0 comments/ 33026 views/ 11 favorites Pet's Punishment By: Nightii_ pet Pet was nervously pacing the floor, waiting for her Master to arrive. She knew she was in trouble again and she feared what her Master's punishment would be this time. He was surely beginning to tire of her willfulness. She loved him so and would do anything he asked of her. She wanted nothing but to serve him, to bring him pleasure yet there was a naughty streak inside her that she could not seem to control. She was grateful her Master had patience but she also knew it could wear thin. She had groomed herself carefully for this evening. She had taken a hot bath and washed her hair. Her long dark tresses were shining in the candlelight. She was cleanly shaven; even her pussy was as smooth as silk. The light scent of her perfume lingered in the air. Jeweled nipple clips adorned her full breasts and the light reflected off the silver chain suspended between them as she moved about the room. She stopped for a moment, debating on whether or not she should remove the matching clit clip. Every time she took a step, she could feel it tugging at her clit. She was in enough trouble already from cumming without Master's permission. She decided to try and leave it in place, as she knew Master loved the look of it on her. She suddenly heard Master's key turn in the lock. She grabbed her collar and ran to the door. She quickly knelt at his feet, kissed her collar and held it up to him for him to fasten it around her throat. "Hello, pet," he said indifferently as he carefully stepped over her, ignoring the collar. She felt the tears spring to her lowered eyes. He had never not put her collar on her upon his arrival. She was terrified she had pushed him too far this time. She crawled over to where he now sat reading the newspaper. "Master," she dared to whisper as she knelt at his feet. "What is it, pet?" he asked as he continued to scan the paper. "Master, my...my collar..." she stammered. "What about your collar, pet?" "Master, you did not put my collar on me," she said weakly. "There's no need to state the obvious to me, pet. I am well aware of my actions," he said without looking up from the paper. She felt the hot tears now streaming down her face. She was in deep trouble and she knew it. How was she ever going to rectify this, she wondered. She could contain herself no longer. Throwing herself at his feet, sobbing, she implored "Master, please, I beg you with all that is in me, please place my collar around my neck. Please Master, I am begging you!" He looked over the top of the paper at his beloved pet, sobbing her heart out at his feet. He loved her dearly, but she must learn to behave properly and to obey him. He could not allow her to do otherwise. "Why, pet," he said, "I'm surprised it means that much to you. Obviously I don't." "Oh Master, you mean the WORLD to me," she cried. "You are everything to me, you keep me safe and warm and you look after me and you are a kind and patient and loving Master and I love you with all my heart! Why would you say that, Master?" "Those are merely words, pet. You say them every time you get into trouble. Yet you cannot even obey the simplest command such as no cumming without my permission. I am beginning to wonder whether or not I should release you." The thought of releasing her nearly killed him, although he had no intention of doing so. The thought of her with another man, another Master, nearly drove him insane. But he could not let her know that, not right now. She needed to learn this lesson well. "Release me?" She sat bolt upright without even thinking, her hazel eyes wide with fear. "Oh Master, no! Please no! Please punish me as severely as you wish and I will not as much as whimper! But please, please do not release me, I beg of you," she cried as she clung to him, still clutching her collar. He looked down into her eyes, those eyes he loved so well. He always felt as if he was looking straight into her soul, she was so open with him. He had seen those eyes hot with desire as he made love to her, night after night, her passion unquenchable. And right now she was incredibly beautiful....that tear-stained face, those gorgeous nipples, hard within their clips, begging for him to suck them. He felt himself growing hard as he looked at her. But he knew what must be done. "Well, pet, I don't know. Your actions speak for themselves. However...perhaps an appropriate punishment..." ""Yes, Master, please...any punishment you deem fit for my disobedience, I will suffer gladly," she said, once again having returned to proper slave position with her eyes lowered. "I see. Yes, you will suffer this time, my precious pet," he said. "Shall I fetch the crop for you, Master?" "The crop? No, I don't think we'll need the crop this time," he said. Her heart began to pound. The crop was the worst punishment he had ever inflicted on her before, although