Better than Chocolate

They are both up early to deal with an issue. It is 7 am and she has returned to bed. He walks into the bedroom and sees her lying there.

“Okay, let’s get this squared away. Ten strokes. I think that should be adequate to ensure you look more carefully for lap top chargers in the future.”

She lies there, hoping he can be derailed by her disinterest.”

“Out of that bed, now!”

She gets out of the bed slowly; pulls off the covers, one foot on the floor and then the other; stands up and stands at the end of the bed. Her reluctance is evident in every move, every breath she takes.

“Night gown off!”

She pulls the black silk nightgown over her head and places it on the bed, in a little bundle.

“All right. Bend over, please, elbows on the bed, and I suggest you bite on the pillow. I’ll take a dim view of it if you call out and the children hear.”

She does as she is told, and collects the soft European sized pillow, bites on it and holds each edge.

“Perhaps, after you have a burning bottom your memory for what you do with lap top chargers will improve. I suspect it will. Don’t you dare break position! You show me your submission by being very still and accepting your punishment quietly.”

She does not break position. She bites down on her pillow, only allowing little muffled cries to emit out of her mouth. She takes the ten strokes stoically, even remembering to wait for permission to move.

“Have you learned you lesson?”

She says she has. She won’t do it again. She thanks her master for her punishment.

“All right. Back into bed, and let’s have a nap.”

It is still very early. She tries to nap, but can’t. Her master naps beside her, with her spooned behind him. Eventually, she tries to sleep faced the other way, and this wakes him. His hands wander over her body. He pinches her nipples; feels the warmth of her backside, and between her legs.

He places her on her back and enters her, her legs up around her waist. She does not resist, but nor is she in her submissive mindset. Ambivalence reigns supreme. He stops moving; looks into her eyes.

“Oh girl, you haven’t had nearly enough, have you? You need much more. On your fours!”

She remains still.

“I don’t think you are in a good place to be disobedient.”

She moves into position, hesitantly. She may be cheeky, but she’s not stupid. He has a good point.

“Those doms you talk to...they are right about you. You’ll appreciate your station better when you’ve had a high enough number of strokes. I just need to keep swinging this cane until you’ve got the message that you are a submissive, and you need to toe the line. Bite on that pillow!”

She does as he tells her to do. The truth be told, this is exactly the outcome she wanted, but he swings much harder this time and she feels the full sting of the blasted stick. She rolls to one side in protest.

“Get back in position!”

She returns to all fours and waits.

“Let’s just keep going until we can be sure that you know how to behave.”

He swings the cane across her lower rump, time and time again, until one stroke just becomes the next. It is all just part of an inferno that has been ignited in her rear. She doesn’t even think to leave position any more. She will move when he tells her to, and not before.

Finally, he puts down his cane and takes another pillow and places it under her hips. Interestingly, she is no longer ambivalent. Now, her body expresses a deep interest to be plunged and pilfered. He enters her from behind and hits away at the spot that sends her into orgasm immediately.

He has his way with her for several minutes, whilst she groans into her pillow, but a different sounding groan altogether this time. She feels every stab and jab of his cock and she drops into a sea of pleasure and abandon. He touches her slippery cunt and she expresses her satisfaction with deep guttural sounds. After several minutes, he climaxes with intense satisfaction. This time, he groans with her. They lie together, for a few minutes, he on top of her. But, the time is late and he moves to have a shower.

“You may not touch yourself.”

She pulls herself up on her elbows and turns to look at him, over her shoulder. She smiles.

“You were thinking of touching yourself, weren’t you?”

“You didn’t bring down the side table.”

She has been using diversionary tactics for many years and this is just one of them.

“Oh, didn’t I?”

She realizes her mistake immediately. It must still be in the back of the car.

“More statements instead of questions, I see. Well, then, let’s have some more of the cane.”

She mock cries.

“No. That’s okay. We’ll sort out that rebellious streak. I’m on the programme; some more of the cane and we can get a lot of matters sorted this morning.”

She turns her body over one more time to display her striped bottom.

“Pout up.”

She pouts up.

She feels two more stinging bites across her rump. When her breathing returns to normal she asks if her bottom is striped.

“It’s striped, all right. Take a look yourself.”

He brings over a mirror so that she can see her scarlet coloured ass.

“Now, you think before you speak, today, if you ever want to sit down again. Do you understand?”

She is demure now. She is not not enjoying herself. Losing control is what she loves best; a control freak who hates having control. It is her sore ass that decides how she will answer.

“Yes master.”

“All right, into the shower immediately, and I want you on your best behaviour the entire day.”

“Yes master.”

“And?”

“Thank you for my punishment, master.”

She scurries into the bathroom.

That was better than chocolate, she thinks.