A Punishment.

*I promised myself I'd get this one posted before I go to bed last night but I got way too tired. Hi there, it's been a long while.  I have all these half written posts and I write and then time flows by and I don't get back to writing about my night with S.  So back to my night with S last night. Just a reminder, this is all consensual.  We play safe and with a safeword.  

I walk over to his place, only 2 blocks away and I ring his bell.  He buzzes me in and as I walk up the stairs, I hear the door buzz again.  I finally get to midway of the last set of stairs and I see him standing in the door post.  I walk up and I stand about a foot and a half in front of him.  All I can think of is how sexy he look in his untucked dress shirt. He steps out, whips me around, and puts me face against the wall and my hands above my head on the wall.  My stomach in now in my throat because I don't know what to expect, not to mention we're still in the hallway/staircase. (Good thing he has the floor to himself.)

I hear him unbuckle his belt. And right after I feel it hit my ass.  He continues to belt me and I moan out in pain, and I try not to be loud.  He stops and wraps the belt around my neck.  I LOVE being choked.  I know it's a huge risk, but I really trust S. He does it once then grabs me by the hair and brings me inside. 

He shuts the door and I drop my bag.  I don't even remember how he starts choking me, but he does and as I start to see my vision go a little, he loosens it. "Take a deep breath." I do and he goes back at it.  He asks me "What happened?" and I'm a little confused at what he's asking me so I don't respond.  The choking continues and he says "I've now asked you 6 times. Talk."  He grabs my hair again and brings me into his bedroom.

"I said talk."  I begin to explain why I was overwhelmed.  He throws me into position and he starts strapping me with the belt again. It has been a while since my last hard spanking, I start to really squirm.  I bite down on the towel on his bed because it's a lot to take.  Without even realizing my hand is on my bottom to rub it. And the second I rub I feel the belt snap across my hand. "Move it now." He says firmly.  I pull my hand back and I rub my sore hand.  

He stops and rubs my bottom. I relax a little.  He gives a little pressure and I wince.  He stops and I hear him pick up the belt. He starts strapping me again.  I slowly begin to float into subspace.  It stops hurting until a lick of the belt gets a small part of my back and a screech out in pain.  

"On your knees."
"Yes sir."

I get on my knees and he pulls down his pants and boxers.  I see his beautiful cock and I happily accept him into my mouth.  I give him some wonderful head and as I rub his cock, he touches my face with both of his hands.

"You are a great sub.  A fantastic sub.  But you understand why you are getting punished right?"
"Yes sir."

He slaps me multiple times. I lose track of how many times because I can't bear to keep track and as I'm about to turn away, he stops.  He looks at me and pushes me down onto the floor.  I'm face down on the floor and he lightly kicks my sides.  I just focus on my breathing and moments later, I hear the belt and I feel it hitting my ass.  I almost wish I had taken a video of it, because I completely broke down.  I was legitimately bawling on the floor as I screamed for him to please stop.

"Do you want me to stop?"
"Yes sir."
"I can't hear you,"
"YES SIR."
"Who's in charge here?"
"You are sir."
"If I don't want to stop, am I going to stop?"
"No sir."
"When am I going to stop?"
"When you want to stop, Sir."
"So if I want to continue, will I continue?"
"Yes sir."

After a few more strokes he stops, and I am a mess on the floor.  He lays on top of me as I shake and cry.  He soothes me for a while and my sobs settle down.

This is about an hour after.  Today the redness has gone down, but it is starting to bruise.  Good thing it's now cooler weather and I can wear clothes to cover it up because I have some marks on my legs.

Hurt Me.

I had asked him for a spanking.  And I let him know I was going to be by him and a time frame of when I'd be free.  He told me to text him as I was getting ready to go back home.

"I think I'll be done around 8 tonight."
"That's better.  Would you like me to hurt you?"
"Yes sir. Please."

"Ok."

"I just wrapped up with my friends.  Should I head towards you?"
"Yes come over."

15 minutes later, I ring his bell.

"Make yourself at home.  I'll be busy for a little."

And he buzzes me up.

I peel my jacket and sweater off and plug my phone in.  I lay down on the couch, and I dozed off.  I wake up startled when he called out my name.  He realized that he had just woken me up from sleeping and apologizes for scaring me.  He told me to come to him when I was ready.  I sit dazed for a couple minutes.  I get myself together and walk into his room.

"Are you ready or do you need a couple more minutes?"
"I'm ready."

He spanks me a couple times then he walks over to get his flogger.  He asked if I want to be spanked or flogged.  I, of course, said I want to be spanked.  I'm not sure if he hears me, but he started flogging me.  I thank him for it and he asked how hard it was on a scale of 1-10.  I tell him it was a 4.  He continues, and he starts to come down on me harder. I start squirming, the pain is so bad, but also so good.