she could tell his heart was not in it when he had used it on her. The marks it had left subsided very quickly. What could he be thinking of that was worse than the crop? He set aside the paper. This was going to be the most difficult thing he had ever done and he knew it. He prayed for the strength to carry it through. But he knew they would both benefit from the lesson she was about to learn. "Yes, Master," she whispered. She wondered if he knew how frightened she was. But she must be strong. And she must learn to obey her Master. "Put your collar down on the table, pet, and bring me the cuffs from the bedroom." She laid her collar reverently on the table next to him, jumped to her feet and flew to the bedroom, pulling a pair of handcuffs from the dresser drawer. She returned to him and knelt once more at his feet, offering him the cuffs. "Hold out your hands, pet," he said. She held out her hands in front of her and he placed the pair of cuffs around her wrists. "Now, resume your position at my feet," he commanded. "Yes, Master," she said, wondering what possible torture was in store for her. "Now, pet, you have my permission to look at me. Look up, pet." She slowly raised her eyes, meeting his. The connection was intense between them. She watched as her Master stood, slowly unzipping his pants. She felt her heart would stop as she watched him remove his now stiff cock from his pants. "Yes, you like that, don't you, my pet," he said, barely able to breathe himself. The scent of her excitement was reaching him and he knew her pussy would be drenched. "Oh yes, Master," she said breathlessly as she watched him begin to stroke himself. "You have permission to touch yourself, pet. You may touch your nipples." She hesitated only slightly, not knowing where this was leading. What sort of punishment was this? She raised her cuffed hands up to her breast and began to roll one of her nipples. Her clit began to throb immediately. Her Master's actions and his hard cock mesmerized her. She wished she could just have a taste of his cock. She loved the feel of his hardness inside her mouth. "Would you like a taste, my pet?" he asked as if reading her mind, once again praying for strength. "Yes, Master, I would love to taste you," she said as she moved towards him and opened her mouth to receive him. He held his breath as she took him fully into her mouth. He felt her little pink tongue running around the tip as she instinctively began to suck. It took every once of strength he possessed to pull it away from her mouth. "Master? I do not please you?" She looked surprised. "Oh, my pet, you please me very much indeed. But it is no punishment for you if I allow you to suck my cock," he stated matter-of-factly. She sat back on her heels, stunned, as the knowledge of what her punishment was to be started to sink in. "Now, pet, I want you to rub your little clit. You know, the one you are so fond of rubbing without my permission." Even with her hands cuffed, she could still easily reach her swollen clit. She reluctantly began to lightly rub it, trying not to think about cumming as she did so. As she did this, her Master bent down and began to run his tongue over her nipple. She whimpered as she felt the warmth of his tongue on her sensitive nipples. He grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head back so she was looking straight into his intense green eyes. "Whimper again and it's the sting of the crop you will feel, my precious one. You said I could levy the cruelest of punishments and you would not utter a sound," he reminded her. "Keep rubbing that little clit of yours. Did I give you permission to stop?" "No, Master, you did not give me permission to stop rubbing myself," she stammered, barely able to put together a sentence. As she continued rubbing herself, she could see a small drop of cum that had gathered on the tip of her Master's cock. Oh, how she longed to taste it. He knew from watching her she would be close to cumming by now. He began to stroke himself faster, his breathing ragged. He noticed her hand movements stroking her pussy increased to match his own. "Master, I need to cum, please," she whispered. The aching inside her was overwhelming. "NO! You will NOT cum! Not until I give you permission! You keep rubbing and you watch me," he ordered. She would have sold her soul to have his cock in her mouth at that moment. She knew just how hard he could get and she adored the pleasure she knew she brought him as he would cum in her mouth. She tried not to think of cumming, tried not to think of the sweet taste of her Master's cum but it was to no avail. Her heart was pounding as she continued to rub her clit and watch her Master stroke himself. "Now, my precious pet, you will watch as I cum and spill my seed onto the ground in front of you," he said hoarsely. His eyes raked over her luscious naked body as he watched her finger