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 fuzz, 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 plot to me, but as soon as I think I 've got it straight in my question, something happens that confuses me again so I give up attempting to understand it. I 'm depicted object just to be there with You, enjoying Your sense of touch. You try to excuse one of the finer points of the secret plan to me yet again, but all I 'm seeing is young men slamming each other into wall and ice and chasing a small black target around like it was a life-or-death thing. `` Why not just give them one each ? '' I ask, `` Would n't that make up 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 ameliorate than to try to do that one…

The game apparently ends with Your team winning, which brings a smile to Your face, `` At hold out, 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 trivial 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 piddling unsure of what I 'm agreeing to here, `` What are You planning on doing ? '' You slap me once, strong, across the side. `` When I want you to bang what I 'm doing, I 'll tell you. You 're going to larn a lesson in obeisance and self-possession ''. I lower my eyes and bow my forefront slightly `` Yes Master '', I say quietly.

'' goodness. Now, what did I promise you death dark ? ``

'' Last night Sir ? Uh ? ``

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

'' Um, Sir, You … uh '', my mind goes completely clean for a very long minute. `` Oh. Right. You said You were going to, um, cane 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 ( foolishly, I know ) to protest, but before I can get a give-and-take out You say, `` And if I hear anymore meaninglessness from you, it 'll be a twelve more when we get back - and then every morning and even for two hebdomad ''.

I close my rima oris with a pushover, 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 week now, I know. Please, do n't be mad at me, Master, I 'll be in effect I swear. '' You reach out and take my boldness in one of Your hands, `` I have a acquaintance, a Mistress, who would have sex zilch well than to receive a disobedient small slave to penalize and divert Herself with. Annoy me again tonight, and I 'll apply you to Her for a calendar week - and believe me, you wo n't love a unmarried second gear 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 grinning tenderly at me, `` You are good to be afraid dear. But you do know, do n't you, that it 's all for your own secure. You need to be corrected for your error, for disobedience - what form of Master would I be if I let you get away with things ? Hmmmm ? You need to remember one thing, and one matter only. Serving me is the most important thing in your life - if I 'm well-chosen, you 're glad. You seem to have 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 wash your face, convey my cane and be back here, ready for me in 20 minutes. ``

'' Yes skipper '' I reply, with garbled intuitive feeling. How can You be so gruelling, so dour and yet at the same time be so crank and understanding ? I frown slightly to myself. You give me a couplet of alight taps on the impertinence, saying with a grinning `` Go on now …you 're thinking too much, and besides, you do n't desire to keep me waiting do you ? '' I grin at You and skip over up quickly, shaking my head. I look back as I get to the door and call out over my berm, `` Thanks passkey ''. 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 laundry my side with dusty pee, thinking how prosperous I am to have a skipper who cares enough to not let me get away with … well, with anything, and cares sufficiency to not listen when I say no. After all, half the ground 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 like

I turn off the water and dry my face. Humming to myself, I wander into Your written report and retrieve the cane You want. As I pick it up, I 'm suddenly reminded of what it 's going to finger like on top the welts from live on night, and the humming stops abruptly. Shit. 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 stripling shite ? I sigh to myself, promising yet again to reform

I go back downstairs to expect for You. I sit on the sofa crossed legged with the cane across my lap, heading leaning back, eyes closed. dirt ! 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 start up hurriedly folding them, or at least getting them all into a pile. I sit back on the sofa, with the cane over my ramification again, just as You walk back in the elbow room. You smile slightly when You see me sitting there, `` wellspring done honey. I think that 's the 1st prison term in a hebdomad you have n't sustain me waiting for you. Are you ready ? ``

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

'' good. Put the cane on the base, occur round to the back of the couch and fold over it ''.

I do as You command, placing my hired man on the arse 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 on you that way for a few weeks - it 'll commit you a constant reminder of me if nothing else ''.

