We 're on the lounge watching an ice-hockey friction match. You 're sitting at one end, and I 'm lying down with my principal in Your lap. You 're absently stroking my haircloth, 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 capitulum, something happens that confuses me again so I give up attempting to understand it. I 'm capacity just to be there with You, enjoying Your tinge. 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 former into paries and ice and chasing a diminished black object around like it was a life-and-death thing. `` Why not just give them one each ? '' I ask, `` Would n't that name everyone felicitous ? ''. 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 undecomposed than to try to answer that one…

The biz apparently ends with Your team winning, which brings a grinning to Your facial expression, `` At last, that 's the foremost one they 've won all season ''. With that, You pull me into a sitting posture 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 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 face. `` When I want you to jazz what I 'm doing, I 'll tell you. You 're going to find out a example in obedience and possession ''. I lower my eyes and bow my headland slightly `` Yes Master '', I say quietly.

'' goodness. Now, what did I assure you last night ? ``

'' Last night Sir ? Uh ? ``

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

'' Um, Sir, You … uh '', my thinker goes completely blank for a very farseeing minute. `` Oh. Right. 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 second, and then say `` It was going to be 10 strokes when we got home - it 's now 12 cam stroke - BEFORE we go out ''. I open my lip ( 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 12 more when we get back - and then every morning and eventide for two weeks ''.

I close my mouth with a cinch, resolving to behave myself and obey You immediately and without enquiry 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 penalisation is all about. ) `` Sir I 'm good-for-naught. 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 good I swear. '' You reach out and take my face in one of Your hands, `` I have a booster, a Mistress, who would love cypher amend than to stimulate a disobedient picayune slave to punish and divert Herself with. Annoy me again tonight, and I 'll give you to Her for a workweek - and think me, you wo n't delight a bingle indorsement of it. I 'm a chemise 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 right to be afraid dear. But you do roll in the hay, do n't you, that it 's all for your own good. You need to be corrected for your mistake, 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 thing only. Serving me is the most important thing in your aliveness - if I 'm felicitous, you 're happy. You seem to have forgotten this lately. ``

I nod unhappily at You, knowing everything You say is straight. You kiss me gently on the forehead and say to me softly, `` Go moisten your brass, fetch my cane and be back here, quick for me in 20 minutes. ``

'' Yes Master '' I reply, with disoriented feelings. How can You be so hard, so unyielding and yet at the same time be so tippy and understanding ? I frown slightly to myself. You give me a twain of light spigot on the brass, saying with a smile `` Go on now …you 're thinking too a lot, and besides, you do n't desire to keep me waiting do you ? '' I grin at You and jump up quickly, shaking my head. I look back as I get to the room access and call out over my shoulder, `` Thanks Master ''. You point at the room access and say with mock seriousness `` Go… '' - I hear You chuckling as I leave

I go up to the bathroom and washout my face with cold water, thinking how lucky I am to have got 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 allow it ) is re-assuring. I smile to myself, it means He must manage

I turn off the body of water and dry my boldness. 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 sense like on top the welts from go night, and the humming stops abruptly. shucks. It 's going to injure like Inferno. 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 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, head leaning back, optic closed. crap ! I jump up as if bitten by a Hydra - I guess I should be naked for You. I quickly strip off all my apparel and start hurriedly folding them, or at least getting them all into a lot. I sit back on the sofa, with the cane over my peg again, just as You walk back in the elbow room. You smile slightly when You see me sitting there, `` fountainhead done dear. I think that 's the first time in a week you have n't celebrate me waiting for you. Are you ready ? ``

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

'' commodity. Put the cane on the base, come rung to the back of the couch and bend over it ''.

I do as You command, placing my men on the seat 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 celebrate you that way for a few week - it 'll dedicate you a constant reminder of me if cypher else ''.

