When will i learn? (part 2)

So I've been on house arrest - so to speak - and completely nude for a good 12 hours now. I have at least 12 more to go before Sir will even consider giving me access to one - and only one - dress. It's cold as crap out right now, so I still won't be able to leave the house since shoes, socks, coat, etc. will still be denied until I've learned that he's serious as a heart attack about holding me to my word. What did I promise? To be a true submissive. To allow him access to all of my body whenever, however and where ever he wishes. In turn, he has agreed to honor my hard limits and my safe word (which I cannot use simply to save myself some embarrassment.)
Also, Every hour that he is awake, to further remind me of my smart mouth and my moment of weakness when i tried to pull down my skirt but he obviously wanted it up, I will be spanked for a minimum of five minutes. Now five minutes may not seem like a long time, but trust me, it is. and 55 minutes between spankings is not nearly long enough to totally heal from the one an hour before. Right now, my ass is red and very tender. Luckily, Sir is about ready to go to sleep, so I should have a break for 6 hours or so. Before he sleeps, though, we have another "rule." I administer fellatio. God I love this rule! To take Sir into my mouth, to focus only on his pleasure, to taste his skin, massage his jewels, give him both relaxation and joy and the same time - this gives me purpose and joy in my own life. I actually like it best when he doesn't touch me much - my entire focus is on him. My greatest pleasure is when I feel his hot sweetness slid down my throat, nourishing me, in truth, with his very seed. The taste of him on my lips brings more contentment than any other drink every has. Tonight, he has assured me that, since I have taken my punishment so well and without complaint, he will grant me this gift - right after my last spanking. And so, I prepare myself for pain, but know it is deserved and know that soon, I will have only pleasure.

Spanking of the week

I was hoping. Can't blame a girl for hoping. What was I hoping for? For Mister to forget that today was Thursday. You see, each and every Thursday Mister spanks me - hard some days, light others. Nonetheless, Thursday is the day for my maintenance. I hate it, but if I'm honest, I love it as well. We were camping near a river and it's been great. It's quite isolated here and only us and a few other couples - also nudists-  are in the area but even they are a few miles away. We walked down to the river and were hunting for pretty stones. Then, we sat for a bit and Mister said the words: Get in position. 

I stared at him a moment, confused because I was the one who had forgotten what day it was. Suddenly it dawned on me and still I hesitated. Naturally, he saw this. I scrambled across his lap and he pulled up my light dress. Again and again his hand came down. Because of the rocks, I couldn't press down on my knees, and I was afraid of falling off his lap, so I tried not to wiggle too much. This didn't stop me for crying out, though. Still, he continued, holding me tightly and raining down on my ass. I was sobbing by the time he stopped and began to soothe my poor cheeks, rubbing them lightly.

'Now that you've been reminded, are you ready for the punishment or would you prefer to wait?'

"I don't understand"

'For your hesitation. You know you're supposed to position yourself immediately when commanded, yet, you didn't, did you?"

This was a basic tenet in our relationship. On Thursday, I stopped whatever I was doing and obeyed him. 

"As you choose, Sir."

"Now it is."

I couldn't help myself. I began to count in my head. If I focused on that, perhaps I could endure without too much crying. 

Silly me. After twenty-five swats, I stopped counting and dropped my head, tears darkening the rocks below my face. Still, I could smell my own arousal and feel Mister's hard cock pressing against my thighs. Finally, he stopped, turned me over and held me tight, kissing me, praising my acceptance. He stood, holding me in his arms, and carried me back to the river knee deep in cool water. Gently, he let me find my feet and I knelt, the water soothing my burning bottom. I took his cock in my mouth, worshiped it, adored it, pleasured it. I proved my acceptance of the reminder and punishment spankings in this manner. Always. When I felt him explode, feeding me his essence, I knew I had pleased him. I looked up at him, smiling, warming under his loving gaze. Yes, this part of Thursdays, I truly love.