katie - spanking and submission

27 hours - part 2

2010-05-23T20:22:00.004Z

After my clothes brush spanking and my hard fucking, we sat (he sat, i perched and wriggled) and ate pizza and caught up on some TV. We then went to the golf club and i sat (again i mean perched) on a hard wooden bench while he hit some balls on the driving range. It was a lovely view and apart from my sore bottom, it was very pleasant.

On our return, i was dispatched upstairs to get naked. I assumed that this meant that we were going to have a shower. Sir says never assume anything!!!! I was called into his bedroom and told to put the cuffs on. I know i start whining at this point, not words just whimpers as being tied to the wall terrifies me. I pressed myself into the wall, scared of what was coming next.

To my surprise, it was not the sting of the whip or the thud of the paddle but his body pressed against mine as he gently stroked me and whispered in my ear that he was going to help my stress some more, that he was going to help me cope by making me cry and letting it all out.

Despite my fear, his body and his words made me push my bottom out, desperate to feel him and to gain strength from him. He let me rub against him for a few moments before he started whipping my back and my bottom. I know he used the whip and i am pretty sure he used the large leather paddle but like with the spanking earlier i tend not to know exactly what is going on as i am struggling to cope with the pain. Others talk about sub space but i don't experience that, i feel everything.

i was pressing my body into the wall rather than pushing my bottom out so he went downstairs and came back with a clamp for each nipple. I was crying and panting as the clamps took hold. I now had no desire to press into the wall but was desperate to keep my nipples free from anything touching them.

The space encouraged him to use the whip on my breasts which was ultra sore and i was swinging on the cuffs trying to escape. One lash caught the nipple clamp and pulled it off. I could not help but scream even though i usually try to keep as quiet as possible because of the neighbour's. He finished off with some more hard strokes on my back and bottom before unfastening me and holding me while i did my usual hanging on for dear life act

27 hours - part 1

2010-05-23T16:50:00.004Z

Normally I arrive at Sirs at 4pm on a Friday night and I leave at 6am on the Monday morning. However this weekend, I had to look after my parents so i was only able to stay till 7pm on the Saturday. As I had had a very stressful week, this was not ideal but i needed to see Sir to help me cope so I made the best of it.

When I arrived, he was out in the garden so i joined him there. The weather was lovely as we chatted over a soft drink. After a while, we went inside and my stomach dropped as he shut the patio doors and sat down on the settee. I scanned round desperately to see if i could see an implement. He likes to keep them hidden so i don't know what is coming.

I was pulled over his knee and my skirt pulled up so he could start spanking me over my panties. He used his hand and told me that he was giving me a warm up. I am never sure about warm ups as they still hurt like crazy. When he stopped and pulled my panties down, i felt him move to pick up an implement. I started to struggle but he snapped at me to keep still before setting forth on my bottom with the clothes brush.

He held my right hand tightly as his legs gripped mine and his left hand spanked and spanked with the brush. I was struggling and yelling and crying but it didn't stop. It just went on and on. He talked to me as he spanked about being stressed and being calm and being a good girl. I have to be honest and say that i don't really listen as i am too busy trying to deal with the being spanked part.

The spanking finished and i was told to kneel on the coffee table. I knelt with my head on the table presenting my red and sore bottom to him. He especially likes to fuck me like this when i am sore as he can feel the redness and heat of my bottom on his body as he fucks me and he can hear me begging him not to do it too hard as it hurts.

The irritating thing about being fucked after a spanking is that no matter how sore i am and how crushed i am , he still makes me cum. He makes me act like an animal as he fucks me and makes me play with my clit. It is especially bad when he makes me fuck onto his cock and the desperation to cum makes me lose all inhibition as he tells his slut to fuck him harder. This time was no different and my sore bottom was even sorer by the time i had cum at least five times. When he withdraws from my pussy, he comes round to the side of the table and makes me clean his cock. I love to take him into my mouth and to taste my pussy juice.

When i am allowed to get off the table, i am a dishevelled mess that hugs weakly onto his chest and looks up for a kiss.

Task for the weekend

2010-05-15T08:21:00.002Z

katie and sandra

This is the task for both of you to do at the weekend, and you will both do it at exactly the same time, if you fail then you will let the other one know by e-mail as soon as possible, so that you can arrange a time to start again.

You will both strip naked once every hour for 5 hours, and I mean that you will be NAKED, no shoes on or bra or anything, and you can find a place anywhere you are at that time but you are not allowed to use the same place twice on the trot, you must find a different place and your house does not count, the first one can be carried out in the house but every one after that must be somewhere else.

On the 5th time you are allowed to play with any of your body parts for 10 minutes and then you can cum.

Good Luck girls and remember both of you no cheating, be honest.

Be good girls this weekend and have a good cum.

SIR Love to you both XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Wonderful name

2010-05-10T15:00:00.002Z

saturday task

2010-04-29T19:08:00.002Z

Sir sent me an email last Friday You will wear a tight pair of panties on Saturday. They will be pulled up tight between your pussy lips and arse cheeks and you will have a piece of folded up tissue paper on your clit. You will cum at 1pm.

I was a bit surprised to get an email as he was stopping with me for the weekend but as the good girl that i am, i printed it off just in case i forgot!!!

Saturday morning arrived and I dressed as instructed. Just standing still with your panties like this is a turn on, and as soon as you walk it starts to stimulate your clit, whereas sitting down is just painful (as well as stimulating).

We had been in the car for at least half an hour before Sir demanded to see if i had carried out his instructions. The fact that i was squirming in my seat may have given him a clue but i showed him anyway. He yanked them up even tighter before letting me sit and squirm some more.

When we got to the shops, i was walking as gingerly as possible but still my clit was throbbing and desperate to cum. Sir was not sympathetic but just outlined in detail what would happen to my pussy if I had the nerve to cum. As i hate having my pussy whipped with my legs tied open, i made great efforts to be good.

It seemed like a very long morning but eventually we arrived at the estate agents office for our meeting. I like being with Sir when he does business as i am not expected to say anything but just be the good little woman/sub. I sat and listened, as i am expected to know what is going on, but my mind was wandering because my pussy was needing attention and the clock was ticking towards cum time.

At five to one, Sir nudged me and smiled. I gave a huge smile back and the agent asked if we were OK. We exchanged another grin and then Sir said that i needed to go and do something so i was excused.

I made my way to the toilet which was literally in the next room and leaned against the wall while my fingers rubbed my clit. I released my breasts from my bra so i could squeeze my nipple. I could hear the voices in the next room as i fingered myself to a quick climax.

When i returned to the room, Sir asked if i had done it OK. It must have been obvious to him that i had as i was very flushed. I nodded and the agent again asked if everything was alright. I said that everything was fine even though i was still flushed and was sure that i could still smell pussy juice

A drive in the country - part 2

2010-04-22T20:07:00.003Z

When we got back from our drive, i was told that i was going to get a hard spanking. He didn't say when it was going to happen so i had to try and not think about it.

That is a very hard thing to do, especially when you know you are being punished because you have disappointed your Dom by being disobedient.

Eventually i was told to go upstairs, make sure i had been to the
toilet and that i was nice and clean and naked. I was to wait in the
spare room for him.

The wait seemed to last for ever but eventually he arrived and i was told to kneel on the bed, head down, back dipped and bottom out.

He started with the metre long plastic shoe horn that feels like a cane. 36 strokes across the bit where my thigh joins my bottom. I was moving my feet and legs and managed to get my toes in the way of the shoe horn. I thought my toes were broken but he was not in the least bit interested, just told me to keep still.

(just as an aside here, if anyone knows how to embed these pictures properly , please let me know)

Once he was finished with the shoe horn, he started with the bath brush. I hate this in any position but knelt up, it is worse as your bottom is tighter. I managed to stay kneeling for as long as possible but eventually i was crying to much and he let me lay down. This was not him being nice as he proceeded to hold my back down with one hand while increasing the severity of the strokes.

I was sobbing and begging him to stop but it seemed to go on for hours.

Eventually i was ordered to kneel again and i felt the cane land on my ravished behind. Luckily for me, my weak spot decided to bleed so he only did 6 strokes and although they felt evil to me, they must have been lighter than normal as you cant see any cane lines.

Once he had washed away the blood, i was allowed to crawl, and i literally mean crawl off the bed and lean weakly against him while he hugged me. He likes to kiss me when i am covered in tears so i guess it was all worth it but in future i am going to try and not get this kind of spanking as it is just too painful.

PS I was still sore several days later which is very unusual for me

A bedtime story by Sir (fiction)

2010-04-13T16:02:00.004Z

Sometimes when I am very good Sir will tell me a bedtime story over the phone and let me cum while he talks to me. On this occasion i was ordered to stroke my outer lips for ten minutes before i was allowed to touch my clit and have my orgasm.

katie and sandra were sitting in the back of the car. They had been put in the back to avoid arguments as to who would sit in the front but now they were managing to argue about anything and everything. Sir was getting tired of their behaviour and told them that unless they shut up they would be in deep trouble. There was a brief period of silence as the two decided to protect their assets. Unfortunately a spanking in the future was not enough to keep sandra quiet and soon she had dragged katie into the argument again.

Sir didn't say a word, he just let them dig themselves deeper and deeper into the shit. A fact that occurred to them both when the car stopped outside of the house and he got out still without a word.

It was two very nervous women who got out of the car and followed him inside.

"katie, get in that corner, sandra in that corner. Skirts up at the back so i can see your bottoms"
Sir did not waste any time. he was going to show them once and for all that their constant bickering annoyed him.

After the initial burst of instructions, Sir left them to stew in the corner for 15 mins while he had a cup of tea and chilled out, katie and sandra didn't feel chilled out, they just got increasingly nervous.

They heard him moving some furniture before he said "come and stand in front of me"

He was sat on a chair in the middle of the room. "Tuck your skirts up at the front and take your pants off then stand up with your hands on your head"

katie obeyed without question but sandra started to say something

"SILENCE, you will only speak when spoken too" Sir gave her no chance and he watched her like a hawk until she was stood as ordered.

katie was used to her pussy being on show but it was the first time for sandra and she didn't like it one bit

Sir didn't bother explaining why he was going to discipline the pair of them, he considered that they probably knew quite well.

katie was first over his knee and sandra watched in growing dismay as katies bottom was changed from pale pink to red as his hand warmed the whole of her bottom. sandra was next and she was not as compliant as katie as she tried to fight the inevitable. katie could not repress a small smile as she saw sandra wriggling and squirming.

