Broken Rule + Attitude = Ouch

So the other day I posted our Spring rules. Two days ago I broke one, so yesterday was a punishment day. Why not on the day I broke the rule? Because THAT was my maintenance day. What did I do? I argue with Him that  it was a bad choice for MD. I pointed out that we had just had an MD four days before and not only was I not prepared for such a day since I had made an appointment for a massage, but that I didn't NEED another MD so soon. I also ignored his warning and continued to argue until he'd had enough and told me that not only would I cancel my massage and graciously accept his choice for MD as is posted in our Rules, but that I would have an entire day of punishment the next day, which was yesterday. Okay. That finally made me shut up. At another point in time, I will describe a typical MD for us, but now I am to describe yesterday, my Day of Punishment (DOP).

First, I am denied any clothing for any reason. Not even shoes. This is to remind me of my choice to submit to Him and that I have given Him control of my body. I hate this and He knows it. Forced nudity always makes me feel humiliated and humbled, which is the point I suppose. Also, I am not allowed to shower or bathe without permission which won't be until late evening so anything he puts on me stays on me. He begins by having me kneel on the hardwood floor and accept his cock into my mouth. I love this act of submission. It's probably my favorite. Savoring his flavor, hearing him moan, cradling his balls and giving him pleasure until he pours his seed down my throat. What's not to love! Today, though, he pulls out and sprays his seed on my face and breasts. The hot liquid sears my skin and I blush knowing that I will not be allowed to clean my skin until tonight. I hope that he will wipe some off of me, but this is not to be. I need to learn, he tells me, quietly, to accept his will. I want desperately to wipe the quickly cooling stickiness off of my face. I want desperately to lick the remaining drop from his cock, but I don't want more than what he has already planned for me, so I agree with him.

He helps me to my feet only to pull me over his lap for my first OTK of the day. He talks while he spanks me. He tells me that I agreed to the rules. That he will not tolerate deviation from them. If I don't like the rules, I can change them in June. He's right and I know it, which hurts more than his hand, which is considerable! This goes on for a good fifteen minutes. He spanks me with a slow, steady, firm hand and by the time he is finished, my tears have washed away most of his dried semen from my face. He turns me over, holds me, kisses me and tells me how proud he is of the way I accepted my first spanking. Later, when I've calmed down, I go about my daily chores - nude. Thank goodness he closed the draperies! After I have prepared and served lunch and he has tidied the kitchen, he takes me to the basement. He cuffs my wrists and attached them to the hook in the low ceiling. I can stand easily on flat feet but the concrete is cold and I shift from foot to foot. He tells me to stand still and I do. Then, he applies tweezer clips to my nipples. I suck in my breath because he makes the really tight! He kisses me again and tells me that it's okay. I can scream. He has soundproofed the basement for just this reason. Then, he picks up his flogger. He tells me that he will flog my front and back ten times each - once for each rule. He will tell me one rule after each strike and I will repeat it. If I can do this, he will release my nipples upon completion. If I make a mistake, he will add a weight to the chain between the tweezers. He flogs my belly first and I squeal. I do just fine for the first nine, then I mess up and don't repeat the rule exactly. He puts a 2 ounce weight on the chain and I drop my head, crying. I'm careful not to mess up again. Now, my belly and back are on fire. He sucks on one nipple and releases it from the tight clip. I scream. The second is even worse. He releases my arms, holds me and again praises how well I've accepted my punishment.

Then, he tells me to bend over the sawhorse, which I do. My feet are cold and my skin tender, but I'm humbled to the point of almost total submission. He lubes up my bottom and fucks me. Hard. This is part of my punishment, not my pleasure. He holds my shoulders down and says nothing. I feel my own juices gliding down my thighs and I want so much to cum, but he won't allow this. I beg him to cum instead and he does. He pulls out and releases on my bottom and I cry out in disappointment. I wanted him to cum inside of me! He knows this but won't allow it. This is a DOP. He makes me stay in place but walks in front of me. He guides my head up until it's even with his cock. He orders me to clean him. I don't like ATM, which is why he is doing this. I understand and accept. I open my mouth accept him. I suck and slurp and clean him completely. He praises me, helps me to stand again and tells me I've earned a nap before dinner.

