Flag Day Stripes

Happy Flag Day! This morning, Mr. Master told me that we would celebrate in an unusual way. My skin, you see, is quite white which makes sense since my hair is a brilliant red. Therefore, He needs to use very little force when spanking, lashing or caning for bright red stripes and welts to show clearly. He told me to bend over the spanking bench. He was going to give me 13 stripes to match our Flag and by the end I would be seeing "stars". He was right.  By number 5 I was dancing from foot to foot and beginning to howl. Still, I managed to stay in place for all 13. I was sobbing, but it was worth it to see the look of pleasure on his face and to see my bottom reflecting the original colonies! I thought he was finished, but I was wrong. He handed me a beautifully wrapped box and told me that the red and white needed a blue. Happy Flag Day!

I have Sinned - 1

I have sinned and sinned often this year.

I have behaved in immodest ways.

I have not always obeyed my master.

I have become jealous, greedy, angry.

I am, after all, human and likely to fall into human failings.

Now, however, is the time for recompense, the time for payment of human failings.

Now is the time of sacrifice.

I tithe with my body,

my comfort is willingly sacrificed at your discretion

Each night, you will mark me, you have decreed this, during Lent.

You will mark me with a slapper, a whip, a cane, a belt

Your teeth, your hand, your cum

For forty nights I will bear your mark, not with pride, but with gratitude.

You will teach me, please, of my failings as a human

and my purpose - which is to serve.

Through this service, I find joy and fulfillment

pleasure and security. I find Myself.

Today he has called me and told me to come to his office. The mark from his cane has barely begun to fade but I know if I don't arrive within the allotted time, he will issue a punishment in addition to my daily mark. So I rush. And that is my mistake. I have forgotten that he has denied me the luxury of panties during lent. At least I remembered to wear a dress! Seriously, what the fuck was I thinking - or not thinking - when I slipped on the panties.

He locks his office door and tells his secretary that he will not be disturbed. He tells me to take off my dress and I do. When he sees the panties he sigh

s, orders me to bend over the desk and then he takes out his knife. I'm so embarrassed about my mistake that I don't even think about complaining. When he cuts off my panties, he tells me that he had planned on simply checking my mark, but since I disobeyed, he was forced to punish me. My cheeks flame. I know that Jeff, his secretary, will hear.

He pulls out his chair and takes me over his knee. His hand comes down hard - no warm up. I bite my lip to keep from crying out. Over and over again he spanks me. I can feel his hard cock beneath my belly and so I focus on that, blocking out the pain. Finally, he stops.He holds me a few moments then has me stand up. He kisses my tears away and helps me pull on my dress again.

"Next time you disobey, I will have Jeff administer the punishment. He and his wife also practice a traditional marriage. Now, go on with the rest of your day. But remember, this was a punishment, not your daily mark. Tonight, I plan on using my belt."

He kissed me again and I left his office, careful not to make eye contact with Jeff. As I made dinner, all I could think of was my burning ass and the kiss of leather yet to come. For some reason, I couldn't keep the smile from my face.

I look about my home with a prideful eye. I know pride is a sin, but I can't help it. Every room is spotless, fresh flowers grace the table, the oyster stew bubbles on the stove and the scent of fresh bread wafts throughout the kitchen. I know He will be pleased when he arrives home in about an hour, but I am pleased as well. A clean, well organized house brings me peace and happiness.

My phone chirps and I read the text:  Remove your clothes. If needed, you may wear your apron, but for the rest of the weekend, you will remain in the house and naked. I would like you to be bent over a chair and the cane ready for me when I arrive home. I love you.

I feel my pussy lips plump and soften in anticipation. If he wants me naked for the weekend, he will use me often. Glancing at the clock, I quickly remove my clothing. Then, I take the bread out of the oven and set it on a wire rack to cool. I find his cane and position myself. Then I wait. and wait. and wait. I concentrate on breathing and then I hear his footsteps.

"You are so absolutely lovely," he says.

I smile and grasp the arms of the chair. Then I hear the whistle of the cane. Fire flashes across my bottom and I cry out but I do not move. He runs his hands over the heat. He kisses my back and pulls me upright. He hugs me, kisses me again and fingers my wet pussy. I hear him chuckle but he keeps on kissing me and finger fucking me.I have to hold onto him when the pleasure takes over. Once I'm back on earth, he breaks the kiss, smiles at me and says, "Dinner smells wonderful."