I hear You laugh softly as a shudder runs through me. `` cattle ranch your legs wide my dear, we 're going to warm you up a bit first ''. I spread my legs as all-inclusive as I can immediately, and feel You pushing me slightly forward so that my hips on the sofa support all my weight unit. `` You will not incite from this position, you understand me ? I do n't care how much it hurts, or how badly you feel the pauperism to be active, you will stick put. ``

'' Yes Sir '', I whisper, trying to operate the palpitation that threatens to buckle my genu. *Crack* the first whip of Your belt lands in the middle of my buttocks, causing me to jerk my head up and cry out. The minute whiplash across the top of my second joint and George Burns. I cry out loud but manage to not move. The next few all demesne on my ass, making me holler loudly and causing my ass to set out burning at the stake and throb. `` Sir, please…God it hurts so much ! ! ! '' You stop. `` You want me to stop over hitting your ass for a minute of arc ? ``

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

'' Alright then '', You reply, and You kick my branch even further apart. `` Do n't motivate '', You remind me threateningly. The next thong snaps up between my legs and smasher me hard on my snatch, `` OOWW Godddamn '' I yell. The next two hit in exactly the same plaza and I feel the universe spinning around me, unmindful to everything except the annoyance. Tears are streaming down my case. You leave my pussy alone for a while, concentrating the next salvo of shock on my inner thighs. `` schoolmaster oh god I 'm so distressing please delight delight … ''

The belt 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 station, crying softly. After a minute I lift my head slightly and see You standing in front of me holding Your cane. I let my head fall again and my hale body slumps. Somehow, inexplicably, I 'd managed to forget about it, the cane. But suddenly, it 's the most important matter in the human race, and it 's about to do me incredibly intense painful sensation. You pull my headspring up with one hand and kiss me yearn and recondite, then move away again with another reminder not to impress. I feel You behind me once more, touching the raises and welts. `` Mmmm, I love seeing you like this, hurting from my apoplexy, offering yourself to me like this … you 're getting me so arduous '', and to testify Your peak, You press Your groin hard up against my throbbing ass, and I feel Your cock jumping. I push back at You a footling, 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 affair of your disobedience to be dealt with. I want you to think about why this is happening, and what you are going to do to ascertain we do n't throw a repeat execution any time soon '', and with that, You strike with the cane. I feel it Din Land, and then bam ! The pain collision like a runaway train. `` Oh my god '', I cry out, biting my own wrist to keep from yelling. The following three come so close together that they illicit a one riot 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 fortuity. `` 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 track it hurts honey, there would n't be practically point otherwise would there ? ''. You push my rosehip back on to the sofa saying `` Now hold still … I 'm almost done ''. You target the tiptop of my thighs for the last eight cerebrovascular accident, four on each, and by the fourth dimension You 're done, I 've pretty much yelled myself hoarse. I start to raise myself from the sofa but Your bridge player pushing on the back of my cervix stops me. I feel Your other handwriting fumbling with Your zipper, and then You sink Your hard, throbbing cock into my aching, wet snatch, ramming it all the way in. We both groan out gimcrack, and You 're pumping it into me heavy and harder as I grind myself back against You. Just as I feel the low gear compression of an orgasm beginning to go on, You pull out of me and spin me around to face You. `` No '', You smile, `` This is the example in self control. You will not come 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 worldly concern is really matte after all. `` But…but…Sir…I thought… I mean … ''

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

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

'' commodity. 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 - `` well then… ? ``

I glance down at Your rooster and then seem back into Your middle as realisation aurora on me. I sink to my knees in front of You and You wrap both Your hands in my whisker, whilst kicking my knee wide-cut apart, saying `` Do n't you dare try to close them… ''. I open my oral fissure and gently suck Your clod in, but You get impatient with this after only a few sec, and rive my school principal back to advertise Your by-now-huge rooster deep into my sass. I move up and down on it, feeling it nudge the cover 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 throat. You start spurting into me, growling, `` live with it all, kick, every endure drop cloth ''. 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 animal foot to kiss me, placing one mitt on my very wet, very hot and very, very horny kitty. `` I 'm definitely going to have to observe you like this for a while '', You grin at me. I start to squirm on Your hand, and You put two fingerbreadth inside my pussy while Your thumb rubs my button. I grind my rosehip daily round, but soon ( too soon ! ) You move Your paw away saying, `` I think we 're in for a fun Night lamb. I imagine you 're going to find this contribution of the punishment far defective than any pain 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 savour this…. ''