"Do you think you can handle 50 spanks?"
"I don't know."
"I want you to count every one of them."
"Yes sir."

I start counting them and compared to the flogger it wasn't bad at all.  They progressively get worse.  By the mid-30's, my ass is aching and it seems like he was going at a super speed.  I don't get a chance to thank him and that was the first comment he made as soon as we got to 50.

"I didn't hear a single thank you for from. I beat you like you ask, and not one for the 50 I just gave you.  If my hand wasn't hurting, I'd give you more with my hand."
"I'm sorry sir.  Thank you sir.  Thank you for spanking me."
"Oh, just you wait..."

He picks the flogger back up and starts flogging my ass with.  Soon, I am floating slowly into a peaceful state of mind.  Then the flogger starts to wrap around to my hip, leaving me with a stinging feeling.  I want him to stop so bad, but I also want him to continue.  With more squirming and me ferociously grabbing onto his pillow and comforter, he stops and asked if I had enough.  I say I wanted more, so he continues even harder with his flogger.

"Would you like more?"
"Yes sir."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Oh you are going to get it."
I heard him walking, so I turned to him.
"Close your eyes."
"Yes sir."

I hear him rummaging through his toy chest.  I don't know what I should be expecting.  He comes back and whacks me right across my entire bottom.

"It's your favorite."
"Ah, nooooo."
"Did I just hear a no?"
"No sir."

He continues paddling me and I started shifting my legs and squirming.  But with one "stop moving/stay still" I do.  The paddle has never been and never will be an implement I enjoy.  I hate that it's thuddy, and the pain is unbearable.  Well at least when he spanks me with it.  I start to tell him that it's too much. He tells me to start begging for him to stop. I start begging and he doesn't let down.  I try to just absorb the pain, but that doesn't last and I start squirming again.

"Ass down."
"Yes sir."

I say as I groan into the pillow and he starts counting down from 10.  But with him it always changes, so I don't know if it'll be 10 more or he's just counting down.  He counts down and I start to tell him that I can't.  He assures me that I can and reaches zero.  Then I feel the cane.  The cane stings and it's sharp.  Many, many strokes later I'm asking myself why I asked for this.  I start begging again.  He continues and I feel that I may actually start crying. He starts counting down again and I know the end is near.  After he reaches zero he gives me a couple more and he stops.

I can feel my bottom throbbing.  I reach and rub.  I'm still bent over on the bed and he comes up behind me and hugs me from behind.  I sink deeper into the bed from the weight of his body.  He bites me and I scream out.

As soon as he bites me a third time, he starts squeezing my ass.  I didn't think anything would hurt worse than the beating I just got, but I feel like I'm going to see stars.  I scream out, and I try to get him to stop.  He tells me that he has to and continues to squeeze.  I still beg him to stop, but he says that I can cry if I need to.  Soon enough he stops and I stay limp on the bed.

"Is that what you needed?"
"Yes sir."
"I haven't beat anyone like that in over 2 years."
He says with a smile in his voice.

This is 2.5 hours after.  I don't really stay red or bruise after long beatings/spankings.  But he did a number on me. There is no doubt that this will bruise.

iPhone Cord.

"Get on your hands and knees, ass in the air. Door unlocked/open."
"Yes sir."
"Do you have an iPhone 5 charger?"
"Yes."

As I waited for him, I didn't think anything of the charger.  We have the same phone so I figured he needed to charge his phone. I grew a little nervous and I heard him come into the room.  I wanted to turn around and look at him, but I knew that wasn't a good idea so I stayed put.  I heard him settle in and I felt his cold hands against my warm back, sending chills up my spine.  He gave me a couple spanks and I heard him fidget with my charger. All of a sudden, I felt a sharp snap against my ass.  It felt like the cane so I had assumed that it was a cane.  As he continued, I realized that it wasn't a cane, but my iPhone charger.  And it was wicked.

"Do you want a break or do you want more?"
"More please."

Even as I was crying out because it stung, I couldn't get enough.  Soon after he swung harder and I was begging for him to stop.  He gave me a couple more, and finally stopped.

He plugged in his phone and said...
"Get your head to the edge of the bed."

Pain Scale.

After very long play with S and T, S and I were laying in his bed and I was staring at the toys strewn about on his bed. As S is watching me, I pick up the paddle he has.

"What are you doing?"
"I don't like this."

I say as I lightly toss the paddle back onto his bed.  He laughs at my response.  T walks in and asks what he's laughing at and he does verbatim what I did.  She puts her wine down and climbs into bed with us.  She starts spanking me.

She picks up the paddle, and lightly wacks it across my behind.  I don't even flinch because it's nothing compared to how hard S can bring it across me.

"On a scale of 1 to 10, 1 not hurting to 10 the worst ever, what was that?"
"Hmm, 4."

She continues to bring the paddle on me, and I proceed to tell her what the pain level is.  S takes the paddle from her and spanks me hard with it and I scream out 9.

