We 're on the lounge watching an ice-hockey match. You 're sitting at one end, and I 'm lying down with my headland in Your lap. You 're absently stroking my tomentum, 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 head, something happens that confuses me again so I give up attempting to read it. I 'm content just to be there with You, enjoying Your touch. You try to explain one of the finer dot of the plot to me yet again, but all I 'm seeing is Pres Young men slamming each early into bulwark and ice and chasing a small black object around like it was a life-and-death thing. `` Why not just give them one each ? '' I ask, `` Would n't that make everyone happy ? ''. You grin at me and answer `` Now where is the fun in that ? Do n't you like watching these boys chasing around ? '' I just smile up at You, knowing good than to try to answer that one…

The game apparently ends with Your team winning, which brings a smile to Your human face, `` At last, that 's the first off 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 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, sure 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 look. `` When I want you to lie with what I 'm doing, I 'll differentiate you. You 're going to ascertain a object lesson in obedience and self-control ''. I let down my eyes and bow my head slightly `` Yes schoolmaster '', I say quietly.

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

'' lastly dark Sir ? Uh ? ``

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

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

You look at me coldly for a second, and then say `` It was going to be 10 shot when we got home - it 's now 12 chance event - BEFORE we go out ''. I out-of-doors my backtalk ( 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 12 more when we get back - and then every dawn and evening for two workweek ''.

I close my sassing with a snap, resolving to behave myself and obey You immediately and without dubiousness 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 sorry. Whatever You want. I know I deserve this, I 've been leading up to it for weeks now, I know. Please, do n't be mad at me, Master, I 'll be proficient I swear. '' You reach out and take my face in one of Your hands, `` I have a friend, a mistress, who would roll in the hay nothing easily than to suffer a disobedient fiddling 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 delight a exclusive 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 speak at all. You sigh and smile tenderly at me, `` You are in good order to be afraid honey. But you do be intimate, do n't you, that it 's all for your own skilful. You need to be corrected for your mistakes, for noncompliance - what sort of skipper would I be if I let you get away with affair ? Hmmmm ? You need to remember one thing, and one thing only. Serving me is the most important thing in your lifespan - if I 'm happy, you 're happy. You seem to possess forgotten this lately. ``

I nod unhappily at You, knowing everything You say is genuine. You kiss me gently on the forehead and say to me softly, `` Go wash your fount, fetch my cane and be back here, ready for me in 20 minute of arc. ``

'' Yes Master '' I reply, with blur tactile sensation. How can You be so surd, so unyielding and yet at the same clip be so tender and sympathize ? I frown slightly to myself. You give me a couple of light-headed spigot on the cheek, saying with a smiling `` Go on now …you 're thinking too much, and besides, you do n't want to keep me waiting do you ? '' I grin at You and jump up quickly, shaking my drumhead. I look back as I get to the room access and cry out over my shoulder joint, `` Thanks Master ''. 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 wash my boldness with insensate water, thinking how lucky I am to have a Master 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 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 study and recollect the cane You want. As I pick it up, I 'm suddenly reminded of what it 's going to feel like on top the wale from last nighttime, and the humming stops abruptly. Shit. It 's going to hurt like hell. 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 crap ? I sigh to myself, promising yet again to reform

I go back downstairs to wait for You. I sit on the sofa crossed legged with the cane across my lap, drumhead 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 apparel and start out hurriedly folding them, or at to the lowest degree getting them all into a heap. I sit back on the sofa, with the cane over my legs again, just as You walk back in the way. You smile slightly when You see me sitting there, `` wellspring done honey. I think that 's the number 1 time in a hebdomad you have n't kept me waiting for you. Are you ready ? ``

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

'' Good. Put the cane on the floor, occur one shot to the backbone of the sofa and bend dexter over it ''.

I do as You command, placing my paw on the posterior for equalizer. 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 keep you that way for a few weeks - it 'll give you a constant admonisher of me if null else ''.

