Master often seems to know when I could really use a beating. Maybe it's a look in my eye, or maybe he judges by how long it has been since the last time I got thoroughly spanked. Maybe it's just because he's headed off to work until Friday night and he won't get another chance at me until then.
Anyway, last night I was hopeful yet not too hopeful lest my expectations get out of control or my hopes become crushingly large.
I waited on the bedroom floor wearing wrist cuffs and collar, and my fluffy robe. First I did my planking exercise, then a bit of stretching, then I knelt and waited. He came in and patted me on the head, saying "Hi, slave". I smiled up at him, "Hi Master!"
He ordered me to strip and get into position.
Master told me to stick my ass out more. I did. He tied my wrists tightly together and then my ankles more loosely and already the happy, excited feelings were flowing through me, tinged with a fear of his cane.
He started out light, warmed me up, then gave me some hard smacks with the cane that made me wince and dance. Master moved me to the bed and had me lie on my stomach, continuing to cane me and spank me with his hand until I could feel welts coming up when he slid his hand across my ass.
I shivered with the deliciousness of the pain and his stroking.
He had me turn over, spread my legs and he caned my pussy lightly. Even going lightly it still hurt. He began to tease and rub just the area around my cunt. I strained my hips toward his hand. He teased and gently stroked, telling me at any moment he was going to smack it really hard. I moaned and shuddered and tried to press into his hand, but his touch remained feather light. I had my eyes closed, but I felt him draw his hand back quickly as if for a strike. None came. Some more stroking. Then another withdrawal of his hand and I was sure the blow was coming.
It didn't. I moaned again and shook with the anticipation.
When the slap came it was hard. "COME" he commanded, and the orgasm and pain together shook me to my toes.
He put my on my back again and pulled my legs up with the ankle straps. A rain of hard stinging blows on the backs of my thighs nearly brought me tears, then he lowered my legs and slipped the ties off my ankles. He entered me, making me come again as he plunged inside.
Master slapped my face over and over, making me come even more, and making my jaw ache (it still is sore today, reminding me of last night, mmmm).
He pulled out and knelt over my head, caning me again and using my mouth until I was coughing and gagging.
When he fucked me from behind his cock was so deep inside it rubbed painfully, the bottoming out feeling.
I moaned in an ouchy way and he asked if it hurt. I said "Yes, Master". He pulled out and struck me hard on the ass with the cane many times.
"How's this?" he asked.
It did make the other pain seem far less when he reentered me. Obliterated it entirely actually. Helpful man!
It was a wonderful night, thank you Master!
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