He turns to her and says...
"If you're going to spank her with that, I just want you to know how it feels.  This is nothing compared to how hard I just hit her."
"OUCH."

She takes the paddle back and says she's going to try and get me to say 10.  S laughs and voices that I won't.

Hotel Play.

He asks me if I'm ready to serve more of his friends.  And I respond with a "I trust you."  Hours later, he texts me a time and location.

"Yes sir.  Will you be there?"
"I want to be sooooo mean and not tell you. But yes I will be there. Be mentally prepared."
"Thank you for telling me."
"Kisses.  And you did great the other night and you will do great tomorrow. No getting down on yourself."
"Yes sir."

Soon after he asks if I am excited and I tell him I am but I'm also nervous.  He says he wants me calm and happy.

"I am always happy to be with you.  As for calm, once I adjust to where I am, I should be fine."
"Good girl."

"Make sure your ass is clean and ready. Actually go in early, go to a sex store, buy a butt plug.  I will pay for it. A nice size one. And have it in your clean ass when you show up. If you see anything else in the store you like send me a picture."

As I prepared to go out that night, I underestimated how much time it would take so I was running a little late.  I figured out how to get to one of the more decent sex stores and got there.  I didn't know where to start so I asked one of the girls working for some help.  I picked out the one that I thought would be the right fit.  I paid and took a look at a couple other things in the store.  I took a picture of a couple things.  I left and tried to grab a cab and I was very unsuccessful.  I started walking towards the bar I knew was single stall.  It was crowded which I expected given the time.  I found the bathroom and thankfully it was free.  I opened the box to the butt plug and opened the single use lube I had gotten.  As I lubed my bottom and the butt plug, I heard a knock at the bathroom door and laughed at myself.  I couldn't believe that I was putting in a butt plug in a bathroom of a bar that I frequent at the request of him.  I got it in and every move I made I felt it.  I texted him and told him I'm going to be a couple minutes late, and he was okay with it.  I attempted to grab another cab, but failed again and walked over to the hotel.

Inside the hotel was packed, and I did not see him.  I sat down by the elevators and about 10 minutes later he found me.  He had me lock my arm on his and we walked closer to the hotel bar.

"Are you okay with waiting here for a couple minutes while I go find my friends?"

I told him I was and I stood by one of the plants.  A short while later, he came back with a backpack and the key to the hotel room.

"I forgot my bag in the car, I had to go get it."

He took my hand and we walked to the elevators to the room.  As we stood by the elevators, he grew impatient because they were taking a while.  The crowd going to the club was large and security made sure that they weren't crowding the area.  He leaned in and gave me a deep kiss, which I wasn't expecting.  The elevators came and we got in.  He asked me how I was doing and I said I was nervous.  He responded with, "I want you calm."

We got to the 5th floor and I followed his lead.  He gives me a time line of what is to happen.  I have 20 minutes to relax and do what I need to do.  I am to put my blindfold on and kneel on the floor at the corner of the bed waiting for whoever is coming,  When s/he enters the room, I am to do what s/he says.

"Do you want a quick spanking before I go?"
"Yes sir."

He has me take my pants down and I quickly do.  He gives me a quick 5 minute spanking and he leaves me to be.  After about 20 minutes, I get in position and put my blindfold on.  Every sound I hear has me jumping out of my skin because I don't know what to expect.  I finally hear the hotel door click and I know someone has entered the room.

To be continued...

Rushing Endorphins.

As I knelt in front of him, he asked

"What do you want?"
"To not think."

He kicks me down the to floor.  I'm surprised, because it wasn't what I was expecting.  I'm facing away from him so all I can here is him shuffling around.  All I feel next is his belt across my bottom.  He hits me a couple more times and I scream out.

"Sir, it hurts..."
"You said you didn't want to think."

He continues beating me.  I contemplate throwing my hands back to cover myself, but I know better.  So I just lay on the floor and squirm.  Trying to block out the pain I hold onto my hands.  He stops, lays on top of me and starts biting by back. I bite myself hard in two places to try and get my concentration elsewhere but it doesn't work. I scream out, before I know it I'm saying no.

"Did I just hear a 'no' come out of your mouth?"

He get back to beating with his belt.  I scream out and after a couple more whacks, I don't feel anything anymore.  He continues to belt me and I'm silent and numb.  Then all of a sudden, I feel the bite of the belt on the side of my leg and it wakes me up. I moan out again.

"Do you want a break or more?"
"More please."

He grabs the paddle and tells me that he will stop when I ask him to stop.  He continues to spank me with the paddle. After a while passes, I start begging him to stop.  He does.

Bed Time.

While he was finishing up some work at his desk, I cuddled up in a huge comfy leather chair with a book.  I read a couple chapters but I felt my eyes getting heavy and I started dozing off.  He saw me out of the corner of his eye and got up.