herself, wishing he were inside of her, thinking of how warm and welcoming she would be. He comforted himself with the thought of what pleasures she would have to offer him later. "Yes, Master," she whispered, her eyes filling with tears as she tried not to cum. And she watched as his cock began to spurt it's beautiful cum onto the floor in front of her. He heard his soft familiar moan, the one she loved so well and she wanted to die as she realized what punishment she had brought to them both. "Master...I beg you...please...I am going to c-c-cum if I keep rubbing myself!" "NO! I thought I made myself clear! NO CUMMING until I say so! You may stop touching yourself," he commanded. Grateful for the momentary reprieve, she quickly took her hand away before she accidentally came. She soon realized her reprieve was all too short, as her Master pulled her to her feet. Never taking his eyes off her face, he reached down and sank two fingers inside her soaking pussy. Remembering the threat of the crop, she held her silence by biting her lower lip. He felt himself growing hard again, feeling her wetness, knowing it was his presence that caused it. He began to rub her throbbing clit with his thumb, sinking another finger into her ass. He lowered his head to her nipple and began to suck. He felt her go weak in the knees. "Stand up straight, my pet, and no cumming without permission," he whispered next to her ear. She prayed to gods unknown to help her, for she did not know at that moment how she would not cum. Her Master's touch was the most erotic she had ever known. She wanted to cum at the sound of his voice alone. He knew she would not last much longer and he felt she had learned her lesson. He continued to rub her clit, harder now, and he noticed she was barely breathing as she watched him. He softly kissed her neck, marveling at the strength of his beautiful pet. As he kissed her lips, her tongue rushed to meet his own. "You may cum now, my beauty," he said quietly. And no sooner did the words leave his mouth, than he felt her cumming over his fingers, her sweet warm juices flowing over his hand as he felt the hard and fast contractions of her pussy. "OOOOOOOHHHHH MASTERRRRRRR!" she cried, her tears flowing at the release of her tension. Sobbing, she lay against his chest as he stroked her soft hair, comforting her. "Now, my pet," he said tilting her face up to meet his, "have we learned our lesson about cumming? You know, pet, this punishes me as well as you." "Yes, Master, and I beg your forgiveness. I will NEVER cum again without your permission. I swear it!" "Well, we shall see...won't we, my pet," he said to her. He reached for the key and removed the cuffs from her wrists, noticing the red welts they had left as she had struggled not to cum. He picked up her collar off the table where she had laid it earlier and fastened it securely around her neck, kissing her deeply as he did so. "I love you, my pet, never forget that." "And I love you, Master, with all my heart," she said to him. "Now, pet, whatever shall we do about this raging hard-on I've developed?", he said as he smiled at her. "I have a few ideas, Master," she said, smiling back at him through her tears. "Perhaps you might want to lie on the bed and allow your pet to take care of that for you." He laughed as he tweaked her clit, knowing she would squeal in pleasure, as he followed her into their bedroom in anticipation of what was to come....praying she would obey him from now on...and yet loving her spirit, knowing it would get her into trouble time and time again....and even so, he loved her now...as he would forever. Pet's Punishment Pet was nervously pacing the floor, waiting for her Master to arrive. She knew she was in trouble again and she feared what her Master's punishment would be this time. He was surely beginning to tire of her willfulness. She loved him so and would do anything he asked of her. She wanted nothing but to serve him, to bring him pleasure yet there was a naughty streak inside her that she could not seem to control. She was grateful her Master had patience but she also knew it could wear thin. She had groomed herself carefully for this evening. She had taken a hot bath and washed her hair. Her long dark tresses were shining in the candlelight. She was cleanly shaven; even her pussy was as smooth as silk. The light scent of her perfume lingered in the air. Jeweled nipple clips adorned her full breasts and the light reflected off the silver chain suspended between them as she moved about the room. She stopped for a moment, debating on whether or not she should remove the matching clit clip. Every time she took a step, she could feel it tugging at her clit. She was in enough trouble already from cumming without Master's permission. She decided to try and leave it in place, as she knew Master loved the look of it on her. She suddenly heard Master's key turn