We 're on the sofa watching an ice-hockey catch. You 're sitting at one end, and I 'm lying down with my fountainhead in Your lap. You 're absently stroking my hair, and every now and then You reach down and touching my ass, rubbing your hand over it and occasionally pinching one of the still-fresh welt, smiling whenever I wince or flinch. You 're explaining the secret plan to me, but as soon as I think I 've got it straight in my pass, something happens that confuses me again so I give up attempting to read it. I 'm subject matter just to be there with You, enjoying Your touching. You try to explain one of the finer full point of the secret plan to me yet again, but all I 'm seeing is young men slamming each former into rampart and ice and chasing a pocket-size blackamoor object around like it was a life-or-death matter. `` Why not just give them one each ? '' I ask, `` Would n't that make water 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 better than to try to answer that one…

The plot apparently ends with Your team winning, which brings a smile to Your face, `` At hold out, that 's the initiatory one they 've won all season ''. 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, heavily, across the typeface. `` When I want you to know what I 'm doing, I 'll recount you. You 're going to memorize a example in respect and possession ''. I lower my oculus and bow my head word slightly `` Yes lord '', I say quietly.

'' Good. Now, what did I promise you last nighttime ? ``

'' survive Night Sir ? Uh ? ``

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

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

You look at me coldly for a secondment, and then say `` It was going to be 10 separatrix when we got home - it 's now 12 strokes - BEFORE we go out ''. I open air my mouth ( foolishly, I know ) to protest, but before I can get a word out You say, `` And if I hear anymore nonsensical from you, it 'll be a 12 more when we get back - and then every morning and even for two calendar week ''.

I close my mouth with a snap, resolving to behave 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 sad. 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 choose my face in one of Your hands, `` I have a protagonist, a schoolmistress, who would bed aught better than to have a unruly little slave to penalise and divert Herself with. Annoy me again tonight, and I 'll give you to Her for a hebdomad - and conceive me, you wo n't enjoy a single sec 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 right 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 error, for disobedience - what sort of sea captain would I be if I let you get away with thing ? Hmmmm ? You need to think back one thing, and one affair only. Serving me is the most significant thing in your biography - 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. You kiss me gently on the forehead and say to me softly, `` Go wash away your brass, fetch my cane and be back here, cook for me in 20 minutes. ``

'' Yes passkey '' I reply, with confused feelings. How can You be so hard, so unyielding and yet at the same time be so tender and understanding ? I frown slightly to myself. You give me a couplet of lightheaded water faucet on the buttock, saying with a smile `` 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 head. I look back as I get to the door and predict out over my shoulder, `` Thanks passkey ''. You point at the door and say with mock sincerity `` Go… '' - I hear You chuckling as I leave

I go up to the bathroom and wash my face with cold-blooded water, thinking how lucky I am to have a original who cares enough to not let me get away with … well, with anything, and cares plenty to not mind 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 tolerate it ) is re-assuring. I smile to myself, it means He must wish

I turn off the water and dry my brass. Humming to myself, I wander into Your bailiwick 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 humming stops abruptly. squat. It 's going to suffer like hell. Why do I have to deport 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 Irish bull ? 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, psyche leaning back, centre closed. Shit ! I jump up as if bitten by a Snake River - I guess I should be naked for You. I quickly strip off all my clothes and jump hurriedly folding them, or at least getting them all into a big bucks. I sit back on the lounge, 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 world-class prison term in a week you have n't keep on me waiting for you. Are you ready ? ``

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

'' goodness. Put the cane on the flooring, get along round to the backbone of the sofa and bend over it ''.

I do as You command, placing my hands on the seat for balance. I feel You running Your hand over my ass and thighs, `` You know, I much prefer it when you are marked. I think I 'll keep you that way for a few weeks - it 'll kick in you a unremitting reminder of me if nothing else ''.

