"It is time for a lesson, pet,” you hear called to you from the other room. In the flat level voice you have come to know as Sir you hear the command, "Come here." No hint of doubt in that voice, you will obey and you both know it.You feel your body respond and an almost overwhelming need to be fucked like the naughty girl you feel like sweeps through you. Sir moves his fingers around just a little inside of you, causing your juices to flow even more. You can feel some starting to slow down your thighs and almost beg Sir to put them back as he removes his fingers, pausing only for a moment to give your clit a small pinch.
"My pet is really excited. I think she is enjoying the thought of someone else seeing her being a naughty girl. Let’s find out."
You feel Sir's wet fingertips rest against your lips and you know what’s expected. Your mind screams at you to rebel. 'Good girls don't behave this way,' you find yourself thinking. You can smell your scent on the fingers just below your nose and know you only have a moment to decide what to do. You feel ashamed and naughty as you realize that Sir already knows what you are going to do.
You part your lips and lean forward a little to clean off Sir's fingers. It had become so routine that you had started to not think about it, but now as you know someone is sitting there watching, you feel so embarrassed that you can't stop blushing. Making matters worse is that you know it is really turning you on to be so naughty, and that Sir knows this. 'Oh lord, what else does he have planned,' you wonder to yourself. As your mind thinks up things you get more and more embarrassed and more turned on. You can feel the juices almost flowing from your pussy as you suck and lick Sir's fingers clean.
You almost feel ashamed as Sir withdraws his fingers. You want him to show you and Watcher what a naughty girl you are. You know deep down that you are very naughty but have such a hard time admitting it or letting it free. You can feel the little imp that gets you into trouble wanting to be let loose so that you can be punished and made to be a good girl. But it is having to fight against your sexual beast that you keep caged. Sir is working you up and making all three sides fight for control and your body is left getting more aroused. Your desire to please and be good, your embarrassment at being sexy and
naughty, and your need to be controlled are all keying right into your body. Each part feeds the others. "Please Sir," you hear escape your lips. You pause and can't think of anything to add to it. Those two words seem to sum up everything right now. Not please anything, but please everything. You need Sir to continue, you need to see where this leads, and you need Sir.
"Please Sir," you repeat. With a slight tremble in your voice you hear yourself say the words that express everything for you right now. "Please Sir."
You feel Sir softly kiss and stroke you neck. And then you hear him say the words you have heard a thousand times before. "My pet." You hear understanding in his voice. You know he isn't going to let up or give in. You know he isn't going to stop, and you know he is going to do exactly what he set out to do tonight regardless of this moment. You hear the total ownership in that voice. He is not your husband who loves and adores you. He is your owner, and while he cares for you and understands you, he does not have to ever bend or yield because of love. He only claims a small part of your life, but now you understand that claim completely.
With tears of joy in your eyes hidden behind the scarf, you say three more words. Words you have said so many times you lost count. But now you say them with new feeling. "Thank you Sir."
"You are welcome my pet. It is time to continue."
The next thing you know you feel Sir grab you by your hips and pull you close, forcing your breasts right up against his chest. The hands leave your hips and you feel them grabbing the handcuffs. You feel Sir's hot breath against your neck as he undoes first one cuff, then the other before pulling away. You hear him walk over and put the cuffs down, clinking and rattling on the wood once more.
Suddenly you feel hands grabbing your hair and pulling you forward. You are shocked for just a moment, but the pain of your scalp brings you quickly back to attention and you begin to move where you are being directed. Right towards Watcher.
"Reach forward," you hear Sir say. When you hesitate for just a moment you can feel his hands grip tighter on your hair and give it small tug and shake. Instantly you reach forward and down towards Watcher.
"Stop." You feel awkward and almost foolish standing there with your arms reaching out, waist slightly bent. You feel Sir's hand grab you by your wrists and begin to move your hands where he wants them. Under your palms you can feel the warmth from Watcher and feel a little flutter in your stomach as your heart speeds up. Sir drops your hands down to make contact with Watcher's legs, and you are shocked to feel soft, smooth nylon under your skin. You can feel Watcher’s thighs under your palms, the little tremors going through them as you try to regain your balance. You almost pull your hands away in shock, but Sir's grip holds your hands still against Watcher’s thighs.
You hear Sir chuckle that with that evil laugh of his. "Pet, I would like to introduce you to Slut. Her master Jake has kindly agreed to be my sponsor at the club. He was supposed to be here tonight to review your training and make sure that you were well behaved, but regrettably work called him in tonight. He sent Slut here to watch instead, and report back to him on if my pet is well behaved enough for the club."