When sandra had been spanked they were sent back to the corner and ignored again. This time their bottoms glowed a little under their tucked up skirts and Sir felt pleased with the start.

"come here". All too soon the women were called back and each had to bend over for the hairbrush. If sandra had been vocal and wriggly for the hand she was positively eel like for the hairbrush. Sir had to keep her firmly pinned down. katie thought about offering to hold her down but decided it was too dangerous as her legs were flailing all over the place.

"take your skirts and blouses off and get back in the corner". sandra was too dishevelled to argue but she was not happy about being stood in just her bra. katie was used to this kind of discipline and to her the fact that she had displeased Sir was bothering her more than the physical punishment.

When they were called back for the next round of discipline, the chair had been moved and they were ordered one by one to bend over the dining room table.

"dip your back and push your bottom out" was the instruction as they each received 50 strokes of the belt. Sir liked to use the whole area and sandra found it especially hard to stay still as it got lower down towards her thighs. Sir kept her firmly in position and she was crying before the belting finished.

sandra stood in her corner sniffling and wondering when the nightmare was going to end. She had never spent so much time in the corner but at least it gave her a chance to recover her thoughts.

katie was also wondering how much longer it would last, she wasn't used to standing in the corner and she just wanted to get it over with.

"come here and choose your implement". katie and sandra exchanged glances as they saw on the table, the belt, the hairbrush and the cane.

Neither chose the cane!!! katie decided on the belt and sandra the hairbrush. The hairbrush pretty soon made sandra cry again and it was only by great effort that katie managed to stay composed.

"take your bras off and get back in the corner, Stick those bottoms right out, i want to see them"

katie knew that meant that they were going to caned next as it was tradition that she was naked for the cane.

sandra had stopped crying by the time they were next called out of the corner but when she saw Sir standing there with the cane she started again and started begging for mercy. Sir told her to shut up and get bent over. Her caning took a long time as she kept standing up and they had to keep starting from the beginning. watching it made katie feel quite ill as she knew that she was next and that Sir was getting increasingly irritated with sandras escapades.

it was very hard but katie managed to remain in place for her caning, partly because she was scared to move but also to show sandra how it should be done. She didn't think Sir would tolerate her moving with as much patience as he did sandra.

The women's legs were aching from the length of time they had been stood in the corner before they were called out for one final time. katie got a hard handspanking on top of her cane lines and sandra got a hand spanking as well as an extra hairbrush spanking for being the one who started the trouble in the first place.

They were then sent to bed without even a cuddle. sandra didn't seem to notice but katie knew that it meant that he still had something up his sleeve.

They lay on the bed next to each other. Both on their tummies with no bedclothes as there bottoms were too sore to want anything on them. Once sandra had stopped snivveling, she started moaning about how she had been spanked too hard and blah blah blah. katie told her to shut up and before they knew it they were arguing again.

"kneel on the bed" Sir was furious. Had he wasted his time. Were they so oblivious to him.
katie and sandra nearly wet themselves when they heard him and saw that he had the cane in his hand.

The 36 strokes that they got this time made everything else seem like a stroll in the park and both were howling like babies when he was finished with them. This time he gave them a quick hug before supervising them into bed. It was two very sorry women who sniffled themselves to sleep

A drive in the country

2010-04-12T20:16:00.002Z

Things have been difficult lately but this weekend seems to have been a good experience for both of us. Because i feel happier, i feel able to write again and also because i feel happier, i will be able to read other blogs again.

Does anyone else get like that, that they cant bear to read about what others are doing because they are so miserable themselves?

Anyway on a happier note, we went for a drive in the lovely welsh countryside on Saturday. The sun was shining, the sky blue and there were lambs in the fields.

Sir opened my window and my hair started blowing all over the place and my skirt started blowing up. Without thinking i reached for the button and started to close the window. The next minute i yelled out loud as his very hard and heavy hand cracked down on the front of my right thigh.

"did i tell you to close the window"

"no Sir" I babbled as i surveyed the hand print on my throbbing thigh while making sure my window was wide open

"tuck your skirt right up, i want to see your pussy. Open those legs and keep them open"

Hastily i obeyed. Maybe if i was a good girl, he would play with my clit and let me cum.

"take your breasts out of your bra and tuck your top out of the way. I want to your breasts completely naked"

I looked at him in horror. Surely he wasn't serious. CRACK, his hand landed on my thigh again and i quickly exposed my breasts.

The wind coming in from the window whistled round my nakedness and my nipples became very erect. Sir reached over and took hold of one. I took a deep breath as he loves to torture me by squeezing, nipping and pinching my nipples till i scream for mercy.

He didn't do it straight away but massaged first one and then the other till i was moaning with desire and pushing my pussy up to see if he would play there as well.

"you are a slut" he said with a smile as he changed my desire to the need to get away as he inflicted the pain first to one nipple and then the other.

We continued with the drive with my nipples still throbbing painfully and with me still half naked.

Suddenly to my horror, i realised that we were coming to a T junction and that there was a car waiting to come out so we would be sat looking at each other waiting for a gap in the traffic.

I started to cover myself up. It was just an instinctive reaction. Crack Crack Crack. I cried out loud as my thigh was smacked three more times. The skin was mottled and and a mix of red, purple and white.

"put your arms by your side and don't move a muscle". I sat there completely still gazing out of the window hoping that no one was looking at me. I could feel myself getting redder and redder until we eventually we moved away.

Sir was not pleased with me and my nipples were once again plunged into intense pain as i squirmed and begged and apologised under his fingers.

It takes a long time for the throb in my nipples to subside and they were no where near comfy when i realised we were approaching a large size village. I started begging in earnest and trying to wriggle on the seat so no one could see me.

I was rewarded with the promise that i was going to be in serious trouble when we got home and in the meantime to sit properly and keep still and keep my breasts exposed.

It was terrible. I don't know if people look into cars as they drive past but i felt so exposed i was nearly in tears.

Outside of the village, Sir found a spot to park.

"get me your hairbrush and turn round in your seat"

I must have been a bit slow as his hand cracked on my thigh again before i had chance to obey.

I knelt on the front seat while he told me to stick my ass out. My hairbrush is solid wood and it hurts like crazy but i was still able to notice that cars were driving past us.

"Get dressed and sit down properly"

I did my best but sitting was not a comfy option as we finished our drive with me fretting as to what was going to happen when we got home

A repost as i am going on holiday

2010-03-18T20:43:00.005Z

I am going to be away for a week unless I get a chance to visit an internet cafe so i thought i would find an old post that i liked.

FD - the accounts of some of the adventures i had with Miss are arond this time period

Saturday, July 14, 2007

Day 4 - Intensive training with Miss

I got up as usual at 6.30 am, I had been awake for ages as I needed the loo but before going I rang Sir as I had been in trouble numerous times since he went away for not ringing on time. He was having breakfast in 36 degree heat and I was about to have a cold shower. Sometimes I wonder if being a sub is all it is cracked up to be.

Shower complete, pussy made smooth again and I was ready for my instructions. I had a sinking feeling as I was told to lay out on the bed, the enema bottle, the two butt plugs, two vibraters, two sets of anal beads and the bath brush. The plugs and dildos were to be laid out in order of thickness which gave me a clue as to what was coming.

I took a photo and sent it to her and was therefore surprised to be told to go into the living room with a third vibrater (in the middle of the other two in order of thickness).I had already been told that I was to spend the day naked and would only be allowed to put on a short silk nightie when the workman came so I lay in the middle of the floor as instructed.“Put your legs in the air and spread them wide, lift your bottom right up so that Sir will be able to see your pussy and your arse hole”.

I hate this position, it shows off everything and it is hard to keep your legs still as your pussy and arse are tormented or while you are getting spanked or caned. When I first met Miss, this was the position she put me in, kneeling next to me and holding one leg while she spanked me with the bath brush and played relentlessly with my clit.This time however I was alone as I was ordered to insert the vibrater (rabbit type) and fuck my pussy really hard with it while imagining that Sir was sitting watching my performance.

It occurred to me that I have never masturbated in front of him as an order. I quite often am allowed to do it as part of sex but he has never actually sat and watched me or ordered me to do it for his entertainment.My pussy and clit were getting a good hard fuck as I imagined how mortified and embarrassed I would be if he was there watching. Miss listened to my climax and reported that she was pleased with me so far.

An hour later and I am told to fill up the bottle and inset the contents into my anus and then to put in the little plug and to lie on my bed and wait further instructions.Until a few weeks ago, my overriding fear with anything anal was the possibility of mess. As a nurse I knew just too much of what goes on back there and for 18 years I have been freaked out by the whole concept. Sir, of course is not bothered that I find it scary, I am his sub so therefore I accept his cock in my arse and I will say thank you afterwards.However, I did get genuinely scared and he usually had to hold me down and be very dominant as I really hated it. Loved the idea, but hated the reality.

Anyway I read a blog (lil girl) and she had the same fear so bought a small bottle enema and cleaned her back passage, just the way she would any other part of her body. It was an amazing moment, why had I never thought of that, I had tried laxatives but I got cramps so didn’t try again.I bought a bottle, stuff I had used regularly at work and tried it. I gave myself three rinses at my own pace and then borrowing another nursing tip, took some Imodium. So when I went to see Sir for the Tale of Two days, I had a squeaky clean bowel. The difference to how I felt was amazing. I was still scared of the pain but the knowledge that I was clean just helped so much and I was the most willing I have ever been for him.

So to get back to today, I am a complete convert of self administered cleansing bowel prep, but I was not at all keen on doing it at someone else’s instruction. I managed a paltry two minutes the first time before I was begging to be allowed up. The second time, half an hour later I as told I could go as soon as I had orgasmed. Lying on the bed, desperate to move is not the sexiest thing in the world but I knew if I wanted to be allowed up, I would have to be obedient. It took a few minutes but I was a good girl eventually.The third time, another half hour later and there is no urgency at all, just a sense of cleanliness.

I am left in peace for an hour or so before being ordered to the bed to lie on my left side. Miss is a firm believer that all subs should be completely anal aware and that as the arse hole belongs to Sir, I should be completely accepting of whatever he decides to do to me.I was told to pick up the thick black vibrater and imagine asking Sir to fuck my arse with it. I just couldn’t do it. It was way too thick to even think about. Miss was not pleased with my reticence and told me to stop being a baby, and that I would be going out on Saturday to purchase something much bigger.