in the lock. She grabbed her collar and ran to the door. She quickly knelt at his feet, kissed her collar and held it up to him for him to fasten it around her throat. "Hello, pet," he said indifferently as he carefully stepped over her, ignoring the collar. She felt the tears spring to her lowered eyes. He had never failed to collar her upon his arrival. She was terrified she had pushed him too far this time. She crawled over to where he now sat reading the newspaper. "Master," she dared to whisper as she knelt at his feet. "What is it, pet?" he asked as he continued to scan the paper. "Master, my...my collar..." she stammered. "What about your collar, pet?" "Master, you did not put my collar on me," she said weakly. "There's no need to state the obvious to me, pet. I am well aware of my actions," he said without looking up from the paper. She felt the hot tears now streaming down her face. She was in deep trouble and she knew it. How was she ever going to rectify this, she wondered. She could contain herself no longer. Throwing herself at his feet, sobbing, she implored "Master, please, I beg you with all that is in me, please place my collar around my neck. Please Master, I am begging you!" He looked over the top of the paper at his beloved pet, sobbing her heart out at his feet. He loved her dearly, but she must learn to behave properly and to obey him. He could not allow her to do otherwise. "Why, pet," he said, "I'm surprised it means that much to you. Obviously I don't." "Oh Master, you mean the WORLD to me," she cried. "You are everything to me, you keep me safe and warm and you look after me and you are a kind and patient and loving Master and I love you with all my heart! Why would you say that, Master?" "Those are merely words, pet. You say them every time you get into trouble. Yet you cannot even obey the simplest command such as no cumming without my permission. I am beginning to wonder whether or not I should release you." The thought of releasing her nearly killed him, although he had no intention of doing so. The thought of her with another man, another Master, nearly drove him insane. But he could not let her know that, not right now. She needed to learn this lesson well. "Release me?" She sat bolt upright without even thinking, her hazel eyes wide with fear. "Oh Master, no! Please no! Please punish me as severely as you wish and I will not as much as whimper! But please, please do not release me, I beg of you," she cried as she clung to him, still clutching her collar. He looked down into her eyes, those eyes he loved so well. He always felt as if he was looking straight into her soul, she was so open with him. He had seen those eyes hot with desire as he made love to her, night after night, her passion unquenchable. And right now she was incredibly beautiful……that tear-stained face, those gorgeous nipples, hard within their clips, begging for him to suck them. He felt himself growing hard as he looked at her. But he knew what must be done. "Well, pet, I don't know. Your actions speak for themselves. However...perhaps an appropriate punishment..." ""Yes, Master, please...any punishment you deem fit for my disobedience, I will suffer gladly," she said, once again having returned to proper slave position with her eyes lowered. "I see. Yes, you will suffer this time, my precious pet," he said. "Shall I fetch the crop for you, Master?" "The crop? No, I don't think we'll need the crop this time," he said. Her heart began to pound. The crop was the worst punishment he had ever inflicted on her before, although she could tell his heart was not in it when he had used it on her. The marks it had left subsided very quickly. What could he be thinking of that was worse than the crop? He set aside the paper. This was going to be the most difficult thing he had ever done and he knew it. He prayed for the strength to carry it through. But he knew they would both benefit from the lesson she was about to learn. "Yes, Master," she whispered. She wondered if he knew how frightened she was. But she must be strong. And she must learn to obey her Master. "Put your collar down on the table, pet, and bring me the cuffs from the bedroom." She laid her collar reverently on the table next to him, jumped to her feet and flew to the bedroom, pulling a pair of handcuffs from the dresser drawer. She returned to him and knelt once more at his feet, offering him the cuffs. "Hold out your hands, pet," he said. She held out her hands in front of her and he placed the pair of cuffs around her wrists. "Now, resume your position at my feet," he commanded. "Yes, Master," she said, wondering what possible torture was in store for her. "Now, pet, you have my permission to look at me. Look up, pet." She slowly raised her eyes, meeting his. The connection was intense between them. She watched as her Master stood, slowly unzipping his pants. She felt her heart would