Only One.

My pride gets in the way of seeing him. There are two things he wants me to do if I see him. The first is hard, the second is to beg.  You'd think after being his sub and all, it would be easy to beg for something like that. I told him it makes me feel like an idiot. But if anyone can make me do something I don't want to do without forcing me to, it's him. So I beg, get desperate, and he soaks it up and makes time for me. From how crazy I get over not seeing him, you'd think I'd learn my lesson.

It'll be 2 years at the end of this summer. That's a really long time for me. Our relationship is non-monogamous.  The other day I started wondering if he had another submissive under his wing. It's not against anything we've talked about, I just never really thought about it or bothered to ask him about it. But I did today. And his response was some of the girls he sees are submissive but not his submissive. And the age old question, "Why?" I said I was just wondering, but I was a little surprised because I honestly thought he would have someone else.

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.