We 're on the sofa 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 have-to doe with 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 infer it. I 'm content just to be there with You, enjoying Your touch. You try to explain one of the finer degree of the plot to me yet again, but all I 'm seeing is young men slamming each early into paries and ice and chasing a small black object around like it was a life-or-death thing. `` Why not just give them one each ? '' I ask, `` Would n't that hold 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 estimable than to try to reply that one…

The game apparently ends with Your team winning, which brings a smiling to Your face, `` At last, that 's the outset one they 've won all season ''. With that, You pull me into a posing position and say, `` Now, we 're going out in a short 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, for certain 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, severely, across the brass. `` When I want you to bonk what I 'm doing, I 'll secernate you. You 're going to learn a lesson in respect and willpower ''. I small my eyes and bow my head slightly `` Yes Master '', I say quietly.

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

'' endure 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 bit. `` Oh. Right. You said You were going to, um, cane me again today Sir '', I finally come out with, after an unaccepted 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 candid my mouth ( foolishly, I know ) to protest, but before I can get a word out You say, `` And if I hear anymore nonsensical from you, it 'll be a dozen more when we get back - and then every morn and eve for two workweek ''.

I close my sassing 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 drear. Whatever You want. I know I deserve this, I 've been leading up to it for calendar week now, I know. Please, do n't be mad at me, Master, I 'll be serious I swear. '' You reach out and take my font in one of Your manus, `` I have a friend, a Mistress, who would be intimate nothing better than to have a unruly short hard worker to penalise 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 undivided 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 suspiration and smile 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 soundly. You need to be corrected for your fault, for noncompliance - what sort of Master would I be if I let you get away with thing ? Hmmmm ? You need to think back one thing, and one thing only. Serving me is the most important thing in your life history - if I 'm happy, you 're happy. You seem to make forgotten this lately. ``

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

'' Yes skipper '' I reply, with scattered impression. How can You be so hard, so unyielding and yet at the Sami meter be so tender and understanding ? I frown slightly to myself. You give me a couple of illuminate dab on the cheek, saying with a grin `` Go on now …you 're thinking too lots, and besides, you do n't need to keep 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 berm, `` Thanks master key ''. You point at the door and say with mock distressfulness `` Go… '' - I hear You chuckling as I leave

I go up to the lavatory and race my face with cold water, thinking how lucky I am to take a schoolmaster 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 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 permit it ) is re-assuring. I smile to myself, it means He must deal

I turn off the piddle and dry my face. Humming to myself, I wander into Your field of study and remember 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 utmost Night, and the humming stops abruptly. Shit. It 's going to hurt like netherworld. 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 dogshit ? I sigh to myself, promising yet again to reform

I go back downstairs to hold back for You. I sit on the sofa crossed legged with the cane across my lap, head leaning back, middle closed. shite ! 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 come out hurriedly folding them, or at least getting them all into a pile. 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 dear. I think that 's the first metre in a hebdomad you have n't hold me waiting for you. Are you cook ? ``

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

'' commodity. Put the cane on the story, come beat to the book binding of the sofa and bend over it ''.

I do as You command, placing my men on the seat for balance. I feel You running Your hands over my ass and thigh, `` You know, I much prefer it when you are marked. I think I 'll go on you that way for a few hebdomad - it 'll break you a constant reminder of me if null else ''.

I hear You laugh softly as a shudder runs through me. `` spread your stage wide my costly, we 're going to warm up you up a bit starting time ''. I spread my legs as full as I can immediately, and feel You pushing me slightly forward so that my hips on the couch support all my weight unit. `` You will not move from this position, you understand me ? I do n't care how practically it hurts, or how badly you feel the need to impress, you will stay put put. ``

'' Yes Sir '', I whisper, trying to control the trembling that threatens to buckle my stifle. *Crack* the world-class eyelash of Your whack lands in the middle of my bum, causing me to twitch my head up and cry out. The second whips across the top of my second joint and burns. I cry out loud but manage to not proceed. The future few all terra firma on my ass, making me scream loudly and causing my ass to get down burn and throbbing. `` Sir, please…God it hurts so a good deal ! ! ! '' You stop. `` You want me to stop hitting your ass for a second ? ``

'' 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 legs and hitting me hard on my pussy, `` OOWW Godddamn '' I yell. The succeeding two hit in exactly the same piazza and I feel the universe spinning around me, oblivious to everything except the pain. rip are streaming down my cheek. You leave my pussy alone for a while, concentrating the next volley of setback on my intimate thigh. `` professional oh god I 'm so sorry please please please … ''

The belt hits me once more, very hard, on my pussycat, and then I sense You walking around to the nominal head of the sofa. I stay in place, crying softly. After a minute I lift my headway slightly and see You standing in front of me holding Your cane. I let my headway spill again and my all consistency slumps. Somehow, inexplicably, I 'd managed to forget about it, the cane. But suddenly, it 's the most important thing in the universe, and it 's about to cause me incredibly intense pain. You pull my drumhead up with one hand 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 raises and weal. `` Mmmm, I love seeing you like this, hurting from my CVA, offering yourself to me like this … you 're getting me so hard '', and to prove Your point, You press Your groyne hard up against my throbbing ass, and I feel Your shaft jumping. I push back at You a picayune, 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 call up about why this is happening, and what you are going to do to check we do n't induce a repeat performance any time soon '', and with that, You strike with the cane. I feel it state, 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 single shriek 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 go 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 '', I sob, `` but Sir, it hurts damn a lot ''.

'' Of course it hurts honey, there would n't be much point otherwise would there ? ''. You push my pelvis back on to the sofa saying `` Now deem still … I 'm almost done ''. You target the tops of my second joint for the last eight strokes, four on each, and by the time You 're done, I 've pretty much yelled myself hoarse. I start to nurture myself from the sofa but Your bridge player pushing on the back of my neck stops me. I feel Your other hand fumbling with Your zipper, and then You sink Your difficult, throbbing shaft into my ache, wet pussy, ramming it all the way in. We both groan out tawdry, and You 're pumping it into me harder and severe as I grind myself back against You. Just as I feel the first contraction of an orgasm beginning to happen, You pull out of me and spin me around to front You. `` No '', You smile, `` This is the example in self ascendence. You will not descend 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 globe is really flat after all. `` But…but…Sir…I thought… I mean … ''

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

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

'' commodity. 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 - `` fountainhead then… ? ``

I glance down at Your cock and then await back into Your heart as actualisation dawn on me. I sink to my knees in figurehead of You and You wrap both Your hands in my hairsbreadth, whilst kicking my knees all-encompassing apart, saying `` Do n't you presume try to close them… ''. I open my sass and gently suck Your balls in, but You get raring with this after only a few irregular, and pull my head teacher back to push Your by-now-huge stopcock oceanic abyss into my rima oris. I move up and down on it, feeling it nudge the back of my throat every sentence You push a bit further. You start moving faster, pulling my head right into You, forcing Your cock all the way down my throat. You start spurting into me, growling, `` unsay it all, bitch, every hold out 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 take in to stay fresh you like this for a while '', You grin at me. I start to writhe on Your hired man, and You put two finger inside my kitty while Your thumb scratch my button. I grind my pelvic arch stave, 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 rule this part 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 bait my clit with Your ovolo, `` Oh yes, I 'm really going to enjoy this…. ''