Obedience

 We are on a three day train trip and have our own sleeper car. Still, only a curtain separates us from the other passengers walking by. Because of the nearness of others, He has refrained from spanking, but that doesn't mean he has refrained from discipline me, it simply means He is more creative and I must be silent. Today, He opened the small cooler in our luggage and pulled out a prepared ginger fig. He told me to undress and to hand Him all of my clothing. I hesitated, not wanting to be so exposed in a semi-private place. I shouldn't have done that. He inserted the fig into my anus and I began to cry. The burning was intense. He then told me that because of my hesitation, not only would my back, but also my front burn. Obviously, he had planned ahead. He pulled out a tube of wasabi and told me to spread my legs. Very quietly i begged for forgiveness, but He laughed pleasantly. He enjoys my begging and i know this and so i do it often even thought i know He will not have mercy. Fear more reprisal, i do as he says and spread my legs. He squeezes a small dab of wasabi directly onto my clit and i have to bit my cheek to keep from crying out. Tears are no flowing down my cheeks as my lady parts burn. He kisses me and then sits back to watch. I squirm and wiggle, but because of the window and my nudity, i am restricted in my movements, despite the lack of bonds. But then, i look into His eyes and see His pleasure. And in His pleasure, i find my own.

Time to get Down and Dirty

 She knows better, obviously, and knows I will not tolerate rudeness simply for the sake of being rude. I also could not fail but note the gloating look she cast my way, testing to see my reaction to her disregard of a simple request - please pick up my dry cleaning today - stating only that she "didn't feel like it." Game on. Time to get down and dirty.

I picked her up, took her to the back yard and made her strip. If she's too sassy, she looses her clothes, Time for a bit of humbling. She grumbles, but obeys. Then, I tell her to put her hands against the big oak tree while I teach her some manners. She balks, complains, tries to argue. That's when I pull out the chains. She quiets, but remains sulky and holds out her wrists. I attached the chains and loop her latched wrists over a peg I have pounded into the tree - yes this behavior is not new or unusual. I remind her to stand still, which she does not. Fine. I leave her in place go back inside to get the prepared fig. I KNEW I'd need this.I also grab some wasabi. She deserves it. I press her chest against the rough bark of the tree and insert the fig of ginger in her anus. Now she's begging me to stop, promising she'll be good. I am not even close to falling for this. I take the tube of wasabi and place a tiny dab on her clit. That will get her attention!
She sucks in her breath as the double sting and burn of the ginger and horseradish tantalize her delicate tissue. While she's processing this, I pick up my switch and teach her the manners she has so easily forgotten. After about 10 minutes, she's crying and far more humble than before. She's no longer asking me to stop, but rather asking for forgiveness. MUCH better, so I sooth her poor red bottom, remove the ginger and kiss her.
"Okay," she says, panting a bit, "I've been a bitch. I apologize Sir."
"I accept that apology, but you didn't think I was finished with your lesson did you?"

Her eyes opened wide.
"Your mouth gets you in trouble, so I want no speaking. I'm not gagging you, so you you must control yourself. You speak or even moan too loudly. You scream or gasp louder than a whisper, you will regret it. For each time you break this rule, you will add another fifteen minutes to your time outside."

I see her face pale. True, I live in a secluded, country area, but there's always a chance someone could come by. Besides, she hates the outside - fair skinned, a tasty treat for bugs, a strong dislike of dirt and mud.  She nods and gulps. I know she will now honestly try to obey.

I release her from the tree and take her to the meadow where I place her on her back. Now, I'm going to fuck her. She hates being fucked outside, but I love it. The soft, fragrant grass, sunshine, butterflies, perfect. I hold her hands above her head and offer no mercy. This is my time to enjoy and her time to re-learn her place. She is dripping wet, her folds sweet with her own honey, so i know she doesn't mind too much. I give no warm up, but thrust into her. The wasabi has been either absorbed or brushed off now, but her clit is tender and sensitive and she cums almost immediately. Without thought, she cries out and I grin. Oh yes. Today will be glorious - well - for me anyway. After a good long time I feel the mountain move and know I'm going to cum soon. She's so soft and warm and her eyes beg me for more and more. I pull out and spray her body with my seed. Hot, white cream hits her stomach, her tits even and again she screams. She loves for me to fill her with my cum, but today isn't about what she wants, it's about her obedience. Another fifteen minutes of communion with nature.

I dress again, standing while leaving her to lie nude, her wrists still attached to light chains, on the grass. I helped her up and she walks behind me to the hiking trail. Suddenly, I'm in the mood for a bit of exercise. Understanding her fate - to walk through the woods, nude, covered in cum - my poor girl begins to cry - quietly. She drops to her knees, lowers he head and waits. She's begging now, silently, obeying my rule. I smile, Yes, she's learning now. The question is, though, do I grant her mercy and allow her to spend her remaining time in the relative safety of my yard or, do I remain stern and have her follow me on my short walk where she will suffer humiliation and fear of exposure. Truly, this is a simple questions. What kind of a Man would I be if I were too soft? I tilt her head up, kiss her and give the leash a small tug. I'm so looking forward to my little walk.

No Quarter given nor asked for

I have teased him for months. On-line, texting, pictures. He has been out of the country, TDY, but now, he is home and it is time to face the music. For the last week, he has made love to me gently, beautifully, acquainting himself with my body again. Today, though, is my day of retribution. Veteran's Day. Today I will serve my Veteran in any and all way. I am his prisoner and no quarter will be asked or given. It is chilly outside, but that will makes no difference. To begin, he takes me to the woodshed. Yes, it stores wood for the fireplace, but also is used for a more traditional purpose. He keeps an old chair in the building for just this purpose. To begin, though, He had me walk the wood and cut a handful of switches. I tied them together then presented the bundle to him for his inspection. He was clear that I was to leave the little twigs attached. I kneeled in the chair and he began. Over and over he thrashed my bottom until the twigs began to break. I cried out, the pain searing my bottom, but he did not slow, simply placed a hand on my back to steady me. Only when each of the switches had broken did he stop.

By this time I was sobbing. He gathered me into his arms and comforted me, a kindness which made me sob even more. Then, he carried me inside, lay me gently on the bed. He rubbed ointment on my red bottom and lubed my hole. Then, he took it. He plunged in, balls deep, into my bottom hole. I screamed in surprise and a bit of pain, but he fucked me. Hard. Pulling my hair. I wanted to cum, but he whispered that if I did, he would call his troops over have them watch my next punishment then give me to them for their use. I bit my lip and focused on not cumming. Luckily, he used me hard and fast and came quickly, filling my bowels with his blessed seed.  Panting, he lay beside me and pushed my head down so that I could clean his cock and taste his cum.

When he recovered, he had more plans for me.  He had me stand and walked me out into our woods. There, he cuffed my hands behind a tree and tied me in place. The rough bark irritating my tender bottom and cool breeze raising goose flesh. Once in place, he scolded me fiercely for my wanton ways. He then pulled out a small container from his pocket and my eyes widened. Wasabi. He grinned wickedly and placed a small dab on my nipples and my clit. The fire shot into my nerves immediately and i bit my lip to keep from screaming. Tears fell down my cheeks and he continued to scold me. He took out his cock, hard and lovely and perfect. He rubbed himself, masturbating in front of me. i cried more. I hated not being able to touch him, but this, I knew, was justified. He came quickly, spraying my body with his seed. Then, he sat. He just sat in the grass and watched as i struggled with the humiliation of my exposure and the sting of the wasabi his cum drying on my skin. He glanced at his pocket watch and smiled again.

I knew, today would be a long, beautiful day. No quarter given. Nor asked for.