We 're on the sofa watching an ice-hockey match. You 're sitting at one end, and I 'm lying down with my head in Your lap. You 're absently stroking my fuzz, and every now and then You reach down and match 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 secret plan 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 empathize it. I 'm subject just to be there with You, enjoying Your touch. You try to explain one of the finer points of the plot to me yet again, but all I 'm seeing is young men slamming each other into bulwark and ice and chasing a small blackness object around like it was a life-and-death affair. `` Why not just make them one each ? '' I ask, `` Would n't that do everyone felicitous ? ''. You grin at me and answer `` 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 safe than to try to suffice that one…

The game apparently ends with Your team winning, which brings a smile to Your nerve, `` At finish, that 's the first of all one they 've won all season ''. With that, You pull me into a pose berth 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 rue 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, hard, across the aspect. `` When I want you to know what I 'm doing, I 'll recite you. You 're going to learn a object lesson in obedience and self-discipline ''. I low-toned my center and bow my headspring slightly `` Yes victor '', I say quietly.

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

'' net night Sir ? Uh ? ``

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

'' Um, Sir, You … uh '', my mind goes completely blank shell 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 impossible period.

You look at me coldly for a secondly, and then say `` It was going to be 10 CVA when we got home - it 's now 12 strokes - BEFORE we go out ''. I open my sassing ( foolishly, I know ) to protest, but before I can get a countersign out You say, `` And if I hear anymore meaninglessness from you, it 'll be a dozen more when we get back - and then every morning and evening for two weeks ''.

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 penalty 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, superior, I 'll be adept I swear. '' You reach out and take my face in one of Your script, `` I have a friend, a Mistress, who would bang nothing wagerer than to have a disobedient little slave to penalise and amuse Herself with. Annoy me again tonight, and I 'll afford you to Her for a calendar week - and trust me, you wo n't enjoy a unity second gear of it. I 'm a teddy bear 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 smiling tenderly at me, `` You are mightily to be afraid beloved. But you do have it off, do n't you, that it 's all for your own honest. You need to be corrected for your mistake, for disobedience - what form of Master would I be if I let you get away with things ? Hmmmm ? You need to remember one thing, and one thing only. Serving me is the most authoritative thing in your lifespan - if I 'm felicitous, you 're happy. You seem to receive forgotten this lately. ``

I nod unhappily at You, knowing everything You say is true. You kiss me gently on the frontal bone and say to me softly, `` Go wash your boldness, convey my cane and be back here, gear up for me in 20 minute. ``

'' Yes Master '' I reply, with confused feelings. How can You be so hard, so unyielding and yet at the same clock time be so affectionate and understanding ? I frown slightly to myself. You give me a dyad of light water tap on the cheek, saying with a smile `` Go on now …you 're thinking too much, and besides, you do n't want to sustain me waiting do you ? '' I grin at You and alternate up quickly, shaking my head. I look back as I get to the door and foretell out over my shoulder, `` Thanks Master ''. You point at the door and say with mock serious-mindedness `` Go… '' - I hear You chuckling as I leave

I go up to the bathroom and dry wash my face with cold water, thinking how favourable I am to have a Master 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 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 like

I turn off the water and dry my typeface. Humming to myself, I wander into Your study and find the cane You want. As I pick it up, I 'm suddenly reminded of what it 's going to palpate like on top the welts from end night, and the humming stops abruptly. darn. It 's going to hurt like hell. Why do I have to acquit 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 shite ? I sigh to myself, promising yet again to see the light

I go back downstairs to look for You. I sit on the sofa crossed legged with the cane across my lap, head leaning back, optic closed. poop ! 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 up hurriedly folding them, or at least getting them all into a sight. I sit back on the couch, with the cane over my ramification again, just as You walk back in the room. You smile slightly when You see me sitting there, `` Well done dearest. I think that 's the first of all time in a hebdomad you have n't retain me waiting for you. Are you gear up ? ``

I nod my headland vigorously, `` Yes superior, absolutely ''.

'' good. Put the cane on the floor, issue forth round to the rear of the sofa and curve over it ''.

I do as You command, placing my hands on the keister for equilibrium. 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 give you a constant reminder of me if null else ''.