"Babe, it's late.  Come on, let's put you to bed." he said as he reached his hand out.

In a daze, I reached for his hand and followed him to our bed.  I change and put on one of his tee's and crawled under the covers.  He sat down and kissed me on the forehead and said, "I'm just going to finish up a couple things, I'll be back in a little."

"But I wanted to go to bed with you.  If you have more work to do, I can read a little more with you then we can go to bed together." I say.

"No, you were barely keeping your eyes open before.  You haven't been sleeping much lately.  I want you to go to bed now.  Don't you dare stay up." He says as he tucks me in and then he leaves back to his office.

I realize I can't fall back asleep so I reach for my phone to check my emails.  There are more than a couple, so I delete some and as I'm replying back to the last one, he walks into the room.

He clears his throat and says "Didn't I tell you not to stay up?"

I look up and say "Yes, but I couldn't fall back asleep..."

He goes to turn on the light, and I pull the blanket over my head.

"You've been tossing and turning the past couple of nights.  And on that phone of your's a lot in bed because you can't fall asleep."

I'm frustrated and I don't want to talk, so I flip over to my stomach and bury my face into my pillow.  As tears fill my eyes, I try not to make a sound.

"Well, if you won't talk to me, I'll just spank it out of you." he declares.

"No, you can't.  I won't let you.  I refuse.  I am not in the mood for a spanking.  I didn't even do anything wrong." I bark back at him from under the covers.

He responds with, "Actually, I asked you nicely to go to bed and you didn't.  I wasn't asking because you need to be told when to go to bed, but because I knew you've been having trouble lately sleeping and I thought you'd just listen to me and actually go to bed.  So yes, you defied me.  Therefore, I will spank you.  And you are being quite bratty, if I do say so myself."

I knew he was right.  But I had no intention of making it easy for him.  I cocooned myself in the blanket.  I heard him sigh and shuffle around.  Then I feel him sit on the bed.

"I know you don't want this spanking, but you're going to get it anyway.  So by the count of three, I want you to get out from under those covers and positive yourself over my lap.  One. Two. Three."

I don't budge. I know what he asked, but stress from work is eating at me and spanking isn't going to cure it.  I know. As I think about work, I get overwhelmed and I start sniffling.  Because I'm deep in thought, I don't realize he has practically fought through the covers to get me.  I see his hand so I give up and come out from under the covers.

"Over my lap." He says sternly.  Even with tears in my eyes, he's unwavering because I didn't talk to him before.  So I position myself over his lap.  He pulls my panties down to my knees and spanks me with his hand.  I start to whimper and squirm.  My hand makes its way back to cover my ass. And he clears his throat.  "You know better." he says.  As I move my hand, with the hand he's not using, he grabs my wrist and pins my arm behind my back.

"25, hard ones with the hair brush.  I want you to count each one and say 'I will go to bed at a decent time.' after each one."
"Yes, sir."

He starts and I cry out.  By the 15th one, I am blubbering and my sentences are barely coherent. "It just hurts so much.  I'm sorry for not listening to you.  Please sir, can you stop.  I've learned my lesson." I say while sobbing.  He stops and rubs me and I cringe.  I'll definitely be feeling this tomorrow.  I calm down as he continues to rub me.

"Hey, put your head on that pillow and lay on your stomach so I can continue to rub your bottom."  I do as he says but I don't look at him.  "Oh and face me." he says as I was about to face away from him.  I don't look at his face and tears begin to fall again.  He wipes away my tears with the pads of his thumbs, and says "Shhh, I know, you're high strung from work.  But staying up all night isn't going to help you out.  It's just going to wear you down. Just try to get some rest."  As he says that, I move close to him and put my head against his chest.  As he gently rubs my bottom, I slowly drift into a deep sleep.

Four Weeks.

I saw him for the first time in over four weeks.  He had been busy and so had I and we just couldn't get a time to work out.

I was running late and the train just wasn't coming.  I hopped off the subway station and I decided to take a taxi, which is something I never do.  I get to his place and I text him.  He buzzes me in and I walk up the stairs and he opens the door and says hi.  I say hi back.  He kisses me and pins me against the wall while kissing me and I melt. I apologize for being late.  He takes my bag and wallet and places it on the floor and tells me to follow him. So I do.

"Clean this shelf, I'm going to be in my room for about 10 minutes. And kneel here when you're done." I look at the shelf and it is covered in a layer of dust.  "Yes, sir." He walks into his room and I get to work.  Soon, I finish and I kneel.  I hear him on the phone coming down the hallway.  He comes behind me and grabs my hair and puts my head against him.  As he continues his conversation, he tells me to move things to the shelf I just cleaned.  I do as I say.  He gets off the phone and we rearrange the stuff on his shelf.  At one point we do a little dance and he backs me into the shelf and kisses me.