She made me insert the little butt plug and to tell her what it felt like. It is not much thicker than a finger and with no mess worries, it felt quite nice. I was allowed to massage my right nipple as I lay there.When I was nice and relaxed, I was told to change to the big plug. Again nothing too scary as I only purchased ones which I felt able to cope with. I was told to take the bath brush and spank hard on the centre of my cheeks so that the plug would be forced into my arse. I was not keen on this but I obeyed.

Next was the blue jelly vibrater. This was not purchased with bottoms in mind and I was breathing hard as I tried to insert it. Doing things you don’t like to yourself, is even harder I think than having someone do it too you. At least then, you give up all control and are a passive recipient. Forcing it into your own tight hole against your own body’s desires is very hard.I managed to get it in but I was very uncomfy although not actually in pain. I held onto it tightly as I fucked my arse with it. I didn’t want to take it out as I knew what was coming next.

When it did come out, I was told to feel myself and see how different my anus was compared to when we started. It felt very moist and open but I was still terrified as I took the last vibrater.My body just closed down and I could not insert it. Just feeling it at the entrance made my body spasm. At this point I thought I was going to fail and not be able to submit my body.

Miss was not sympathetic and again told me to stop acting like a child and to obey at once.I pushed the vibrater in a little way but the pain was just too much. If it had been Sirs cock, I could have tolerated it but making me cause myself so much pain was just frightful. Miss was having none of this baby ness and kept telling me to put it right in and tell her how it felt.

I pushed it in and tried deep breathing to relax as it stretched me so completely.I am not going to say it felt good, but the feeling of being a good girl, felt good. I had this horror of it being sucked inside me and having to go to A and E so I held tight to it as I was told to fuck myself.Miss didn’t want me to cum at this point so I was told to clean everything and lay them out ready for later.

An hour later and I am back on my side. I am told to feel myself and see how the hole has closed up and then I am told to take the blue vibrater and push it straight in (I was allowed a miniscule bit of lube, which I never get when Sir uses me). I did as I was told and was ready for the command to put the black one in next. Again it took me a few efforts before I could get it in but I was rewarded with a good girl as I fucked myself again.I am sure you can all guess what happened on the next hour.

The black vibrater was to go straight in and no wussing about this time. This time I did it first time and I was allowed to cum with it in place. I had a huge sense of pride that I had done I was expected too, even from long distance control.

If I had expected that to be it, I was disappointed. When the workmen were busy in my flat, I was ordered to go and put it in again and cum again while they fitted my internet on the other side of the internal wall. I begged and pleaded that they would hear me and what if they wanted me while I was doing it. It all fell on deaf ears so I found myself trying to orgasm as quietly as possible while I could hear them so close to me. It took me a while but I got there eventually.

The discovery of boys

2010-03-17T20:17:00.002Z

When i was 15 i went away to Gibraltar with the Air Cadets. There were 4 girls and 96 boys. However there were also members of the Air force who we got friendly with. One of them commented to me that he was amazed because the other three girls had not only got underarm hair but also bikini line hair. I replied that he wouldn't find a single hair on me. It was not supposed to be flirty or anything i was just stating a fact.

He became very interested in me which was very flattering so when he took me to a pub and bought me snake bite i was very happy. I may have got a tiny weeny bit drunk and the next thing i know he is french kissing me. I hate that, it was my first time and i still hate it all these years later. We went back to his room and he started touching me through my trousers. My god, i wanted him to touch me more but i was still ignorant of the whole sex act thing. I was not to be enlightened as the clock tower struck eleven and i sat up in a panic. I was on a ten pm curfew so we had to dash out and he had to return me to an irate airwoman who gave me a major bollocking.

Next encounter was another air cadet who i ended up marrying. (i got married at seventeen and a half). He was the one i lost my virginity too. We had been canoeing with my parents and had then gone on to the naturist club. My parents had gone off to play tennis leaving us in the clubhouse. We played with each other for a bit before he made me bend over the table tennis table so we could watch the route from the tennis courts (we were the only people there at the time). I felt his cock push into my pussy. I still didn't use these terms. He was Fred and i was Winni so sex was Winnifred. Sad i know but hey we were kids.

I cant honestly say i was that impressed with sex. It was uncomfy and sticky and i thought of my faceless lady and wished she was there to make me cum. As we practiced more, it became better and once he had learnt how to lick pussy then i was happy.

During the time i was seeing him, i went to Florida with my parents to stay at a naturist park called Cypress Cove. It was an amazing place. On a much bigger scale to what we get in UK. I was chatted up by a nice young man who actually asked my dads permission to take me out.

We went out and i drank a lot of tequila sunrises. Somehow we made it back to the resort where everyone had gone to bed. The outdoor pool had underwater lighting and so we had yummy yummy sex in the pool. We then went into the clubhouse and had more sex under the pool table.

After we had been there for two weeks, we went by train up to New York. I had a little couchette thingy which locked and gave me great privacy to play with my faceless lady. I took great delight in sitting naked in my little space, exposing my pussy to the wide open spaces outside while frigging myself to orgasm. My parents thought i was being anti social and i was. It was me and my pussy and whoever happened to see in. I don't think anyone did see me as you tended to get warning of a station but it was nice to think about.

Once i had had a cock in my pussy, i now spent a lot of time finding things to fuck myself with. Anything and everything went inside me as i tried new ways to orgasm. I liked to see how big an item i could be forced to take as punishment. So now i had pegs on my nipples, pegs on my pussy, perfume on my clit and an object inside of me. I don't think i actually needed a boy. i was quite happy all by myself

Wax play

2010-03-17T20:09:00.003Z

I was looking through my picture files to find a nipple shot to send to Jayne submissive diaries and i found these pictures. I then went blog reading and found this lovely post.

http://fukpuppet.wordpress.com/2010/03/16/the-ties-that-bind/pet.wordpress.com/2010/03/16/the-ties-that-bind/

I thought it was fate so decided to publish them. Maybe one day i will write about how it came about but in the meantime .........

My early years

2010-03-16T14:25:00.002Z

As i don't have much going on that's fun in my life at the moment, i thought it would be nice to answer FD's questions instead of telling you how shit my life is right now. Memories are always a good way of suppressing bad emotions.

Jayne (submissive diaries, see links) wrote about having to put her nipples into a bowl of water with ice cubes in and to stay there until told she could move. I remember doing this to myself when i was about 12.

You said when you were 12 that you iced your nipples. Did you do anything else at that age? You were really young when you started those fantasies.

I discovered my body very early. I was bought up as a naturist so i was used to seeing naked people all the time. We only wore clothes in the house during the day. Bed was always in the nude. i had one nightie that we took on holiday in case there was a fire but apart from that the only time i had night wear was a pair of pink pyjamas that i had for when i was in hospital.

I cant remember the first time that i discovered that stroking myself down below felt nice but i know that by 12 (my first hospital admission) i was very experienced at making my self orgasm although i didn't know that was what it was called.

I had some perfume that was in a yellow metal tin type thing. I think it was called Charlie but i am not sure. I used to open my lips and put it on my clit and rub it until i came. Sometimes i would do it slow, sometimes fast but there was always an imaginary faceless woman telling me to do it or there would be trouble and i would be punished. The punishment was never spanking although i used to love reading about spanking but i never associated it with sex. never did till the age of 22 as i think i have mentioned.

I then discovered that if i pinched my nipples rather than just stroking them that i would climax quicker. I raided the kitchen and took several wooden clothes pins. The delicious feeling of clipping one to my nipple and the begging to the woman to remove it was wonderful. I would see how long i could keep it on for before savouring the after pain when it was removed.

I then had the idea that i could put the pegs on my pussy. I didn't have a name that i used at this time as i didn't know any slang terms. ( i was off school for 4 years, in and out of hospital and we didn't have a TV so i was very sheltered). I would see how many i could get on each lip, five on each side was the most. Then i would put two on my nipples and use the can to rub my clit. At this point i never inserted anything into my pussy as i am not sure i even knew that was how you had sex.

This was soon not enough and i discovered the ultimate punishment for myself. Spray the perfume on my clit. Oh my god. i would not dare do it now and at the time it was unbearable but the woman would pull the pegs apart and force that cold can onto the burn and rub till i was a good girl again. i would then be allowed to get a cold flannel to put between my legs to try and ease the burn which would last for hours.

I liked the hot feeling so i started to investigate how to do the cold sensation. Ice cubes were soon being placed on my pussy either on their own or before or after the perfume. Again, it was heavenly and i used to play with myself three or four times a day. I had read about icecold showers but we didn't have one so when my parents were out i would fill the sink and put my breasts in the water either with or without the clothes pegs. Sometimes i would fill the bath and make my self sit in the cold water until the woman decided i was punished enough and now i should perform for her by opening my legs on the bed and orgasming.

I should also mention that i hate pubic hair. When it first appeared at about 12 i guess, i shaved it off. Well the woman shaved it off for me as a punishment. My mother who is a nurse was concerned that i didn't have any pubic hair (being nude means it is hard to hide) but as i was on various tablets she just assumed it was because of them and so i never got investigated. I am in the process of having my hair lasered off so i can be rid of it permanently.

Another thing that i used to do was to put really tight belts on under my clothes like a corset type effect so that i was permanently turned on. I then started putting a satin strip from the front of the belt , under my pussy and then tied tight at the back. So it rubbed on my clit all day. If i was in trouble then a spot of perfume would be sprayed onto the satin which may or may not come into contact with my clit. i would never know until suddenly the burn would start.

These little rituals kept me nice and horny until i was 15 when i discovered boys but that will have to be another post as my bum has gone to sleep and my pussy wants some attention

Q and A

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It is great when people leave comments and even better when they ask questions. Sometimes it feels like writing in a vacuum as you know people are reading but no one ever says anything or they send me an email. emails are great but it is nice for a blog to breath and for bloggers to interact with each other. I always try and leave a comment every time i visit a blog and i have met some great people by doing so. So please if you drop by, say Hi xxxxx

So to the questions i got asked after my previous post

Btw, would you mind telling us what happened in 2009 because there are no archives listed for that year.
I went through a period of deep depression. I remained as sub to Sir and it was that and my relationship with CJ who you will popping up now and then which maintained my sanity. Sir also didn't use to like me writing about some things as they were personal to us so this time round, i am only writing about events rather than feelings. We also had some rocky times and most of the time i didn't feel like writing a public blog. I have written a very private blog and to be honest it scares me a little now when i read it as my feelings are so dark

And how did the relationship with the mistress end?
It was very sad. She had mental health issues of her own and ended up in intensive care after an incident when she was particularly ill. We never heard from her again and as far as i know she has moved abroad. She was wonderful though and i still miss her very much

Also, I find it interesting that you desire to be controlled in an all or nothing way. That shows you are a true sub. And have you known that about yourself for a long time or did you need the right dom to bring your feelings to the surface?
I had my first spanking when i was 22 when a boyfriend got pissed of with me and spanked me before sending me to bed. I was in shock as it wasn't consensual and i thought it was like abuse. He came upstairs and told me that in future if i misbehaved then that is what would happen. We lived together for 6 years and that was how it was. i got the hand, a non padded table tennis bat, a crop and a piece of rope. I never called him Sir or Master or anything like that. never stood in the corner or anything like that, i just got disciplined if i was naughty.

