Eleven O’Clock

By the time Sir finishes my ten o’clock spanking, i feel like my ass is on fire.  Stinging and burning.  He’d used the short leather strap ~ it’s about 12 inches by 4 with a short handle.   He kept hitting me on the lower part of my ass, and upper thighs, two on one side, then two on the other.

At the sixth blow, i’m begging him to stop, and he does, just long enough to ask me if i want to be gagged.  Which i don’t.  After that, i limit myself to whimpers and moans, an occasional squeal, which i know he doesn’t mind a bit.

i slip into that space then, you know, where it doesn’t hurt in the same way, it’s intense and focused and feels right.  Painful, but like i can take it for days.  Instead of wriggling to get away, i feel my ass rising to meet the strap.

He finally gets to ten, and lets me slide off his lap.  “There,” he says, “Nicely tenderized now.  Let me see if you’re moisturized too.”  He laughs, and slides a hand between my legs.  My cunt is soaked, and i could cum with almost no encouragement, but he pulls his hand away.

“Very nice,” he says, pinching my nipples hard.   “Would you like to suck my cock?’

“Yes, Sir,” and i realize it’s true, i really do want to.  Very much.  Vaguely, i realize there are still people around us, but i’m totally focused on him.

The focus increases as he pulls his cock out, stroking it, letting me near it without touching.  i can see a drop of cum on the tip, smell his musky maleness and i want to touch, to lick.  He wraps his fist in my hair, allows me close enough to let the tip of my tongue caress him.

“Slowly,” he says.  “Show me how well you can do this, take your time.”

Eager to please, i work slowly and carefully, licking the length of his cock, using the tip of my tongue first and then the whole tongue, sucking the head of his cock, and then taking him deep into my throat.  He lets me set the pace for a while, then begins to direct ~

~ harder and faster, filling my mouth ~~

~~  hitting the back of my throat, making me gag ~

~ over and over, fucking my mouth in his rhythm now, his time ~

until he cums, filling my mouth and i struggle to swallow, tears running down my face.

When he is finished, i rest my head on his thigh, he strokes my head.  “Good girl,” he says.

He lets me rest there for a bit.  He is talking to people around us, but i am lost in my own world of contentment.  My ass is tender and tingling, and i feel tired and well-used.

After a while, i don’t know how long, he grasps my hair, raising my head to look at him.  “Hey,” he says, “You need to grab some breakfast.  Go to the bathroom if you need to, there’s some food out in the kitchen for you, time’s flying by.  Here ~ i’ll help you up.”

He helps me to my feet, i am a bit shaky, almost disoriented.  Diana is there, i had not noticed her coming in, and Sir hands me off to her.  She takes my arm gently, steers me toward the bathroom.

She lets me clean up, even washing the rouge off with the bidet, which almost makes me cum. Then we head for the kitchen, where they feed me an egg and some cantaloupe and strawberries.

i’m starting to feel back to normal again, if you can call it *normal* to be walking around naked with a red ass and an aching, throbbing hot pussy.

Diana leads me to the study, where a number of people are relaxing, reading, working on computers, or serving and being served.   Sir is there, he smiles at me and my nipples get hard, my pussy throbs even more.

i gesture that i’d like to sit at his feet, but he shakes his head.  Dismayed, my eyes fill with tears, why does he not want me there?  Gently, he says, “There’s not time for that, little one.  Almost 11.”

As he says it, the clock begins to chime.   “Come,” says Diana.  She takes my hand and leads me to the front of the room.  A spanking bench, prominently displayed, and she helps me kneel up on it, bend over.

My Master joins us, he stands beside me, a hand in my hair.   i cannot see what Diana is holding, but it whistles through the air and lands hard on my right cheek.  It’s something wide,  maybe a belt?  A bit wider than the strap Sir had used.

i cry out, and Sir slides a finger into my mouth.  “Suck,” he says, and i do, as the next blow lands on the other cheek.

Nine A.M.

