We 're on the sofa watching an ice-hockey friction match. You 're sitting at one end, and I 'm lying down with my capitulum in Your lap. You 're absently stroking my hair, and every now and then You reach down and soupcon my ass, rubbing your hand over it and occasionally pinching one of the still-fresh wale, smiling whenever I wince or flinch. You 're explaining the biz 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 capacity just to be there with You, enjoying Your skin senses. You try to explain one of the finer peak 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 fatal target around like it was a life-or-death thing. `` Why not just give them one each ? '' I ask, `` Would n't that pass water 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 dependable than to try to do that one…

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

'' Uh, yeah, certainly 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 expression. `` When I want you to cognise what I 'm doing, I 'll tell you. You 're going to memorize a moral in obedience and possession ''. I bring down my center and bow my mind slightly `` Yes Master '', I say quietly.

'' good. Now, what did I anticipate you last night ? ``

'' Last Night Sir ? Uh ? ``

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

'' Um, Sir, You … uh '', my psyche goes completely blank for a very long minute. `` Oh. right hand. You said You were going to, um, flog 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 diagonal when we got home - it 's now 12 strokes - BEFORE we go out ''. I unresolved my mouth ( foolishly, I know ) to protest, but before I can get a word out You say, `` And if I hear anymore bunk from you, it 'll be a XII more when we get back - and then every morning and evening for two workweek ''.

I close my mouth with a snap, resolving to behave myself and obey You immediately and without doubt 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 drab. 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, master copy, I 'll be safe I swear. '' You reach out and take my face in one of Your hands, `` I have a acquaintance, a Mistress, who would make out cypher better than to take a unruly little hard worker to penalise and amuse Herself with. Annoy me again tonight, and I 'll give you to Her for a week - and believe me, you wo n't enjoy a single 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 utter at all. You sigh and grinning tenderly at me, `` You are right to be afraid dear. But you do know, do n't you, that it 's all for your own thoroughly. You need to be corrected for your misunderstanding, for disobedience - what sort of maestro would I be if I let you get away with affair ? Hmmmm ? You need to remember one thing, and one thing only. Serving me is the most authoritative thing in your life - if I 'm felicitous, you 're happy. You seem to take forgotten this lately. ``

I nod unhappily at You, knowing everything You say is admittedly. You kiss me gently on the frontal bone and say to me softly, `` Go lave your boldness, convey my cane and be back here, set for me in 20 minutes. ``

'' Yes Master '' I reply, with mazed feelings. How can You be so hard, so unyielding and yet at the same metre be so bid and see ? I frown slightly to myself. You give me a yoke of light taps on the boldness, saying with a smile `` Go on now …you 're thinking too very much, and besides, you do n't need to hold open me waiting do you ? '' I grin at You and spring up quickly, shaking my headway. I look back as I get to the threshold and call 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 laundry my nerve with cold water, thinking how golden I am to have a master who cares enough to not let me get away with … well, with anything, and cares enough to not heed 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 endure it ) is re-assuring. I smile to myself, it means He must handle

I turn off the water and dry my face. Humming to myself, I wander into Your work and call up 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 Nox, and the hum stops abruptly. Shit. It 's going to injure 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 stripling dirt ? I sigh to myself, promising yet again to reform

I go back downstairs to expect for You. I sit on the sofa crossed legged with the cane across my lap, heading 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 legs 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 1st metre in a week you have n't kept me waiting for you. Are you ready ? ``

I nod my head vigorously, `` Yes passe-partout, absolutely ''.

'' goodness. Put the cane on the floor, come unit of ammunition to the back of the couch and bend over it ''.

I do as You command, placing my hands on the seat for balance. I feel You running Your handwriting 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 workweek - it 'll cave in you a unremitting reminder of me if cipher else ''.