stop as she watched him remove his now stiff cock from his pants. "Yes, you like that, don't you, my pet," he said, barely able to breathe himself. The scent of her excitement was reaching him and he knew her pussy would be drenched. "Oh yes, Master," she said breathlessly as she watched him begin to stroke himself. "You have permission to touch yourself, pet. You may touch your nipples." She hesitated only slightly, not knowing where this was leading. What sort of punishment was this? She raised her cuffed hands up to her breast and began to roll one of her nipples. Her clit began to throb immediately. Her Master's actions and his hard cock mesmerized her. She wished she could just have a taste of his cock. She loved the feel of his hardness inside her mouth. "Would you like a taste, my pet?" he asked as if reading her mind, once again praying for strength. "Yes, Master, I would love to taste you," she said as she moved towards him and opened her mouth to receive him. He held his breath as she took him fully into her mouth. He felt her little pink tongue running around the tip as she instinctively began to suck. It took every once of strength he possessed to pull it away from her mouth. "Master? I do not please you?" She looked surprised. "Oh, my pet, you please me very much indeed. But it is no punishment for you if I allow you to suck my cock," he stated matter-of-factly. She sat back on her heels, stunned, as the knowledge of what her punishment was to be started to sink in. "Now, pet, I want you to rub your little clit. You know, the one you are so fond of rubbing without my permission." Even with her hands cuffed, she could still easily reach her swollen clit. She reluctantly began to lightly rub it, trying not to think about cumming as she did so. As she did this, her Master bent down and began to run his tongue over her nipple. She whimpered as she felt the warmth of his tongue on her sensitive nipples. He grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head back so she was looking straight into his intense green eyes. "Whimper again and it's the sting of the crop you will feel, my precious one. You said I could levy the cruelest of punishments and you would not utter a sound," he reminded her. "Keep rubbing that little clit of yours. Did I give you permission to stop?" "No, Master, you did not give me permission to stop rubbing myself," she stammered, barely able to put together a sentence. As she continued rubbing herself, she could see a small drop of cum that had gathered on the tip of her Master's cock. Oh, how she longed to taste it. He knew from watching her she would be close to cumming by now. He began to stroke himself faster, his breathing ragged. He noticed her hand movements stroking her pussy increased to match his own. "Master, I need to cum, please," she whispered. The aching inside her was overwhelming. "NO! You will NOT cum! Not until I give you permission! You keep rubbing and you watch me," he ordered. She would have sold her soul to have his cock in her mouth at that moment. She knew just how hard he could get and she adored the pleasure she knew she brought him as he would cum in her mouth. She tried not to think of cumming, tried not to think of the sweet taste of her Master's cum but it was to no avail. Her heart was pounding as she continued to rub her clit and watch her Master stroke himself. "Now, my precious pet, you will watch as I cum and spill my seed onto the ground in front of you," he said hoarsely. His eyes raked over her luscious naked body as he watched her finger herself, wishing he were inside of her, thinking of how warm and welcoming she would be. He comforted himself with the thought of what pleasures she would have to offer him later. "Yes, Master," she whispered, her eyes filling with tears as she tried not to cum. And she watched as his cock began to spurt it's beautiful cum onto the floor in front of her. He heard his soft familiar moan, the one she loved so well and she wanted to die as she realized what punishment she had brought to them both. "Master...I beg you...please...I am going to c-c-cum if I keep rubbing myself." "NO! I thought I made myself clear! NO CUMMING until I say so! You may stop touching yourself," he commanded. Grateful for the momentary reprieve, she quickly took her hand away before she accidentally came. She soon realized her reprieve was all too short, as her Master pulled her to her feet. Never taking his eyes off her face, he reached down and sank two fingers inside her soaking pussy. Remembering the threat of the crop, she held her silence by biting her lower lip. He felt himself growing hard again, feeling her wetness, knowing it was his presence that caused it. He began to rub her throbbing clit with his thumb, sinking another finger into her ass. He lowered his head to her nipple and began to suck. He felt her go weak in the knees. "Stand up straight, my