The eight o’clock licks were much worse than the first seven.  Having to count one-one, two-two, as Diana did each side kind of made it hard to keep count too.  i think it was more like 10 on each side, but i couldn’t prove it.

Being wet, fresh from the shower, didn’t make it sting any less either.  i’ve always heard  that being wet makes it hurt more, and it sure seems like it to me.

i have to hurry again to get down to the dressing area.  i’m on breakfast duty and expected to be ready to serve at 9:00.   But first we help each other get ready.

It’s like a cross between a locker room and a harem.  The other submissives who are serving at breakfast are already part-way finished when i get there.   i quickly shed the thin robe i’m allowed to wear going through the halls and join them as we rub in lotion, dry and brush hair,  apply  make-up.

The valets are helping too, and Jon has me lie on my back with my legs spread wide while he runs the epilady over my pussy.  That hurts, but not as much as the pussy whipping he administers if you move, so i manage to lie perfectly still.

When he’s finished, he brushes his fingers over my skin lightly testing the smoothness.  i start to get up, but he shakes his head.  “Not yet,” he says, “Special instructions today.”

Carefully, he applies lipstick to my nether lips, a bright red that matches the color already on my lips – well, on my mouth.  i’m embarrassed.  It looks ~ i don’t know ~ it looks so vulgar, and i know that sounds silly, considering where i am and what i’m doing, but still i’m embarrassed.

And wet.  Jon slides two fingers inside me, making me gasp with shock and then with pleasure.  He smiles and withdraws them.  “Always available,” he says.  “I hear that’s your motto today.  This pretty pussy should remind everyone of that.  Now let’s do your nipples.”

He does, painting them a lurid red also, and holding up a hand mirror so i can see the effect.   i feel like there are arrows pointing to my breasts, my pussy and even my bright red mouth, as if i’m advertising that i want to be taken.  And really, i guess that’s the truth of the matter.

He pinches my nipples – hard – and then releases them.  He nods.  “Good, that didn’t smudge it at all, that color should last a long time.”

He helps me stand ~ just in time.  The clock chimes and i bend at the waist, not sure what to lean on or where to put my hands, but not wanting to be caught unprepared.  Jon is sitting on a low stool, he takes my hands and places them on his thighs.   He is still holding my hands when i feel a presence behind me, hands part my ass cheeks, stroke the crack between my cheeks, pausing at my asshole, which automatically puckers.

“That’s right,” it’s Diana’s voice, “tighten that asshole, and i’ll make sure they open it for you.”  But that only makes me more tense, and tighter, and she laughs.  That’s not a bit reassuring, but i don’t have time to worry about it.

“Do you want her mouth?” she says, and i realize she’s talking to Jon.

“I wouldn’t mind,” he says.

“Kneel,” she says, and i lower myself to the floor.  This puts me directly on a level with Jon’s cock.

“Push your ass up,” she says, a phrase i hate, but i do as she says.

Jon has taken out his cock, which is already hard.  He takes my hair from behind and raises my head, lowers it on his cock, pushing himself deep into my mouth.  i like his taste, and i begin to suck, working to focus on him and his pleasure.

Diana stands behind me, a bit to the side.  i can’t see what she’s holding, but i can tell when it lands on my ass ~ it’s the wooden spoon.  The cock in my mouth keeps me from crying out, but Jon moans, and i know he’s enjoying the extra vibration of my mouth.

“Jon, why don’t you count,” she says.

“Me?”  There’s laughter in his voice, and i think, o, no.  Then, “Sure I’ll be glad to count, let’s hope I can focus.”  He adds,  “The rest of you can go ahead and do what you need to be doing.”  For a moment, i’m confused by that, then I realize the other submissives and David, the other valet, have been watching this unfold.

“Go ahead, Diana,” Jon says, and the spoon lands again.

“One,” he says, thrusting his cock deeper into my mouth.

Eight A.M.

The first seven licks ~ well, fourteen, if you count one on each side ~ weren’t bad.  i think she was using a ruler, or some piece of wood about that size.  It stung, i squirmed, but it wasn’t too bad.

