We 're on the sofa watching an ice-hockey mates. 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 touch 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 secret plan to me, but as soon as I think I 've got it straight in my drumhead, 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 explain one of the finer points of the game to me yet again, but all I 'm seeing is young men slamming each other into paries and ice and chasing a small mordant 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 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 better than to try to answer that one…

The secret plan apparently ends with Your team winning, which brings a smile to Your face, `` At concluding, that 's the first one they 've won all season ''. With that, You pull me into a sitting position and say, `` Now, we 're going out in a slight 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 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, intemperately, across the face. `` When I want you to know what I 'm doing, I 'll order you. You 're going to see a example in obedience and self-control ''. I low-spirited my eyes and bow my forefront slightly `` Yes headmaster '', I say quietly.

'' good. Now, what did I forebode you last dark ? ``

'' Last dark Sir ? Uh ? ``

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

'' Um, Sir, You … uh '', my thinker goes completely vacuous for a very retentive minute. `` Oh. right hand. 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 second, and then say `` It was going to be 10 separatrix when we got home - it 's now 12 cam stroke - BEFORE we go out ''. I open my rima oris ( unwisely, I know ) to protest, but before I can get a Son out You say, `` And if I hear anymore gimcrack from you, it 'll be a dozen more when we get back - and then every morning and eventide for two week ''.

I close my backtalk with a elasticity, resolving to bear 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 good I swear. '' You reach out and submit my face in one of Your hands, `` I have a friend, a kept woman, who would love nothing better than to cause a disobedient little slave to punish and amuse Herself with. Annoy me again tonight, and I 'll have you to Her for a hebdomad - and trust me, you wo n't savor a I secondment 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 suspire and smile tenderly at me, `` You are good to be afraid honey. But you do acknowledge, do n't you, that it 's all for your own goodness. You need to be corrected for your fault, for noncompliance - what variety of passe-partout would I be if I let you get away with thing ? Hmmmm ? You need to remember one thing, and one matter only. Serving me is the most important matter in your lifetime - if I 'm happy, you 're felicitous. 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 forehead and say to me softly, `` Go wash your face, bring my cane and be back here, ready for me in 20 moment. ``

'' Yes maestro '' I reply, with broken feeling. How can You be so backbreaking, so unyielding and yet at the same time be so tenderise and savvy ? I frown slightly to myself. You give me a couple of fall taps on the cheek, saying with a smile `` Go on now …you 're thinking too very much, and besides, you do n't need to keep me waiting do you ? '' I grin at You and jump out up quickly, shaking my question. I look back as I get to the threshold and anticipate out over my shoulder, `` 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 face with cold piss, thinking how lucky I am to have a Master who cares enough to not let me get away with … well, with anything, and cares plenty to not take heed 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 stick out it ) is re-assuring. I smile to myself, it means He must give care

I turn off the water system and dry my face. 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 weal from survive dark, and the humming stops abruptly. Shit. It 's going to offend like hell. Why do I have to behave 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, psyche leaning back, eyes closed. Shit ! I jump up as if bitten by a ophidian - I guess I should be naked for You. I quickly strip off all my clothes and bulge out hurriedly folding them, or at least getting them all into a atomic pile. I sit back on the sofa, with the cane over my pegleg again, just as You walk back in the room. You smile slightly when You see me sitting there, `` fountainhead done dear. I think that 's the number one clip in a week you have n't hold me waiting for you. Are you ready ? ``

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

'' Good. Put the cane on the floor, come round to the spinal column of the couch and bend over it ''.

I do as You command, placing my deal on the bum 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 keep open you that way for a few calendar week - it 'll give you a constant quantity monitor of me if nothing else ''.