Black and Blue Friday

Here's the deal. I shop. I get FREAKIN' AWESOME deals. I use ALL of the money Sir has given me - $1,000.00 - to purchase gifts for our friends and family. I make it home by noon. If I am late, he will add to my Friday.  He inspects my purchases. I tell him whom I have purchased each gift for and he counts. He has instructed me to purchase gifts for ten people. If he approves of the gifts and I have managed to buy for all ten, I will be rewarded. If I fail, I will be punished. I'm not sure which I want the most!

I am twenty-one minute late. I go to the dining room and arrange my choices before him. He nods is approval of all but one. His Father. I will need to take back the tie and purchase another that is more suitable. He asks if I am ready and I smile. I strip off my clothes - right there in the dining room.  I move to the side table and position myself. I grip the edges of the table, assuming the position. twenty one for my tardiness and one the wrong gift purchase.
I hear the wind whip as the cane slices the air. I know I should relax. The pain will be less. The bruising will be less. I can't help myself. I tense my muscles and the cane strikes hard flesh.
I feel nothing. Then, a searing fire sears my flesh. I cry out and clutch the edges of the table. You tusk your tongue and sigh. You tell me that I need to relax yet you know I cannot. Not without your help. Still, you swing the switch and I endure three more stripes with a tensed bottom. The bruising will show well for several days. You ask if this is what you want and I respond honestly. I tell you to do as you please. I will accept whatever you choose to do without complaint.

So, you do. You finish my punishment. Twenty two stripes across my bottom and upper thighs. By the time you finish, I am a sobbing mess. I no longer grip the tabletop, but lie flat, exhausted, limp and melted. I will bear the marks for days. The welts, the bruises, the tenderness. I will not be able to sit without pain for days. You know this and are pleased. I slip bonelessly to the floor. You already have unzipped your pants and exposed your cock. Crying still, I grasp it. I kiss, lick, worship you, showing my devotion.You allow me this pleasure, fucking my mouth. You cum and I savour the seed of your pleasure. I'm still crying but I don't know if it is from the pain or the pleasure. You help me to my feel and take me to bed. You help me walk. Gently, you lie me on my stomach and I think for a moment that you will give me gentleness.
I'm wrong. You tie me - spread eagle to the bed. You kiss my bottom, abused as it is. Then, you tell me that my time is not finished. For twenty-two minutes I will be plugged. You hold before my eyes an enormous ginger finger, peeled, dripping with juice. I whimper and whine. I beg but you laugh. You spread my cheeks and push the fig into my anus. Hard. You hold it in place, making sure it does not slip out, despite the notch you have carved. I squirm and cry again. You ignore my struggles. My insides are on fire. burning. the juice searing my tender tissue. I sob, not even bothering trying to subdue my cries. This pleases you.
Finally, the timer goes off and you release the ginger from my bottom. Still the burn continues. I stop squirming after a few minutes and you insert one finger into my anus. I raise my hips as I am able, wanting more. You add another finger, another. another. You finger fuck me - four fingers in my anus. I beg you to let me cum, but you deny this. You pull your fingers free and force them into my mouth. You ask if I taste ginger and I say, honestly, that I do not. Then, you take me. You take my ass and fuck it. You do not make love to me. You fuck me hard, fast and I beg you for my own release. Graciously, you grant this. I scream and float on waves of pleasure and fill my bowels with your own sweet, sweet release.


Four days have passed and I my bottom is still black and blue. I smile each time I see my ass in the mirror, each time i sit and feel the sting, each time I see the heat in your eyes. I am blessed.

His Night

I sucked in my breath, feeling a lot like Scarlet O'Hara.  The boning pressed against my skin, tight and restrictive, but I feel beautiful. Tonight, I will be elegant and graceful and I will have no doubt in my mind that I belong to him. He tells me to stand still. Once more he tightens the laces. I feel him tie them in place, securing my posture. He lifts the dress I spent hours selecting and places it over my head. He zips me into it and I spin, a bit lightheaded - whether from the shallow breathes, the tight lacing encasing my ribs, the stripped bottom, the metal plug in my anus or the excitement of being present on His arm at tonight's dinner - I'm not sure.