We finish rearranging and he walks over to an adjustable stool and lowers the height. He unbuckles my pants and has me lay over the stool.  As I lay over, I hear his unbuckle his belt and I get the feeling that he's going to spank me with his belt.  With the first lash of his belt, I moan out in pain.  He continues to spank me with his belt and I cry out from the pain.  He stops and feels the slickness between my legs.

"Oh, what is this here? Answer my question."
"I'm very wet, sir."
"I can see that."

He slips a finger into me and I moan out in pleasure. He stops suddenly and starts spanking me with the belt again.

Clothespin Paradise.

After a scrumptious scene with yummy sex and a break, we moved into another scene.

He's hard again, and I almost don't understand how because the break we took was merely 15 minutes.

"Turn around, lay on your back, and have you're head hang off the side of the bed."

I listen to what he says, and slowly he begins to put his cock into my mouth.  I feel him down my throat and I start to tense up.  I can't breathe and I can't help but try to get up to catch my breath.  It happens a couple times and he stops and lets me catch my breath.

"Get back into position, but put you're hands on the floor"

I do as he says and he replies with "Perfect."

He grabs his flogger and starts lightly flogging my breasts.  It starts getting harder and harder and I start squirming.

I thank him for flogging me and he stops.

He walks to his dresser and comes back.  I see that he has clothespins in his hand and immediately I know what he's going to do.

I cry out "Noooo." and he laughs.

He places them on my nipples and he starts flogging my breasts with them on.

"You can scream all you want, but stop moving."

It hurts and I start screaming and beg him to stop.  He snaps the clothespins off my nipple and it hurts so bad.  Both of them fall to the floor and I sigh in relief.  Then I see him pick one up and search for the other.  He finds it and grabs two more.  He puts them back on my nipples and his hand comes down to my clit and puts one there.

"UGHHHHH." I moan out, it hurts.

"Which one hurts more?"

"My nipples, sir."

He continues with the flogging and I scream out, increasingly getting wet from the clothespin on my clit.  The unbearable pain on my nipples, I can't stand but the pain on my clit is dangerously delicious.  I soak it up while also wanting it to stop.

He takes the clothespins on my nipples and has me kneel on the floor with one still on my clit.  I scramble to get up and do as he says.  As I kneel, he tells me to stick my tongue out.  I do and he places a clothespin on my tongue.

"Spread your knees."

I obey and he starts to very gently flog me between my legs.  And once again, I moan out in pain and incoherently thank him for flogging me.  After a short while, his flogging isn't as gentle as before and he has me begging to stop the pain.

He stops and puts the flogger down and goes to take the clothespin on my clit.  I scream out in pain from the blood rushing back.  He finishes by taking off the clothespin on my tongue.

Clammy Clamps.

Disclaimer: This post contains contents that are sexually graphic/degrading in nature. If it isn't your cup of tea, please skip. Thanks.

Part I

I know I said that I would expand on the events of my first meeting but it's now a week later and the events of 2 Friday's ago has very much blurred into a memory that I cannot tell straight.  But I did see S this afternoon.  He had been away and I will be away until Thursday, so earlier this afternoon is when we met.

Over our correspondence, I had asked him to help me stop texting while I drive.  I had done it twice since I asked him and he said that I would be punished for doing so.  With knowing that I'm getting punished for texting, I texted one more time.  At the time, I didn't even think twice about doing it because it had just been a habit of mine but a while later, I had realized and my line of thought was 'I already did it twice, one more time isn't a big deal.' Boy was I wrong.

I got to S' place on time and waited for him to get me at the door.  I played some music to help me level out.  He got me at the door and asked:

"Are you excited?"
"I'm nervous."
"Are you at least kind of excited?"
"Uh, I'm a little nervous."

We got into his place and he told me to put my stuff down.  He had me come into the room and asked if I wanted to be there, which I replied, yes I want to be here. We were standing and he gave me a hug and started spanking me over my pants. He kept going, and I started to squirm.
                
"What are you forgetting?"
"Uhmm... Owwww..."
"What are you forgetting?"
"Uhmm..."
"I'm going to keep going until you remember."
"Oh, thank you Sir."
"Good girl."

He looked at me, and told me it was time for my punishment.  He asked me if I had texted any more after I had told him that I had.  I told him I had, and his eyes grew bigger.

"Take off your clothes and get into position."

Tickets Schmi-kets

As I drive to his place, I try to think of how to explain to him what happened.  Because no matter what I say,  I'm going to end up over his knee or the bed for a spanking. Damn it, I knew I shouldn't have, but I did anyway.

