Showerland

I was perching on the settee on Saturday afternoon, bending over the arm in an attempt to get comfy. Sir stood up and looked down at me.

"I am going to have a shower"

I looked up at him with a sad face, thinking that his choice of words meant that I would not be joining him. He smiled and held out his hand

"come on then wimpy".

I let him pull me up and was almost dancing like a little child as i ran up the stairs behind him. I had been worrying about being left on my knees while he showered and now i was going to get to join him.

I stepped into his enormous shower with him and he closed the curtains behind me. It is like a different world in there. It is the only time that i ever think of him as a daddy type figure, cause i just love the way he washes my body and my hair and just pampers me. True he massages my bruised ass just too hard for comfort but basically i just love it so much.

As he washes my hair, i can feel my nipples get erect and my bottom starts to move of its own accord. I would purr if i knew how too. He then took a pair of shower gloves and started washing my body. My god, i love those things. i was mewing and moaning in lust as he soaped me all over. I was in heaven. He then let me rinse a while and i was taken by surprise when he pushed me down to my knees. I opened my eyes and saw his soapy cock. Having done it earlier, i knew what was expected of me and because i was so turned on, it didn't seem so bad. well actually i was so lustful, i was desperate for his cock, soap or not.

I knelt there, water powering onto my head, eyes firmly closed as i was pressing against his soapy body as i desperately sucked his cock. I just couldn't get enough of it. I was whimpering with frustration when he pulled me up by my hair and pushed me to bend over. I felt his still gloved hand rubbing on my clit and then pushing into my arse. I could feel the soapiness but i was just so in need of him, i thrust my ass back. For the first time, i wanted him to fuck me there. (normally the feeling develops with some persuasion).

He didn't disappoint me and he forced his soapy cock into my soapy ass. God it felt good and i was like an animal, pushing back for more and more, while the water sprayed down onto my back. I was allowed to feel for my clit and i orgasmed long and hard as he fucked into me as i behaved like the desperate slut that i am (but like to pretend that i am not).

When it was over, i stood up and i was so embarrassed at the performance he had just witnessed. He smiled and said he liked it but now i had to wash him. I put on the gloves and did my best but i was still high on my own experiences and i had never washed him before. He was very patient , probably cause he knew i wasn't all there.

He got out first as usual and dried himself while i waited in the shower. He then dried me, back to being little girl, and not the horny slut. I wasn't suspicious when he didn't dry me properly, just followed him to the bedroom, still wishing we were behind the shower curtain.

Laying the towel over the end of the bed, he indicated that i should bend over. I am about four inches to short to be able to do this comfortably and my last view of anything but the mattress was of his towel clad body picking up the heavy cane.

I realised just how sore i was from the earlier assaults on my bottom as the first stroke landed. I seem to have lost my tolerance to pain and Sir has taken to calling me wimpy, so i was determined to take this caning like a good quiet sub. I managed to keep still and quiet for what i counted in my head to be eighteen hard strokes, before i started to try and stand up. He pushed me back down and told me not to move until he had finished.

It seemed a life time before i was allowed to stand up and lean into his chest while the pain in my bum subsided. He held me close and then said in his nice caring voice.

"do you know what is really good after a hard caning katie"

I looked up hopefully, maybe he was going to rub ointment into my bottom and he would let me cum again.

"the best thing after a hard caning is a good session with the bath brush"

I shook my head wildly but he just smiled and said "come here and bring the brush".

I handed it to him in silence and bent over his knee while he sat on the edge of the bed.

"see how good I am to you katie?" he asked as he plastered my aching bottom with that cursed brush. All attempts at being a good quiet sub were out of the window as i tried to move out of the way. I might as well wrestle with a grizzly bear as i was not going anywhere till he was good and finished.

Eventually i was allowed to crawl onto the bed and lay curled up watching him while he got dressed. He kept smiling at me as i tried to glare at him.

"come on then wimpy, get dressed and lets go find some food".

He left me to get dressed. It took some time as i had to keep looking at my bum in the mirror and putting anything on it was not pleasant but i had had my shower and that was all that mattered.