We 're on the sofa watching an ice-hockey mates. 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 stir my ass, rubbing your hand over it and occasionally pinching one of the still-fresh wheal, 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 head, something happens that confuses me again so I give up attempting to understand it. I 'm content just to be there with You, enjoying Your touch. You try to excuse one of the finer points of the game to me yet again, but all I 'm seeing is Thomas Young men slamming each other into walls and ice and chasing a modest black object around like it was a life-or-death thing. `` Why not just give them one each ? '' I ask, `` Would n't that make everyone well-chosen ? ''. You grin at me and answer `` Now where is the fun in that ? Do n't you like watching these son chasing around ? '' I just smile up at You, knowing beneficial than to try to answer that one…

The plot apparently ends with Your team winning, which brings a smile to Your human face, `` At last, that 's the 1st one they 've won all season ''. With that, You pull me into a seat position and say, `` Now, we 're going out in a niggling while. I 'm going to be punishing you, you know why, and if you embarrass me at all, in any way, you will repent it ? Understand ? ``

'' Uh, yeah, certainly 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 bang what I 'm doing, I 'll tell you. You 're going to learn a moral in respect and self-control ''. I lower my eyes and bow my head slightly `` Yes overlord '', I say quietly.

'' goodness. Now, what did I foretell you hold out night ? ``

'' lowest night Sir ? Uh ? ``

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

'' Um, Sir, You … uh '', my mind goes completely white for a very long minute. `` Oh. Right. You said You were going to, um, lambaste me again today Sir '', I finally come out with, after an unacceptable period.

You look at me coldly for a arcsecond, and then say `` It was going to be 10 stroke when we got home - it 's now 12 stroking - BEFORE we go out ''. I open my sass ( foolishly, I know ) to protest, but before I can get a Bible out You say, `` And if I hear anymore nonsense from you, it 'll be a dozen more when we get back - and then every sunrise and evening for two weeks ''.

I close my sassing with a child's play, resolving to carry 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 bad. Whatever You want. I know I deserve this, I 've been leading up to it for workweek now, I know. Please, do n't be mad at me, Master, I 'll be good I swear. '' You reach out and ask my fount in one of Your bridge player, `` I have a friend, a Mistress, who would have sex nothing improve than to let a disobedient lilliputian slave to punish and divert 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 I 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 verbalise at all. You sigh and smile tenderly at me, `` You are right to be afraid dear. But you do bed, do n't you, that it 's all for your own good. You need to be corrected for your mistakes, for disobedience - what form of captain would I be if I let you get away with matter ? Hmmmm ? You need to remember one thing, and one thing only. Serving me is the most significant thing in your lifespan - if I 'm well-chosen, you 're glad. You seem to give birth forgotten this lately. ``

I nod unhappily at You, knowing everything You say is true. You kiss me gently on the brow and say to me softly, `` Go wash your face, fetch my cane and be back here, ready for me in 20 min. ``

'' Yes Master '' I reply, with disjointed feelings. How can You be so hard, so dour and yet at the same time be so supply ship and reason ? I frown slightly to myself. You give me a dyad of scant strike on the impudence, saying with a grin `` Go on now …you 're thinking too a great deal, and besides, you do n't want to keep me waiting do you ? '' I grin at You and rise up quickly, shaking my head. I look back as I get to the door and call out over my shoulder, `` Thanks victor ''. 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 backwash my face with frigid body of water, thinking how lucky I am to possess a captain who cares enough to not let me get away with … well, with anything, and cares plenty 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 tolerate it ) is re-assuring. I smile to myself, it means He must care

I turn off the water and dry my face. Humming to myself, I wander into Your work 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 stopping point Night, and the hum stops abruptly. Shit. It 's going to hurt like perdition. Why do I have to conduct 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 teen poop ? I sigh to myself, promising yet again to reform

I go back downstairs to look for You. I sit on the sofa crossed legged with the cane across my lap, head leaning back, eyes 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 wearing apparel and start hurriedly folding them, or at least getting them all into a pile. I sit back on the sofa, with the cane over my branch again, just as You walk back in the way. You smile slightly when You see me sitting there, `` well done dear. I think that 's the first time in a workweek you have n't celebrate me waiting for you. Are you ready ? ``

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

'' goodness. Put the cane on the trading floor, come rhythm to the back of the couch and bend over it ''.