Not even when she uses it on my upper thighs, making me cry out.

When she is finished, she moves back, i am whimpering a bit, but i hear the zipper.  i’m going to get fucked, i think, and sure enough, he stands behind me, i can feel his jeans against my bare legs, feel the head of his cock pressing at my lips.

He slides into me and i cry out with pleasure, moving my ass back against him, taking him deeper into my hot cunt.  But he pulls out then, lightly slaps my ass.  “Not now,” he says.

He moves to my side, with hands on my shoulders he moves my body, i slide down to my knees and he sits where i had been lying.  He strokes his cock.

i lick my lips, yes, i would like to taste that, very much.   i look up at him, but he shakes his head.  No.

“Horny slut,” he says, smiling indulgently.  “Not now.  You may kiss my cock, but don’t put it in your mouth.”

Carefully, i kiss the offered cock, large and swollen, lightly, being careful not to even act like i’m going to do more.

“Good girl,” he says, as he pulls it away from me, stands.  “Maybe later,” he says.  “Time to start your day.”

He leaves, and Diana, who has spanked me, smiles.  “You have meditation next, right?” she asks.  i nod.  She says, “That’s cool, the chime will sound when your half hour is up,” and adds, laughing, “Not the clock – that won’t go off until 8.  But the bell will ring in half an hour.   Then you can shower and I’ll be back at 8.  Go pee if you need to, and then I want to see you on your knees, face down on the floor today.”

I rush to the bathroom, and hurry back, she’s waiting, so i kneel quickly, face down, ass raised.   She says, “The meditation theme is openness, availability.  See you at 8!”

i settle into position, try to compose myself to contemplate openness and being always available.   My hesitation to offer myself is what got me in this trouble in the first place.  i sigh a bit.

i try not to look for words, i try to focus on the openness of my body in this position.   The feeling of being told to open, the sense of responding to him rather than my own wants.

Time passes slowly, but i feel myself slipping deeper into that space where i am always available.  My legs spread wider, my ass hole relaxes, i am open and available.

And the bell rings.  It takes me a minute to gather myself,, to bring myself into the need to move, to shower.  But i do it quickly.   Awake at seven, thirty minutes of meditation, plus however long it took for the spanking and cock tease from my Master ~ well, it will have to be a quick shower if i’m going to be ready for Diana at 8.

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i am barely stepping out of the shower, still wet, when i hear the chimes, see Diana standing in the doorway.  i don’t hesitate, i turn so my back is to her, bend over, placing my hands on a stool we keep in the bathroom for a variety of purposes.

“Good girl,” she purrs, stepping behind me.  “All ready, and still wet.”  i hear a THWACK as she slaps something against ~ against her hand, i guess.  It doesn’t sound like the piece of wood she used last time.

No, as it lands on my right ass cheek, i know it isn’t, it’s the wide leather strap  O, shit.  That hurts already.  And being wet doesn’t help.

“You count this time,” she says.  “That’s one.”  The strap lands on my left ass cheek.

“Two,” i say.

“No, that’s one too,” she laughs, “One also, that is.  Wow, this could be confusing.  One on each side.  Let’s start again.”

Seven A.M.

i think it is his hands that awaken me, i am not sure if it’s a dream, but the hands are firm and insistent, spreading my thighs, parting the lips of my pussy.  i moan.

The clock chimes.  i have no idea what time it is, but i know there’s something i need to remember ~ in my foggy sleepiness, i’m not sure what it is… what… something from last night…

A hand on my waist, on my shoulder, he flips me so i’m lying face down.  Hands grasp my ankles and pull me across the bed.

My feet are on the floor; torso draped across the bed.  He taps the inside of my thighs, the signal to open my legs.

i am registering slowly, memory returning in snatches, but i spread my legs obediently.

“Good girl,” he says.  “Stay just like that.  That’s a lovely way to offer your ass.  It’s seven o’clock,” he says.  “Time to start.  Don’t move.”