I hear You laugh softly as a shiver runs through me. `` Spread your pegleg wide my beloved, we 're going to warm up you up a bit first ''. I spread my legs as wide as I can immediately, and feel You pushing me slightly forward so that my pelvic arch on the couch supporting all my weight. `` You will not impress from this lieu, you understand me ? I do n't like how much it hurts, or how badly you feel the need to proceed, you will appease put. ``

'' Yes Sir '', I whisper, trying to assure the vibration that threatens to buckle my knees. *Crack* the first lash of Your belt lands in the midriff of my tooshie, causing me to hitch my head up and cry out. The mo whiplash across the top of my second joint and burns. I cry out loud but manage to not move. The next few all domain on my ass, making me shrieking loudly and causing my ass to bug out burn and throbbing. `` Sir, please…God it hurts so much ! ! ! '' You stop. `` You want me to stop hitting your ass for a minute ? ``

'' Yes, just for a minute Sir '' I snivel.

'' Alright then '', You reply, and You kick my peg even further apart. `` Do n't propel '', You remind me threateningly. The next eyelash snaps up between my legs and collision me hard on my snatch, `` OOWW Godddamn '' I yell. The next two hit in exactly the same post and I feel the universe spinning around me, oblivious to everything except the pain. rent are streaming down my face. You leave my pussy alone for a while, concentrating the side by side fusillade of blast on my inner thighs. `` Master oh god I 'm so sorry please please please … ''

The swath hits me once more, very hard, on my pussy, and then I sense You walking around to the front of the lounge. I stay in situation, crying softly. After a hour I lift my head slightly and see You standing in movement of me holding Your cane. I let my head fall again and my hale body economic crisis. Somehow, inexplicably, I 'd managed to forget about it, the cane. But suddenly, it 's the most important thing in the human race, and it 's about to cause me incredibly intense pain. You pull my head up with one hand and kiss me farseeing and rich, then move away again with another reminder not to move. I feel You behind me once more, touching the hike and welts. `` Mmmm, I love seeing you like this, hurting from my strokes, offering yourself to me like this … you 're getting me so grueling '', and to prove Your point, You press Your groyne 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 matter of your disobedience 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 have a repeat performance any prison term soon '', and with that, You strike with the cane. I feel it land, and then bam ! The pain hits like a walkaway railroad train. `` Oh my god '', I cry out, biting my own wrist to keep from yelling. The succeeding three come so close together that they illicit a individual scream from me, and I ca n't stop my hips from coming up off the lounge. 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 Master '', I sob, `` but Sir, it hurts damn much ''.

'' Of line it hurts lamb, there would n't be practically point otherwise would there ? ''. You push my hip back on to the sofa saying `` Now hold still … I 'm almost done ''. You target the top side of my second joint for the finis eight strokes, four on each, and by the time You 're done, I 've pretty much yelled myself hoarse. I start to kick upstairs myself from the couch but Your hired man pushing on the rear of my neck stops me. I feel Your early paw fumbling with Your zipper, and then You sink Your hard, throbbing dick 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 number one compression of an sexual climax beginning to happen, You pull out of me and spin out me around to look You. `` No '', You smile, `` This is the deterrent example in self control. You will not issue forth 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 monotonous 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 … ''

'' Good. There is, however, no cause 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 wait back into Your eyes as fruition dawns on me. I sink to my knee joint in front of You and You wrap both Your hands in my haircloth, whilst kicking my knees wide apart, saying `` Do n't you dare try to close them… ''. I open my oral fissure and gently suck Your balls in, but You get impatient with this after only a few s, and overstretch my head back to bear on Your by-now-huge dick deep 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 head right into You, forcing Your cock all the way down my throat. You start spurting into me, growling, `` live with it all, gripe, every last drop ''. 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 fundament to kiss 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 squirm on Your hand, and You put two finger inside my pussy while Your thumb rubs my clit. I grind my hips round, 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 observe this part of the penalisation far worse than any pain inflicted on you by my cane ''. You thrust one finger, hard, up into my ass, and again taunt my clitoris with Your thumb, `` Oh yes, I 'm really going to delight this…. ''