pet, and no cumming without permission," he whispered next to her ear. She prayed to gods unknown to help her, for she did not know at that moment how she would not cum. Her Master's touch was the most erotic she had ever known. She wanted to cum at the sound of his voice alone. He knew she would not last much longer and he felt she had learned her lesson. He continued to rub her clit, harder now, and he noticed she was barely breathing as she watched him. He softly kissed her neck, marveling at the strength of his beautiful pet. As he kissed her lips, her tongue rushed to meet his own. "You may cum now, my beauty," he said quietly. And no sooner did the words leave his mouth, than he felt her cumming over his fingers, her sweet warm juices flowing over his hand as he felt the hard and fast contractions of her pussy. "OOOOOOOHHHHH MASTERRRRRRR!" she cried, her tears flowing at the release of her tension. Sobbing, she lay against his chest as he stroked her soft hair, comforting her. "Now, my pet," he said tilting her face up to meet his, "have we learned our lesson about cumming? You know, pet, this punishes me as well as you." "Yes, Master, and I beg your forgiveness. I will NEVER cum again without your permission. I swear it!" "Well, we shall see..won't we, my pet," he said to her. He reached for the key and removed the cuffs from her wrists, noticing the red welts they had left as she had struggled not to cum. He picked up her collar off the table where she had laid it earlier and fastened it securely around her neck, kissing her deeply as he did so. "I love you, my pet, never forget that." "And I love you, Master, with all my heart," she said to him. "Now, pet, whatever shall we do about this raging hard-on I've developed?", he said as he smiled at her. "I have a few ideas, Master," she said, smiling back at him through her tears. "Perhaps you might want to lie on the bed and allow your pet to take care of that for you." He laughed as he tweaked her clit, knowing she would squeal in pleasure, as he followed her into their bedroom in anticipation of what was to come....praying she would obey him from now on...and yet loving her spirit, knowing it would get her into trouble time and time again...and even so, he loved her now...as he would forever. Pet's Punishment "Damn!" I swore under my breath as I hung up the telephone. I wanted to play with my toys so badly, and I couldn't reach my Master to ask permission. I loved hearing his amusement when I asked if I could play. He had never denied my request, but I had to ask him first. "Yes, pet," he would say. "You may play, but you have to tell me about it when I get home." "Yes, Sir," I would giggle as I answered. "You know I always tell you everything." My friends had each sent me several steamy stories that morning, and I had read them all. Now I was so aroused all I could think about was satisfying my libidinous appetite. But Master was away from his phone, and I knew he might not be back in contact until much later. I thought about it for a few minutes, then went into the bedroom and opened the toy drawer. I stared at the box that contained our collection of vibrators and other fun things for a long moment, measuring my need to relieve myself against the possible consequences. The throbbing of my clit against my jeans decided for me. I knew I was doing the wrong thing when I reached in and got out my favorite toy, my vibrating egg. I felt a little guilty as I pulled off my pants and touched it to my clit, but the guilt didn't last long. It felt so good. I was soon lost in the pleasurable vibrations, bent over the bed rocking the vibe against my clit and fantasizing about Master teasing at my ass with his cock. In my mind I felt him slowly enter me, his cock stretching my tight ass as he pushed forward. I gasped as I felt my clitoris respond to my imaginations and the pleasant vibrations. I began alternating speeds on the vibe, turning it down, then back up. A little moan escaped my lips as I felt the different sensations producing the desired effect. I was quickly approaching climax. I slid my index finger down through the wetness that had gathered between my nether lips and continued past the slippery opening to my pussy. I wiggled my finger against my ass. I imagined Master asking me if I liked him to fuck me there, as he will do from time to time just to get me to admit it out loud. That was it. Moaning low and long I slipped over the edge of high arousal and into a spinning vortex of orgasm. I could hear someone knocking at the door as I began breathing normally again. I hurriedly threw my egg into the toy box and closed the lid. I pulled my pants back on and gave the drawer a shove before hurrying to answer the door. I soon forgot my undisciplined behavior. Later, when Master came home, I greeted him as always by wrapping my arms around his neck and presenting my lips to him. He