He steps back, i can feel him move away from me, and someone else steps forward.  i feel a sharp THWACK across my left ass cheek.

“One,” she says.

Doing It Differently

“There is one thing I think I need to do differently,” He says.

i lean forward, fascinated.  “There is?”

“Yes,” He says thoughtfully, nodding, “I’ve been thinking about it, even watched a couple of videos, and I think there’s a change I need to make.”

Keeping my voice soft and low, not wanting to shift the mood, i ask, “What is it?”

“Aftercare!” He says, in the tones of one announcing the discovery of America.  “I need to do more aftercare.”

i’m a little surprised, but pleased.  You know, one’s Dominant wanting to give you more aftercare sounds like a great thing.  i’m still smiling when He says:

“BUT.   I haven’t been doing it because you have’t NEEDED aftercare.  I haven’t given you the kind of stripes that require aftercare.  That’s what I need to do first.  Give you some real serious stripes.”

My smile is weaker.  “O,” i say.  “Serious stripes?”

“Yeah,” complacent now,  “I need to really give you the kind of stripes that, without some aftercare, you’ll still be feeling them 3 or 4 days later.  Then we can do some aftercare.  Don’t you think?”

What can i say?  The tingle in my belly and the heat between my legs suggest it’s still not a bad idea.

“We’ll need to go from about a seven to a nine on the pain scale,” He says, “Really leave some marks.  Then maybe put some ice on them.  That would be good.  Don’t you think so?”

Well.  You know, it wasn’t my first thought when He said He wanted to do more aftercare.  But what can i say?  “Yes,” i say, half-smiling, part-excited, part-resigned,  “Yes, Sir, that sounds right to me.”

MORE on sitting

i know you won’t believe this, but i have still not been practicing sitting.

Did i think He was going to forget?  Am i testing the limits to see what He’ll do if i don’t obey?

i don’t know!  (Read that with a bit of a wail and a moan thrown into it, ok?)  i don’t knooooow what’s wrong with me!

So last night he asks me how my practice is going, and have i found the most comfortable way to use pillows to sit on the floor.

i giggle.

It’s not a great beginning, but He’s patient.  He asks more questions about it.  Talks about why it’s important to do.

He explains that He doesn’t want to make an expensive stool or buy anything unless He needs to.  He wants me to try with the pillows we have first.  Even try a towel rolled up if i need to.

i giggle.  i don’t want to, i just can’t seem to help it.  “Like a kinky DIY thing?” i say.  He agrees, it is just like that.

He is not amused.

He asks me if i appreciate the chair i’m sitting in.

i say i do.

Leaning forward, He asks, “Can you imagine what it would be like if you couldn’t sit on any of the furniture?  No office chairs, kitchen chairs, lawn chairs, no couches…”

i say “O,” and for a second, i have a flash of being allowed to sit only on the floor.  My pussy throbs.   i don’t feel so much like giggling.

He says, “If it were me, if I thought I might be in a situation where I wasn’t allowed to sit on the furniture, I would want to have found the best way to sit on the floor.  I’d want to know what combination of pillows made me the most comfortable.”

“Yes, Sir,” i say, and He really does have my attention now.

He points out that when people are serious about doing something, when they have a goal, it comes with a time frame.  He wants to know my timeframe for the pillow sitting practice.

i don’t know.

He says that on Tuesday, at some point on Tuesday, i can expect to lose the right to sit on furniture for a while.  For a few hours.  He says it might be helpful for me to have practiced by then.

i’m sure it will be.  i hope i’ll be ready.

Then He asks me what University Bullwinkle attended.

No i’m not kidding.  That’s what He wants to know next.  You know, Rocky and Bullwinkle ~ the old cartoon?  What university did Bullwinkle attend?

i have no idea.

Well, i do now, but i didn’t then.

So He takes me in the bedroom and bends me over the bed.  Panties down.  He spanks me soundly, with the belt i love and the little strip of wood that leaves some nice marks for a minute.  That’s to help me remember.