He moved on to training me sexually and introducing me to new things and he used to do a lot of bondage and humiliation. he liked to see me given as a slave to others, men, women, couples and groups. I never had a say in what was going on and i just used to do as i was told.

After six years he moved on and i spent 10 vanilla years with not so much as a spank until my marriage broke up and i went looking for what i had had before. It was then that i discovered BDSM, D/s etc. i had no idea that was what we did. Then i discovered that a lot of people play at it. I had no idea what play meant. To me it was just how i had lived for 6 years. You could probably argue that i had actually been a genuine slave as consent or even knowledge of what was happening did not exist. To some it may seem like an abusive relationship but to me it felt right and i was happy.

I spent a while looking for someone who would not let me top from the bottom as i am normally very good at getting my own way. The first time i met Sir, i knew he was up to the task. I still believe he is one of a rare breed who can actually control me however i was not prepared for the heartache and soul searching that my relationship with him would bring. he encouraged me to have feelings and to express them. I had never done that in my life and i was (and still am) crap at it.

Hope you don't mind the questions, but I like your blogging and writing and it's made me more curious about your background and what makes you tick.
I don't mind the questions at all. I like answering questions so ask away, as many as you want. And if there is a particular area you want to chat about for your story, just let me know and i will ramble on for you on that topic.

I cant believe how far we have come.

2010-03-11T21:29:00.003Z

Wednesday, 5 November 2008

A true story
Will I ever learn??

Katie surveyed her bedroom. It looked very bare with only the minimum of furnishings left. Laid out on the dressing table was a fearsome array of spanking implements. Katie checked them for the umpteenth time, to make sure they were clean and polished. Hanging on the wall were the even more scary implements, the canes, crops and straps. Moving over to the bed, she checked that the securing points were ready and that there were plenty of pillows. Her heart was thudding fast as she checked the covered tray, the freshly prepared ginger root was soaking in iced water next to a bar of soap and a dispenser bottle of liquid soap. He couldn’t really be serious about using these, she thought desperately. She had read about them in stories and she knew for sure that she did not want to experience them first hand.

Closing her mind to the thought she checked herself in the mirror. She had on a pair of white cotton pants and a pale lilac vest top that just covered her breasts. Turning round, she pulled her pants down to look at her pale bottom in the mirror. She rubbed it gently, knowing that next time she saw it, it would look very different. Sighing to herself she went downstairs to await his arrival.

As the minutes passed, her tension increased, she ran over in her mind his instructions for this meeting. She was dressed as he had ordered; the implements were prepared, as was the bed. The soap and ginger were ready and she had a freshly shaved pussy. She was determined to behave as well as she could to show him she was repentant for her behaviour. She would not speak unless spoken to, she would not whine and she would obey without hesitation. Most importantly she would not anger him further by persistently forgetting to say Sir. Katie could not understand how she could make the same mistake over and over and over again.

The sound of his car in the driveway brought her abruptly back to the present and her stomach started to churn as she heard the car door slam.She stood nervously in the hall, imagining him striding up the path, her heart skipped as he opened the door and entered the room. When in his presence, Katie could never imagine how an earth she had got herself into the predicaments that she did as she never had the slightest urge to disobey him when he was stood next to her.

“Go into the front room and stand in the corner, hands on head” George did not bother with pleasantries, he was annoyed that they were here for the same reason a third time. This punishment was going to remain in Katie’s memory for a long, long time. Katie hurried into the room and stood as ordered; she heard him come up behind her and felt him pull her pants up tight into her arse and her pussy. She gasped as she felt like she was being split into two. When George was satisfied with the position he left her without speaking.

Katie heard him go into the kitchen and put the kettle on, she hoped everything was clean enough for him as she didn’t want to be taken to task for her lack of housekeeping skills as well. George placed his drink on the coffee table and after surveying Katie’s back for a moment went upstairs. He looked round the room approvingly as he picked up a few of the items laid out for his use.

Re entering the front room, he laid the items on the coffee table next to a sheet of paper that lay there waiting. “Come here Katie” he said quietly. Katie came and stood where he pointed, her insides shaking as she looked at him sitting there so calmly on the couch. Her mind flashed back to their first meeting and how considerate he had been in reintroducing her to spanking. Two strokes he had given her with his belt, two, and my god, now I am facing 54 with a cane.

“KATIE” George said loudly for the second time. Katie jumped like a startled rabbit, realising that she had not been paying attention. “Yes sir “she stammered. “You will read me the letter you have prepared”Katie knew it was coming, she had had to do this before but it never got any easier. With a shaking hand she picked up the sheet of paper and looked hatefully down at it.

Why did she have to do this she thought rebelliously, he knew she hated it, what would do if she screwed it up and threw it at him? Even as these thoughts flitted across her mind, she knew that it was useless to argue. Reluctantly she began to read in a low voice. The words were barley audible and there were lots of pauses but Katie knew the consequences of not reading it so she forced herself to continue to the end. When she was finished George held his hand out for the paper and read it through himself while Katie stood nervously trying not to look at the items on the table.

