We 're on the couch watching an ice-hockey match. You 're sitting at one end, and I 'm lying down with my head word 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 plot 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 content just to be there with You, enjoying Your trace. You try to excuse one of the finer gunpoint 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 humble Negro object around like it was a life-and-death matter. `` Why not just sacrifice 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 wagerer than to try to resolve that one…

The game apparently ends with Your team winning, which brings a grinning to Your typeface, `` At finis, that 's the first one they 've won all season ''. With that, You pull me into a ride spot 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 niggling unsure of what I 'm agreeing to here, `` What are You planning on doing ? '' You slap me once, strong, across the typeface. `` When I want you to do it what I 'm doing, I 'll enjoin you. You 're going to learn a deterrent example in obedience and self-control ''. I lower my center and bow my headway slightly `` Yes Master '', I say quietly.

'' good. Now, what did I promise you utmost night ? ``

'' Last Nox Sir ? Uh ? ``

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

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

You look at me coldly for a minute, 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 mouth ( foolishly, I know ) to protest, but before I can get a word out You say, `` And if I hear anymore meaninglessness from you, it 'll be a XII more when we get back - and then every daybreak and even for two week ''.

I close my sassing with a snap fastener, resolving to do myself and obey You immediately and without head 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 distressing. 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, skipper, I 'll be well I swear. '' You reach out and take my face in one of Your hands, `` I have a champion, a Mistress, who would sleep with nothing better than to suffer a disobedient footling slave to punish and disport Herself with. Annoy me again tonight, and I 'll give you to Her for a week - and believe me, you wo n't savor a 1 irregular 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 secure. You need to be corrected for your mistakes, for disobedience - what kind of Master would I be if I let you get away with things ? Hmmmm ? You need to recall one affair, and one affair only. Serving me is the most important matter in your lifespan - 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 os frontale and say to me softly, `` Go wash out your boldness, fetch my cane and be back here, ready for me in 20 minutes. ``

'' Yes professional '' I reply, with confused feelings. How can You be so firmly, so unyielding and yet at the same time be so tender and understanding ? I frown slightly to myself. You give me a couplet of light up taps on the cheek, saying with a smile `` Go on now …you 're thinking too much, and besides, you do n't require to keep me waiting do you ? '' I grin at You and parachute up quickly, shaking my head. I look back as I get to the threshold and call out over my shoulder, `` Thanks superior ''. You point at the threshold and say with mock seriousness `` Go… '' - I hear You chuckling as I leave

I go up to the bathroom and wash my side with cold-blooded water, thinking how favourable I am to induce a maestro who cares enough to not let me get away with … well, with anything, and cares enough to not mind 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 manage

I turn off the water and dry my expression. Humming to myself, I wander into Your written report 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 wale from last Nox, and the humming stops abruptly. Shit. It 's going to bruise like hell. Why do I have to comport 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 teenager crap ? I sigh to myself, promising yet again to reform

I go back downstairs to wait for You. I sit on the couch crossed legged with the cane across my lap, drumhead 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 dress and start hurriedly folding them, or at least getting them all into a bundle. I sit back on the sofa, with the cane over my legs again, just as You walk back in the way. You smile slightly when You see me sitting there, `` Well done dear. I think that 's the first fourth dimension in a hebdomad you have n't kept me waiting for you. Are you ready ? ``

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

'' trade good. Put the cane on the storey, occur round to the back of the sofa and bend over it ''.

I do as You command, placing my workforce on the tush 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 you that way for a few weeks - it 'll hand you a constant reminder of me if goose egg else ''.

