We 're on the lounge watching an ice-hockey compeer. You 're sitting at one end, and I 'm lying down with my header 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 welts, 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 head, something happens that confuses me again so I give up attempting to understand it. I 'm depicted object 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 former into walls and ice and chasing a small Black person object around like it was a life-or-death affair. `` Why not just make them one each ? '' I ask, `` Would n't that make everyone happy ? ''. You grin at me and reply `` Now where is the fun in that ? Do n't you like watching these male child chasing around ? '' I just smile up at You, knowing better than to try to answer that one…

The secret plan apparently ends with Your squad winning, which brings a smile to Your face, `` At stopping point, that 's the first one they 've won all time of year ''. With that, You pull me into a sit 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 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 grimace. `` When I want you to know what I 'm doing, I 'll state you. You 're going to discover a lesson in respect and self-control ''. I glower my optic and bow my head slightly `` Yes Master '', I say quietly.

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

'' finis 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 second. `` Oh. right field. You said You were going to, um, lambast me again today Sir '', I finally come out with, after an unsufferable period.

You look at me coldly for a second, and then say `` It was going to be 10 stroking when we got home - it 's now 12 slash - BEFORE we go out ''. I undefended my mouthpiece ( 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 twelve more when we get back - and then every morning and eventide for two 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 sorry. 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, maestro, I 'll be good I swear. '' You reach out and take my nerve in one of Your hands, `` I have a friend, a Mistress, who would love null honorable than to have a disobedient little striver to punish and disport Herself with. Annoy me again tonight, and I 'll present you to Her for a week - and conceive me, you wo n't enjoy a single second base 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 powerful to be afraid dearest. But you do cognize, do n't you, that it 's all for your own good. You need to be corrected for your mistakes, for disobedience - what sort of Master would I be if I let you get away with affair ? Hmmmm ? You need to recollect one thing, and one thing only. Serving me is the most important affair in your lifespan - if I 'm felicitous, you 're happy. You seem to have forgotten this lately. ``

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

'' Yes Master '' I reply, with confused feelings. How can You be so hard, so unyielding and yet at the same time be so tender and reason ? I frown slightly to myself. You give me a couple of Light spigot on the cheek, saying with a grinning `` Go on now …you 're thinking too a lot, and besides, you do n't require to keep me waiting do you ? '' I grin at You and skip up quickly, shaking my headland. I look back as I get to the door and call out over my shoulder, `` Thanks headmaster ''. You point at the door and say with mock seriousness `` Go… '' - I hear You chuckling as I leave

I go up to the john and wash my human face with cold H2O, thinking how favourable I am to birth a lord 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 tolerate it ) is re-assuring. I smile to myself, it means He must worry

I turn off the H2O and dry my expression. Humming to myself, I wander into Your study and recollect 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 last nighttime, and the humming stops abruptly. shit. It 's going to offend like sin. 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 poop ? I sigh to myself, promising yet again to see the light

I go back downstairs to wait for You. I sit on the couch crossed legged with the cane across my lap, head leaning back, center closed. dirt ! 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 pop hurriedly folding them, or at least getting them all into a mint. I sit back on the sofa, with the cane over my peg again, just as You walk back in the way. You smile slightly when You see me sitting there, `` Well done love. I think that 's the first time in a week you have n't kept me waiting for you. Are you ready ? ``

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

'' Good. Put the cane on the floor, come up beat to the back of the sofa and crimp over it ''.

I do as You command, placing my hands on the arse for Libra the 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 you that way for a few calendar week - it 'll devote you a constant reminder of me if goose egg else ''.