"Stay," You hear Sir say as he moves away, leaving your hands resting on Watcher's.... Slut's, you correct yourself, thigh. You wonder what is going through her mind, who she is. You fight down a little pang of jealousy by reminding yourself that Sir is not here for her and that he was expecting her master to be here instead. You want so badly to be good and behave, but you feel yourself slipping out of balance.
SMACK! You feel your legs almost give out as a searing hot line of pain shoots across the back of your legs. After a moment you feel your breath come back and the searing line of fire turns into a warmth spreading up and down your legs. You just a little as you feel Sir's hands lightly rub each leg where he hit you.
"You forgot something pet." You can hear the slight reproach in his voice.
"One," you call out, blushing as you realize that you are already slipping up. "Sorry Sir."
"I have no doubt that you will be even more sorry when I am done. Spread your legs another foot and a half my pet. Slut, my pet has never been caned before, so you will help her and advise her."
As you move your feet to comply with your order, you feel Sir slowly slipping your skirt off to get it out of the way. You take special pride in having worn that skirt today because it is the single shortest skirt you had ever worn, coming just two inches down past the curve of your ass when you were standing. You smile thinking about how far you have come, before your mind focuses on where you are again. You feel Slut's cheek against yours as her mouth hovers close to your ear.
SMACK! "Two!"
"Try to not lock your legs," Slut whispers into your ear. "Don't tense up. Lean in to me and lower your upper body just a bit." You consider ignoring her, but you heard compassion in her voice and suddenly realize that she is trying to help. Gratefully you adjust as she told you and try to wait for the next one while remaining loose. "That's better hun, just focus on the warmth and you will be ok," Slut breathes into your ear.
SMACK! "Three!"
SMACK! "Four!"
SMACK! "Five!"
"Make sure you breathe, hun. Those weren't as bad as the hard ones, just try to focus on the sting and warmth spreading." You feel Slut's hands rest on top of yours. "You are beautiful and doing wonderful, just try to relax and enjoy it. Don't fight the pain, try to let it wash over you and become a part of you."
SMACK! "Six!" you scream as you feel this one almost drive the air from your lungs. You feel your head get light, then clear as the heat spreads all through your body. You almost laugh as you feel like a shock has driven through your body. The pain is still there, but you can feel it slipping into the background as your body and mind begin to slip into their own world of pleasure and pain.
SMACK! "Seven!"
You feel your pussy throbbing in time to the lines of fire on your ass. You can feel your pulse rushing through your clit and your blood pounding in your ears.
"You may help her cum, Slut," You hear Sir say.
SMACK! "Eight!"
You feel Slut's hands reach out and cup your breasts. "God, I wish I had nice breasts like yours. I can only imagine all the fun he has playing with them. My master always has lamented how small mine are." You feel Slut pinch your nipples and pull them a little.
SMACK! "Nine!" You start to shiver as you get your body back under control. The pain from having your nipples pinched and pulled as you took the last one has you wishing Sir would just fuck you already and let you please him.
SMACK! "Ten!"
SMACK! “Eleven!"
You try not to pay attention to the next swing as you feel Slut's hands roaming over your body, leaving little trails of electric intensity where they pass as they slowly work their way towards your pussy. As her fingers slide along the slit, you sigh with pleasure.
SMACK!" Twelve!" The pain from the slowly raising welts on your ass takes a back seat to the pleasure Slut is working through your body as she plays your clit and pussy like it was a guitar being strummed by a Spanish virtuoso. You feel the waves building as Slut teases your body. The heat from the cane, all the excitement, and the pure pleasure of submitting all start to overwhelm you.
SMACK! "Thirteen!" you cry between moans.
Then suddenly you feel a hand wrap around your throat and begin to squeeze. You keep trying to breathe but it’s getting harder as the hand squeezes tighter.
Smack! This time you feel the palm of Sir’s free hand smack against your ass. "Fourteen," you manage to squeeze out before realizing you can't get any more breath. A second later you feel your body explode as the orgasm tears through you. You gasp, Sir’s hand has relaxed and as you pull in a breath your pussy pulses again. You spend god only knows how much time there, your body taking control and blocking every thing out except the waves of pleasure washing over you again and again just as the waves of pain had earlier. When you finally can think again, you realize you are sitting on the floor with you head cradled in Slut's lap as she strokes your hair. You feel her mouth get close to your ear again and feel her breath caress your cheek. "You are a very lucky woman to have found someone like him."
"Slut. You have seen enough to judge if my pet can behave. Go get ready to greet your master when he gets home. It is time for my pet to pay for her lesson."
"Yes Sir," you hear her say and she lays your head down on the ground. "Take good care of your Sir, pet." Without another word you hear her leave the room and a few moments later hear the front door open and close.