A few hours later I serve him dinner. Before he cleans up, though, he bends me over a kitchen stool. He opens the freezer. I can't see anything, but he tells me while I slept he worked. He prepared a large fig of ginger and froze it. That way, it will defrost slowly in my anus. I am to stay bend over the stool, figged, while he does the dishes. I am not to move. I may vocalize a bit, but no wiggling. I am not to allow the fig to escape my anus even if it means clenching. Yes, this will increase the burn, but it is his wish that I do this and He expects me to obey. I tell him I understand, and I do. Holy God that burned! Naturally, he took his time with the dishes while I concentrated on standing still and keeping the ginger in my ass. Sure enough it began to slip and I had to clench. I started to cry, which he ignored. Finally, I felt him remove the fig and I babbled my thanks. He laughed and told me he wasn't through. He took me downstairs again and tied me, spread eagle to the bed. Then, he placed a small dab of wasabi directly on my clit. I screamed in agony. The fire intense and my pussy dripping. Please, please, I begged. I'll be good. I promise. I've learned. But please, please fuck my pussy.

He does. But not with his cock. He straddles over me, his balls on my open mouth and fucks me with a dildo. I suckle his balls, grateful he's given them to me while he makes me cum over and over again with the dildo.  When I'm nothing but a mass of boneless jelly, he stops, but he's not finished. He places himself between my stretched legs and enters me. Not my pussy. Oh no. He takes my ass again. I cry from the torment but cum yet again from the pleasure. He uses me without mercy, ignores my pleas and takes his pleasure. I beg him to cum inside of me. Please, give me that small comfort. I think he might because he slows his movements for a moment, bends to kiss me and whispers, "No."

He pulls out and cums across my belly. After a time, he releases my bonds and holds me. Again, he tells me I've taken all of my punishments well. I have only one more left. I am to go upstairs, shower and present myself to him in our bedroom. He will spank me again, OTK. If I accept this with the grace he expects, he will then tuck me into bed, my punishment complete. Tomorrow morning, He will make love to me and cum inside of my pussy. If I argue or complain, I will have another DOP tomorrow.

This morning, we made love and it was glorious.

Ihave sinned - 4

Sunday afternoon. He's given me a choice. I am naked, naturally, and restrained. I am in the basement in our special room - carpeted thickly with heavy curtains hanging along all the walls acting not only as a cover for all the hooks and brackets, but also as an effective sound barrier. The room boasts a large, comfortable four posted bed, two wing backed chairs, one sturdy wooden desk and straight backed chair, a cabinet holding various implements, and another cabinet holding a decanter of good scotch and a few glasses.

I will remain here for the rest of the afternoon at least.  My hands are tied in front of me. He smiles as he offers me the choice - magnetic nipple clips, a pretty new enormous plug, a hand of ginger.  The clips will be horribly painful after about 10 minutes. The plug will hurt going in and I will likely have to wear it for hours, the ginger will burn like hell for about 20 minutes. I point to the ginger.

He kissed me and led me to a post of the bed. He untied my wrists long enough to retie them around the post. He kissed me gently and said, "I thought you might choose that. Did you, by any chance notice that there were five large fingers on that hand?"

I dropped my head. He began to peel and shape the first finger. "I didn't think so. Now, just because I want to, and because of your lack of observance, not only will each finger be put in you for twenty minutes," he inserted the freshly peeled ginger into my anus, "but for you will also wear the clips - twenty minutes on,twenty minutes off."

He placed the clips on my nipples. I cringe with pain and my pussy drips with anticipation. I cry just a bit.

"And then, my dear, when the time is up, I'm going to insert your new pretty, jeweled plug. After that, I'll release you, spank your beautiful ass, and fuck your wet pussy." I moaned. "By then, you'll be ready to come at a simple touch, won't you?"

