Tuesday Caning and Much More Spoiling

My mouth is 80% better from "the incident" Sunday, so it was good enough for sucking cock.

I had waited all morning for Master to be interested.  He'd woken up with a headache, and I was kind of tired and grumpy too.  I was waiting sooooo patiently while he played computer games.  I went in and asked him if he wanted lunch, and he said no, he wanted sex now.   As he ordered, I got on the floor and sucked him.  In less than a second all my worries about whatever I'd been thinking from earlier were gone and I was simply enjoying his taste and feel.  He could tell by my moans that I was having an exciting time.   He used my hair to bob my head up and down.  He pulled my head back, slapped my face and said some humiliating things to me (which I have now forgotten, probably about being such a slut).

Shortly, he told me to strip naked and fetch him the special cutting board.  He paddled me, then I sucked his cock some more.  

He made me lie on the floor, legs spread, and touch myself while he rested his foot hard on my crotch. The harder he stood on me the more pleasurable it was.  My hand was inside my pussy, with two fingers, and his foot pressed down on my hand, pushing it up against the pubic bone.  It was almost painful, but in a good way.

Then, back to sucking.  He had me go upstairs and put my butt plug in, come back and keep sucking.  
He gave me a hard paddling while bent over the kitchen counter, one that made me whimper and shift around, then grabbed me by the back of my neck and propelled me across the house.  He threw me down over the arm of the couch and took me.  I came hard several times as he gave the command to come.

Then back to the kitchen table, and on my knees again to take his slippery cock back in my mouth.  My taste on him was pretty good.  

Very soon he got behind me and fucked me again as I knelt on the floor holding on to the chair.  It was very tight with the butt plug and he came quickly.  I love the sound of his orgasm.

He took me upstairs right away, positioned me on the dresser and flogged me.   That was a warm up.  Then he brought out his belt.  He whipped it out at me, wet towel style, and it stung like crazy at first, but in a short time the stings seemed farther away, a little dulled.  I know I was falling into subspace.  When he held me tight up against his chest and asked if I wanted a shower or a cuddle,
 I said "No" and "No".   I looked up at him with my spacey, wanton, hopeful, desirous smile. 

"A good caning, then," he said.

He turned on the radio and ordered me into bed.  

They were playing some of our favorites from the 80s on the station he dialed.  Good whacking music, most of them.   

It was quite painful, but on some of those firm strokes I couldn't help myself, and writhed in orgasm, without even receiving a command.  The next time I got close he reminded me "Wait. wait. Wait." and I was able to put off the feelings, subdue the orgasm until it was allowed. 

I feel quite spoiled.  

When he was done I took a little nap, but cold, hunger and the discomfort of still having the butt plug in pulled me awake.  

I made lunch for us, but it wasn't until we had a hot shower together that my feet stopped feeling like blocks of ice.  I had wanted to climb right IN the stove to warm up.  It must have been the after effects.  

First I washed him, and he pissed on me, marking me as his, as always.  Then he stepped out and I washed myself, cranking up the hot water to scalding level.  It stung on my sore behind, but that was just kind of a bonus reminder.