The next thing you know, you feel Sir kneel down and remove the blindfold. His lips pause to lightly kiss your neck.
"You did good today my pet. We will talk about your slips later." Saying so, Sir gets up and looks into your eyes, slowly unzipping his pants, an evil grin on his face.
It looks like the night has only begun...
"My pet is really excited. I think she is enjoying the thought of someone else seeing her being a naughty girl. Let’s find out."
You feel Sir's wet fingertips rest against your lips and you know what’s expected. Your mind screams at you to rebel. 'Good girls don't behave this way,' you find yourself thinking. You can smell your scent on the fingers just below your nose and know you only have a moment to decide what to do. You feel ashamed and naughty as you realize that Sir already knows what you are going to do.
You part your lips and lean forward a little to clean off Sir's fingers. It had become so routine that you had started to not think about it, but now as you know someone is sitting there watching, you feel so embarrassed that you can't stop blushing. Making matters worse is that you know it is really turning you on to be so naughty, and that Sir knows this. 'Oh lord, what else does he have planned,' you wonder to yourself. As your mind thinks up things you get more and more embarrassed and more turned on. You can feel the juices almost flowing from your pussy as you suck and lick Sir's fingers clean.
You almost feel ashamed as Sir withdraws his fingers. You want him to show you and Watcher what a naughty girl you are. You know deep down that you are very naughty but have such a hard time admitting it or letting it free. You can feel the little imp that gets you into trouble wanting to be let loose so that you can be punished and made to be a good girl. But it is having to fight against your sexual beast that you keep caged. Sir is working you up and making all three sides fight for control and your body is left getting more aroused. Your desire to please and be good, your embarrassment at being sexy and
naughty, and your need to be controlled are all keying right into your body. Each part feeds the others. "Please Sir," you hear escape your lips. You pause and can't think of anything to add to it. Those two words seem to sum up everything right now. Not please anything, but please everything. You need Sir to continue, you need to see where this leads, and you need Sir.
"Please Sir," you repeat. With a slight tremble in your voice you hear yourself say the words that express everything for you right now. "Please Sir."
You feel Sir softly kiss and stroke you neck. And then you hear him say the words you have heard a thousand times before. "My pet." You hear understanding in his voice. You know he isn't going to let up or give in. You know he isn't going to stop, and you know he is going to do exactly what he set out to do tonight regardless of this moment. You hear the total ownership in that voice. He is not your husband who loves and adores you. He is your owner, and while he cares for you and understands you, he does not have to ever bend or yield because of love. He only claims a small part of your life, but now you understand that claim completely.
With tears of joy in your eyes hidden behind the scarf, you say three more words. Words you have said so many times you lost count. But now you say them with new feeling. "Thank you Sir."
"You are welcome my pet. It is time to continue."
The next thing you know you feel Sir grab you by your hips and pull you close, forcing your breasts right up against his chest. The hands leave your hips and you feel them grabbing the handcuffs. You feel Sir's hot breath against your neck as he undoes first one cuff, then the other before pulling away. You hear him walk over and put the cuffs down, clinking and rattling on the wood once more.
Suddenly you feel hands grabbing your hair and pulling you forward. You are shocked for just a moment, but the pain of your scalp brings you quickly back to attention and you begin to move where you are being directed. Right towards Watcher.
"Reach forward," you hear Sir say. When you hesitate for just a moment you can feel his hands grip tighter on your hair and give it small tug and shake. Instantly you reach forward and down towards Watcher.
"Stop." You feel awkward and almost foolish standing there with your arms reaching out, waist slightly bent. You feel Sir's hand grab you by your wrists and begin to move your hands where he wants them. Under your palms you can feel the warmth from Watcher and feel a little flutter in your stomach as your heart speeds up. Sir drops your hands down to make contact with Watcher's legs, and you are shocked to feel soft, smooth nylon under your skin. You can feel Watcher’s thighs under your palms, the little tremors going through them as you try to regain your balance. You almost pull your hands away in shock, but Sir's grip holds your hands still against Watcher’s thighs.
You hear Sir chuckle that with that evil laugh of his. "Pet, I would like to introduce you to Slut. Her master Jake has kindly agreed to be my sponsor at the club. He was supposed to be here tonight to review your training and make sure that you were well behaved, but regrettably work called him in tonight. He sent Slut here to watch instead, and report back to him on if my pet is well behaved enough for the club."
"Stay," You hear Sir say as he moves away, leaving your hands resting on Watcher's.... Slut's, you correct yourself, thigh. You wonder what is going through her mind, who she is. You fight down a little pang of jealousy by reminding yourself that Sir is not here for her and that he was expecting her master to be here instead. You want so badly to be good and behave, but you feel yourself slipping out of balance.
