After a instant I lift my head slightly and see You standing in front of me holding Your cane. I let my head fall again and my unanimous body economic crisis. Somehow, inexplicably, I 'd managed to draw a blank about it, the cane. But suddenly, it 's the most crucial affair in the world, and it 's about to cause me incredibly acute botheration. You pull my head up with one hand and kiss me farsighted and mystifying, then propel away again with another reminder not to proceed. 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 heavily '', and to prove Your point, You press Your groin hard up against my throbbing ass, and I feel Your putz 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 noncompliance to be dealt with. I want you to mean about why this is happening, and what you are going to do to ensure we do n't have a repeat performance any time soon '', and with that, You strike with the cane. I feel it acres, and then bam ! The pain smasher like a runaway train. `` Oh my god '', I cry out, biting my own wrist to go on from yelling. The next three come so close together that they illicit a single screech from me, and I ca n't terminate my pelvic girdle from coming up off the sofa. 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 master key '', I sob, `` but Sir, it hurts damn often ''.

'' Of class it hurts dearest, there would n't be much point otherwise would there ? ''. You push my articulatio coxae back on to the sofa saying `` Now hold still … I 'm almost done ''. You target the pinnacle of my thigh for the end eight strokes, four on each, and by the prison term You 're done, I 've pretty much yelled myself hoarse. I start to raise myself from the lounge but Your hand pushing on the backbone of my neck stops me. I feel Your other 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 loud, and You 're pumping it into me harder and firmly as I grind myself back against You. Just as I feel the low gear 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 lesson in ego control. You will not descend 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 debate with me about it ? ``

I gulp. `` No, no, of row not passe-partout … ''

'' 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 look back into Your heart as realization dawns on me. I sink to my knee joint in front of You and You wrap both Your mitt in my hairsbreadth, whilst kicking my knees across-the-board apart, saying `` Do n't you dare try to shut them… ''. I loose my mouth and gently suck Your balls in, but You get impatient with this after only a few seconds, and overstretch my head back to advertise Your by-now-huge tool oceanic abyss into my mouth. 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 chief right into You, forcing Your prick all the way down my pharynx. You start spurting into me, growling, `` Swallow it all, squawk, every survive 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 kiss me, placing one hand on my very wet, very hot and very, very horny pussy. `` I 'm definitely going to let to keep 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 ovolo rubs my clit. I grind my hips 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 persona of the punishment far spoilt than any pain in the ass inflicted on you by my cane ''. You thrust one digit, hard, up into my ass, and again card my clit with Your thumb, `` Oh yes, I 'm really going to savour this…. ''