Five hours ago I began the process of preparing for tonight. He left a list of instructions, which I followed. I gave myself an enema - which I hate doing, but it is far better to self administer rather than submit to the humiliation of him administer it. I plugged myself then showered, shaved, and oiled my body. By this time, I was cramping and, glancing at the clock, was relieved to see that I could now eliminate. He insisted that I be totally cleaned - inside and out.

I stood in front of the bed, my wrists and ankles bound to the posts. He inspected me, tweezing out any hair I had missed. Luckily, he found few. For each one he found, I would be punished with five strikes of his hand, the flogger, the cane, his belt. His choice, naturally. Four hairs he found. Five strikes with each implement. He ran his fingers down my slit, laughed when he felt the wetness. He dipped into my pussy, one finger, two, three, four. I moaned as he used his finger to fuck me slowly. I came within moments.

He released my wrists and pushed me onto the bed, my ankles still bound. Using his wet fingers, he probed my anus. One finger, two. I winced and he scissored his fingers, opening me. I relaxed against him, wanting more. He added a third and pushed into me, his other hand pinching my nipples just hard enough to send electricity to my clit. I came again. In the midst of this, he let go of my breast and grabbed the plug. A rather large, egg shaped stainless steel device set with a lovely stone at the base. He pushed it inside of me - hard and fast. I gasped at the pain, but before I could pull away, his cock was in me. I expected fast and hard, but he gave me softness, gentleness, seeing to my pleasure before his own. This mixture of harsh discipline and gentle loving confused my senses and I felt myself floating in a beautiful mist. I came again and so did he.

Now, my arm is looped through his, his corset hugging my body, his cum dripping down my thighs, his plug stretching my ass, his marks burning my cheeks and upper thighs. He walks me out into the night, the cool breeze ruffling my hair. Tonight, I am his in every sense of the word and I couldn't be prouder.

Throwback Thursday

She is beautiful, bent before me, waiting, her pantaloons spread, her hands holding her cheeks open. Waiting. Waiting for what she knows is coming. I make her wait. Make her think, wonder, moisten. I place the ginger within her sight line and she whimpers a bit. Still, I do nothing more. She will not move, this I know. Once she stood upright while waiting for her discipline. 20 strokes of the cane she endured that night. Plus the fig. Plus a plug inserted until the next morning. Only then did I fuck her. And then it was in her sore and tender ass. Every day for a week. But that had been when she first came to me. No, she will not move  now. Nor do I. I sit behind her, enjoying the sight, enjoying my scotch. I see the glistening evidence of her excitement and can't stop the smile from spreading across my cheeks. She is breathing deeply, placing her mind in a place of submission. This pleases me. 

I stand and begin. First, with my hand. I warm her skin with firm spanks. She flinches, but maintains her position, her eyes focused on the fig. She moans a bit, a cry sometimes escapes her lips, but she does not move position. I can stand back and view her pinked skin and decide she is ready. I take her hands and place then on the table next to her face. I kiss her neck. Then, I unhook my belt. She hears this and I see her tremble a bit. Good. I like her slight fear of the unknown. I snap my belt and, to her credit, she moves not. 

Now it begins. A good woman knows her place and it is beneath her husband's hand, beneath his body, a vessel for his pleasure. I whip the belt across her backside once. She dances a bit and cries out, but her hands do not move. A good man knows how to handle his woman, how to love her, teach her, allows her to be herself, appreciates her intelligence and creativity. He must also do his duty and meet her needs. For Alicia, this includes physical discipline. If I neglect this need, she feels abandoned, alone, unloved. I can't allow that. Ten times the kiss of my leather marks her skin. Her hands are still in place but her eyes are now closed and tears have puddled on the wood beneath her face. I kiss her cheek and tell her I love her. She says nothing for she is forbidden the use of her voice now.

Finally, I take the prepared fig. She sees this and again moves her hands to spread her burning cheeks. I slowly insert the ginger into her anus and she gasps. My cock strains against my trousers. "Hands," I say and she places her hands back on the wood. She squirms now, silent tears puddling beneath her face. I resume my seat and slowly finish my drink. Really, there is no need to rush.