We 're on the lounge watching an ice-hockey match. You 're sitting at one end, and I 'm lying down with my head in Your lap. You 're absently stroking my haircloth, and every now and then You reach down and touch sensation my ass, rubbing your manus 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 read/write head, something happens that confuses me again so I give up attempting to infer it. I 'm content just to be there with You, enjoying Your tinge. You try to explain one of the finer points of the plot to me yet again, but all I 'm seeing is young men slamming each early into walls and ice and chasing a humble black objective around like it was a life-or-death matter. `` Why not just return them one each ? '' I ask, `` Would n't that make everyone happy ? ''. You grin at me and respond `` Now where is the fun in that ? Do n't you like watching these boys chasing around ? '' I just smile up at You, knowing safe than to try to answer that one…

The game apparently ends with Your team winning, which brings a smile to Your cheek, `` At last, that 's the first one they 've won all season ''. With that, You pull me into a seated view and say, `` Now, we 're going out in a petty 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, certain 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 case. `` When I want you to know what I 'm doing, I 'll tell you. You 're going to study a lesson in obedience and self-denial ''. I low-down my eyes and bow my drumhead slightly `` Yes passkey '', I say quietly.

'' Good. Now, what did I prognosticate you last Night ? ``

'' cobbler's last night Sir ? Uh ? ``

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

'' Um, Sir, You … uh '', my mind goes completely dummy for a very hanker minute. `` Oh. Right. You said You were going to, um, cane me again today Sir '', I finally come out with, after an insufferable 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 apoplexy - BEFORE we go out ''. I open my oral fissure ( foolishly, I know ) to protest, but before I can get a parole out You say, `` And if I hear anymore nonsense from you, it 'll be a dozen more when we get back - and then every morn and evening for two workweek ''.

I close my mouth with a snap, 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 punishment is all about. ) `` Sir I 'm sorry. Whatever You want. I know I deserve this, I 've been leading up to it for calendar week now, I know. Please, do n't be mad at me, Master, I 'll be trade good I swear. '' You reach out and take my face in one of Your hands, `` I have a Friend, a schoolma'am, who would love nothing better than to have a disobedient trivial slave to punish and disport Herself with. Annoy me again tonight, and I 'll generate you to Her for a week - and believe me, you wo n't bask a single arcsecond 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 smiling tenderly at me, `` You are powerful to be afraid honey. But you do know, do n't you, that it 's all for your own good. You need to be corrected for your mistakes, for noncompliance - what sort of Master would I be if I let you get away with things ? Hmmmm ? You need to remember one thing, and one thing only. Serving me is the most important affair in your life - if I 'm happy, you 're happy. You seem to receive forgotten this lately. ``

I nod unhappily at You, knowing everything You say is honest. You kiss me gently on the forehead and say to me softly, `` Go wash your human face, fetch my cane and be back here, prepare for me in 20 minutes. ``

'' Yes passe-partout '' I reply, with confused feelings. How can You be so hard, so unyielding and yet at the same meter be so tender and understanding ? I frown slightly to myself. You give me a duet of lightness taps on the cheek, saying with a smiling `` Go on now …you 're thinking too a great deal, and besides, you do n't require to keep me waiting do you ? '' I grin at You and jump up quickly, shaking my caput. I look back as I get to the door and call out over my shoulder, `` Thanks headmaster ''. You point at the doorway and say with mock seriousness `` Go… '' - I hear You chuckling as I leave

I go up to the toilet and wash my typeface with cold piddle, thinking how favourable I am to have a skipper who cares enough to not let me get away with … well, with anything, and cares enough to not hear 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 permit it ) is re-assuring. I smile to myself, it means He must like

I turn off the piddle and dry my side. Humming to myself, I wander into Your study and recall 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 in conclusion night, and the hum stops abruptly. horseshit. It 's going to suffer like hell. Why do I have to bear 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 expect for You. I sit on the lounge crossed legged with the cane across my lap, pass leaning back, eyes closed. crap ! I jump up as if bitten by a serpent - I guess I should be naked for You. I quickly strip off all my clothes and set about hurriedly folding them, or at least getting them all into a big bucks. I sit back on the sofa, with the cane over my legs again, just as You walk back in the room. You smile slightly when You see me sitting there, `` Well done dear. I think that 's the number 1 time in a week you have n't kept me waiting for you. Are you cook ? ``

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

'' trade good. Put the cane on the story, do round of drinks to the back of the sofa and flexure over it ''.

I do as You command, placing my paw on the seat for residuum. I feel You running Your mitt over my ass and thigh, `` You know, I much prefer it when you are marked. I think I 'll hold open you that way for a few week - it 'll give you a unceasing reminder of me if nothing else ''.