George folded the paper and put it into his pocket, standing up he came and stood just behind Katie. “so young lady, you have surpassed your self this time haven’t you , twice I have punished you for being disobedient, and each time your behaviour improves for about as long as you can still feel your bottom. You need to learn that I expect obedience from you at ALL times, not just when your bottom is sore, or when I am with you, or when I speak to you on the phone. ALL times, do you understand that Katie??? Katie nodded fervently, “yes Sir” she assured him. “So if you understand, how come we are having this conversation,” Katie wished he would come round into her field of vision as she found it very disconcerting having him stood behind her. “I don’t know Sir” she muttered. “YOU DON’T KNOW” George didn’t shout but pronounced each word separately. “I, I, I mean” Katie could not believe she had said one of the frowned upon phrases so early in the proceedings. “well, what do you mean, do you mean that you will do as your told when it pleases you, that you will do as your told so long as I keep nagging you, that you will please your self and hope you don’t get caught, well Katie tell me.” Katie tried to turn round to see him so she could explain but a sharp smack on the side of the thigh and a snapped “face the front” stopped her.Tears pricked her eyes as she stood there, not knowing what to say “do you not want to be submissive, do you just want to play games, is that the problem??” “no Sir” she whispered “perhaps, I am wasting my time here, maybe I should leave you unpunished as it doesn’t seem to do any good whatsoever” Despite her determination not to cry, this was too much and she felt the tears starting “please sir, I do want to do as you say, I really do, its just hard sometimes” she begged rubbing the tears away with her hand. George turned her round and held her chin so she had to look up at him. She tried to pull away, not wanting him to see her crying. “Look at me Katie, it is not hard, and I don’t ask a lot of you, just that you follow the simple rules that have been set for YOUR benefit. You asked for my help and I am going to help you, but you MUST do what I say and not go doing whatever pleases you in the hope that I don’t find out, do you understand?” Katie avoided eye contact, she hated him seeing her like this “yes Sir” she managed to whisper.George released her face and went and sat down on the settee from where he surveyed the unhappy woman in front of him. “Come and kneel here” he gestured to the floor between his legs. Katie knelt before him, her eyes still red and still on the verge of a full blown crying fit. “Do you like kneeling there” he asked. Katie looked up at him “yes Sir “. “Good, why do you like it?” Katie just stopped herself in time from shrugging and saying I don’t know. She tried to explain, “I like being here, I like looking up at you, I like being able to put my arms round you and lean on your chest, I like putting your cock in my mouth and giving you pleasure, I like being subservient to you” George nodded approvingly, “so if you like all that, it should not be hard to respect me by telling me the truth and obeying me then should it” “no sir” said Katie softly her eyes fixed on his belt, as she desperately fought the tears that still threatened. George pulled her close and put his arms round her so she was leaning on him “now you know why I am going to punish you, it is going to be a hard punishment with a severe caning and afterwards, I do not expect to ever have this conversation again, is that clear” Katie nodded into his chest “yes Sir”George waited for a moment before telling Katie to bend over his knee. She obeyed without hesitation, glad that the lecture was over. She buried her head into the settee as she felt him pull her pants tight again. His hand was on her bottom but he seemed in no hurry to start. “Ask me to punish you Katie” he ordered. Katie looked back at him in desperation; he couldn’t be serious “ask me Katie”. “Please punish me Sir” whispered Katie after a very long pause. “How do you want me to punish you”? Katie took a deep breath “please punish me hard Sir”. George stroked the bottom presented to him some more “what do you need punishing for Katie?” For Gods sake thought Katie, just get on with it but she managed to say “please punish me hard Sir for disobeying you and lying to you”. George smiled “very well babe, I will gladly do that for you”SMACK, the first of many hard smacks landed on Katie’s bottom as George commenced the punishment with his hand. They were not gentle warm up smacks and in no time at all Katie was feeling the effects. She kept her head into the cushions and tried to keep her behind still. She leaned on her hands as she felt her bottom getting warmer and warmer. George didn’t speak and the spanking seemed to go on for ever till despite her best efforts Katie was starting to shift her bottom as much as she could to try and escape the smacks that assaulted it. The wriggles became more urgent as George extended the spanking right down first one thigh and then the other. Katie hated having her thighs spanked but there was not a lot she could do about it. After what seemed like a life time the spanking stopped and Katie lay panting over his knee. George leaned forward and picked up the paddle shaped hairbrush. He showed it to Katie. “Twelve slow spanks with this next”. Katie nodded miserably and then yelled out loud as it came whistling down onto her right buttock. “Did you forget something Katie?” “Ow, yes Sir, I’m sorry sir”. George pulled down her pants, not that they had been offering much protection anyway as he said “you have plenty of punishment coming your way young lady without begging me for me”One by one the twelve spanks landed on Katie’s ample bottom. George took his time to make sure that every inch was covered, plenty of time for concentrating on certain spots later. Again it was the thighs that drew the most response from the girl laid over his knee but she was able to keep her hands out of the way as she moved her bottom as much as was possible to avoid the sting.. Katie turned her head to see what he would pick up next. Her heart sank when she saw it was the clothes brush. “One minute Katie” George waited for the second hand on his watch to reach 12 before starting. Katie managed to keep still for about thirty seconds before her wriggling resulted in her putting her hands back to try and protect her bottom. George stopped abruptly. Without speaking he moved Katie further onto his knee so he could grip her legs with one of his. “give me your hand now” he ordered.Very slowly Katie held it out and gasped as he took it and held it tightly. “Don’t even think of protecting your bottom young lady, I have barely started yet and that minute will now start again” Katie tried to move to escape “noooo” she moaned. “Well well” George sounded surprised “you are determined to beg for more punishment aren’t you, well I would hate to disappoint you babe, let’s make it two minutes” Katie stayed silent not wishing to incur any more penalties “I suggest you say thank you Sir, before I make it three minutes” George growled menacingly. “thank you Sir” muttered Katie as the second hand once again reached the top.The two minutes went on and an, Katie thought it would never end as she bucked and writhed and moaned. George kept her in place with little effort and smiled to himself, she may not realise it but he was by no means letting her have the full works. Her bottom had got a lot more to come and he wanted to ensure that it was a long and lasting punishment. When the two minutes were up Katie lay still, breathing hard wishing she hadn’t made so much fuss but she hated the way the brush stung her bottom so much. She tried to remember what else was on the table, oh god she thought, the mahogany paddle.George exchanged the clothes brush for the beautifully polished mahogany paddle. He kneaded Katie’s bottom with one hand as he admired the shiny gleam of the wood. “I thought you were going to get this engraved” he said breaking through Katie’s ouches that the kneading action always produced. “I haven’t had chance Sir” “Mmmm” mused George “well I want to see it engraved next time I use it, so you had better find time hadn’t you?” “Yes Sir, I will Sir” agreed Katie. “So how many would you like with this then Katie?” The girl took a deep breath, another thing she hated, God he was doing it all today. “Twelve please Sir “she offered. To her surprise, he simply said “very well”Katie screwed her eyes up as she felt him grip her hand tighter and pin her down more thoroughly. SMACK, the pain radiated through Katie’s bottom and she struggled to free her hand, SMACK, “please Sir, no more Sir” she begged desperately wriggling. “KEEP STILL, you asked for twelve and you will get twelve”. George took his time, again making sure that all areas were covered. Katie was completely unable to keep still and the noise level was increasing. Abruptly the spanking ended and she was set back onto her feet, her knickers round her ankles. “Go and stand in the corner”.George drank his nearly cold cup of tea as he watched her in the corner. He remembered the first time he had put her there; she had looked over her shoulder at him with “attitude”. A quick session with the trusty clothes brush had altered her attitude and she had always gone obediently to stand and kneel where ordered. A frown crossed his face; she was going to seriously regret her disobedience in other areas when he was through with her today.“Go into the dining room, remove your top, bend over the table and wait for me. You may leave your knickers there, go on quickly” Katie nearly ran into the other room. She saw that the chairs had been moved so she could lean across the table. Lying at one end were the six canes. Trying to remain calm she put her top neatly on a chair and bent over to await George. She turned her head so she didn’t have to look at the dreaded canes that she had carefully prepared for him to use on her bottom. She heard him come in and pick up a cane. “remind me, why do you have six canes Katie” “cause I cocked up on eBay Sir and bid a lot for the second set of three Sir” George put one cane down and picked up another “and how much was a lot?” Katie sighed to herself “fifteen thousand pounds Sir”. “And why did you cock up on eBay, its not the first time you have bought something is it?” “no sir, I was tired and it was late and” Katie’s voice trailed off “and you were on the computer after your bedtime and you had been on the computer for more than two hours, am I right” “yes Sir” murmured Katie forlornly.“Oh dear” George shook his head sorrowfully “more canes for me to use on your bottom as a result of your disobedience, a nice irony there I think. Now I told you I was going to give you 54 strokes of the cane and I am going to do that later. But first I am going to give you one stroke with each one to see how they respond to you and of course how you respond to them” George picked up the nursery cane, feeling how thin and swishy it was. “Turn your head and look at the rest of them waiting to be used, and look at the computer, the cause of so much of your disobedience”Katie did as she was told, gripping the table tightly. The cane swished through the air and landed on her burning red bottom. “Owwww “she moaned and her legs started wriggling. George pushed her back firmly down to the table “push your bottom out girl and stop moaning, that was the nursery cane” Next he picked up a junior cane. He examined it, it seemed very short but he was ready to try anything. The reaction from Katie as it landed just below the previous stripe convinced him that despite its short length it was very effective. The advantage of testing the canes between each stroke meant that the pain had plenty of time to build to a crescendo before the next stroke landed. “Another Junior one, Katie, make sure that bottom is well pushed out” Breathing hard Katie did as she was told “owww” she moaned again as the cane swished on to her throbbing behind. A sudden thought hit her, were these six included in the fifty four. Oh god she groaned, there was no way she would be able to mange fifty four strokes.She became aware that George was tapping her bottom with the fourth cane, “are you paying attention Katie, or do I need to be more insistent” “no Sir, I’m sorry Sir” This cane was less of a swish and more of a thud as it landed and Katie’s feet started to dance around. “That was a senior cane and so is this” George took the short straight handled cane and delivered the next stroke very fast. Katie scrambled to stand up to ease the fire in her bum but Georges hand on her back prevented her from moving. “keep still, I can see I am going to have to secure you for at least some of your caning, now get that bottom right out, no right out, that’s better” Katie watched as he picked up the dragon cane. Apart from its colour, it didn’t look all that more fearsome than the others but she had heard tales of how it really hurt. She tensed as it touched her bottom to see where to aim for. SWISH, it landed and there was a stunned silence and then the pain hit. Katie tried even harder to get up as she tried to get away from the searing pain. “KEEP STILL” rapped George. Katie lay still, looking at the canes trying to calm her breathing. “That’s better, now go upstairs and wait for me in the corner of the bedroom, and do not touch your bottom”Katie stood naked in the bedroom with her hands on her head facing the wall; she seemed to have been there for hours. She wriggled her legs and bottom trying to make the sting go away. As she heard him coming up the stairs though she remained perfectly still. He had made it quite clear so far that he was not in a mood to be trifled with. “Come over here” Katie stood in front of him looking at the floor. She felt his hands on her breasts, gently stroking them, making her large nipples erect. Suddenly he squeezed both nipples hard and pulled them upwards. Katie danced on her tip toes trying to ease the pain, not daring to try and get his hands off her. Eventually he released them, she heard the clink of the chain on the nipple clamps so she was not surprised when they were firmly attached to each nipple. As usual, the pain made her dizzy but also incredibly aroused, she stood submissively as his hands wandered down to between her legs “you are soaking wet babe” he announced as his fingers explored her naked pussy. She squirmed at his touch, the pain and humiliation fighting with the incredible feelings that he was arousing.“Lie on the bed, on your back” Katie sat down gingerly and adjusted her position. George took each arm and leg in turn, securing them tightly to the corners of the bed until Katie was completely unable to move. He checked that the nipple clamps were securely in place, giving them an extra squeeze just to be sure. Katie followed him with her eyes as he went to the wall where the implement were hung. She noticed that he had re hung the canes. George turned to look at Katie, lying so submissively waiting for him before taking down one of the riding crops. He heard a sharp intake of breath and saw the worry in her face as she tried to melt down into the bed. Standing over her he gently stroked her body with the crop, watching as she tensed each time it came near her.“So Katie, why are you being punished” he asked quietly. Katie never took her gaze away from the crop, “for being disobedient Sir, and for doing what I wanted to do, not what you wanted me to do” “very good, have you learnt anything yet” Katie nodded emphatically “yes sir, please d’” George shook his head “shush, don’t ask questions or beg, speak only when spoken to remember” Katie lapsed into silence. George reached down and removed the nipple clamps, leaving Katie with the after effects that only really went away with rubbing. He sat on the bed between her legs and she felt him examining every inch of her swollen, aroused pussy. She moaned as she felt him squeeze her inner lips and then the pain started in earnest as he fastened the clamps in place. Bonds or not, Katie made every effort to move, her pussy was so painful, She begged him to take them off as she writhed round the bed. For answer she got a sharp slap on the inside of her thigh “keep still girl and feel the pain, don’t fight it”Katie tried desperately to obey, taking deep calming breaths, she was only barely aware that George was once again standing over her. The flick of the crop on her breast made her yell out. Relentlessly the crop flicked, first on one tender breast and then on the other. Katie squirmed and fought but the punishment did not stop. At times when the crop caught her nipple’s already tender from the clamps she shrieked especially loudly. Only when each breast was nice and red did he put down the crop. Bending over he sucked hard on each nipple, squeezing the other one tight as he did so. Katie raised her body to his mouth, feeling the juices flowing from her incredibly painful pussy as he teased each nipple in turn.George came back to her feet leaving her desperate to cum, He tucked at the chain on the clamps, seeing her moan as he did so. Deftly he removed the clamps and put them back on her nipples. “Don’t move “he commanded as she started her wriggling “do you want the cane on your breasts” he asked sternly “no sir” she moaned as she lay motionless. Suddenly without warning he started spanking her pussy, hard with his hand. All thoughts of stillness evaporated as her pussy got redder and redder. There was very little room to move, but Katie made use of every millimetre as she tried to avoid the heavy hand that relentlessly spanked and spanked.All at once it stopped and Katie had chance to draw breath. George took down the short tawse from the wall and ran it through his fingers. “Are you going to lie to me again Katie” he asked as he tapped gently on her ravished pussy with the leather. “No sir” she whispered as she braced herself for the next part of the punishment. George did not say how many she was to receive and each stroke had her again begging for mercy. “Please Sir, no more, I will never lie again sir, “. As her pussy became more and more red, George started covering the inside of her thighs with the tawse till Katie was sobbing with pain” no Sir, please, I will be good Sir, please Sir” George ignored her passionate pleas as he made sure that every part of her pussy and thighs were red and sore. Only when he was sure that he had covered everywhere did he release her from he bonds.“On your feet, hands on head” he ordered sharply as Katie struggled to stand up straight. Her hands went down to her pussy to try and ease the pain that engulfed it. “Get your hands on your head NOW” Katie made a small whining sound as she did as she was told “and you can stop that whining before you start”. Katie stood miserably in front of him, hands on head, nipple clamps still pinching her nipples. She wasn’t sure which bit hurt more but she was desperately relieved when the clamps were removed. “Now then Katie, tell me about when you lied to me”Katie mustered all her thoughts “I was on the computer past my cut off time and you asked me and I lied about it.” she muttered. “and” prompted George still with the tawse in his hands “and I lied about being in bed, and I lied about how long I had been on the computer for” George nodded “and that was three sentences without Sir,” Katie gasped out loud, “oh god I am sorry sir, please sir I am really sorry” she babbled incoherently. The babbling became even more hysterical as George put down the tawse and approached her with the dispenser of soap in his hand. She backed away from him till her sore spanked bottom hit the wall as she tried to get away from him. “Stand still or I am going to take my belt to your behind” he rapped. ” maybe some soap will remind that mouth of yours to be respectful”He put some soap onto his finger and taking her hair in his other hand forced her to look up at him. “This is not a game, you can not pick and choose what you will and will not do. You are mine and you will do as you are told, now open your mouth” Katie was crying now, she had never been so scared in her entire life, spanking she could handle but this was something different. “I am waiting Katie, do you want to be submissive on your terms or on mine” There was a struggle in Katie’s mind, how much did she want this, how important was it to her, in her heart she knew the answer and very slowly she opened her mouth. George rubbed the soap onto her tongue making sure that the tiny amount covered as much as possible.“stand still and you can spend the next three minutes thinking about that little word Sir and if we have to repeat this exercise, it will be two minutes for each time you forget” Katie closed her eyes and surveyed her misery in her mind. She had a foul taste in her mouth, her arms were aching keeping her hands on her head, her breasts were throbbing as were her nipples and her pussy and bottom still had a dull ache