kissed me warmly and put his hand between my legs. "Ahhh," he smiled at me. "Someone is very warm. Have you been playing today?" "Well," I evaded, inwardly panicked. My Master always knew when I was trying to avoid directly answering a question. "I couldn't reach you this afternoon. And I know I can't play without asking." "No, you couldn't," he answered thoughtfully. It might have gone better for me if I had confessed right then. Master does not tolerate dishonesty, and now I had lied as well as broken another one of his few absolute rules. We went about our evening, things as normal as any other day. I fixed dinner and we sat and ate and talked about the events of the day. After I'd put the dishes away, I went in to ready myself for bed. As I walked around the bed, I made a disturbing discovery. The drawer that held our toy box was open! Had Master noticed? Maybe he hadn't. He certainly hadn't said anything. I decided he probably hadn't noticed, and finished undressing. Master came in several minutes later. I was waiting for him, kneeling on the bed in his favorite position. He undressed and patted my butt as he walked past, then laid down as if he were going to go right to sleep. I crawled up beside him and knelt there. "Yes, pet?" he asked. "Is there something you need?" "I just wanted to know if I had done something wrong, Master," I said. "Is there some reason you don't want to play with me tonight?" I had an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. "Interesting that you should ask me that, pet." he replied, his tone almost cold. "It would seem that you have no need of me." "What do you mean, Master? Of course I need you." I knew now what it was. He had seen the open drawer. He knew what it meant. I had gratified my lusts without his permission. Surely he would not be too angry with me. It was not that big a transgression. But he had asked me, and I had forfeited my right to quick forgiveness by denying it. He let me stay kneeling a few minutes, then said gently, "Yes, pet, you do need me." He rose from where he lay beside me and barked, "Assume your position." I quickly moved and knelt at the end of the bed, my head down on my arms and my bottom high in the air. I knew better than to hesitate when he spoke that way. But I also knew this position was always a prelude to hot, body and mind melting sex. I shivered with delight, knowing that he wanted me after all. Smack! The blow from his hand caught me by surprise and I exhaled in a big rush of air. He usually did not start out a spanking that hard, preferring to build slowly up to a good warming. I turned to look at him. "Do not look at me." he ordered. "You have been a very willful and disobedient pet for some time. You know I notice everything, especially when it concerns you." I felt the guilt wash over me at his awareness of all my transgressions and immediately turned my head back to rest my forehead on my arms. Smack! His palm hit the other side of my butt, and I jumped. I only flinched a little, but he put his hand on my lower back and growled at me, "If you keep moving like that, I might miss. Hold still." I tried to brace myself for the next one. I waited, but nothing happened. Then suddenly Master began to rain blows on my behind with his favorite paddle. It stung! I counted the spats on my behind. One, two.... ten, fifteen... My thighs began to quiver as I lost count. I could feel both cheeks beginning to flame as he alternated sides. Each fiery smack of the paddle sent a jolt of current to my genitals. The pain only increased my need for my Master. I felt so wicked, my arousal all jumbled with my physical distress. It made no sense, but it didn't have to. I loved to submit to his every desire. He could spank me until I trembled with need for release and then make me beg him to fuck me. And then he would use his whole body to make me cum until I couldn't walk. Just when I thought I would not be able to keep myself from moving and trying to escape the stinging rain, Master stopped. My breath coming in pants, I could feel him watching me as I calmed. I waited for his big hands to soothe the burn on my buttocks, but he made no attempt to comfort me. Confused, I knelt there, a cold shudder running up my back in spite of the fire on my bottom. I know he saw me shiver. Master does notice everything about me. He pays careful attention to my every sound and motion when we are at play. He has given me much pleasure and much pain, but he has never truly hurt me. I heard the drawer sliding. I heard him take out the toy box and lift the lid. I barely had time to wonder what he was getting out. I heard a buzzing sound and knew instantly which toy it was. It was the large vibrating anal plug. He had only used it on me once, and knew the sound would strike terror in me. It was way too big. The one time he had inserted it into my tight ass, I had begged and pleaded for him