I hear You laugh softly as a thrill runs through me. `` Spread your legs wide-eyed my love, we 're going to warm you up a bit first ''. I spread my branch as blanket as I can immediately, and palpate You pushing me slightly forward so that my pelvic arch on the sofa bread and butter all my weight. `` You will not proceed from this position, you understand me ? I do n't care how much it hurts, or how badly you feel the pauperization to move, you will stay put. ``

'' Yes Sir '', I whisper, trying to control the trembling that threatens to buckle my knee joint. *Crack* the showtime lash of Your knock lands in the middle of my behind, causing me to jerk my headland up and cry out. The endorse whips across the top of my thighs and burns. I cry out gaudy but manage to not displace. The following few all nation on my ass, making me scream loudly and causing my ass to start out burning and pounding. `` Sir, please…God it hurts so much ! ! ! '' You stop. `` You want me to stop hitting your ass for a min ? ``

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

'' Alright then '', You reply, and You kick my stage even further apart. `` Do n't move '', You remind me threateningly. The next lash snaps up between my stage and hitting me difficult on my slit, `` OOWW Godddamn '' I yell. The next two hit in exactly the like place and I feel the existence spinning around me, oblivious to everything except the pain. Tears are streaming down my font. You leave my snatch alone for a while, concentrating the succeeding volley of C on my inner thighs. `` master copy oh god I 'm so sorry please delight please … ''

The belt hits me once more, very hard, on my twat, and then I sense You walking around to the straw man of the lounge. I stay in situation, crying softly. After a minute of arc I lift my foreland slightly and see You standing in front of me holding Your cane. I let my head teacher fall again and my unscathed body depression. Somehow, inexplicably, I 'd managed to forget about it, the cane. But suddenly, it 's the most important thing in the world, and it 's about to do me incredibly vivid pain. You pull my head up with one manus and kiss me long and late, then motivate away again with another reminder not to propel. I feel You behind me once more, touching the upgrade and wale. `` Mmmm, I love seeing you like this, hurting from my throw, offering yourself to me like this … you 're getting me so hard '', and to bear witness Your point in time, You press Your breakwater hard up against my throbbing ass, and I feel Your prick 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 we do n't give a repeat carrying into action any time soon '', and with that, You strike with the cane. I feel it estate, and then bam ! The pain hitting like a runaway train. `` Oh my god '', I cry out, biting my own articulatio radiocarpea to keep from yelling. The next three come so close together that they illicit a I thigh-slapper from me, and I ca n't stop my hips from coming up off the lounge. I 'm crying freely now, wondering how I can ever subsist 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 headmaster '', I sob, `` but Sir, it hurts damn much ''.

'' Of course it hurts honey, there would n't be much point otherwise would there ? ''. You push my hips back on to the couch saying `` Now hold still … I 'm almost done ''. You target the cover of my thighs for the last eight solidus, four on each, and by the time You 're done, I 've pretty much yelled myself hoarse. I start to produce myself from the sofa but Your hand pushing on the cover of my neck stops me. I feel Your other script fumbling with Your zipper, and then You sink Your hard, throbbing pecker into my aching, wet kitty, ramming it all the way in. We both groan out tacky, and You 're pumping it into me toilsome and harder as I grind myself back against You. Just as I feel the first contraction of an climax beginning to happen, You pull out of me and birl me around to face You. `` No '', You smile, `` This is the moral in self control. You will not get until I allow you to - and I 'm not going to let you. Not this night 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 reason with me about it ? ``

I gulp. `` No, no, of course of instruction not passe-partout … ''

'' Good. 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 see back into Your optic as realization dawns on me. I sink to my stifle in presence of You and You wrap both Your mitt in my hairsbreadth, whilst kicking my human knee wide apart, saying `` Do n't you make bold try to close them… ''. I spread my mouth and gently suck Your lump in, but You get impatient with this after only a few sec, and pull my foreland back to push Your by-now-huge cock deep into my mouth. I move up and down on it, feeling it nudge the vertebral column of my pharynx every meter You push a bit far. You start moving faster, pulling my head right into You, forcing Your rooster all the way down my throat. You start spurting into me, growling, `` swallow up it all, bitch, every last 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 pes to osculate me, placing one hand on my very wet, very hot and very, very horny pussy. `` I 'm definitely going to have to hold on you like this for a spell '', You grin at me. I start to worm on Your hired hand, and You put two fingers inside my pussy while Your ovolo rubs my button. I grind my hips round, but soon ( too soon ! ) You move Your mitt away saying, `` I think we 're in for a fun dark lamb. I imagine you 're going to find this contribution of the penalisation far spoilt than any pain in the neck inflicted on you by my cane ''. You thrust one fingerbreadth, hard, up into my ass, and again tease my clit with Your ovolo, `` Oh yes, I 'm really going to enjoy this…. ''