Lesson in Humility

I look at her and know she hates this. I also know she'll obey. My Girl has a strong prideful streak which has caused her issues in the past. Lost jobs. Aliented friends. She has asked that I help her tame her prideful ways and I have happily agreed. This morning she mouthed off to the boy bagging our groceries simply because he forgot to ask if we preferred plastic or paper. Despite his apology, she continued to chastise him. Now, it's her turn for chastisement. She knew she was in trouble the moment saw the look on my face, but no amount of begging will stop this lesson. She has agreed. Unless she says her safe word, the lesson will continue. First, I tell her to strip. She does this. Then, I make her put away the groceries while I watch. When she gets to the new peel we just purchased, I tell her to give it to me. Her eyes widen and she knows what's coming. Once she completes her task, I take her haver her kneel on the table. Next, I tie her wrists, forcing her down onto her elbows, her ass in the air. I scold her and tell her that I'm not going to tie her legs in place but if she moves, she will regret it.

Then, the spanking commences. Good Lord but she has a perfect ass for spanking. Round, plump. The peel is a formidable utensil, covering a large area quickly. After five strokes to each cheek, her skin is a bright, uniform pink. She begins to wiggle but I don't remind her not to move. I'm rather hoping she will and sure enough, on the eighth stroke, she cries out and moves her legs together, her head coming up. I smile, knowing she can't see my face, and push her back into position. Now she's weeping. My cock is so hard it's about to explode, but I continue. After 12 strokes to each cheek, she's a perfect shade of red. I set down the peel and unzip my pants. My cock springs free and I stand behind her. The scent of her excitement almost pushes me over the edge, not to mention her wet, luscious slit. I grab her hips and thrust fully into her. Again, she cries out. She likes a little warm up first, but not today. Today is about a lesson in humility. Her warm wetness encases me and I fuck her hard. Mercilessly. I'm ready so I pull out - something else she hates - and spray her hot red ass. Even though I want nothing more than to gather her into my arms, I don't.

 I zip my pants again and leave her there. Waiting. My cum drying on her skin. I walk into our bedroom and choose a dress for her. Very revealing. Low cut and barely long enough to cover her cunt. I pick out heels too, 4 inch black shoes. I go back to untie her and she's stopped weeping. She's heard me come back into the room because she's begging forgiveness, saying she's learned her lesson and is sorry. As I untie her, I tell her that I would believe her, but she disobeyed my order not to move. That tells me she is need of further instruction. I hand her the dress and heels and tell her to get ready. She opens her mouth to object but changes her mind. Quickly, she puts on the dress and steps into the heels. We go out side, her walking behind me. I lead her to the historic area of town, a place where tourists often walk. Once there, I find the benches. I tell her to bend over. My cock hardens again when I see the despair in her eyes. She doesn't want to do this, but knows she should. A single tear escapes her big eyes but she nods and obeys. This is not the first public punishment she has endured. Nothing takes the pride right out of her more than this. I put a hand on her back to remind her to stay in position then administer twenty hard smacks. People turn to look and one woman stops to intercede. My Girl looks up and assures her that she's fine. that I'm not harming her, that I'm only doing what needs to be done. The woman reluctantly walks away but we've draw a crowd now, mainly men - friends of mine actually, whom I've texted and asked to witness. The form a circle around us, effectively blocking the view from random passerbys. They make comments about her ass, her attitude. They can easily see her wet pussy. She's crying again and drops to the ground, kneeling. She begs forgiveness, looking up at me with her beautiful, wet, big blue eyes. I ask if she's learned her lesson and she says yes. I believe her and nod to my friends. They clap me on the shoulder and move away.

 I help my Girl to her feet. I know she's humiliated, her ass tender. I know she's probably aching for release since I didn't allow her to orgasm earlier. Still, I'm not quite ready to give her that release.

Let's get some lunch, I say, testing to see if she truly has learned her lesson. She takes my hand, kisses it and says: Yes, if that is what you'd like.

Yes, my Girl has learned her lesson today.