"Yes, I will, Sir," I answered truthfully. Hell, I wanted to beg him to take me now - with the burn of the ginger making me dance and the pressure on my nipples shooting fingers of need straight to my clit.

He laughed, swatted my ass, and said, "Good. But if you cum without permission, my love, I'll pull out and spank you again." I gasped in despair. "Now, I'll just set the timer and leave you in peace for a while. Twenty minutes from now, I'll release those pretty little nipples and refresh your figged bottom. Be a good girl."

Just over 100 minutes later - sweat pouring off my body, my breath coming in pants, he released me. He sucked my sore nipples, shooting waves of pleasure through my body. He took out the ginger and quickly replaced it with the metal plug. I began to quiver, unable to stop myself. I'm not sure what's wetter - my face or my thighs.

"None of that," he scolded sternly. Then, he sat on the bed and flipped me over his lap. Over and over his hand came down on my bottom. I tried to rub my clit against his leg, but he wouldn't allow me. I cried, I screamed. Yes, the pain was there, but more was the need to cum. He flipped me over onto the end of the bed. He stood naked and beautiful before me. Then, he grabbed my ankles, pulled the up to his shoulder and rammed his glorious cock inside my pussy. I clenched around him,clawing at the covers, desperate not to cum. He fucked me hard,without gentleness, without mercy. He hands kneaded my breasts. I began to see red and knew my pleasure was about to take over.

"Please, please let me cum," I begged.

"Now!" he ordered.

I felt his hot serum shoot inside of me and purple stars exploded before my eyes and shook, I trembled. Someone screamed his name, and I realized it was me.

Later, he lay with me and held me gently, kissed me and told me how much he loved me, how beautiful I was. I warmed under his words, knowing they were not merely words, but truth.

"When will you take the plug out?" I quietly asked.

"Tomorrow. Then, I'm going to fuck your ass."

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.

Naked in the Woods - 2

We have been here for three days now. She has slipped into quite the submissive state. She also smiles laughs more than she has in months. I should have brought her here sooner. From now on, at least every six week I am bringing her here. Yesterday, she tested me. During a simple breakfast of tea and porridge, she began a conversation. She started talking about getting a new car. I just stared are her a moment, shocked that she would so blatantly break the rule of silence. She knew she was allowed to speak only with permission, and never about anything from the outside world. When she saw my expression, she smiled and apologized. It was the smile that told me she was testing my resolve. I pointed to the corner. She blushed a bit but immediately bowed her head and went to go stand in the corner, hands behind her back.

I opened the wardrobe where I kept all of my supplies. I don't really like a ball gag, so instead I grabbed a simple scarf. I tied it around her mouth.

"There. That will remind you to stay silent."

Next, I went out to the garden. I had planted a large crop of ginger and now dug some up. I pulled out my knife and carved it into shape. Going back inside, I pushed her shoulder against the wall and kicked her legs out a bit, forcing her to stick out her bottom. Then, I inserted the fig into her anus. The burn started immediately, because she began to whimper.

"That's right. It burns doesn't it. You need to let go of the world. For now, your entire world is right here. This cabin, me, this land. I was thinking about having you choose what implement you wanted me to use for your morning spanking, but not now. I'm choosing. You need to accept the simple fact that you belong to me and that you have rules which I expect to be followed. You agreed to the rules. Do you still agree? Nod yes or no."

She nodded her agreement. Had she shook her head, I would have ungagged her, removed the fig and renegotiated the rules. But she had just given me permission, as I knew she would, to discipline her as I saw fit. He knew she was expecting a spanking, but he had a different idea. While she squirmed in her corner, he retrieved items from the wardrobe. Then, he sat and watched her. Her ass wiggled she bounced up and down on her toes. After about twenty minutes, he knew the effectiveness of the ginger was wearing off, so he stood, kissed her neck and removed the fig.

