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.

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."

I am His

Red and white. Those are the only colors I will be wearing next to my skin for a while. I know they are unusual colors for lent, but this is what HoH has decreed and so this is what will happen. Actually, I may wear only white underclothing but I will also be allowed to accessorize with red - more to the point, HE will be accessorize with red. 

Lent is a time of sacrifice and deep thinking and so it shall be in our household. My ass, my thighs, my breasts, the backs of my legs, one or all will be spanked, caned, or slapped each morning until my skin has reached the color HoH desires. Each morning, after I shower He will come to me, decide where I will be reddened, decided which implement He will use. While He is deciding, I will administer to his cock, suckling, caressing, kissing. When He decides, I will present myself to him as He chooses - across his lap, bent over a chair, bound to bed. When my skin has reached a satisfactory color, He may choose to make love to me or not. Then, I will go on with my morning activities - making breakfast, putting the kitchen to rights - while he dresses for work. 

I will go about my day, wearing only white undergarments next to my reddened skin and I remember I am loved and cared for and I will know my place in the universe. No matter how crazy the world is, I will know I am thought of and important and essential and respected because I am His.