the alarm went off but i never heard it. it was a dark and rainy day and
i was so tired that my mind must have just shut it out. when i realized
what the noise was, i jumped out of the bed. i was 30 minutes late and
had chores to do for master before leaving for work. usually master
wakes me before he leaves for the office but he knew i was tired and he
was worried so he let me sleep. i hopped into the shower and out in
just minutes. there were dishes in the sink that needed washed and the
coffee pot from masters morning coffee. i had promised him i would
make his favorite dinner tonight, marinated roast pork, and i had to
prepare the meat before leaving. in addition, i had to pick up the dry
cleaning on my way into work. i wouldnt have time after work or the
roast wouldnt be ready when master got home. i rushed out the door
after taking care of all the things that needed to be done in the
house.

on the way to the dry cleaner i got stuck in traffic. i was beginning to
panic. i knew that i had to make it to work on time because i had to be
there for master at 8:00. if i am late, i will be punished. finally, i
made it to the dry cleaner only to have to wait while they hunted for
masters shirts. i was so frustrated i could have screamed. when they
handed me the shirts i threw the money on the counter and rushed out.
once on the road, my only hope was to make up some time. i floored the
gas pedal and prayed not to run into a cop. no such luck on this friday
morning. before i had gone a couple of miles a cop was behind me with
his lights on. he pulled me over and in his harshest voice asked if i
was aware i was going 80 mph in a 65 mph zone? i tired to feign
innocence but it didnt work with this hard nosed trooper and as he
wrote out the ticket i began to feel ill because i know that no excuse
is going to be acceptable to master either.

i arrive at the office late and am told i will be punished for not
checking in with master on time. little does he know that theres a lot
more to it than being late. all day i was sick with anticipation and
fear knowing that i would have to confess to master about the speeding
ticket.

on the way home i watched my speed carefully. i prepared dinner and set
the table making sure everything was exactly the way master liked it.
when i heard his car pulling in the driveway i went to the foyer and
knelt waiting for master to enter. my heart was pounding as i knelt
with my head bowed and my hands behind my back. the ticket was in my
hands which were clenching so tightly the ticket was in danger of being
torn apart. i could feel tears welling up in my eyes and willed them
away to no avail.

master speaks:

when i opened the door and entered i could sense something was wrong
that went way beyond any minor punishment for being a couple of minutes
late this morning. that would have earned her a short but hard paddling
and nothing more. my slave would not have been this upset over that. i
leaned down and lifted her face up to me. look at me lisa i ordered.
she looked up and i could see fear on her face. i put mys briefcase
down and took my coat off hanging it on the coat rack that stood in the
foyer. i bade her to follow me into the living room. once there i sat
and asked her what was behind her back. she began to cry softly and
lowered her head even more. bring it to me now lisa. she knew she
would have to obey and walked to me before kneeling and handing me the
ticket. i read it and then demanded tell me how this happened. i
motioned to my lap, our place for her during discussions. she lay
across my lap and began the story. every now and then there would be a
hard swat but i was saving the real punishment for later. by the end,
she was begging me for forgiveness. of course ill forgive my slave i
said. but not until you have been punished and have learned your
lesson. what were you thinking lisa? what on earth were you thinking?


lisa speaks:

i hear the disappointment in his voice. i could have handled anger
better than this sense of having let him down. i begin sobbing and he
pats my bottom and tells me that i know that i must be punished. i nod
and reply between sobs y-y-yes m-m-m-master.
master speaks:

it breaks my heart to see my slave like this but it scares me that shes
being so foolish. what would i do without my slave? she is the light of
my life, i adore her and wouldnt know what to do if something happened
to her. i am glad she cant see my face and the look of sadness on it
over the fact that i must punish my slave harshly to make her aware
that this type of behavior is not acceptable.

lisa speaks:

finally, he tells mer that i will be punished tomorrow morning. when i
gets up, i am to shower, put on one of his dress shirts i brought from
the cleaners and i ams to have the paddle at my side at all times until
he tells me it is time for my punishment. he sends me off to serve
dinner but not before giving me a good hard swat on my bottom.

master speaks:

after dinner she comes to me, sitting at my feet. she begins to massage
my tired feet with scented oil. i sit back and relax enjoying the
attention of my slave. i know shes being very sweet in an attempt to
gain some leniency. i am tempted to give in but i must teach her that
she has to protect herself when i am not there to protect her. still, i
cant help but reach out and touch her head running my fingers through
her hair.

later, i was laying in bed when i felt my slaves hand meekly touch my
soft shaft, very lightly and hesitantly at first. she was being bold by
touching me without my telling her to. i allowed it because i wanted to
see where she was going and, i must admit, because it felt wonderful.
by not saying anything she sensed she could go on. her small soft hand
encircled my dick that was now waking up. slowly and sensually she
stroked the shaft. her other hand crept down and cupped my hairy balls.
so softly i could barely hear, she spoke, master i-i-i am so sorry
that i got the ticket and i swear i will never ever do it again.
puh-please dont be upset with me and please dont paddle me too hard.
i know i have to be spanked but pleaseee.