I hear You laugh softly as a shudder runs through me. `` Spread your ramification wide my dear, we 're going to warm you up a bit first ''. I spread my legs as wide-cut as I can immediately, and feel You pushing me slightly forward so that my hips on the couch support all my weight. `` You will not locomote from this posture, you understand me ? I do n't worry how much it hurts, or how badly you feel the want to move, you will stay put. ``

'' Yes Sir '', I whisper, trying to control the shaking that threatens to heave my knees. *Crack* the first cilium of Your swath lands in the middle of my buttocks, causing me to jerk my head up and cry out. The second lash across the top of my thighs and burns. I cry out loud but manage to not move. The next few all soil on my ass, making me scream loudly and causing my ass to start burning and throb. `` Sir, please…God it hurts so much ! ! ! '' You stop. `` You want me to finish hitting your ass for a minute of arc ? ``

'' Yes, just for a minute 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 peg and smasher me toilsome on my pussy, `` OOWW Godddamn '' I yell. The adjacent two hit in exactly the Saami place and I feel the universe spinning around me, oblivious to everything except the pain. crying are streaming down my typeface. You leave my pussy alone for a piece, concentrating the succeeding volley of shock on my inner thighs. `` original oh god I 'm so drab please please please … ''

The belt hits me once more, very hard, on my snatch, and then I sense You walking around to the front of the sofa. I stay in place, crying softly. After a minute I lift my head slightly and see You standing in forepart of me holding Your cane. I let my head decline again and my whole consistence falling off. Somehow, inexplicably, I 'd managed to forget about it, the cane. But suddenly, it 's the most important thing in the globe, and it 's about to cause me incredibly intense painful sensation. You pull my point up with one mitt and osculate me foresightful and mysterious, then prompt away again with another admonisher 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 throw, 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 cock jump. I push back at You a trivial, 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 recall about why this is happening, and what you are going to do to ensure we do n't own a repeat execution any time soon '', and with that, You strike with the cane. I feel it land, and then bam ! The painful sensation hits like a runaway gearing. `` Oh my god '', I cry out, biting my own wrist to keep on from yelling. The adjacent three come so close together that they illicit a unity shrieking from me, and I ca n't lay off my hip from coming up off the sofa. I 'm crying freely now, wondering how I can ever pull through 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 very much ''.

'' Of course it hurts honey, there would n't be very much point otherwise would there ? ''. You push my hips back on to the sofa saying `` Now restrain still … I 'm almost done ''. You target the top of the inning of my thigh for the last eight strokes, four on each, and by the prison term You 're done, I 've pretty often yelled myself hoarse. I start to advance myself from the sofa but Your hand pushing on the back of my cervix stops me. I feel Your other manus fumbling with Your slide fastener, and then You sink Your knockout, throbbing hammer into my aching, wet kitty-cat, ramming it all the way in. We both groan out flash, and You 're pumping it into me voiceless and harder as I grind myself back against You. Just as I feel the first contraction of an coming beginning to happen, You pull out of me and spin around me around to front You. `` No '', You smile, `` This is the lesson in self control. You will not total 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 bland after all. `` But…but…Sir…I thought… I mean … ''

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

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

'' commodity. 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 - `` wellspring then… ? ``

I glance down at Your rooster and then wait back into Your eye as realisation dawns on me. I sink to my human knee in front of You and You wrap both Your hands in my hairsbreadth, whilst kicking my knees encompassing apart, saying `` Do n't you make bold try to fill up them… ''. I loose my mouthpiece and gently take up Your globe in, but You get impatient with this after only a few seconds, and draw out my head back to push Your by-now-huge cock deep into my sassing. I move up and down on it, feeling it nudge the back of my throat every time You push a bit boost. You start moving faster, pulling my point right into You, forcing Your tool all the way down my throat. You start spurting into me, growling, `` Swallow it all, bitch, every go drop ''. I suck on You and get down 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 horny pussy. `` I 'm definitely going to have to proceed you like this for a while '', You grin at me. I start to twist on Your bridge player, and You put two fingers inside my kitty while Your thumb itch my clit. I grind my pelvis troll, but soon ( too soon ! ) You move Your bridge player away saying, `` I think we 're in for a fun Night dear. I imagine you 're going to happen this role of the penalisation far worse than any infliction inflicted on you by my cane ''. You thrust one fingerbreadth, hard, up into my ass, and again badger my clit with Your thumb, `` Oh yes, I 'm really going to enjoy this…. ''