We 're on the couch watching an ice-hockey equal. You 're sitting at one end, and I 'm lying down with my school principal in Your lap. You 're absently stroking my hair, and every now and then You reach down and match my ass, rubbing your hired 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 understand it. I 'm message just to be there with You, enjoying Your touch. You try to explain one of the finer item of the plot to me yet again, but all I 'm seeing is young men slamming each other into walls and ice and chasing a small Black person object around like it was a life-and-death affair. `` Why not just open them one each ? '' I ask, `` Would n't that make everyone happy ? ''. 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 team winning, which brings a smiling to Your boldness, `` At last, that 's the first one they 've won all season ''. With that, You pull me into a sit around lieu and say, `` Now, we 're going out in a slight 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 small unsure of what I 'm agreeing to here, `` What are You planning on doing ? '' You slap me once, heavily, across the face. `` When I want you to know what I 'm doing, I 'll tell apart you. You 're going to con a lesson in obedience and self-control ''. I dispirited my eyes and bow my head slightly `` Yes schoolmaster '', I say quietly.

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

'' Last night Sir ? Uh ? ``

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

'' Um, Sir, You … uh '', my intellect goes completely blank for a very recollective min. `` Oh. right field. 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 irregular, and then say `` It was going to be 10 CVA when we got home - it 's now 12 accident - BEFORE we go out ''. I undetermined my mouthpiece ( 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 morning and evening for two weeks ''.

I close my mouth with a gingersnap, resolving to conduct 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 good-for-nothing. 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 aim my nerve in one of Your script, `` I have a friend, a schoolmarm, who would do it zero better than to have a unruly little slave to punish and disport Herself with. Annoy me again tonight, and I 'll apply you to Her for a workweek - and think me, you wo n't enjoy a undivided second base 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 verbalise at all. You suspiration and smile tenderly at me, `` You are correct to be afraid dear. But you do have intercourse, do n't you, that it 's all for your own ripe. You need to be corrected for your mistakes, for disobedience - what kind of maestro would I be if I let you get away with things ? Hmmmm ? You need to think of one thing, and one thing only. Serving me is the most crucial thing in your lifespan - 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 up. You kiss me gently on the forehead and say to me softly, `` Go lap your face, fetch my cane and be back here, ready for me in 20 minutes. ``

'' Yes victor '' I reply, with confused feeling. How can You be so hard, so dour and yet at the Saame metre be so legal tender and understanding ? I frown slightly to myself. You give me a couple of alight dab on the boldness, saying with a smile `` Go on now …you 're thinking too much, and besides, you do n't want to go on me waiting do you ? '' I grin at You and startle up quickly, shaking my head. I look back as I get to the door and call out over my shoulder, `` Thanks Master ''. You point at the room access and say with mock serious-mindedness `` Go… '' - I hear You chuckling as I leave

I go up to the bathroom and washing my face with dusty water supply, thinking how favourable I am to own a overlord who cares enough to not let me get away with … well, with anything, and cares enough to not take heed 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 stand it ) is re-assuring. I smile to myself, it means He must worry

I turn off the water system and dry my boldness. Humming to myself, I wander into Your subject and find 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 last dark, and the hum stops abruptly. Shit. It 's going to suffer like underworld. Why do I have to carry 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 couch crossed legged with the cane across my lap, pass leaning back, heart closed. Shit ! I jump up as if bitten by a snake in the grass - 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 cumulation. I sit back on the couch, with the cane over my legs again, just as You walk back in the elbow room. You smile slightly when You see me sitting there, `` Well done lamb. I think that 's the first clock time in a week you have n't kept me waiting for you. Are you ready ? ``

I nod my heading vigorously, `` Yes master, absolutely ''.

'' Good. Put the cane on the floor, come round to the spine of the sofa and bend over it ''.

I do as You command, placing my hands on the hindquarters for proportion. I feel You running Your script over my ass and thighs, `` You know, I much prefer it when you are marked. I think I 'll retain you that way for a few weeks - it 'll render you a unvarying reminder of me if nix else ''.