I hear You laugh softly as a shiver runs through me. `` Spread your legs broad my dear, we 're going to warm up you up a bit starting time ''. I spread my legs as wide as I can immediately, and palpate You pushing me slightly forward so that my hips on the sofa support all my weight. `` You will not impress from this posture, you understand me ? I do n't handle how practically it hurts, or how badly you feel the motive to proceed, you will rest put. ``

'' Yes Sir '', I whisper, trying to hold in the trembling that threatens to crumple my articulatio genus. *Crack* the first whip of Your bang lands in the middle of my stern, causing me to yank my head up and cry out. The second whips across the top of my thigh and suntan. I cry out loud but manage to not move. The next few all land on my ass, making me hollo loudly and causing my ass to set out burning and throb. `` Sir, please…God it hurts so much ! ! ! '' You stop. `` You want me to stop hitting your ass for a mo ? ``

'' 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 succeeding whiplash snaps up between my stage and hits me severe on my pussy, `` OOWW Godddamn '' I yell. The following two hit in exactly the same home and I feel the universe spinning around me, oblivious to everything except the infliction. teardrop are streaming down my face. You leave my pussy alone for a while, concentrating the next volley of blows on my inner second joint. `` Master oh god I 'm so good-for-nothing please please please … ''

The belted ammunition hits me once more, very hard, on my pussy, and then I sense You walking around to the front of the lounge. I stay in berth, crying softly. After a mo I lift my head slightly and see You standing in front of me holding Your cane. I let my principal fall again and my whole body slumps. Somehow, inexplicably, I 'd managed to block about it, the cane. But suddenly, it 's the most important thing in the world, and it 's about to cause me incredibly vivid pain. You pull my head teacher up with one hand and kiss me long and deep, then move away again with another monitor not to move. I feel You behind me once more, touching the raises and wale. `` Mmmm, I love seeing you like this, hurting from my shot, offering yourself to me like this … you 're getting me so operose '', and to prove Your point, You press Your groin hard up against my throbbing ass, and I feel Your dick jumping. I push back at You a short, 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 noncompliance to be dealt with. I want you to think about why this is happening, and what you are going to do to ensure we do n't stimulate a repetition execution any time soon '', and with that, You strike with the cane. I feel it land, and then bam ! The pain strike like a runaway train. `` Oh my god '', I cry out, biting my own articulatio radiocarpea to keep from yelling. The side by side three come so close together that they illicit a individual scream from me, and I ca n't stop my hips from coming up off the sofa. I 'm crying freely now, wondering how I can ever hold out another eight cam stroke. `` Shhh… '' You whisper into my ear. `` You know this is what you deserve, what you need do n't you ? ``.

'' Y-y-yes victor '', I sob, `` but Sir, it hurts damn much ''.

'' Of class it hurts dear, there would n't be much point otherwise would there ? ''. You push my rosehip back on to the sofa saying `` Now hold still … I 'm almost done ''. You target the elevation of my second joint for the last eight stroking, four on each, and by the time You 're done, I 've pretty much yelled myself hoarse. I start to raise myself from the lounge but Your paw pushing on the rear of my neck stops me. I feel Your other handwriting fumbling with Your zipper, and then You sink Your punishing, throbbing cock into my aching, wet slit, ramming it all the way in. We both groan out loud, and You 're pumping it into me unvoiced and laborious as I grind myself back against You. Just as I feel the number one contraction of an orgasm beginning to happen, You pull out of me and reel me around to look You. `` No '', You smile, `` This is the lesson in self ascendence. You will not come 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 flat after all. `` But…but…Sir…I thought… I mean … ''

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

I gulp. `` No, no, of course not headmaster … ''

'' Good. There is, however, no cause 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 eye as recognition dayspring on me. I sink to my knees in front of You and You wrap both Your custody in my whisker, whilst kicking my stifle encompassing apart, saying `` Do n't you presume try to come together them… ''. I open my mouth and gently suck Your balls in, but You get raring with this after only a few moment, and pull in my head back to push Your by-now-huge cock deep into my rima oris. I move up and down on it, feeling it nudge the back of my throat every time You push a bit advance. You start moving faster, pulling my pass right into You, forcing Your cock all the way down my pharynx. You start spurting into me, growling, `` live with it all, squawk, every death 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 feet to osculate me, placing one helping hand on my very wet, very hot and very, very randy pussy. `` I 'm definitely going to have to prevent you like this for a while '', You grin at me. I start to squirm on Your hand, and You put two fingerbreadth inside my slit while Your pollex rubs my clit. I grind my hips stave, 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 find this constituent of the punishment far unsound than any pain sensation inflicted on you by my cane ''. You thrust one fingerbreadth, hard, up into my ass, and again rag my clit with Your thumb, `` Oh yes, I 'm really going to enjoy this…. ''