I do as You command, placing my hands on the hindquarters for balance wheel. 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 prevent you that way for a few calendar week - it 'll throw you a constant reminder of me if nothing else ''.

I hear You laugh softly as a shudder runs through me. `` spread your legs wide my high-priced, we 're going to warm you up a bit commencement ''. I spread my legs as spacious as I can immediately, and finger You pushing me slightly forward so that my coxa on the sofa accompaniment all my weight. `` You will not prompt from this location, you understand me ? I do n't care how often it hurts, or how badly you feel the need to actuate, you will stay put. ``

'' Yes Sir '', I whisper, trying to insure the trembling that threatens to warp my articulatio genus. *Crack* the first whiplash of Your belt lands in the middle of my buttocks, causing me to jerk my read/write head up and cry out. The second whips across the top of my thigh and burn mark. I cry out flash but manage to not run. The next few all land on my ass, making me scream loudly and causing my ass to bulge out burning and throbbing. `` 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 stage even further apart. `` Do n't motivate '', You remind me threateningly. The next whiplash snaps up between my legs and hits me intemperately on my pussy, `` OOWW Godddamn '' I yell. The future two hit in exactly the Sami lieu and I feel the universe of discourse spinning around me, oblivious to everything except the bother. crying are streaming down my grimace. You leave my pussycat alone for a patch, concentrating the next volley of blows on my privileged thighs. `` Master oh god I 'm so drab please delight please … ''

The bash hits me once more, very hard, on my twat, and then I sense You walking around to the front of the sofa. I stay in blank space, crying softly. After a minute I lift my pass slightly and see You standing in front of me holding Your cane. I let my headway spill again and my whole physical structure falling off. Somehow, inexplicably, I 'd managed to forget about it, the cane. But suddenly, it 's the most crucial matter in the creation, and it 's about to cause me incredibly intense pain. You pull my head up with one helping hand and kiss me farsighted and deep, then locomote away again with another reminder not to move. I feel You behind me once more, touching the wage hike and welts. `` Mmmm, I love seeing you like this, hurting from my solidus, offering yourself to me like this … you 're getting me so hard '', and to establish Your degree, You press Your groin 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 matter 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 see to it we do n't possess 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 back from yelling. The next three come so close together that they illicit a single scream from me, and I ca n't check my coxa from coming up off the sofa. I 'm crying freely now, wondering how I can ever survive 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 Master '', I sob, `` but Sir, it hurts damn a good deal ''.

'' Of class it hurts dear, there would n't be a good deal power point otherwise would there ? ''. You push my hips back on to the sofa saying `` Now entertain still … I 'm almost done ''. You target the upper side of my second joint for the last eight strokes, four on each, and by the time You 're done, I 've pretty a great deal yelled myself hoarse. I start to fire myself from the sofa but Your hand pushing on the back of my neck stops me. I feel Your other bridge player fumbling with Your zip, and then You sink Your concentrated, throbbing cock into my aching, wet snatch, ramming it all the way in. We both groan out loud, and You 're pumping it into me arduous and heavily as I grind myself back against You. Just as I feel the first muscular contraction of an orgasm beginning to chance, You pull out of me and gyrate me around to face You. `` No '', You smile, `` This is the lesson in self control. You will not come until I allow you to - and I 'm not going to let you. Not this evening anyway ''.

I stare at You like You 've just told me that the ground is really flat tire after all. `` But…but…Sir…I thought… I mean … ''

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

I gulp. `` No, no, of row not maestro … ''

'' 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 middle as realization morning on me. I sink to my knees in forepart of You and You wrap both Your handwriting in my hair, whilst kicking my knees wide apart, saying `` Do n't you dare try to close them… ''. I opened my rima oris and gently suck Your orchis in, but You get impatient with this after only a few seconds, and pull my head back to campaign Your by-now-huge putz oceanic abyss into my rima oris. I move up and down on it, feeling it nudge the rachis 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 it all, squawk, every last bead ''. I suck on You and live with 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 osculate me, placing one hand on my very wet, very hot and very, very horny kitty. `` I 'm definitely going to have to keep you like this for a patch '', You grin at me. I start to squirm on Your hand, and You put two fingerbreadth inside my pussy while Your thumb 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 determine this component part of the punishment far regretful than any painfulness inflicted on you by my cane ''. You thrust one finger, hard, up into my ass, and again razz my button with Your quarter round, `` Oh yes, I 'm really going to delight this…. ''