The training of katie - 1

2010-03-10T19:19:00.003Z

I was reading Florida Doms story about Lisa's training and it got me thinking about my own training.

http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2010/03/lisas-training-chapter-10.html

As i have just written about bladder control i got to remembering what has happened to me in that category. In the beginning, i used to go to the toilet and shut the door. I think it was my second visit when he came into the toilet and leaned on the wall while i peed. I was mortified. The only other people to see me pee were my (male) army comrades who used to find it amusing to mess with my head when we were on exercise. Night vision goggles are evil!!!

Once i had got used to him watching me he moved on to controlling when i was allowed to pee. The mistress who i had for a while was also big on bladder control so i learnt to ask for permission to pee and to expect it to be denied until they were ready to either watch or just let me go in peace.

Sometimes when i was talking to Sir on the phone, i would ask to go and he would make me sit on the loo to talk but not let me open my bladder. That is very very hard as the body is so tuned into letting it all go as soon as you sit down.

When we were out and i needed the toilet, he would stop the car and tell me to go and get on with it by the side of the car. No way of hiding, just the car (doors shut) between me and everyone. If we were walking in the countryside i would just have to go by the edge of the path.

The first time he made me pee myself was horrific. I had to stand in the bath and wet my panties. Another time i had pee in my jeans. When i have done these things he then washes me intimately further humiliating me by saying what a naughty girl i have been and how daddy must make sure i am not smelly. I am normally then made to orgasm as he knows it humiliates me more to be turned on by my humiliation.

At one point i had to buy a childs potty. A horrible blue plastic thing that i had to use in front of him or at night instead of going to the toilet.

You may think that after nearly four years that i would be used to this kind of training but believe me you never get used to it.

Bladder control

2010-03-08T14:29:00.002Z

We were out shopping and had been for a couple of hours. I was thinking it would be a good idea to go to the toilet but this always brings up a dilemma. It reminds him that i am going to the toilet. Sounds obvious i know but when he thinks about it, he will often make me wait just because he can and because he knows it will have me very submissive and begging in no time.

Sometimes if i say breezily, "i am just nipping to the loo", then it is fine but at others he will say "oh no your not, you will wait"

Today was destined to be a "no you will wait till after 2" day. As it was 11 and as i needed to go now, this had me begging instantly but i was told to be quiet.

Shopping becomes a whole different experience when all you can think about is your bladder. He took me to a cafe and bought me a nice big milkshake and watched me with a big smile on his face as i drank it. I had asked jayne (jaynes submissive diary) if her Sir minded her calling him a meanie. She said he didn't so i decided now would be a good time to try it on my Sir.

To my amazement, he laughed and said "yes I am , and my parents were married when i was born so you cant call me that as well"

His amusement made me grumpy. he was laughing at me and i just wanted to bloody pee.

"is that a grumpy face" he asked

I hastened to assure him that it was not as i had been well spanked the previous night for being grumpy. His amusement won through and still with him in good humour we went back to the car.

We arrived back at the house at 2 pm. Brilliant, i thought, "now can i go pee Sir"

"i said after 2"

Oh my god. That little word "after". I came damn close to a temper tantrum but i am not quite that stupid anymore.

I stood legs together and watched him unpack his shopping. Perhaps i should have done it but i was too grumpy and trying not to show it so when he showed me how the sales girl had wrapped up his new glass measuring jug i just said huffily. "perhaps i should pee in the stupid jug".

You would think after nearly four years together that i would know not to say things like that.

"what an excellent idea. Go over there and do it while i watch you"

I tried everything to persuade him that it was a bad idea but he kept saying "it was your idea katie, i am only doing what you want"

I told him i didn't want to do it and that i was being facetious but to no avail.

So there i am in the corner of the kitchen, facing him with my panties round my ankles and a jug between my legs. Oh and did i mention a crimson face.

The pee seemed to take ages to come out and i really thought i was going to die of embarrassment but everything comes to an end.

He smiled at me again, not the laughing at me smile but a smile of approval "good girl" he said "now get it scrubbed"

I was smiling too as i scrubbed and sterilised the jug. I was a good girl and that was all that mattered.

Breaking the rules

2010-03-02T20:59:00.002Z

When i posted my list of rules, i forgot one. I must always have my hairbrush in my handbag with me at all times.

We were driving home from a trip out when Sir asked me where my handbag was and hence where my hairbrush was. I had to admit that i had left them at home. He was not impressed. i was ordered to take my jeans and pants down to below my knees and to sit in the car for the drive home thinking about what was going to happen to me when we got home. Just in case my imagination was not good enough, he told me in graphic detail about the hairbrush spanking that i was going to receive.

We had barely stepped into the house and i was over his knee with the hairbrush pounding onto my bottom. He did it for ages and then asked me how many i had had. I had absolutely no idea so was told we would start again. I tried to count but there is something about being upside down and getting spanked that addles my brain. I have no idea how many i ended up with but i was doing my damnedest to get away from that horrible brush.

I was made to bend over for the usual picture. I could feel him pressing against my sore bottom so was not surprised to hear him undo his belt. Sir especially likes to fuck me from behind when my bottom is this sore so i was fully expecting to feel his hard cock pushing into me.

It came as a major shock then, when instead i felt his belt strike my already sore buttocks. I have to admit i yelled outloud and stood up with the shock. I was forced back down and received a good hard belting.

I spent the afternoon watching TV in a kneeling position as my bum was too sore to sit.

Mouth wash

2010-03-01T21:55:00.002Z

I was in the shower with Sir. That has to be one of my favourite places to be. Even though he uses it as a place of much humiliation and even though there is a particularly nasty pink bath brush just waiting for me to step out of line, the good bits out weigh the bad.

On this occasion I had been made to bend over and had been intimately washed and then made to orgasm multiple times against my will and was now leaning on the wall getting my self back together.

I commented that the shower gel smelt nice as i watched him washing himself.

"yes it does, on your knees now"

I was a bit taken aback as the mood had changed and i hastily dropped to my knees. At eye level was a very soapy cock. I looked up in desperation, hoping against hope that it was a coincidence.

"i promised you a mouth wash"

It was true, he had but to be honest i hadn't really expected him to do it. Its just not something that happens to me very often. But it was happening now as he forced his soapy cock into my mouth. making me take it all so my nose was pressing on his soapy skin. It was terrible and he made me do it over and over. Soaping up in between so i got the full benefits.

When i was finally allowed to stand up with a vile taste in my mouth i was ordered to turn round and bend over. For some reason i had forgotten the pink brush so it was a shock when it made contact with my bottom. Apparently good subs don't mouth disrespectful words as they are spitting out the soapyness.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I found this entry and thought it was nice to revisit

2010-02-25T13:30:00.003Z

Sunday, September 23, 2007

Mummy and Daddy

Miss likes to play with my head. She allowed me to get dressed to go shopping but then sent me a text to tell me to remove my bra and panties. Normally if i have to go bra less i make sure i am wearing something that conceals the fact but today i was wearing a thin yellow t shirt. I sat sulkily in the car and did as i was told. My thighs were still red from all the spanking that they had been getting so i didn't argue but i was definitely pouting.

I did my shopping, very conscious of my near nakedness and then instead of going back to the car, i was sent to find a pub.
"find a nice exposed seat, buy a drink and make sure you keep your nipples nice and erect"
I was mortified, i hate going into pubs on my own but i found myself sitting there with my Jack Daniel's and coke.
"are your nipples erect?"
I looked down and no they weren't so i was instructed to make them erect.
I tried to hide behind the menu but i was not having much luck and i crimsoned when i looked up and found a man staring at me from across the bar. The knowledge that he was watching me made my nipples perk up and i swear he was laughing at me as he turned back to his companion.

Back at home, i was once again told to get naked. Cleaning house in the nude is surprisingly erotic, especially when you keep getting instructions of what to do with parts of your body and cleaning implements. However i was getting cold so when i rang Sir i asked him if he would tell Miss to let me get warm. He was not happy with this as he saw it as me playing one against the other and that if Miss had said be naked then why was i even asking him.

Miss was also not amused so i found myself on my bed with a bottle of Vick, that was smeared on the butt plug, my vibrator, my clit and my nipples. I then had to lay there for 15 mins while i warmed up. i can tell you, that some bits were burning even while i was shivering.

When i was allowed to get up i was allowed to put my nightie on and i was left alone for the rest of the evening as Miss was busy. I asked Sir if she had mentioned if i was to be allowed to use the bed and was told to ask her. well i didn't want to ask her as that might place ideas into her head so i just went to bed as normal. I had been laying there for about half an hour chatting to Sir when i got a text telling me to get on the floor. He thought it was funny, i pouted.