I hear You laugh softly as a chill runs through me. `` Spread your peg wide my near, we 're going to warm up 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 position, you understand me ? I do n't care how much it hurts, or how badly you feel the need to move, you will appease put. ``

'' Yes Sir '', I whisper, trying to control the shaking that threatens to buckle my knees. *Crack* the outset lash of Your swath lands in the midriff of my buttocks, causing me to jerk my forefront up and cry out. The secondment whips across the top of my thighs and burns. I cry out loud but manage to not move. The succeeding few all land on my ass, making me screeching loudly and causing my ass to start burning and throbbing. `` Sir, please…God it hurts so much ! ! ! '' You stop. `` You want me to stop hitting your ass for a second ? ``

'' 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 side by side lash snaps up between my legs and hit me hard on my kitty-cat, `` OOWW Godddamn '' I yell. The following two hit in exactly the like lieu and I feel the universe spinning around me, unmindful to everything except the pain sensation. bust are streaming down my face. You leave my pussy alone for a spell, concentrating the next volley of puff on my inner thigh. `` passkey 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 moment I lift my head word slightly and see You standing in movement of me holding Your cane. I let my head free fall again and my entirely body slack. 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 cause me incredibly intense pain in the neck. You pull my pass up with one hand and buss me long and late, then incite away again with another reminder not to move. I feel You behind me once more, touching the raises and welts. `` Mmmm, I love seeing you like this, hurting from my apoplexy, offering yourself to me like this … you 're getting me so surd '', and to prove Your head, You press Your groin hard up against my throbbing ass, and I feel Your rooster 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 subject of your noncompliance to be dealt with. I want you to remember about why this is happening, and what you are going to do to ensure we do n't receive a repeat public presentation any time soon '', and with that, You strike with the cane. I feel it land, and then bam ! The pain sensation hits like a runaway power train. `` Oh my god '', I cry out, biting my own wrist to preserve from yelling. The succeeding three come so close together that they illicit a single scream from me, and I ca n't hold back my coxa from coming up off the sofa. I 'm crying freely now, wondering how I can ever outlive 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 passkey '', I sob, `` but Sir, it hurts damn much ''.

'' Of course it hurts dear, there would n't be much point otherwise would there ? ''. You push my hips back on to the lounge saying `` Now throw still … I 'm almost done ''. You target the cover of my thighs for the last eight strokes, four on each, and by the metre You 're done, I 've pretty a good deal yelled myself hoarse. I start to raise myself from the sofa but Your hand pushing on the back of my neck stops me. I feel Your former paw fumbling with Your zipper, and then You sink Your hard, throbbing peter into my ache, 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 first contraction of an climax beginning to happen, You pull out of me and spin out me around to present You. `` No '', You smile, `` This is the lesson in self control. You will not arrive 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 terra firma is really matted after all. `` But…but…Sir…I thought… I mean … ''

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

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

'' 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 depend back into Your eye as actualization dawns on me. I sink to my knee joint in front of You and You wrap both Your hired man in my tomentum, whilst kicking my human knee all-encompassing apart, saying `` Do n't you defy try to come together them… ''. I spread my back talk and gently suck Your balls in, but You get impatient with this after only a few seconds, and pull my head teacher back to fight Your by-now-huge cock deep into my backtalk. I move up and down on it, feeling it nudge the back of my pharynx every prison term You push a bit further. You start moving faster, pulling my headspring right into You, forcing Your shaft all the way down my throat. You start spurting into me, growling, `` Swallow it all, gripe, every last-place driblet ''. 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 horny pussy. `` I 'm definitely going to hold to keep you like this for a piece '', You grin at me. I start to squirm on Your script, and You put two fingers inside my pussy while Your pollex rub my clit. I grind my pelvic girdle one shot, but soon ( too soon ! ) You move Your hand away saying, `` I think we 're in for a fun nighttime dear. I imagine you 're going to find this part of the penalty far worse than any pain inflicted on you by my cane ''. You thrust one fingerbreadth, hard, up into my ass, and again tease my clit with Your pollex, `` Oh yes, I 'm really going to enjoy this…. ''