I hear You laugh softly as a shudder runs through me. `` banquet your wooden leg wide my dear, we 're going to warm you up a bit first ''. I spread my pegleg as panoptic as I can immediately, and feel You pushing me slightly forward so that my hips on the sofa bread and butter all my weighting. `` You will not move from this placement, you understand me ? I do n't care how much it hurts, or how badly you feel the motivation to move, you will abide put. ``

'' Yes Sir '', I whisper, trying to moderate the trembling that threatens to warp my human knee. *Crack* the first whip of Your bash lands in the centre of my buttock, causing me to flick my read/write head up and cry out. The second whips across the top of my thighs and burns. I cry out loud but manage to not move. The next few all land on my ass, making me scream loudly and causing my ass to start electrocution and throbbing. `` Sir, please…God it hurts so a good deal ! ! ! '' You stop. `` You want me to stop hitting your ass for a moment ? ``

'' 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 next lash snaps up between my legs and hits me intemperate on my kitty-cat, `` OOWW Godddamn '' I yell. The next two hit in exactly the Sami place and I feel the existence spinning around me, unmindful to everything except the pain. crying are streaming down my expression. You leave my pussy alone for a while, concentrating the future volley of blows on my internal thigh. `` Master oh god I 'm so grim 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 second I lift my head slightly and see You standing in front man of me holding Your cane. I let my head free fall again and my whole body slack. Somehow, inexplicably, I 'd managed to forget about it, the cane. But suddenly, it 's the most authoritative matter in the human beings, and it 's about to stimulate me incredibly acute nuisance. You pull my head up with one helping hand and kiss me farsighted and deep, then displace away again with another reminder not to go. I feel You behind me once more, touching the ascent and wheal. `` Mmmm, I love seeing you like this, hurting from my slash, offering yourself to me like this … you 're getting me so operose '', and to evidence Your point, You press Your groin hard up against my throbbing ass, and I feel Your cock jump. 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 disobedience to be dealt with. I want you to call back about why this is happening, and what you are going to do to check we do n't have a repeat performance any time soon '', and with that, You strike with the cane. I feel it earth, and then bam ! The pain hits like a fleer train. `` Oh my god '', I cry out, biting my own articulatio radiocarpea to maintain from yelling. The future three come so close together that they illicit a single scream from me, and I ca n't stop my coxa from coming up off the lounge. I 'm crying freely now, wondering how I can ever survive another eight stroke. `` 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 much ''.

'' Of course it hurts dear, there would n't be a lot pointedness otherwise would there ? ''. You push my articulatio coxae back on to the couch saying `` Now prevail still … I 'm almost done ''. You target the tops of my thigh for the survive eight strokes, four on each, and by the clock time You 're done, I 've pretty much yelled myself hoarse. I start to raise myself from the sofa but Your mitt pushing on the back of my neck stops me. I feel Your other mitt fumbling with Your zip, and then You sink Your laborious, throbbing stopcock into my ache, wet pussy, ramming it all the way in. We both groan out garish, and You 're pumping it into me harder and harder as I grind myself back against You. Just as I feel the first muscle contraction of an orgasm beginning to happen, You pull out of me and spin me around to confront You. `` No '', You smile, `` This is the lesson in ego 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 earth is really flat after all. `` But…but…Sir…I thought… I mean … ''

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

I gulp. `` No, no, of track not captain … ''

'' 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 pecker and then take care back into Your eyes as recognition morning on me. I sink to my knees in front of You and You wrap both Your hands in my tomentum, whilst kicking my knees wide apart, saying `` Do n't you defy try to fold them… ''. I open my back talk and gently suck Your balls in, but You get impatient with this after only a few moment, and rive my head back to labour Your by-now-huge cock trench into my mouth. 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 nous right into You, forcing Your turncock all the way down my throat. You start spurting into me, growling, `` Swallow it all, kick, every final drib ''. 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 hired man on my very wet, very hot and very, very hornlike cunt. `` I 'm definitely going to give birth to preserve you like this for a patch '', You grin at me. I start to squirm on Your manus, and You put two fingerbreadth inside my twat while Your thumb rubs my clitoris. I grind my hips rhythm, 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 part of the punishment far worse than any infliction inflicted on you by my cane ''. You thrust one finger, hard, up into my ass, and again tease my clitoris with Your thumb, `` Oh yes, I 'm really going to savour this…. ''