Earlier that day:

I had been driving home from work and I had gotten a text from my best friend.  I hadn't talked to her in days so without thinking I opened the text and she was asking if she could call me.  So, I picked up the phone and called her, but I realized as I pressed send and put it on speaker that there were flashing lights behind me and my first thought was "Oh shit" and hung up the phone.  I pulled over and the officer came to my window and asked for my license, insurance, and registration.  As I handed it over, he asked if I knew what I did wrong.  I told him that I was using my phone, and he said that was why he pulled me over.  He checked my information and proceeded to write me a ticket.

I find parking and I ring his buzzer.  He lets me in and my stomach is in knots.  I really don't know how to bring it up.  He opens the door and immediately knows that there's something I need to tell him.

"Hey, you. What's up?" he says.

I give him a look back and I don't say anything.

He replies with, "Well, I know you have something to say to me, so spit it out.  If it's bad you know that it'll only be worse if you don't tell me right away."

I sigh and I say "I'm kind of in trouble..."  He continues to look at me with demanding eyes.  "I was maybe calling M while driving."

He looks really mad, like he's going to pop his lid mad.  "What is one of your very few rules?" he asks.

And I reply with "Don't use your phone while you're driving... Oh, and there's a little more to that story."

His eyes get bigger and I say "I got pulled over and I got a ticket."

"My goodness. Young lady, we have been misbehaving haven't we?  I want you to stand in the corner of my room.  I want you to think about what you did." He responded in a disappointed tone.

All I can manage to say is "Yes sir."  I don't regret much, but this is something I regret doing.

I walk to his room and put my nose in a corner.  I don't know how much time has passed but I hear him walk into the room.  I know better than to turn around so I stay put.

He comes up behind me, grabs the base of my hair and makes me look in his eyes.

"Have you had enough time to think about what you've done?"

"Yes.... I'm sorry." I say.

"And you will be. Bend over the bed." he replies with a cool voice.

His bed is high so when I bend over, I'm on my tippy toes. And I hear his take his belt off.  My heart starts to race.  I turn to look at him and he has a no non-sense look on his face which means I will not be able to plead with him.  So I bury my face into his comforter.

Within a couple seconds, I feel the belt crack right across my sit spot and I grit my teeth. 9 more come flying down, tears are coming down my face, and my reflex kicks in and I swing my hands back to rub.

"What do you think you are doing? he demanded.

"I-I-I-I'mmmm sooooorrrrryy. I couldn't help *hiccup* myself. If you could pleasssse restrain meee." I sob.

"Nope, I don't think so. This is your punishment.  You've been such a bad girl.  You cannot put in requests on how you receive your discipline.  Now put your hands away. If they cover your bottom again, I'm going to add extra strokes." He says sternly.

"Yessss sirrrrrrrr." I respond and I place my hands under my belly.  I grab the comforter tight and he continues.  I count up to 20 before I lose count because the pain is too hard to bear and he stops.

He places the belt on his nightstand and tells me to stand.

I stand up, sniffling and avoid looking in his eyes.  He stands in front of me, places his hand on my chin, and makes me look at him.

"Are you ever going to do that again?"

"No." I whisper.

"Excuse me, I didn't hear you."

"No sir." I say in a louder tone.

"Good girl. You took that spanking well." He says and he pulls me in for a hug.

Come Clean

He knocks on the bathroom door and says, "Babe, we're going to be late for the surprise."

I open the door with my make up done.

"Crap, what time is it?" I reply.

"9:40"

I knew I should have cut my bath short.  Well, I'm almost done, so we'll just make it in time.  If I don't, M is just going to have to forgive me.

As I come out of the bathroom and walk into the bedroom.  He kisses me and gives me the look and I know what he's thinking.

I stop him and start to put on my dress and I say, "Don't even think about it. We'll make it just in time if we leave now.  So help me zip my dress." He pouts but zips up my dress and I say thank you.  We walk out the door and get into a cab and we get to the club within 10 minutes.

I told M's boyfriend, D, to bring her around 10 and that we have the VIP section for the night. God, I hope she's surprised because I know she'll love it.

I get a text from D 15 minutes later saying. "We're here." So I get let everyone know she's coming. 2 minutes later, we all yell "SURPRISE" and I know she's is and I am so happy everything worked out.

As always, M and I start the night off with a tequila shot and order our poison of choice, vodka Red Bull.  We grab our drinks and start dancing.

5 shots and 4 vodka Red Bulls later,  M and I end up outside for some fresh air.  Neither of us smoke regularly anymore but we both want cigarettes, so we walk around the corner to get a pack.

As I'm halfway through my second cigarette, he walks out with D and sees us smoking.

I lean in to kiss him and he stops me.  I frown at him and continue smoking.  After I finish, M and I head back inside and get a couple more drinks and continue dancing.

Beautiful Weather.

Today's weather was absolutely beautiful: no humidity, sunny, and warm.  I wish the weather was like that all day, every day.  I spend majority of my afternoon with B at the park.

We walked around, picked a spot to lay, and talked.  I don't understand why I become so incredibly shy when I am talking face to face with someone.  But we did talk and I'm glad we did because it cleared up a lot of things for me.

