We 're on the sofa watching an ice-hockey mates. You 're sitting at one end, and I 'm lying down with my school principal in Your lap. You 're absently stroking my hairsbreadth, and every now and then You reach down and refer 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 game to me, but as soon as I think I 've got it straight in my principal, something happens that confuses me again so I give up attempting to understand it. I 'm contented 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 youthful men slamming each former into rampart and ice and chasing a small pitch-dark object around like it was a life-and-death thing. `` Why not just pass on them one each ? '' I ask, `` Would n't that take a crap everyone happy ? ''. You grin at me and answer `` Now where is the fun in that ? Do n't you like watching these son chasing around ? '' I just smile up at You, knowing adept than to try to respond that one…

The biz apparently ends with Your team winning, which brings a smile to Your face, `` At last, that 's the first one they 've won all time of year ''. With that, You pull me into a sitting emplacement 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 regret it ? Understand ? ``

'' Uh, yeah, sure as shooting Sir, whatever You say '' I reply, a minuscule 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 have sex what I 'm doing, I 'll separate you. You 're going to find out a lesson in obeisance and self-discipline ''. I lour my heart and bow my header slightly `` Yes captain '', I say quietly.

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

'' shoemaker's last Nox Sir ? Uh ? ``

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

'' Um, Sir, You … uh '', my mind goes completely clean for a very long 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 strokes - BEFORE we go out ''. I open my sassing ( foolishly, I know ) to dissent, but before I can get a word out You say, `` And if I hear anymore falderol from you, it 'll be a dozen more when we get back - and then every morning time and eventide for two week ''.

I close my mouth with a snap, resolving to behave myself and obey You immediately and without doubtfulness 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 blue. Whatever You want. I know I deserve this, I 've been leading up to it for hebdomad 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 helping hand, `` I have a friend, a mistress, who would roll in the hay nothing better than to have a disobedient slight slave to punish and amuse Herself with. Annoy me again tonight, and I 'll kick in you to Her for a week - and consider me, you wo n't enjoy a one 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 mouth at all. You sigh and smile tenderly at me, `` You are flop to be afraid honey. But you do know, do n't you, that it 's all for your own in force. You need to be corrected for your mistakes, for disobedience - what kind of skipper would I be if I let you get away with thing ? Hmmmm ? You need to remember one affair, and one thing only. Serving me is the most crucial thing in your life - if I 'm happy, you 're glad. You seem to have forgotten this lately. ``

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

'' Yes skipper '' I reply, with discombobulate feeling. How can You be so hard, so dogged and yet at the Lapplander time be so tender and understanding ? I frown slightly to myself. You give me a couple of short taps on the cheek, saying with a smile `` Go on now …you 're thinking too much, and besides, you do n't desire to keep me waiting do you ? '' I grin at You and spring up quickly, shaking my oral sex. I look back as I get to the threshold and call out over my shoulder, `` Thanks captain ''. 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 water, thinking how golden I am to bear 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 ground 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 written report and think the cane You want. As I pick it up, I 'm suddenly reminded of what it 's going to finger like on top the welts from last Nox, and the humming stops abruptly. Shit. It 's going to anguish 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 dogshit ? I sigh to myself, promising yet again to regenerate

I go back downstairs to await for You. I sit on the sofa crossed legged with the cane across my lap, headway 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 clothes and start hurriedly folding them, or at least getting them all into a pile. I sit back on the lounge, with the cane over my ramification again, just as You walk back in the elbow room. You smile slightly when You see me sitting there, `` Well done dear. I think that 's the foremost prison term in a week you have n't hold on me waiting for you. Are you ready ? ``

I nod my caput vigorously, `` Yes captain, absolutely ''.

'' trade good. Put the cane on the storey, derive circle to the book binding 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 hired hand over my ass and thigh, `` You know, I much prefer it when you are marked. I think I 'll celebrate you that way for a few weeks - it 'll give you a unvarying reminder of me if aught else ''.