SMACK! You feel your legs almost give out as a searing hot line of pain shoots across the back of your legs. After a moment you feel your breath come back and the searing line of fire turns into a warmth spreading up and down your legs. You just a little as you feel Sir's hands lightly rub each leg where he hit you.
"You forgot something pet." You can hear the slight reproach in his voice.
"One," you call out, blushing as you realize that you are already slipping up. "Sorry Sir."
"I have no doubt that you will be even more sorry when I am done. Spread your legs another foot and a half my pet. Slut, my pet has never been caned before, so you will help her and advise her."
As you move your feet to comply with your order, you feel Sir slowly slipping your skirt off to get it out of the way. You take special pride in having worn that skirt today because it is the single shortest skirt you had ever worn, coming just two inches down past the curve of your ass when you were standing. You smile thinking about how far you have come, before your mind focuses on where you are again. You feel Slut's cheek against yours as her mouth hovers close to your ear.
SMACK! "Two!"
"Try to not lock your legs," Slut whispers into your ear. "Don't tense up. Lean in to me and lower your upper body just a bit." You consider ignoring her, but you heard compassion in her voice and suddenly realize that she is trying to help. Gratefully you adjust as she told you and try to wait for the next one while remaining loose. "That's better hun, just focus on the warmth and you will be ok," Slut breathes into your ear.
SMACK! "Three!"
SMACK! "Four!"
SMACK! "Five!"
"Make sure you breathe, hun. Those weren't as bad as the hard ones, just try to focus on the sting and warmth spreading." You feel Slut's hands rest on top of yours. "You are beautiful and doing wonderful, just try to relax and enjoy it. Don't fight the pain, try to let it wash over you and become a part of you."
SMACK! "Six!" you scream as you feel this one almost drive the air from your lungs. You feel your head get light, then clear as the heat spreads all through your body. You almost laugh as you feel like a shock has driven through your body. The pain is still there, but you can feel it slipping into the background as your body and mind begin to slip into their own world of pleasure and pain.
SMACK! "Seven!"
You feel your pussy throbbing in time to the lines of fire on your ass. You can feel your pulse rushing through your clit and your blood pounding in your ears.
"You may help her cum, Slut," You hear Sir say.
SMACK! "Eight!"
You feel Slut's hands reach out and cup your breasts. "God, I wish I had nice breasts like yours. I can only imagine all the fun he has playing with them. My master always has lamented how small mine are." You feel Slut pinch your nipples and pull them a little.
SMACK! "Nine!" You start to shiver as you get your body back under control. The pain from having your nipples pinched and pulled as you took the last one has you wishing Sir would just fuck you already and let you please him.
SMACK! "Ten!"
SMACK! “Eleven!"
You try not to pay attention to the next swing as you feel Slut's hands roaming over your body, leaving little trails of electric intensity where they pass as they slowly work their way towards your pussy. As her fingers slide along the slit, you sigh with pleasure.
SMACK!" Twelve!" The pain from the slowly raising welts on your ass takes a back seat to the pleasure Slut is working through your body as she plays your clit and pussy like it was a guitar being strummed by a Spanish virtuoso. You feel the waves building as Slut teases your body. The heat from the cane, all the excitement, and the pure pleasure of submitting all start to overwhelm you.
SMACK! "Thirteen!" you cry between moans.
Then suddenly you feel a hand wrap around your throat and begin to squeeze. You keep trying to breathe but it’s getting harder as the hand squeezes tighter.
Smack! This time you feel the palm of Sir’s free hand smack against your ass. "Fourteen," you manage to squeeze out before realizing you can't get any more breath. A second later you feel your body explode as the orgasm tears through you. You gasp, Sir’s hand has relaxed and as you pull in a breath your pussy pulses again. You spend god only knows how much time there, your body taking control and blocking every thing out except the waves of pleasure washing over you again and again just as the waves of pain had earlier. When you finally can think again, you realize you are sitting on the floor with you head cradled in Slut's lap as she strokes your hair. You feel her mouth get close to your ear again and feel her breath caress your cheek. "You are a very lucky woman to have found someone like him."
"Slut. You have seen enough to judge if my pet can behave. Go get ready to greet your master when he gets home. It is time for my pet to pay for her lesson."
"Yes Sir," you hear her say and she lays your head down on the ground. "Take good care of your Sir, pet." Without another word you hear her leave the room and a few moments later hear the front door open and close.
The next thing you know, you feel Sir kneel down and remove the blindfold. His lips pause to lightly kiss your neck.
"You did good today my pet. We will talk about your slips later." Saying so, Sir gets up and looks into your eyes, slowly unzipping his pants, an evil grin on his face.
It looks like the night has only begun...