Ass taken

We set up rules. I know we did. But seriously, the dress was really, really short and the matching panties were really, really pretty. I didn't think he'd mind. Really. He's the one who wanted me to wear the little red dress over to dinner at his brother's house.  He's allowed me to wear panties with short dresses before! I guessed he wouldn't want his brother to get a glimpse of me my treasure chest. Guess who was wrong. That's right - me. He knew. He told me he knew. From the moment I walked out of the bedroom, got in the car, greeted his brother. He knew I was wearing panties. Does he say anything then? No. Instead, he waits until we're at the dinner table all seated and happy. THEN he calmly informs his brother that I've broken one of our rules. Right then my face went as red as my dress. His brother, calmly cutting his steak, suggests that Mr. Mister take care of the problem right away. It simply won't due to allow rules to go broken. Mr. agrees. He makes me stand up and bend

over - right there. He pulls down my panties, holds my hands against the small of my back and gives me ten - TEN - hard spankings. THEN he checks my treasure and sure enough, I'm dripping wet! He stuffs the panties in his pocket and then orders me to sit back down and finish dinner. OMFG!!! I could not have been more humiliated. Or so I thought. The two of them go on to sedately discuss what further punishment would be appropriate. They decide - right in front of me - that a good ass fucking is in order. This will serve to remind me that my ass is HIS. I'm crying now because I'm so embarrassed. Mr. tells me to finish my dinner then I'm to clear the table while he and his brother enjoy a brandy. Finally, the evening ends and we head home. Mr. Mister says not a word on the drive, but whistles happily. Seriously!! My bum is still a bit tender and I know better than to argue at this point. When we get home he tells me to strip and get on the bed, belly down. NOW. I follow his order in record time. I keep apologizing and promising to follow the rules from now on. He says he believes me but I'm still getting a good ass fucking. He gets out the lube - not the regular stuff in the bedside drawer, but the stuff he uses for punishment - the lube that he keeps in the fridge! He fills me up and, without further ado fucks me. Hard. He touches nothing but my ass. He tells me that if I cum, He'll spank me again. I'm crying, wanting so badly to orgasm. Thankfully, he cums deep in my ass. I'm so frustrated I could scream - which is just what he wants! So, have I learned my lesson? You bet your sweet ass I have!

I have sinned - 2

While in the house, I am now required to remain nude unless otherwise directed. I feel so free, and beautiful. I receive a text from him. I am to prepare some appetizers for about 10 people. He will be bringing home a few guests who are interested in the DD lifestyle and he wants to demonstrate a few techniques. Once I finish, I am to shower and dress in the outfit he has hung in his closet for me. I sigh in relief. At least I will be clothed.

I do as instructed and find a lovely shirtwaist, 1950s style dress and low-heeled shoes. No underclothing. I fix my hair and make-up then don the dress, giving a little swirl before the mirror, enjoying the feel of the soft cotton against my bare legs.

At 6:00 sharp, my husband arrives. I kiss him and he hugs me tightly. "Have I mentioned today how lovely you are?" he says.

A few minutes later the doorbell rings and I answer it. A few couples smile and me as I welcome them into my home. I serve the appetizers and drinks, a few of the women offer to help but I shush them. I like to serve guests,especially if they have never been to my home before.It is important not only to him,but also to me, to make them feel comfortable. As they snack, they ask each other questions about DD, mostly about spanking and I begin to understand what my darling is going to be demonstrating. What implements are best for maintenance? Timed or counted spankings? Should she always cry? Should she be naked? My husband answer each question with care and detail. Then he calls me to him. Smiling, I go.

"Now, I think a demonstration is in order," he begins.  "First, be sure to position your darling securing. I like to begin with a warm up to minimize bruising. This can be first accomplished over the clothing."

He begins. I am over his lap, facing the floor, but I can feel their eyes on me. He begins a warm up, gently but firmly, slowly and precisely.  I am tense, as I usually am when he disciplines me before others. Soon, though, I feel myself relax into his lap. He feels this and points out to his students what to watch for - a lessening of tension in my shoulders, my bottom going up slightly to meet his hand. This indicates I'm ready for a more strenuous administration.

He flips up my skirt and I hear the comments on the color of my bottom -how pink it is, but not red, how the color is spread across both cheeks, not just in one area. Then he truly begins. He alternates his hand on my cheeks until I cannot help but squirm on his lap. He holds me firmly in place, ignoring my wiggles and continues to instruct his avid listeners. He points how that it is of vital importance that he, the HoH, decide when my bottom has had enough and that I submit fully to his judgement.  This cannot happen without trust. I must trust him not to harm me. To do what is best for me. He must never, ever betray that trust. While he will mark me, he will never harm me. I am crying now, but sinking into a lovely space. I no longer care about the eyes on my bottom. I care only about him and his hand and his mark and his love. I feel his hand slowing, the gently rubbing my tender, hot ass. He tells his students that the darker areas might bruise a bit, but the rest of my ass will simply be tender and sore for a few hours. He praises my willingness to bend to his will and thanks me for the demonstration. I hear applause. He turns me over and gently cradles me, kissing my head, and explaining the importance of after care, of showing her that your love for her is boundless.