I hear You laugh softly as a shudder runs through me. `` paste your leg wide my high-priced, we 're going to warm you up a bit first ''. I spread my legs as wide as I can immediately, and palpate You pushing me slightly forward so that my hips on the couch living all my exercising weight. `` You will not prompt from this stance, you understand me ? I do n't manage how much it hurts, or how badly you feel the need to move, you will ride out put. ``

'' Yes Sir '', I whisper, trying to control the vibration that threatens to buckle my stifle. *Crack* the first lash of Your knock lands in the center of my prat, causing me to twitch my school principal up and cry out. The second whips across the top of my second joint and burns. I cry out tatty but manage to not move. The next few all land on my ass, making me riot loudly and causing my ass to start burning and pounding. `` 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 legs even further apart. `` Do n't move '', You remind me threateningly. The next thong snaps up between my legs and striking me heavily on my snatch, `` OOWW Godddamn '' I yell. The succeeding two hit in exactly the same place and I feel the macrocosm spinning around me, oblivious to everything except the painfulness. bust are streaming down my brass. You leave my pussy alone for a while, concentrating the next volley of blows on my privileged thighs. `` Master oh god I 'm so sorry please please please … ''

The rap hits me once more, very hard, on my pussy, and then I sense You walking around to the front of the sofa. I stay in place, crying softly. After a minute I lift my question slightly and see You standing in front of me holding Your cane. I let my head fall again and my whole trunk falling off. Somehow, inexplicably, I 'd managed to leave about it, the cane. But suddenly, it 's the most crucial thing in the public, and it 's about to cause me incredibly intense pain. You pull my head up with one paw and kiss me yearn and late, then move away again with another monitor not to move. I feel You behind me once more, touching the rise and wheal. `` Mmmm, I love seeing you like this, hurting from my strokes, offering yourself to me like this … you 're getting me so intemperate '', and to prove Your point, You press Your groyne hard up against my throbbing ass, and I feel Your cock 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 subject of your disobedience to be dealt with. I want you to believe about why this is happening, and what you are going to do to ensure we do n't have a repeat functioning any sentence soon '', and with that, You strike with the cane. I feel it nation, and then bam ! The pain in the neck striking like a fleer train. `` Oh my god '', I cry out, biting my own articulatio radiocarpea to hold open from yelling. The next three come so close together that they illicit a 1 scream from me, and I ca n't quit my hips from coming up off the sofa. I 'm crying freely now, wondering how I can ever hold out 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 much ''.

'' Of course it hurts dearest, there would n't be very much pointedness otherwise would there ? ''. You push my hip back on to the sofa saying `` Now concur still … I 'm almost done ''. You target the tops of my thighs for the survive eight separatrix, four on each, and by the time You 're done, I 've pretty much yelled myself hoarse. I start to resurrect myself from the sofa but Your hand pushing on the rachis of my cervix stops me. I feel Your other helping hand fumbling with Your zipper, and then You sink Your hard, throbbing cock into my aching, wet cunt, ramming it all the way in. We both groan out cheap, and You 're pumping it into me firmly and intemperate as I grind myself back against You. Just as I feel the first contraction of an orgasm beginning to bump, You pull out of me and spin me around to present You. `` No '', You smile, `` This is the lesson in self control. You will not derive 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 solid ground is really flavourless after all. `` But…but…Sir…I thought… I mean … ''

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

I gulp. `` No, no, of form not Master … ''

'' 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 cock and then look back into Your oculus as realization sunrise on me. I sink to my knees in movement of You and You wrap both Your hands in my hair, whilst kicking my knees broad apart, saying `` Do n't you presume try to close up them… ''. I open my mouth and gently soak up Your balls in, but You get raring with this after only a few irregular, and deplume my foreland back to push Your by-now-huge hammer trench into my mouth. I move up and down on it, feeling it nudge the back of my throat 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, `` swallow up it all, bitch, every last bead ''. 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 pes to kiss me, placing one hired man on my very wet, very hot and very, very horny kitty-cat. `` I 'm definitely going to ingest to retain you like this for a while '', You grin at me. I start to squirm on Your manus, and You put two digit inside my pussy while Your thumb fray my button. I grind my hips round, but soon ( too soon ! ) You move Your hand away saying, `` I think we 're in for a fun nighttime dear. I imagine you 're going to find oneself this role of the punishment far worse than any botheration inflicted on you by my cane ''. You thrust one finger, hard, up into my ass, and again ride my clit with Your thumb, `` Oh yes, I 'm really going to enjoy this…. ''