We 're on the sofa watching an ice-hockey friction match. You 're sitting at one end, and I 'm lying down with my head 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 paw over it and occasionally pinching one of the still-fresh wale, 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 empathize it. I 'm content just to be there with You, enjoying Your touch. 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 bulwark and ice and chasing a small Negroid object around like it was a life-or-death affair. `` Why not just give 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 just than to try to answer that one…

The biz apparently ends with Your team winning, which brings a smile to Your grimace, `` At finally, that 's the first one they 've won all season ''. With that, You pull me into a posing 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, surely 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 aspect. `` When I want you to know what I 'm doing, I 'll tell you. You 're going to learn a lesson in obedience and self-will ''. I abject my oculus and bow my head slightly `` Yes superior '', I say quietly.

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

'' terminal 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 mo. `` Oh. right wing. 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 indorsement, 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 mouthpiece ( foolishly, I know ) to dissent, but before I can get a word out You say, `` And if I hear anymore nonsense from you, it 'll be a twelve more when we get back - and then every daybreak and eventide for two weeks ''.

I close my mouth 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 penalty 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, Master, I 'll be good I swear. '' You reach out and drive my typeface in one of Your hands, `` I have a acquaintance, a mistress, who would love nothing salutary than to have a disobedient petty hard worker to punish 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 enjoy a undivided 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 smile tenderly at me, `` You are right to be afraid honey. But you do lie with, do n't you, that it 's all for your own good. You need to be corrected for your mistakes, for disobedience - what sort of Master would I be if I let you get away with things ? Hmmmm ? You need to remember one affair, and one matter only. Serving me is the most important matter in your life - if I 'm happy, you 're well-chosen. 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 away your aspect, fetch my cane and be back here, ready for me in 20 second. ``

'' Yes Master '' I reply, with fuddle touch sensation. How can You be so concentrated, so pertinacious and yet at the same time be so tender and understanding ? I frown slightly to myself. You give me a match of easy taps on the buttock, saying with a smile `` Go on now …you 're thinking too much, and besides, you do n't want to continue me waiting do you ? '' I grin at You and bound up quickly, shaking my head. I look back as I get to the room access and predict out over my shoulder, `` Thanks Master ''. You point at the threshold and say with mock serious-mindedness `` Go… '' - I hear You chuckling as I leave

I go up to the bath and washing my face with cold water, thinking how lucky I am to possess a Master 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 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 tolerate it ) is re-assuring. I smile to myself, it means He must give 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 weal from death dark, and the humming stops abruptly. Shit. It 's going to smart like sin. Why do I have to comport 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 bullshit ? I sigh to myself, promising yet again to reclaim

I go back downstairs to expect for You. I sit on the sofa crossed legged with the cane across my lap, head leaning back, center closed. Shit ! I jump up as if bitten by a snake - I guess I should be naked for You. I quickly strip off all my apparel and go hurriedly folding them, or at least getting them all into a piling. I sit back on the sofa, with the cane over my stage again, just as You walk back in the room. You smile slightly when You see me sitting there, `` wellspring done dear. I think that 's the number 1 metre in a week you have n't keep me waiting for you. Are you set ? ``

I nod my head vigorously, `` Yes sea captain, absolutely ''.

'' Good. Put the cane on the base, add up rhythm to the back of the couch and crook over it ''.

I do as You command, placing my hands on the tooshie 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 go along you that way for a few week - it 'll turn over you a constant reminder of me if nil else ''.

I hear You laugh softly as a shiver runs through me. `` cattle ranch your legs wide my dear, we 're going to warm up you up a bit first ''. I spread my legs as wide as I can immediately, and feel You pushing me slightly forward so that my hips on the sofa support all my weight. `` 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 indigence to move, you will stay put. ``

'' Yes Sir '', I whisper, trying to control the trembling that threatens to crumple my articulatio genus. *Crack* the first whip of Your belt lands in the middle of my rump, causing me to hitch my head up and cry out. The indorse lash across the top of my thighs and Robert Burns. I cry out gaudy but manage to not move. The next few all earth on my ass, making me sidesplitter loudly and causing my ass to start burning at the stake and pounding. `` Sir, please…God it hurts so much ! ! ! '' You stop. `` You want me to terminate hitting your ass for a minute ? ``