i didnt respond, i had to be firm but i know that she can tell the
effect her meek, submissive appology has on me by the twitch and sudden
hardness in her hand. i had heard enough for now. i grasped her by the
hair and pulled her to my hard cock. her mouth opened instinctively as
i pulled her down on it. for the next 30 minutes i enjoyed a long slow
blow job. we both knew she would not be fucked until after she had been
punished so i intended to enjoy this and to make it last as long as
possible, but eventually i succumbed to the oral talents of my slave
and deposited a hot load of gooey cum deep in her throat. i then rolled
over and nuzzled into her ample ass, theone i would beat the next
morning. i rested. i would need my strength tomorrow. the after
punishment sex is the best ever. i hope my slave doesnt think this
will make things easier on her tomorrow. this only strengthens my
resolve that she needs to learn a lesson. i cannot imagine not sharing
this bed with my slave or feeling her soft body close to mine. i cannot
imagine not having her here to share with.

lisa speaks:

i was thrilled when master allowed me to touch him without permission. i
was nervous about approaching him because he does not usually allow
such liberties. i dont imagine it will make much difference when it
comes time to punish me tomorrow but i gave master a good long blow job
and he feel asleep quickly and soundly once it was over. it took me a
while to fall asleep as i kept thinking about the spanking i would have
to endure in the morning.

the next morning, i woke early. i showered, put on masters shirt and
picked up the paddle to make my way downstairs to make his coffee and
start our day. when i brought the coffee and newspaper up to him he had
me stretch across his lap. he was sitting up in bed with pillows behind
his back. i laid the paddle down on the bed and took my place. he put
the paddle on my bottom and placed his coffee cup on it. one wrong
move lisa and you will have another reason for being paddled. i didnt
dare move as i heard him opening the paper to read. i stayed perfectly
still until i felt his hand slide between my thighs. i almost jumped
and then remembered the coffee on my behind. i couldnt stand the
anticipation and wished he would just spank me and get it over with.

finally, he removed the coffee and the paddle and got up to go to the
bathroom. he told me when he returned from showering he wanted me in
position on the bed face down with the pillows under me so my bottom
would be nice and available. on his way out he turns and tells me to
make sure i lube my butt. i cringe at the thought. after a hard
spanking master likes to fuck me harder and when my bottom is already
hurting having a big hard dick in my asshole is not the easiest thing
to bear.

master speaks:

i get into the nice hot shower. i take my time because i know the longer
my slave has to wait the greater the anticipation and the more remorse
she will feel. as i wash up my dick begins to harden at the thought of
the paddling shes about to get. i love the way her ample ass jiggles
as the paddle makes contact. the sound alone is so exciting it makes me
hard. i remember being excited by the sound of other students being
disciplined when i was a child in school. i cant resist stroking my
soapy dick and i can feel my balls getting heavy and taut. i rinse off
before i get too excited. i want to save this load for my slave after
shes been properly punished. i dry off, shave, brush my teeth, all the
time thinking of how many swats im going to give her. i wonder if i
should use the cane on her or will the paddle do the job. the cane
certainly would leave some nice reminders of why she is being punished.
finally, all fresh and clean shaven i go to my slave. i see her in
exactly the position i expected to see her in. she is laying face down
on the bed, spread eagle with her hips raised by the pillows. i kneel
between her legs and begin giving her a good hard hand spanking.

lisa speaks:

i am trembling as i hear master enter the room. i am so afraid and yet i
want this to be finished. the anticipation has been killing me. master
knows this and i know hes been using it against me. it has worked. im
already close to tears and i feel like such a wimp because of it. and
yet, i know master wants those tears, wants the emotion so he will know
how remorseful i am. it is a type of dance we do, we know the steps and
play them out. it is no less genuine because we have done this so many
time, it is a formula that works well for us. he scolds, i cry, i get
punished and im forgiven until the next time. as he climbs on the bed
between my legs my heart begins pounding even faster. i can barely
catch my breath. i finally take a deep breath and hold it as i feel
masters strong hand land on my bottom. it takes a few seconds of hard,
fast spanking before the pain fully registers and when it does i let
out an involuntary moan. my back arches and my legs bend at the knees.
i hear master tell me if i dont keep those legs in place hell tie
them down. i almost shout out go ahead. it would be one less thing
for me to have to worry about.