A little later, we got up and got food and a drink.  He proceeded to pay, but I didn't feel as uncomfortable because I payed for snacks/lunch/whatever it was.  We could have had one more drink, but the AC in the bar was unbearably cold so we headed out.

He had plans for the night and I had tentative plans for a couple hours later in the city, so he asked if I wanted to stay for a little at his place.  I agreed.  We walked to his place because I have a thing about taxis, which he made fun of, and the weather was nice so it was worth it.

We got to his place, it was as nice as the last time I saw it.  There was a sign at the front saying "All guests must be announced" and I said that to B and his response was "You're not a guest."

B offered me a drink, but I declined and opted for water.  I sat down on the single couch and we talked for a little.  Then out of no where (well not really out of no where) he said I was going to be spanked for my recent non-productivity and my negativity.

I froze a bit. I didn't think for a second that he would have a legit reason to spank me.  But he pulled me right over his lap and started spanking me.  Of course I squirm right away and soon enough my hands/arms are pinned because they find their way to my bottom and my shorts and panties are lowered.

I struggle some more and he pulled me up to get something.  While he's away, I'm tempted to pull my panties and shorts up, but I know it'll be worse if I do so I don't and quietly wait. B came back with a paddle and he told me to stand and put my hands on the couch. I said I don't want to, and he gave me this piercing look and said "I'm going to add 1 stroke for every 10 seconds you don't get up."  After I heard that I got up and asked him where he wanted me.  I got in position, and he said he's giving me 10 strokes.  I said I don't want 10 and he asked if I wanted 20 so I shut my mouth.

The first stroke hit with a loud crack and my hands flew right back to rub my sore bottom.  He said to move my hand I didn't because it hurt and he said he's going to add one stroke.  I didn't believe him and he most certainly did.  I got 14 strokes. 10 plus 1 for my hands and 3 for trying not to get just 10.  Next time I'll just keep my mouth shut.  (For the last three, that I was refusing, he threatened to get the cane, and that really shut me up.)

After he finished, he rubbed my bottom and asked if I was okay.  I didn't answer him, actually I don't think I talked for a couple minutes and he got a little concerned.  And really asked me if I was okay.  I stood up, rubbing my bottom, and he asked if I needed a hug.  I said no and sat down on the couch.

He kept looking at me.  And I started laughing because I couldn't believe what I had just done and why I had to do it.  B proceeded to look concerned and asked me what was going on.  I think he's exact words were "I'd like to know what's going on inside your head."

And for the first time, in a very long time, I opened up to someone brand new.  And there was something about it that was so liberating.

At the end of today, I'm really glad that I'm friends with B.  I hope it stays that way.

First Encounter.

Last Saturday, I met up with B, who I've been talking to for a few weeks now.

Saturday morning, well really afternoon because I woke up around 2pm, I sat around second guessing my decision to meet B.  I couldn't tell if I really wasn't feeling well or if it was just butterflies.  But I chalked it up to the latter and I gave myself a pep talk, got myself ready, and left in a timely fashion to meet B in time. I didn't know what to expect.

I get into the city, and I realize that I'm about 30 minutes early.  Not wanting to sit at the bar by myself (because at that point I didn't know if I was going to get stood up), I head into Starbucks to get a drink and to use the bathroom and yet after I'm done, I still have 20 minutes to kill so I walk around for a while.  I get a text 10 minutes before we're suppose to meet and B says he'll be there in 10-15 minutes. 

I start heading to our meeting point and I get there in 10 minutes.  I sit down on a bench across the street because my gut tells me that he's not there yet and I still don't want to be sitting at the bar by myself.  I turn on my iPod to listen to a song to soothe me, and I see someone that looks like B (we exchanged pictures) walk into the bar and I decide to cross the street, while simultaneously getting a text from B that he was there.

We meet inside, we hug.  The whole time I was walking up to him I wonder if it's appropriate to just shake hands  Everyone who really knows me, knows that I'm not a hugger.  But since I knew it might be more appropriate to hug, I didn't jump out of my skin.

The bar was so cute.  I would totally go again.  I spoke to someone who goes frequently and he said that it was really quiet for a Saturday night.  B and I talked, ate, drank, and had dessert.  The check comes and he gives the waiter his card.  I guess that's what men do, but I barely know him and I did not think this was a date so I get uncomfortable and I offer to pay half.  He politely declines my offer and says I can pay for our next drink.

We leave and find a place for our drinks.  We order our first round and he opens the tab on his card again.  And in a instant, I'm uncomfortable again. Almost pouting because I'm so uncomfortable.  We get another drink and start talking about spanking.  He asks me if talking about spanking is making me uncomfortable.  I say no and I tell him that I'm more uncomfortable with him paying for everything and he claims "I'm too slow" and that it's really okay because I had to make the commute into the city.  We close the tab after our third drink, a tequila shot. My favorite. (:

We get outside, and I'm 5 drinks deep and I admit I'm little tipsy.  We start walking and I ask where we're going.  He says we can go back to his place and he can show me the spectacular view he has from his rooftop or he can walk me to my subway station.  Even with an hour and a half commute back home, I might not be okay to drive.  I choose to go back to his place.