At 6.30 am i was up and sending Sir an email when i got a text asking if i wanted to go back to bed. I said yes and was told that i had to ring Sir at 9am and ask him to listen while i spanked myself and then i would have to stand in the corner for half an hour. I went grumpily back to bed and was then phoned by Sir who thought it all seemed like an excellent idea. he teased me with some more sexy talk before letting me go back to sleep with my wet pussy.

9am and i am spanking my poor thighs which are now bruised and tender to touch. He decides to follow it up with a bit more pussy torment and i can feel myself about to cum.
"if you cum, you wont see me for a month". The words were like a cold shower for about 2 seconds before the urge was back but thankfully i managed to restrain myself.
I was ordered to the corner where i had to smear my chest with pussy juice so i could smell it while i knelt in the presenting position.

Sunday morning was one constant tease as i just wanted to cum so much but was never allowed. I tried the asking Sir to tell Miss to let me and was given the big lecture again of playing one off against the other.
"ring Miss and ask mummy if you can cum". I stared at the phone, surely he wasn't serious but as usual he was. The answer from Miss was to go and ask my daddy. I can not use that kind of language, it makes me squirm and go red so not surprisingly Sir made me call him daddy lots of times and the answer was still no.

My pouting and sulkiness during this exchange led me back to the corner. I knew they were playing with me and it bought out all the little girl in me that has never been there even when i was a child. Thirty long minutes later i was instructed to ask daddy if he wanted to listen to my next spanking or if he wanted mummy to do it. I had resolved while in the corner to not let myself get phased by this but i was still squirming as i asked the question.

Mummy was to do it and i was to be a good little girl and not make a fuss. The only highlight in the whole episode was that Sir mentioned that mummies get spanked too which i really liked the idea of, preferably bloody hard was what i was thinking.

Some time later, i was again chatting to Sir and he was telling me how Miss had cum twice so far and what he had said to her and done to her and like an idiot, i pouted. God knows how he can tell but he even knew that i had stamped my foot. I was sent to get the hairbrush which i am beginning to loath and my poor thighs were once again assaulted followed by yet more pussy torment along with nipple clamps for good measure. I was dispatched with the instruction to tell mummy what daddy had had to do to their naughty little girl.

So now i am determined that i am going to make it through the next6 hours without any further intervention from mummy, daddy or the hairbrush.

Goals for week ending 26th February 2010

2010-02-23T19:49:00.003Z

I have been getting slack with following my rules and I have been lazy so Sir has decided that i need more structure. I will have goals set for each week depending on how the previous week has been. I have written out the rules i can remember and the goals to start with with. I emailed them to Sir and he added the bit in red at the bottom

Rules

· I must not say “I don’t know”
· I must not say “nothing”
· I must not bottle feelings up inside, but must say what is bothering me
· I must be out of bed by 0710hrs on a weekday
· I must be in bed by 2230hrs on a weekday
· I must ask for permission to change these times at the weekend
· I must not say “whatever”
· I must not say “yeah”
· I must be respectful and use the word “Sir” where needed
· I must attend my slimming class every week
· I am not allowed to touch myself sexually or orgasm without permission
· I must do as I am told with out argument or discussion
· I am to say “thank you” when I have been punished
· I am to tell the truth even if it gets me into trouble
· I must only weigh myself once a day

Goals – week ending Friday 26th February

· I must take my tablets every day
· I must do 4 sessions of 10 mins of aerobic exercise
· I must lose 2 pounds
· I must sort out and tidy the hall and computer area
· I must wear my sleep mask for at least five hours every night
· I must moisturise my bottom every night
· I must do two pieces of admin each evening
· I must do my physio exercises twice a day
· I must do my arm exercises three times a week

Missing any of those will incur penalties, that will increase in stages of 6 every time they are broken, and you will keep an up to date diary for all of the above, which will be inspected at any time, and will be kept on your person all the time when you are out of your house.

A very sorry sub

2010-02-22T16:07:00.004Z

It was Sunday afternoon and i was awaiting my visit from Sir. I had been ill since Wednesday and this was my first day of feeling human. However i knew that Sir was not coming to make me feel better he was coming to administer a well deserved punishment.

http://katie-spankingandsubmission.blogspot.com/2010/02/yesterday.html

Sir rang me from his car and although i tried to keep the conversation up beat and away from controversy, i soon found my self being told off again about the follies of playing with cats when you are allergic AND are forbidden to touch them. I was told to pull my pants and tracksuit trousers down to just below my bottom and to keep them there until he arrived (about 90 mins). I was to occupy myself by writing 50 lines and by placing the required implements on a chair in the middle of the lounge. During the conversation, i also managed to say "i don't know" and "nothing" not to mention a "yeah". These are all forbidden but when i get flustered they tend to slip out so extra bits were added to what was to happen.

Sir arrived much too soon for my liking. I listened to him come up the stairs. he didn't even say hello, he just took my arm and led me into the lounge. There is something so childlike about being led to your punishment and i pulled back and tried to persuade him to have a drink or a sit down before anything happened. I may as well have stayed silent as he sat down paddle in hand and waited for me to bend over.

This paddle is a killer and done on a cold bottom it is even worse. There were no preliminaries just straight in with the spanking. It hurts so much i cant cry, damn i cant even breath it is just pure unadulterated pain and not the good kind. I tried to escape, i begged and i wriggled but it just carried on. At last i thought it was over as he let me stand up. But no, worse was to come.

"get the camera and set it on video so you can see what happens to naughty disobedient girls"

I just stood and stared at him. i had had my paddling, what was he on about

"NOW"

I quickly set up the camera and then started squeaking in a huge panic when he ordered me back over his knee.

"now we can do the proper spanking"

My bum was already burning but he just started from the beginning again, giving me another lecture and another hard paddling for the camera so i would have a permanent reminder. He must be very strong as believe me i have never moved so much in my life.

Eventually though it was over and i was kneeling on the floor feeling very sorry for myself with an ass that was throbbing and burning.

He stood before me and I knew what was coming. I opened my mouth to take his cock and to ask his forgiveness in the time honoured manner. He set the video to record my efforts as he held my head and fucked my mouth hard.

It was then time for a cup of tea but before i could go and make it, he spotted a belt of his that i had borrowed and thought it would be good if i bent over the table and had a few strokes with this to help me on my way. He covered from the top of my bottom right down to my thighs and i was limping when i went to the kitchen to make the tea.

I didnt get my caning untill much later, after we had been out for a meal. But when it came, it was so painful. On top of the paddling, even with my jeans on I was like a jack in the box, he says he does not do it harder when i am wearing jeans but i am convinced he does. he has offered to demonstrtae the difference but I am not keen to try.

Yesterday

2010-02-20T11:24:00.002Z

Yesterday was a shit day. I was still suffering from my stomach bug and felt like a big pile of poo and then i broke my glasses. As i am blind as a bat without them and as i was staying away this was a huge problem. Suffice it to say that by using taxis, buses, public toilets and layng down whenever possible i ended up in the evening with a pair of glasses ordered and a pair of contact lenses in sitting on the settee feeling worn out and run down.

My daughter rang and while i was sitting muttering to her, the cat jumped up on my knee for some attention. What is the problem, i hear you ask? Well i am allergic to my parents cats so i am forbidden by Sir to touch them.

After speaking to my daughter, i moved away from the cat, barely having registered that she had been near me as my mind was addled. Be fore long my eyes started to itch and that was when i realised what i had done. I spoke to Sir and luckily he didn't ask how my eyes were so i tried to keep my sniffles at bay and didn't mention them either. he said goodbye and i breathed a huge sigh of relief.

Seconds later his ring tone rang out and i jumped a mile. "how are your eyes, why didn't you mention them?

From my lack of reply he knew instantly that something was wrong and he dragged the truth out of me. There was a long silence when i had muttered my confession

"you are going to get such a paddling as you have ever had on Sunday. There will be no red cheeks, just white ones. I am going to give you a damn good hiding"

My voice was small and barely audible as i answered "yes Sir"

"and you are going to get the tawse on your hands to make you think about what they are doing"

My voice came back for a moment as i begged him not to do that. It was a waste of time as usual.

So i went home to bed feeling very sorry for myself. Not only did i still feel ill but now i had earned myself his displeasure and a punishment. (And i haven't had an orgasm for 4 days and there isn't one in sight)

valentines weekend - two canings

2010-02-19T16:26:00.003Z

I have to be honest I am not a big fan of bondage. I like to be restrained while being played with or fucked but for any other reason, i am not a big fan. I get bored if left for a while and if it is for punishment then i just don't like it hence why it is punishment. So when i asked Sir to be caned while bound to the table, it was simply because i didn't think he was actually listening to me as he was busy. I should have known better.

So here i was moving the table into a good position so he could get a decent swing. He said i could keep my jeans on as if he was giving me a present. It doesn't hurt any less through clothes in my experience and also he does it harder so there is absolutely no benefit.

He fastened my wrist cuffs to the table legs but decided to leave my feet free. Could be a mistake as i kicked like a bloody mule as the cane landed. The difference between being bound and being loose is that when free you can control the speed of the caning to some small extent by moving (if you dare). When tied down, you simply have to take whatever comes. In this case about 60 strokes came and went. Sometimes slow, sometimes fast but always very painful and i was screeching by the time it was over.

Sir likes caning me on my jeans as he likes to see the marks on the fabric.

After the caning we went out for the day. Always uncomfy in a car with stripes like these but especially so when he drives at speed over speed bumps.

When we got back, i had to pee in the bath (see a previous post) and then i put my pyjamas on. I like wearing nighties and pyjamas when with Sir as it makes me feel very little girly. However this time he wanted to see if they showed cane lines like the jeans do. I was not tied this time and there only 12 but on top of what i had already had that morning it was very sore.

VD weekend - the second humiliation

2010-02-16T19:08:00.002Z

Sir was in the shower behind the curtain so i nipped in to have a quick wee. He found this funny as in the past i would have held it in till i could have the bathroom to myself. Several times he has made me use the toilet in front of him, or wet myself while on the phone to him, or wee in the outdoors in front of him as he trained my resistance out of me. He must have felt very proud that i felt able to use the toilet with him only a few feet away.

As usual though, he wants to take things a step a further so he decreed that when we got back from our road trip, i wouldn't be allowed to use the toilet but would have to stand in the bath and do it in front of him.

