Friday, August 10, 2007

“I was bad Master,” she said.

“Oh?”

“I had an ice cream.” She confessed.

“Without asking for permission?” I growled.

“Yes, Master.”

“You know what this means…”

“What does it mean, Master?’ she asked.

“Punishment.”

Resigned to her fate, she nodded. “Yes, Master.”

When we got home, I slipped into my leather pants and shirt, ordered her into the living room, naked from undressing out of her work clothes. “Grab a pillow and place it on the floor in front of me.” I said.

She did.

“Kneel between my legs, slave.”

She did. Her nakedness a stark contrast to my cold leather clothes. Where ever the material touched her skin, goosebumps rose. I had her repeat what she had told me. How she was bad.

“Are you ready for your punishment?” I asked. She nodded.

“What was that?” I prompted.

“Yes Master.” She quickly replied.

I motioned for her to lay over my lap, her ass raised before me, awaiting my strokes.

“How many strokes do you deserve as punishment?” I asked her. If she chose the number, she would only have herself to blame.

She gave the number. It was low, but a good starting point.

Fidgeting over my lap, my dick already hard, she tried to anticipate my strokes. When they finally came crashing down on her ass, she yelped. It was a little harder than she was used to. That’s why it’s called a punishment, slave!

All was now forgiven. I ordered her into our bedroom and proceeded to take my pleasure from her. She wound up quite enjoying that part of the evening!

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2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Well said.

Semega said...

Totally agreed!