We get to his place, and I'm instantaneously jealous of where he lives but I know that I can't afford it, well at least right now I can't.  He offers me a beer or a water, I chose the latter.  He smiles and says that's a good choice because I'm clearly drunk and I laugh it off and say "I'm only a little tipsy." 

B and I get to his rooftop and that jealously from before, comes back full force.  The view is breathtaking.  And I tell him that I would kill to live here.  We talk for a while and I'm tempted to sit on the ledge and B literally holds me down, even though I promise not to do it.  We talk some more and decide it's time to head back down to his apartment.

I use the bathroom and he asks me if I want more water.  I say yes and he asks if I care if it's tap and I say no.  He gives me a bottle anyway.  He goes to use the bathroom and I sit on the couch and pick up a book he has on his coffee table.  He comes out and sits down and asks me what I want to do.  I get up to check the time on my phone, and I realize I haven't checked my phone all night.  It's late, and it'll take me at least 2 and a half hours to actually get home now.  So I don't know what to do.

All of a sudden, B is hugging me from behind and I almost jump out of my skin.  Like I said, I'm not a hugger.  And he asks if I wanted to get started on "fixing my laziness" because that had been a reoccurring topic of the night.  

I ask myself if I'm okay for this.  If I'm going to regret it in the morning.  If I'm sober enough for this.  I decide that I'll be fine and I consent to the spanking.  The second I consent, I'm a nervous nelly.  I tell B I'm nervous and he teases me, telling me that I'm a nervous person in general, while referring back to some comments that I made earlier in the night that makes him right.

He pulls me over his lap and starts spanking me.  I try my best to not swing my hands back to rub and cover  my bottom, but it doesn't last long and before I know it my hands are back there and then B's restraining them so he can continue to spank me.  I struggle because I want to rub and cover my bottom but my hands a restrained by him.  

He tells me I have a spankable butt.  My first spanker told me the same exact thing.  So my response was "What the hell does that mean?"  B had an explanation, but I can't remember exactly.  It was something about being firm but jiggling. I don't know.  Then his fingers work some magic on me.  I face him and I say to him "I haven't even kissed you yet." And he replies with "You can kiss me anytime."

He tells me that he has something I'll enjoy.  I ask him what it is and he says a paddle.  And I tell him that I hate the paddle.  B then asks me if I was lying when I said that I had only been spanked once, and I say no, I was spanked with a belt and a paddle my first time.  But only a couple times, just so I knew what it felt like.  He says this is different and tells me to get up so he can get it.

I hear him rummaging around to get it and I'm nervous again.  He comes back with it and asks if I'm ready, I immediately say no, but he's not having it and he pulls me over.  And starts spanking me with a leather paddle.  Which I have to admit is so much better than a wooden paddle, but I guess that's a given.  

I squirm, he rubs my bottom, and he spanks me more with his hand.  I go to reach and he says that if I touch my bottom, he's going to start with the paddle again and that holds me off for a little, but I can't hold off long enough.  He starts with the leather paddle again, and I'm immediately regretting putting my hands back there.  

I ask if I can rub and he says no.  I'm ready to beg if  I can rub at this point and he still says no, but he does stop spanking me and he says "I'll rub for you."  I ask again, and he says no again, but at that point my hands were already on my bottom and I was rubbing.  He asks if me rubbing my own bottom makes it feel better.  And I reply with a yes.

I face him and I'm literally laughing because I cannot believe I just did all of that and he's smiling at me.  I ask him what he's smiling about and he asks me what I'm smiling about.  Then he comes down to kiss me, and before he can I blurt out that I'm a bad kisser.  He snickers and says he's never heard anyone say they think they're a bad kisser and kisses me anyway.  After, he says I'm not so bad, but I don't believe him.  I also tell him that he's much cuter in person.

The spanking has wound down and he's rubbing my bottom and legs and he says that he can tell that I'm a runner.  He asks me if I learned anything tonight, and I don't answer him.  He turns to look at the time and it's almost an hour later.  B asks if I want to go home because he doesn't feel to comfortable letting me go home so late.  But I know I have to go home and he says he'll walk me to my subway station. 

He walks to the bathroom and I fix my dress and put my underwear back on.  He comes out of the bathroom and hugs me again from the back, making me almost jump out of my skin again and holds me for a couple seconds, while I'm frozen because I'm uncomfortable.

He walks me to my subway station.  I hug him because it's the thing to do, and he gives me a kiss on the cheek and I head home.