"Now turn around, but keep your hands behind your back."

She did so and he kissed her tear stained face. He lowered his head and sucked her nipples until they were hard little pebbles. Then, he showed her the chop sticks.

He ruthlessly attached them to her nipples. She bit down on the scarf, moaning. A fresh batch of tears fell down her face. Standing back he surveyed his handiwork.

"That should do it. Now, clean up the breakfast dishes. Once that chore's finished, I'll administer your morning spanking. After that, I'll remove the chop sticks and scarf. Hopefully, that will suffice in teaching you that I intend to enforce our rules."

Holiday Spice

I love the holidays. So many opportunities. Garland for her bonds. Ornaments for her nipples. Candles for dildos or waxing. She loves when I take her out on a cold winter night all bundled up in her warm woolen coat, boots, gloves, muffler - and no other clothing. I usually attach her nipple clips on such occasions and perhaps an anal plug. Then, we head to the grocery store or movie. Perhaps Sunday I'll dress her in such a way then take her to church.

Today, however, I came home from work and the house was filled with the warming scent of spiced cider. She'd been slowly brewing it all day. The delicate flavour of apple mixed with cinnamon, oranges and, my favourite, ginger. She dips a cup for me and tops it with butterscotch schnapps. I smile at her, my mind already at work.

"Fresh ginger?" I ask.
"Of course," she answers smugly.

"Any left over?"
"Of course, my Lord."

I laugh as she retrieves it from the fridge for me. She kisses me and heads into the bedroom, knowing to prepare for me. I hear her as she removes her clothes and opens drawers. I finish my cup of cider and begin to peel the ginger into a thick finger.

When I enter the bedroom, I am pleased. She never fails me and I never cease to wonder at her beauty, intelligence and trust. She is face down on the bed, a pillow beneath her hips. Her ankles are tied to the ends of the bed, spread eagle. She has tied silken scarves to her wrists and then looped the ends over the ornament in the centre of the headboard. For a moment, I simply marvel at her loveliness and my luck in having her. Then, I approach her.

I rub the finger of ginger against her anus and can already see the wetness begin to glisten. I insert it - fully and quickly. She gasps and begins to squirm as the burn seeps into her innards.

"I have a special surprise for you."

She whimpers a bit but I know she will accept my plan. I place one of the peeled pieces of skin, ginger side up, against her clit. She's panting now, the burn intense and new.

"That's a good girl. Now, I'm going to spank you and you are going to keep still so that your clit will sizzle as much as your bottom. Understand?"

"Yes, my Lord."

"What day is this?" I ask.

"The fourteenth, my Lord."

"Yes. So, for fourteen minutes we will continue in such a manner. Are you ready?"

She is squirming, biting her lip, her pussy dripping honey. The burning of the ginger intense on her tender, sensitive skin.

"Yes, my Lord and Master."

submissive learns from mistakes

I disobeyed. Intentionally. It makes no difference what my infraction, what matters is what I learned and how I learned it. My Lord is harsh, strict, fair and clear in his expectations. I always, always have the right - the duty - to say NO. He always respects that. He loves me.

Still, I knowingly and willingly disobeyed a directive. I deserve this. I need this. I want this. He will not show me mercy but he will give me compassion, understanding and love. He is my Lord and Master in these moments, minutes, hours. I will feel this punishment for days. No marks will show, but I will remember, nonetheless. My muscles will ache. My anus will hurt.

He gingers me. The burn makes me cry. I keep the plugs in until he comes. His pleasure before mine.

Twenty minutes goes by My jaw aches. But he fills my mouth, feeds me.

He rests, then hooks me. Now, his teeth on my breasts. He nips, bites.  No real marks, just redness. Tenderness. Pain. Tears flood my eyes. Again. I am grateful.

Today, it is not about my fulfillment, but my discipline.

Time goes by. He gains strength again and fucks me. Hard. The hook hurts, my nipples burn. He fucks. I learn - again - why I need him.

Bless Him.