When will I learn?

Seriously, when will I learn? When? We agreed. I agreed. Not true. I SUGGESTED! He will have access to my body whenever and wherever he chooses. I will deny him nothing. Then, what do I do? I pull my skirt down when he tries to lift it. Is this MY ass he wants not expose to the world? No. It is not. It belongs to him since I gave it to him. Hell, I even made him promise to hold me to my word since I often say I want something then change my mind. Last week I pushed him away when he lifted my sweater and started to suck on my nipples. He pulled back and I smirked, forgetting all about our agreement. He, however, had not. He pulled me into the bedroom, had me repeat our

agreement, stood me in the corner with my hands tied behind my back and clipped my nipples with clothespins. After five minutes of scolding me for disobeying him, he unclipped then and I screamed as the blood rushed back to the tips. Then, he sucked them. Hard. You'd like I'd have learned from that. After all, it's only been a week.

So, I tried to pull my skirt down. Wrong move. He opened the car door, pushed my shoulders down, my skirt up. Now I was fully exposed if anyone were to pull up next to us in the parking lot. He held me down, my ass bare and up, my face red, but I knew better than to complain. I gasped as his hand came down. again. again. again. I couldn't help myself, but I began to squirm and kick my feet, dancing from one foot to the other.
He, naturally, ignored this and went right on spanking me. I heard several cars honk their horns and I cried in both pain and humiliation, knowing strangers were witness to my punishment. Finally, when my bottom was hot and my face hotter, he stopped. He told me to get in the car. I started to stand and pull my skirt down again, but he pushed it up over my hips and made me sit, my bare ass, on the leather seat. He bucked me in and kept my pussy exposed to every trucker who passed us on the highway.I begged him to let me cover myself. He sighed and said I had not learned my lesson yet. He then told me to take off my dress. Entirely. I would ride the rest of the way home totally nude.
I cried more and begged him not to make me, but his hard eyes darted at me and I knew I was trapped by my own words. He was going to hold me to our agreement.

I slipped the dress over my head and covered myself as best i could with my hands. He would have none of this. He told me to sit on my hands. Reluctantly, i did. Trucks and cars honked their horns as they passed us, seeing my nudity and my shame. He grinned, enjoying every moment of my humiliation - which I so richly deserved. Luckily, we have an attached garage, so i was not forced to walk into our home nude for all the neighbors to see.

Now, I am still nude. He has denied me clothing for the next twenty four hours. He will also, he tells me, spank me for five minutes every hour and, within the time of my nudity, cum in every hole. Only then, and only if I have behaved to his satisfaction, will I be allowed a dress again.

Trust

And so we begin the new year in a manner that will, hopefully, set the tone for the rest of the year. One of trust, commitment, rewards, obedience, joy and pleasure.

 Today, despite the cold, we went for a walk. We bundled up and held hands through our gloves. About ten minutes into the walk, He stops, sits and tells me to drop my jeans and assume the position. I hesitate, well aware of how cold my ass will be, not to mention the possibility of someone else deciding to take a walk in the park as well. Slowly, I do as he says. He first scolds me for my hesitation, slapping my very cold bottom as he does so. The chill air against my nether regions making each slap hurt even more. Eight slaps - four on each cheek. Hard. demanding. I'm already tearing up more from breaking my word to trust him than from the cold and pain. I remain silent, though. The only thing I can say during a spanking is my safe word. Until he decides to end the spanking, I simply must accept. After the eighth spank, he stops a moment and simply rubs my warm bottom. The contrast between the hot, spanked skin and the cold air on my now wet pussy is disconcerting. I apologize to him and he tells me he's proud of me. Then, he continues with the spanking. After a few minutes, he stops again, helps me to my feet, tells me to fix my jeans. We then continue our walk, my bottom tingling with each step. Yes, this year, will be a new beginning for us. I've learned my first lesson already.