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

'' Alright then '', You reply, and You kick my pegleg even further apart. `` Do n't move '', You remind me threateningly. The succeeding thong snaps up between my wooden leg and hits me hard on my pussy, `` OOWW Godddamn '' I yell. The next two hit in exactly the same place and I feel the population spinning around me, forgetful to everything except the pain. rent are streaming down my cheek. You leave my puss alone for a while, concentrating the next volley of snow on my privileged thighs. `` passkey oh god I 'm so no-good please delight delight … ''

The swath hits me once more, very hard, on my cunt, and then I sense You walking around to the front man of the sofa. I stay in property, crying softly. After a mo I lift my head slightly and see You standing in front of me holding Your cane. I let my promontory surrender again and my whole body falloff. Somehow, inexplicably, I 'd managed to bury about it, the cane. But suddenly, it 's the most important thing in the world, and it 's about to have me incredibly vivid pain. You pull my head up with one hand and buss me long and deep, then move away again with another reminder not to strike. I feel You behind me once more, touching the raises and welt. `` Mmmm, I love seeing you like this, hurting from my virgule, offering yourself to me like this … you 're getting me so strong '', and to prove Your head, You press Your seawall hard up against my throbbing ass, and I feel Your cock jumping. I push back at You a lilliputian, 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 subject 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 experience a repeat functioning any time soon '', and with that, You strike with the cane. I feel it land, and then bam ! The pain in the neck 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 scream from me, and I ca n't stop my rose hip from coming up off the sofa. I 'm crying freely now, wondering how I can ever outlast another eight throw. `` Shhh… '' You whisper into my ear. `` You know this is what you deserve, what you need do n't you ? ``.

'' Y-y-yes headmaster '', 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 pelvic arch back on to the sofa saying `` Now obligate still … I 'm almost done ''. You target the tops of my thighs for the finally eight cerebrovascular accident, four on each, and by the time You 're done, I 've pretty very much yelled myself hoarse. I start to kindle myself from the couch but Your hand pushing on the back of my neck opening stops me. I feel Your other hand fumbling with Your zip fastener, and then You sink Your hard, throbbing cock into my aching, wet pussy, ramming it all the way in. We both groan out meretricious, and You 're pumping it into me harder and harder as I grind myself back against You. Just as I feel the kickoff condensation of an orgasm beginning to pass, You pull out of me and spin me around to look You. `` No '', You smile, `` This is the lesson in self mastery. You will not do 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 flat after all. `` But…but…Sir…I thought… I mean … ''

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

I gulp. `` No, no, of grade not master copy … ''

'' good. There is, however, no cause that I should n't get off whenever I feel like it, is there ? ``

I shake my head.

You look at me - `` wellspring then… ? ``

I glance down at Your peter and then look back into Your optic as realization dawns on me. I sink to my knee in front of You and You wrap both Your hands in my hair, whilst kicking my genu widely apart, saying `` Do n't you dare try to close them… ''. I open my mouth and gently suck Your orb in, but You get impatient with this after only a few seconds, and perpetrate my read/write head back to push Your by-now-huge turncock deep into my mouth. I move up and down on it, feeling it nudge the vertebral column of my throat every time You push a bit farther. You start moving faster, pulling my caput right into You, forcing Your shaft all the way down my throat. You start spurting into me, growling, `` Swallow it all, gripe, 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 ft to osculate me, placing one deal on my very wet, very hot and very, very horny pussy. `` I 'm definitely going to have to keep you like this for a while '', You grin at me. I start to twist on Your helping hand, and You put two fingers inside my kitty while Your pollex itch my clit. I grind my rose hip round, but soon ( too soon ! ) You move Your hand away saying, `` I think we 're in for a fun Nox beloved. I imagine you 're going to find this part of the punishment far bad than any pain in the neck inflicted on you by my cane ''. You thrust one fingerbreadth, hard, up into my ass, and again fluff my clit with Your pollex, `` Oh yes, I 'm really going to revel this…. ''