Wossamotta U.  That’s where Bullwinkle went.  {i had to google it to spell it, it sounds like ‘whatsamatter U’ – but you probably already knew that.}

No, Sir, i won’t ever forget that now.

After He makes sure my ass is red and stingy, He puts the nipple clamps on my tender nipples.  He fucks me, and makes me cum, over and over, before He uses me for His own pleasure.

When He’s finished, i can barely move, i’m so relaxed and happy.  He ties me securely by the ankle, as He always does, and lets me fall asleep on His side of the bed.

i wake up this morning feeling like Scarlett O’Hara the morning after with Rhett.  Well, except my ass is still a bit tingly.   But i’m almost purring happy.

Now, the big question is, will this motivate me?  Will i actually practice?  i think i will… i hope i do!  Or maybe i will end up testing His limits all the way to the end…  i hope i don’t do that!

How It Works

i don’t get how it works for real.  But i know this ~

Yesterday, i was a bit overwhelmed with sadness ~ too many bad things happening to people ~ people i know, people i don’t know ~ things that were painful, not fair, not right.  By last night, i was just a bit overwhelmed.

Apparently, i have a saturation point.  It’s as if i can absorb “x” amount of pain and sadness, but after that certain point, anything that’s the least bit sad just seems overwhelmingly painful.

This is a revelation in itself ~ the recognition that the reason i react strongly to things that might seem small when i’m trying to absorb too much pain and loss and grief and injustice and… yeah.  All that.

When Sir puts me to bed last night, i tell Him about it.

He strokes me a bit, after He encircles my right ankle with rope and binds me securely for the night.  His caress is firm.  He takes both my wrists in one hand, holding them together, and runs His other hand down my body.

Then there are spanks ~ quick, stinging, He watches my ass turn pink.  Just one cheek, the one that’s most convenient for Him.  i know, even spanks on alternate cheeks would be nice, but i’ve learned that i usually regret asking for that.

Then He’s done, He pulls the covers over me and kisses me.  i feel better.  Lots better.

i don’t understand how that works.  i just know it does.

Thank you, Sir.

How Many?

That’s what He wanted to know, as i was bent over the bed, skirt lifted, panties down.  “How many will it take to help remind you to keep that in mind?”

“That” was my assignment on sitting, which believe it or not, i had not made progress on.   We talked about why that was the case later, and clarified things, so this was not even a punishment, it was a reminder.

Right.

But in that moment, when He says “How many ~ how many with the cane?” i giggle {don’t ask me why!} and say “One?”

He says, “ONE?  How ’bout one SET of FORTY?  Do you think that would help you remember?”

Chastened, i say, “YES!  Yes, Sir, it would for sure!”

“Then count,” He says.

We get to 8 before i mess up and have to start over, but after that, i make it straight through.  Yikes.

He had hoped to leave me tingling all day, so He’s disappointed when the tingling fades way too soon.   A welt or two lingered, as He discovered last night, but they don’t hurt.  i don’t know how that con be , i can feel them when He touches them, but they don’t hurt.

Anyhow.  when He asks me about pain levels, i have to admit {honest slut that i am} that it was only between a 4 and a 6.  i think He will work on raising that level next time.

And this experience ties back into this post from jade.  She quotes another blog post by a Dominant who says, “slaves need physicality.”  

Yes.    We really do.  It doesn’t matter “how many?” For sure, one would NOT have been enough.

Thank you, Sir.   {Thank you} X {48} = A Happy Slave Girl.

Audition?

This is pretty funny ~ i just saw a new discussion posted in a submissive group on fetlife by someone named something like “SoloMaster” who says ~ and this is the whole discussion ~ “Who wants to audition for the role of my slave wife?”

That just made me snort with laughter.  Really?  Does he picture all the submissive girls jumping up and down, waving their hands in the air, going “Me, me, call on me!!”