I hear You laugh softly as a shudder runs through me. `` Spread your ramification astray my beloved, we 're going to warm you up a bit first ''. I spread my legs as wide as I can immediately, and finger You pushing me slightly forward so that my hips on the sofa support all my weight. `` You will not move from this side, you understand me ? I do n't care how much it hurts, or how badly you feel the pauperism to move, you will stick around put. ``

'' Yes Sir '', I whisper, trying to verify the shaking that threatens to buckle my knee joint. *Crack* the first lash of Your belt lands in the center of my buttocks, causing me to yank my head up and cry out. The second whips across the top of my second joint and burns. I cry out trashy but manage to not make a motion. The succeeding few all earth on my ass, making me scream loudly and causing my ass to set out burning at the stake and throbbing. `` Sir, please…God it hurts so a great deal ! ! ! '' You stop. `` You want me to stop hitting your ass for a minute ? ``

'' Yes, just for a second 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 lash snaps up between my legs and strike me unvoiced on my snatch, `` OOWW Godddamn '' I yell. The future two hit in exactly the same position and I feel the universe spinning around me, oblivious to everything except the annoyance. Tears are streaming down my facial expression. You leave my snatch alone for a while, concentrating the succeeding volley of reverse on my inner thighs. `` captain oh god I 'm so distressing please delight please … ''

The bash hits me once more, very hard, on my cunt, and then I sense You walking around to the front line of the sofa. I stay in place, crying softly. After a hour I lift my head slightly and see You standing in front end of me holding Your cane. I let my head autumn again and my whole body economic crisis. Somehow, inexplicably, I 'd managed to draw a blank about it, the cane. But suddenly, it 's the most important affair in the world, and it 's about to cause me incredibly intense pain. You pull my head up with one hand and buss me longsighted and bass, then move away again with another reminder not to move. I feel You behind me once more, touching the acclivity and welts. `` Mmmm, I love seeing you like this, hurting from my strokes, offering yourself to me like this … you 're getting me so severe '', and to raise Your stop, You press Your mole hard up against my throbbing ass, and I feel Your cock jumping. I push back at You a slight, 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 guess about why this is happening, and what you are going to do to ensure we do n't experience a repetition public presentation any time soon '', and with that, You strike with the cane. I feel it land, and then bam ! The infliction hit like a fleer train. `` Oh my god '', I cry out, biting my own wrist to keep from yelling. The adjacent three come so close together that they illicit a single thigh-slapper from me, and I ca n't discontinue my hips from coming up off the couch. I 'm crying freely now, wondering how I can ever survive another eight diagonal. `` 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 great deal ''.

'' Of course it hurts beloved, there would n't be a good deal point otherwise would there ? ''. You push my hips back on to the sofa saying `` Now harbor still … I 'm almost done ''. You target the peak of my thighs for the finish eight apoplexy, four on each, and by the meter You 're done, I 've pretty much yelled myself hoarse. I start to raise myself from the lounge but Your hand pushing on the back of my neck stops me. I feel Your other hand fumbling with Your zip fastener, and then You sink Your punishing, throbbing dick into my aching, wet pussy, ramming it all the way in. We both groan out loud, and You 're pumping it into me harder and harder as I grind myself back against You. Just as I feel the initiative condensation of an orgasm beginning to befall, You pull out of me and whirl me around to present You. `` No '', You smile, `` This is the lesson in self mastery. You will not come 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 debate with me about it ? ``

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

'' Good. There is, however, no ground 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 cock and then look back into Your eyes as realization daybreak on me. I sink to my knee joint in presence of You and You wrap both Your hands in my hair's-breadth, whilst kicking my knee joint wide apart, saying `` Do n't you dare try to come together them… ''. I unresolved my lip and gently take up Your balls in, but You get impatient with this after only a few seconds, and pull my top dog back to push Your by-now-huge dick deep into my oral fissure. 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 headland right into You, forcing Your rooster all the way down my throat. You start spurting into me, growling, `` Swallow it all, squawk, every stopping point drop ''. I suck on You and unsay 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 invertebrate foot to osculate me, placing one hired hand on my very wet, very hot and very, very randy snatch. `` I 'm definitely going to sustain to restrain you like this for a piece '', You grin at me. I start to writhe on Your paw, and You put two fingerbreadth inside my puss while Your ovolo rubs 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 night honey. I imagine you 're going to find this part of the punishment far tough than any pain in the neck inflicted on you by my cane ''. You thrust one digit, hard, up into my ass, and again tease my button with Your thumb, `` Oh yes, I 'm really going to enjoy this…. ''