I hear You laugh softly as a quiver runs through me. `` facing pages your legs panoptic my dear, we 're going to warm you up a bit first ''. I spread my peg as wide as I can immediately, and feel You pushing me slightly forward so that my pelvic arch on the sofa support all my weight. `` You will not prompt from this position, you understand me ? I do n't care how much it hurts, or how badly you feel the need to impress, you will stay on put. ``

'' Yes Sir '', I whisper, trying to control the shakiness that threatens to buckle my knees. *Crack* the first lash of Your whang lands in the middle of my buttocks, causing me to twitch my headland up and cry out. The sec whips across the top of my thighs and burns. I cry out tawdry but manage to not move. The next few all land on my ass, making me scream loudly and causing my ass to start burning at the stake and throbbing. `` Sir, please…God it hurts so much ! ! ! '' You stop. `` You want me to turn back hitting your ass for a mo ? ``

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

'' Alright then '', You reply, and You kick my legs even further apart. `` Do n't propel '', You remind me threateningly. The future lash snaps up between my legs and hits me hard on my pussy, `` OOWW Godddamn '' I yell. The following two hit in exactly the Sami billet and I feel the universe spinning around me, forgetful to everything except the painfulness. Tears are streaming down my face. You leave my kitty alone for a piece, concentrating the succeeding fusillade of blows on my inner thigh. `` Master oh god I 'm so sorry please please please … ''

The belt 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 head slightly and see You standing in front end of me holding Your cane. I let my head free fall again and my entirely consistence slumps. Somehow, inexplicably, I 'd managed to blank out about it, the cane. But suddenly, it 's the most important thing in the earth, and it 's about to cause me incredibly intense infliction. You pull my head up with one hand and snog me long and rich, then move away again with another reminder not to locomote. I feel You behind me once more, touching the raises and welts. `` Mmmm, I love seeing you like this, hurting from my strokes, offering yourself to me like this … you 're getting me so hard '', and to bear witness Your head, You press Your seawall hard up against my throbbing ass, and I feel Your tool jumping. I push back at You a trivial, 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 thing of your disobedience to be dealt with. I want you to suppose about why this is happening, and what you are going to do to check we do n't give birth a repeat performance any fourth dimension soon '', and with that, You strike with the cane. I feel it body politic, 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 screaming from me, and I ca n't end my pelvis from coming up off the couch. I 'm crying freely now, wondering how I can ever outlast 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 overlord '', I sob, `` but Sir, it hurts damn much ''.

'' Of path it hurts love, there would n't be much point otherwise would there ? ''. You push my rosehip back on to the couch saying `` Now view as still … I 'm almost done ''. You target the upper side of my thighs for the in conclusion eight CVA, four on each, and by the time You 're done, I 've pretty much yelled myself hoarse. I start to raise myself from the sofa but Your hired man pushing on the binding of my neck stops me. I feel Your other handwriting fumbling with Your zipper, and then You sink Your severe, throbbing cock into my aching, wet cunt, ramming it all the way in. We both groan out flash, and You 're pumping it into me backbreaking and difficult as I grind myself back against You. Just as I feel the first gear contraction of an sexual climax beginning to happen, You pull out of me and reel me around to face You. `` No '', You smile, `` This is the lesson in self control. You will not amount 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 worldly concern is really plane after all. `` But…but…Sir…I thought… I mean … ''

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

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

'' Good. There is, however, no reasonableness 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 prick and then look back into Your eyes as realization break of the day on me. I sink to my knees in front of You and You wrap both Your hands in my hair, whilst kicking my knees widely apart, saying `` Do n't you make bold try to close them… ''. I spread out my mouth and gently suck Your lump in, but You get impatient with this after only a few seconds, and pull my caput back to push Your by-now-huge cock oceanic abyss into my mouth. I move up and down on it, feeling it nudge the dorsum of my throat every time You push a bit farther. You start moving faster, pulling my head right into You, forcing Your pecker all the way down my throat. You start spurting into me, growling, `` live with it all, bitch, every concluding free fall ''. 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 hand on my very wet, very hot and very, very randy kitty-cat. `` I 'm definitely going to take to proceed you like this for a spell '', You grin at me. I start to squirm on Your hand, and You put two fingers inside my kitty while Your pollex rubs my clit. I grind my hip round, but soon ( too soon ! ) You move Your helping hand away saying, `` I think we 're in for a fun night honey. I imagine you 're going to find this part 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 tease my button with Your thumb, `` Oh yes, I 'm really going to enjoy this…. ''