master speaks:

i can see my slave trembling, can tell shes trying to hold back the
tears. before im through the tears will flow freely. i want them,
expect them and will not stop until i see them. unless i see genuine
remorse i will not forgive my slave, will not hold her and make love to
her and forgive her. i keep spanking her with my hand until it begins
to hurt and then i pick up the paddle, the symbol of my authority over
my slave. i climb off the bed and stand at the side so i can get better
leverage for the swats. i have my slave move closer to the edge so i
dont have to lean to spank her. shes already hurting and moves slowly
but she does as ordered. once in position, i begin to paddle her
naughty rump. the sound reverberates through the room and as it bounces
off the walls my dick gets harder. her cheeks are turning a bright red
and i can hear the moans of pain as she endures her punishment. finally
i hear her quietly begin to sob. she begins to beg for forgiveness
promising to never get another ticket, to be more careful when driving,
to not sleep late, to be a better slave, to obey me always. with every
promise i swat her again harder and harder. my dick is throbbing and i
want to fuck my slave.

lisa speaks:

i can barely stand the pain as the paddle pounds into my ass. i have to
focus all my concentration on not moving, not jumping out of range of
that dreaded paddle. i bury my face in the mattress but before long i
cant hold back the tears and i begin to sob. its a relief in a way,
to let my emotions loose, to not hold back anymore. i know master has
been waiting for this, for me to beg and promise to not disobey again.
i want so much to be the perfect slave to him. i know thats almost
impossible but thats whats in my heart. finally the words are out
please master, i wont speed again, please master dont spank me
anymore, please master ill be a good slave please master, please..
suddenly it stops and i feel his strong hand gently stroking my sore
bottom and then my back. he bends and kisses my back all the way to my
bruised and battered behind. i am still sobbing but there is something
else going on now. my moans are turning from pain to pleasure. this is
part of the dance too, this after spanking sex. for both of us, the
need is to come together in such a way that we know we are whole again.
i need to give myself to master to show my devotion and obedience, my
love for this good man. he needs to show me that he is in charge, that
he controls everything and that he too cares for his slave and can
offer forgiveness.

his hand slips between my thighs and he finds the wetness he was sure
would be there. i blush. how is it that i can be paddled so hard,
endure so much pain and still be excited? i have never been able to
understand that connection but it is what master desires and i have
never failed to give that to him even if it wasnt a conscious choice
on my part. as he finds my swollen clit i let out a long, low moan
while lifting my hips to offer myself to him.

master speaks:

i am so proud of my slave at this moment. she took her spanking like the
obedient slave that she is and without a single complaint. the begging
is to be expected, demanded even though no words are spoken. the sight
of her bottom as it begins to bruise is so exciting i can think of
nothing but fucking the daylights out of her. im not surprised to find
her cunt wet when i reach between her legs. she is so responsive, so
sexy. no other woman has excited me in the ways she has, no one ever
will again. as my lips brushed her not swollen bottom it felt like she
was on fire. i help her to her knees and press my hard dick against her
cunt, the heat from her bottom warms my belly as i press against her. i
dont enter her yet, i want to tease her until shes so excited she
will be begging for my dick. the head of my big dick slides up and down
her slit pressing against her clit. i slide my thumb in her asshole
which makes her moan even harder. shes pushing herself against me
begging me to fuck her. i love the sound of her soft submissive voice
begging me please fuck me master, ohhhhhhhhh pleaseeeeeee.

lisa speaks:

the feel of masters big, hard dick makes me crazy. i want to feel him
deep inside my throbbing cunt. the muscles in my cunt are contracting,
trying to draw him into me as he slides up and down my wet slit. im
begging him when i can feel his hands grab my waist and i can feel his
hard shaft plunge into me. my back arches and an animal growl escapes
my mouth from somewhere deep inside. nothing in this world feels better
than master inside me. we fit so well together that sometimes i think
this man was made just for me. as he begins to fuck me harder i push
back to meet his every stroke. i can feel the climax building, that
sense of tension coming up from deep inside and screaming to break
free.

master speaks:

i am deep inside my slave, fucking her hard and i can feel the trembling
in her body as she begins to approach her climax. i reach up with one
hand and pinch her nipple hard and listen as her breathing turns into
panting. i know shes on the verge and i begin to count. she knows that
when i reach five she will be permitted to cum. one, two, three, four,
five. shes screaming as she calls out my name. her muscles contract so
tightly i feel like my dick is being swallowed and that sends me over
the edge. i cant hold back and i begin my own orgasm. my dick is
pulsating as my hot cum fills her to overflowing. i am groaning and her
name escapes my lips in a hissing sound lisa. finally its over, we
are still together, my dick inside her growing soft. she is panting as
she tries to catch her breath. i pull out of her, climb onto the bed
and pull her close to me. you are forgiven my slave. i hear her
contented sigh as she snuggles closer to me and we fall asleep.

lisa speaks:

i am spent from the emotion of the spanking and the intense orgasm
master brought me to. i could not imagine not sharing these moments
with this man and i know i will be more careful when driving. i am safe
in his arms as i hear him tell me i am forgiven and i fall asleep
almost instantly, safe within the arms of my master.