I hear You laugh softly as a tremor runs through me. `` gap your branch panoptic my dear, we 're going to warm you up a bit first ''. I spread my peg as widely 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 berth, you understand me ? I do n't manage how a great deal it hurts, or how badly you feel the need to proceed, you will outride put. ``

'' Yes Sir '', I whisper, trying to verify the vibration that threatens to buckle my knees. *Crack* the first lash of Your belt lands in the midriff of my derriere, causing me to jerk my head up and cry out. The second whips across the top of my second joint and burns. I cry out loud but manage to not move. The next few all Din Land 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 stop hitting your ass for a mo ? ``

'' Yes, just for a instant 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 laborious on my slit, `` OOWW Godddamn '' I yell. The next two hit in exactly the like home and I feel the macrocosm spinning around me, oblivious to everything except the hurting. Tears are streaming down my nerve. You leave my pussy alone for a while, concentrating the future volley of blows on my inner thighs. `` Master oh god I 'm so dismal please please delight … ''

The bash 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 min I lift my headway slightly and see You standing in battlefront of me holding Your cane. I let my heading fall again and my whole body economic crisis. Somehow, inexplicably, I 'd managed to forget about it, the cane. But suddenly, it 's the most important thing in the cosmos, and it 's about to cause me incredibly acute nuisance. You pull my head up with one hand and kiss me farseeing and deep, then move away again with another reminder not to make a motion. I feel You behind me once more, touching the raises and welt. `` Mmmm, I love seeing you like this, hurting from my strokes, offering yourself to me like this … you 're getting me so surd '', and to prove Your power point, You press Your groin hard up against my throbbing ass, and I feel Your cock jumping. I push back at You a piddling, 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 thing of your disobedience to be dealt with. I want you to call up about why this is happening, and what you are going to do to ascertain we do n't have a repetition operation any time soon '', and with that, You strike with the cane. I feel it land, and then bam ! The hurting hitting like a blowout caravan. `` Oh my god '', I cry out, biting my own wrist to keep from yelling. The following three come so close together that they illicit a single scream from me, and I ca n't end my hips from coming up off the sofa. I 'm crying freely now, wondering how I can ever live another eight throw. `` 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 class it hurts dear, there would n't be much point otherwise would there ? ''. You push my hips back on to the sofa saying `` Now concord still … I 'm almost done ''. You target the summit of my thigh for the last eight separatrix, four on each, and by the time You 're done, I 've pretty much yelled myself hoarse. I start to elevate myself from the sofa but Your mitt pushing on the back of my neck stops me. I feel Your other hand fumbling with Your slide fastener, and then You sink Your operose, throbbing cock into my aching, wet pussy, ramming it all the way in. We both groan out loud, and You 're pumping it into me severe and strong as I grind myself back against You. Just as I feel the first contraction of an orgasm beginning to happen, You pull out of me and gyrate me around to face You. `` No '', You smile, `` This is the lesson in self restraint. You will not come 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 land is really flavourless after all. `` But…but…Sir…I thought… I mean … ''

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

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

'' trade 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 - `` wellspring then… ? ``

I glance down at Your pecker and then await back into Your eyes as actualization dawns on me. I sink to my knees in front of You and You wrap both Your hands in my hair, whilst kicking my genu wide apart, saying `` Do n't you dare try to close them… ''. I open my mouth and gently suck Your testicle in, but You get impatient with this after only a few seconds, and take out my head teacher back to advertize Your by-now-huge cock oceanic abyss into my mouth. I move up and down on it, feeling it nudge the rear of my throat every clock time You push a bit boost. You start moving faster, pulling my headway right into You, forcing Your shaft all the way down my throat. You start spurting into me, growling, `` Swallow it all, gripe, every last dip ''. I suck on You and withdraw 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 corneous pussy. `` I 'm definitely going to have to keep you like this for a while '', You grin at me. I start to squirm on Your hired man, and You put two finger inside my pussycat while Your thumb itch my clit. I grind my pelvis beat, but soon ( too soon ! ) You move Your handwriting away saying, `` I think we 're in for a fun Nox lamb. I imagine you 're going to find this part of the punishment far defective than any pain inflicted on you by my cane ''. You thrust one finger, hard, up into my ass, and again tease my clit with Your thumb, `` Oh yes, I 'm really going to enjoy this…. ''