to remove it, the burning had been more than I could bear. I felt it land on the bed beside me, still humming away. I was safe for the moment. Now the scent of leather assailed my nostrils. I inhaled deeply of the aroma of the flogger Master had laid by my head. He knew the scent would further arouse me. Then I felt the falls of his favorite flogger caressing me. He brushed them gently across my warmed bottom and up my back. He tickled me with the soft leather until I squirmed. Then I felt the first blow of the leather strips on my bottom. He was not gentle as he struck me with the flogger repeatedly until my cheeks were once again burning. I felt the fire grow on the tender skin of my buttocks until I was sure I would not be able to hold my position. But again he knew where I was and moved his strokes away. He began striking me on my back, the flogger stinging places that had only been touched gently before. I finally cried out as he struck my shoulders with the flogger. He stopped instantly. But he did not caress the spot with his loving hand, or offer a word of comfort. "No, you may not make a sound in protest," he corrected me. "Your transgressions have been many lately. I have been too involved with work to devote the time to properly discipline you, but the time has come. I asked you this when I came home. Now I'm asking you again. Did you play today?" "Yes, Master," I confessed to him, knowing he knew already. "I had tried to reach you but you weren't there. And I needed to play so badly!" I knew exactly what he was talking about. There was more than just playing without permission today. I had done many small things lately, either out of laziness or hesitation. I had even reflexively pushed his hands from my breasts when he had suddenly squeezed my nipples just the day before. I was in trouble and I knew it. Once again he started raining blows on my body. From my shoulders to my feet, nothing was spared. But in spite of the pain he was giving me, I was becoming more and more aroused with each strike of the leather on my tender skin. I could feel the wetness seeping from me to leak onto my thighs. And I was so turned on by his total domination of me. I shuddered and moaned when the leather slapped against my nether lips and snaked across my clit. "Do I ask too much of you, pet?" he asked gently. "I am a generous Master. I have never refused your request to play. I require that you ask me for only a few things. Surely that is not much to demand of my devoted pet?" "No, Master!" I cried out. "I am sorry!" I really was. I had already promised myself I would never do anything against my Master's wishes ever again. I would stand as still as could be as he pinched and pulled on my nipples. I would not be lazy or sloppy when he tasked me. And I would NEVER play again without first asking his permission. "I can tell you are sorry, pet," he said, his voice still gentle. "But you know I must continue with the course of discipline I have decided on." "Yes, Master," I answered soberly, wondering what else he could have in mind to help me remember my lesson. I didn't have long to ponder my fate. I heard him moving behind me. Then I felt his belt make contact with my bottom. I had thought my butt was already stinging painfully. I was wrong. I had known his belt before, but never with such vehemence. With each resounding slap of the leather on my already well-heated rear Master further instilled in me a desire to follow the rules I had signed my name to in agreement. My pussy was soaked, my thighs wet from my freely flowing juices. I needed him so badly. I knew all he would have to do is enter me and I would cum. But he showed no sign of stopping, or even slowing. My cheeks were burning, and still the belt fell. I could feel the tears spilling down my face, and no longer gave any pretence of trying to hold my position. I flinched and jerked each time he made contact. Finally he stopped. I waited, but no more blows fell. Master slid his hand between my legs, his fingers slipping between my swollen, ready lips. I needed him so badly! "Please..." I begged him. My face was wet with my tears, but my dripping pussy was wetter. "I would love to please you, pet." he said sadly. "But you had your pleasure today. Put things away, I am tired." With that he lay down on the bed and turned on his side away from me. I gulped back my sobs and got up off the bed. I carefully coiled his belt and put it back in the drawer. I put the plug, it's batteries drained, back in the toy box. I put the floggers and the paddle away. Then I crawled back up to my pillow and lay down beside my Master. I curled into an aching ball with my back to him, my heart sorer than my backside ever could be. Master turned and wrapped his arm around me. "I love you, pet." he comforted me. I smiled through my tears and snuggled my burning bottom up against him. Tomorrow would be a better day.