So i giggle and i shake my head.  His post is against the rules of that particular group, so i imagine it’ll come down soon.  But it made me glad, in more ways than one, that i’m not seeking my one-true-Dom anymore.

It also reminded me of a movie we saw the other night ~ well, a porn video  ~ that was rather cleverly done.  The story line {yes, it had a story line} was about a young woman who goes for an audition to be in spanking porn movies.  It was very cute.

And then it was pretty hot.

They did two scenarios for the audition ~ one was her as an employee who had been on the internet instead of working and is punished with a spanking.  It had lots of the elements i like ~ different positions, counting, and just enough resistance on her part.

In the second scenario, she’s a college student getting tutored by her professor.   Of course, he believes in “old-fashioned corporal punishment” and dishes out plenty of it.  There were a couple of times in that one when i felt just a bit uncomfortable ~ after all, perpy professors have been know to prey on pretty students ~ but she did a lovely job of being awkward about showing her bottom ~ and if all the spanking got to be a bit tedious ~ well, Sir made up for that when i got my very own spanking and was put to bed.

Of course i don’t remember the name of the movie, although i’m sure Sir would if anyone wants to know.

We saw a couple of other spanking movies recently ~ yes, he roots them out of the internet for me ~ but they weren’t nearly as good.  One of them was a couple who had just started living together and the whole movie consisted of her not following his rules for being “green” and getting spanked for it.

She would whine and whinge while he spanked and spanked.  It was very ho-hum.

The next one was about two schoolgirls who sneak in a nun’s house and play with a Ouija board.  Of course they get caught and spanked by the nun, and later by a priest, but it got pretty ~ well, i thought it was kind of icky.  They made one of the girls kneel on salt ~ like rock salt ~ and pray while they beat the other one.  And there was lots of “religious” stuff in it, which also icked me out, i don’t much like linking kink and religion, even though there’s lots of potential connection there.

So i was thinking about the differences among the three movies and why i so much preferred the first one.  The back story on the first one ~ presenting her as this young woman who comes to apply for the job, and is nervous and eager ~ having her admit ahead of time {blushingly} that her boyfriend spanks her and she likes it ~ and because the spanking {although apparently a real spanking –  not done with mirrors or anything} was consensual on a couple of levels ~ those things made it feel much better to me.

But ultimately, the first movie had elements of submission and power exchange that the other two didn’t.  i may have a spanking fetish {ok, i do have a spanking fetish} but i also want that element of submitting my will to someone else.  And maybe that touch of humiliation when they make you do something you don’t want to do ~ change positions, count, whatever.

My favorite part of the audition movie was when the employer makes her say she’s going to get spanked on her “bare bottom.”  Her resistance to saying that, and his insistence that she say it, more than once ~ “Where are you going to get spanked?”  “~~~ on my ~~~ bare ~~~ bottom,” even now, it gives me a little shudder of pleasure…

Too Late…

Up too late last night, but fortunately after we got home, Sir still had enough energy to administer my nightly spanking.   He complained, though, that it was hurting His hand, whaling away on my poor butt, so He told me to ~

“Stay there ~ don’t move…”

and i can hear Him rooting around in the toy drawer.

“Something kind and gentle, please, Sir,” i say, my voice slightly muffled since i’m lying face down on the bed.

“Kind and gentle?” He says, “Like the paddle?”

“No, Sir,” giggling, “The paddle is NOT kind and gentle.”

“Hmpf,” He says,, and then *it* lands with a thud.

Ahhh, the belt.  Thudding because He’s using it folded over, so it doesn’t thwack, or have that lovely belt crrr-aaaack sound, it is more like a leather paddle, maybe.  Not that i’ve ever experienced a leather paddle, but still.

i love the belt.  Love, love, love it.  So i sigh and wriggle happily as He warms me up.  Then ~

“Let’s see what it’s like with some force behind it,” He says.

O!!  Nothing kind and gentle about that, right?  But still lovely.  And when He is finished, He tucks me in and leaves me to fall asleep happily, butt still tingling.