I hear You laugh softly as a shiver runs through me. `` Spread your peg widely my dear, we 're going to warm up you up a bit first gear ''. I spread my wooden leg as all-inclusive as I can immediately, and find You pushing me slightly forward so that my pelvic arch on the sofa sustenance all my weight. `` You will not move from this position, you understand me ? I do n't handle how often it hurts, or how badly you feel the need to move, you will stay put. ``

'' Yes Sir '', I whisper, trying to command the trembling that threatens to crumple my genu. *Crack* the starting time cilium of Your belt lands in the middle of my buttocks, causing me to jerk my head up and cry out. The indorse whips across the top of my thighs and tan. I cry out gimcrack but manage to not move. The next few all earth on my ass, making me scream loudly and causing my ass to start burning and throbbing. `` Sir, please…God it hurts so much ! ! ! '' You stop. `` You want me to block off hitting your ass for a instant ? ``

'' 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 lash snaps up between my pegleg and strike me hard on my pussy, `` OOWW Godddamn '' I yell. The side by side two hit in exactly the Sami place and I feel the universe spinning around me, unmindful to everything except the hurting. tears are streaming down my face. You leave my slit alone for a while, concentrating the next volley of puff on my internal thighs. `` Master oh god I 'm so sorry please please please … ''

The belt hits me once more, very hard, on my twat, and then I sense You walking around to the front of the lounge. I stay in place, crying softly. After a minute of arc I lift my brain slightly and see You standing in front line of me holding Your cane. I let my headway crepuscle again and my unhurt body slumps. Somehow, inexplicably, I 'd managed to forget about it, the cane. But suddenly, it 's the most authoritative thing in the cosmos, and it 's about to cause me incredibly intense painfulness. You pull my principal up with one mitt and kiss me long and deep, then move away again with another reminder not to travel. I feel You behind me once more, touching the ascent and wale. `` Mmmm, I love seeing you like this, hurting from my separatrix, offering yourself to me like this … you 're getting me so hard '', and to bear witness Your full stop, You press Your inguen hard up against my throbbing ass, and I feel Your tool jump. I push back at You a lilliputian, 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 ensure we do n't take a repeat performance any sentence soon '', and with that, You strike with the cane. I feel it state, and then bam ! The pain hitting like a runaway train. `` Oh my god '', I cry out, biting my own wrist to stay fresh from yelling. The next three come so close together that they illicit a unmarried scream from me, and I ca n't stop my hips from coming up off the couch. I 'm crying freely now, wondering how I can ever survive 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 captain '', I sob, `` but Sir, it hurts damn lots ''.

'' Of course it hurts dear, there would n't be much period otherwise would there ? ''. You push my hips back on to the sofa saying `` Now hold still … I 'm almost done ''. You target the crown of my thigh for the last eight apoplexy, 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 hand pushing on the back of my neck stops me. I feel Your other hand fumbling with Your zipper, and then You sink Your severe, throbbing cock into my ache, wet puss, ramming it all the way in. We both groan out garish, and You 're pumping it into me unvoiced and harder as I grind myself back against You. Just as I feel the first of all contraction of an coming beginning to happen, You pull out of me and spin me around to face You. `` No '', You smile, `` This is the example in self control. You will not fall 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 earthly concern 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 path not Master … ''

'' goodness. There is, however, no grounds 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 look back into Your eye as actualization dawn on me. I sink to my knees in social movement of You and You wrap both Your hands in my hair, whilst kicking my genu blanket apart, saying `` Do n't you dare try to close them… ''. I unresolved my sass and gently suck Your balls in, but You get raring with this after only a few seconds, and draw out my head back to force Your by-now-huge turncock trench into my mouthpiece. I move up and down on it, feeling it nudge the cover of my throat every time You push a bit farther. You start moving faster, pulling my principal right into You, forcing Your cock all the way down my throat. You start spurting into me, growling, `` live with it all, bitch, every last drop-off ''. I suck on You and live with 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 have to observe you like this for a spell '', You grin at me. I start to squirm on Your hand, and You put two finger's breadth inside my kitty-cat while Your thumb chafe my clitoris. I grind my hips round, but soon ( too soon ! ) You move Your hand away saying, `` I think we 're in for a fun dark lamb. I imagine you 're going to ascertain this part of the penalisation far unsound than any pain inflicted on you by my cane ''. You thrust one finger, hard, up into my ass, and again tease my button with Your pollex, `` Oh yes, I 'm really going to enjoy this…. ''