I had several hours to contemplate this as we were out for a long time however eventually we were back home and i really needed the loo. It had been a long time since he said what was to happen so i was very very very tempted to just go and hope that he had forgotten. But i still had painful cane marks on my bum so didn't want to risk any more.

He followed me into the bathroom and watched while i removed my jeans and panties and stepped into the bath. I was desperate but i just couldn't go. He leaned on the wall and motioned to me to get on with it. I stood there with a deep red face and forced myself to relax and to urinate. It was hot on my legs as it gushed out. Once it had started it seemed like it was never going to stop. I was standing in a yellow pool and once again i nearly died when he sniffed. I don't think i will ever get accustomed to him sniffing.

So he takes the shower attachment and says he needs to wash his smelly little girl and my face goes even redder. He washes every last bit of my pussy and my arse and then starts to play with me as the water rushes down me. Not again i think as he makes me play with my breasts while he stimulates me to another massive humiliating orgasm.

VD weekend - the humiliation

2010-02-16T18:49:00.002Z

Having had a couple of hard spankings, i was allowed to sit on the chair and watch TV. I love NCIS and we were just getting into an episode we hadnt seen before when i was commanded to strip naked and kneel in front of him. At this point i always get nervous. Does he want me facing him which is good because i get to hug or pleasure him. A good outcome. Or does he mean face away from him which means he wants to examine my girly bits. A bad outcome.

This was a face away time so i found myself kneeling with my ass in the air and my face in the carpet. I hate this at the best of times but today was even worse as i had a tampax in. I begged to be allowed to take it out and to go and wash so he would have a lovely fresh sub to torment but he rather liked having a sub so embarressed that she was nearly in tears.

I knew that i was clean, the tampax was mearly a precaution as i had been wearing white leggings but i was still cringing. I could feel him pulling my labia apart and horror of horrors i could feel him touching the string. I was dry sobbing into the carpet as he desribed what he could see. Then he sniffed..... and i just broke down. the thought of him being able to smell me always makes me curl up and want to die.

So there i am sobbing into the carpet when i feel his fingers on my clit. I freeze. Surely he doesn't want me to cum when i feel so humiliated. Yes he does, he wants it and he expects it.

I try to resist, to keep some dignity but his finger is insistent. I feel his other hand pressing onto my anus and before long a finger starts to push into me. I am so humiliated at my position yet the finger on my clit is still there and the finger in my arse is getting deeper.

I start to fuck back onto him and i can feel him smiling as the animal in me takes over and i fuck and fuck until i cum loudly and unreservedly

Instantly it is over, i want to cry again. I am so ashamed at my desperate need to fuck his fingers till i orgasm. I see him smiling as i sidle away to get cleaned up. He knows that i am his to control and he knows that i love it

Valentines weekend part 3

2010-02-15T19:10:00.002Z

I had barely finished my dinner and cleared away the plates when i was ordered to strip naked and go and put the coat on that i had argued about so much earlier. He was not pleased as he said it was much longer than I had described and what an earth had i been such a baby about.
He made me set up the video camera before calling me across his knee. I thought he was just going to use his hand so it was a very nasty shock when i felt the heavy clothes brush explode on my already sore bottom. I hate it when he produces an implement like that and i especially hate it when he holds my hand while he spanks me. The spanking only lasted a minute but watching the video i cant even count the number of strokes as they were so fast.

Valentines weekend part 2

2010-02-15T13:55:00.003Z

So he arrives, he gives me a quick hug, looks round the place and tells me to fetch a strap from the cupboard. So much for my list, so much for having a chat and a meal. Within 5 minutes I am over his knee with the strap biting into my bare bottom. The first spanking of the weekend is always hard to cope with and when he starts with no warm up it is especially so.

There were probably 50 or so and i was wriggling like an eel before i was told to get up. I breathed a sigh of relief, that it was over. But then he told me to bend over the chair so he could get a different angle. He could also get a lot more oomph in the stroke and i was pretty soon jumping about. After another million or so strokes i was allowed to get dressed and go and fetch the food.

I limped into the kitchen. Does anyone else limp when they have had a hard spanking??. When i came back with dinner, i was not allowed to sit on a soft chair but had to sit on the coffee table. It was going to be a hard weekend. One down, loads to go!!!

Valentine weekend - part 1

2010-02-14T21:12:00.003Z

Sir was coming to stay with me again this weekend. This always sends me into a panic, to make sure everything is clean and tidy and that i have everything he might need. I much prefer to go to his house as it is so much less stressful.

The drive to see me takes a couple of hours during which Sir always manages to think of new things to torment me with. I should be grateful that i have a Sir who spends so much time thinking about me but believe me it is a double edged sword.

This time i am told to dress in my tight white leggings and a small vest top. I am to insert my butt plug and write out all the punishments that I am owed in the order that i wish to receive them. because i argued that i didn't actually want them in any order, i was told to put the nipple clamps on for ten minutes.

I have a very bad memory and as i don't keep a journal anymore, i had to trawl through texts, emails, twitter and blogs to find out what was in store. The list scared the pants of me.

spatula spanking on the top of my thighs for being a cheeky little shit
A caning with regards my weight loss (unable to remember the number of strokes)
12 strokes of the cane for each time i have argued (3 on his drive to me)
Leather strap for missing diet class (number not specified)
Clothes brush spanking for exaggerating how short my coat was
Spanking for saying "i don't know" twice on his his journey to me
24 spanks on the front and back of each thigh for being a little shit
Pussy spanking with leather strap and red strap
All over body whipping fr arguing
To be tied to the table for a caning (because i asked for it)

Not a good feeling as I waited for him to arrive. I could feel the nerves building as i tried to concentrate on cooking a meal for us. Eventually he walked in the door. The waiting was over!!!!

Submission

2010-02-10T20:24:00.003Z

I had just been to diet class and was sitting in my car outside the shop telling Sir about how I had done. He was pleased with me and that made me feel good. I told him how i weigh myself every time that I go into the bathroom and he was less pleased. He decreed that i would only be allowed to weigh myself once a day and that any further trips on the the scale would result in 12 strokes of the cane, in a bound position. I said "yes Sir" but I know it is going to be very hard as it is so ingrained in me. I would get double if i lied about it.

But worse was to come. He decided that i should strip naked in the car and put my coat on over my naked body to go into the shop. I have never been so terrified in my life. I had no idea how long my coat was but i was pretty sure it was not long enough to cover my decency. Especially as it was snowing, how could i possibly walk round half naked. I begged, I pleaded, I nearly cried, I hyperventilated. My god, i can not describe how i felt. I tried to bargain, I even said that I would take 50 strokes of the red strap on my pussy.

I have never argued so hard in my life but the only thing that changed was that i was allowed to keep my skirt on to go into the shop. Then i was to drive home. Park the car and go for a ten minute walk to my local shop with just my coat on. I was to take a video and pictures to prove that i had done it.

I would have been pleased with this tiny weeny concession to my begging but the consequence is that I am going to be whipped at the weekend, front and back for my arguing. I hate being whipped more than anything in the world but i would have taken two whippings if it meant that i didn't have to go outside so undressed.

So anyway, i removed my skirt off and set off. It was still snowing and i was ultra conscious of my bare legs. I stopped by a street light and undid the first two buttons so i could take a photo of my bare breasts. Big snag ---- there was not enough light, even on night mode. My son has a phone with a flash but mine is not that advanced. I tried a video but with no luck either. I nearly burst into tears. I was freezing cold, feeling very exposed and now i couldn't even prove that i had completed my task.

I went home and rang him from the warmth (and quiet) of the flat. He seemed pleased with me and could obviously tell from my pathetic whining that i had done as i was told. I was rewarded by being sent to stand with my legs apart in the living room. I was told to feel if my pussy was wet. Of course it was. The more humiliation, the wetter it gets. I swear it is not connected to me at all. I was told that i had three minutes to cum.

My fingers were cold and my pussy was cold but with the help of a sexy story told by Sir, i had my orgasm in less than three minutes.

Later i got a text "good girl". It made it all worthwhile.

How hard is hard??

2010-02-09T19:33:00.002Z

How does a Dom know when a sub has had enough. How do they know when to push the limits. How do they know when to punish past tears and how do they know when to stop and cuddle.

As a sub myself, this has fascinated me ever since I met my current Dom. I have been spanked and dominated by lots of men over the past umpteen year but I have only truly submitted to two. One was the first guy who ever spanked me (twenty years ago) and the second was Sir.

So why do i class those two people as being able to make me truly submit. Well it is because i have no say in the matter. Conventional wisdom talks about safe ,sane and consensual. With these two the only consent is walking in the door and not leaving. With Sir, I have no choice and that's what i need. I have had long debates and arguments even with others about needing to retain control over the situation but i don't want that. If I had that then i would not be submitting. I like the fact that he doesn't stop when i consider that i have had enough. he will do it till he is ready to stop.

I can only remember one occasion when he stopped before he had finished and for some reason that day, the cane was just hurting so much i could not keep still and it was not safe to continue. Normally his voice is enough to make me stay still so he obviously realised something was up. Still have no idea what it was that day to make it so bad as i have had much more severe canings. However the fact that he did, made me so submissive, more than any amount of canings would do.

Orgasms - again

2010-02-03T12:46:00.002Z

I put on my new red basque and matching thong. Stroked my freshly smooth pussy and got ready to go. The drive took 45 minutes. I spent most of it talking to my daughter but my mind kept wandering to my pussy. I wanted an orgasm so much. Left to myself, i would probably cum several times a day but as i have to ask to cum, it is nowhere near as much as that. Keeps me gagging for it so i don't argue (too much).

Skip forward and i am laying on the bed having been spanked hard with the nasty paddle and fucked while kneeling on the hotel chair. I have had a couple of small orgasms while kneeling so my pussy is just dying for a big one.

My legs are held open and so are my pussy lips. I feel his tongue touch me and i feel a shiver go through my body. I adore this position. Held down so I cant move with my bottom burning from the spanking as he delicately plays with my clit.

His tongue becomes more insistent as i become more and more aroused. i am desperate to cum, it is just about to happen when he stops and starts sucking round my clit instead. I beg and beg "please,please, please" but he just continues to torment me. In the past i have been sulky at this point and he has stopped altogether and disciplined my backside for being sulky but i was too desperate to be naughty and i just begged some more.

Eventually he stopped teasing me and returned to doing what he knows throws me over the edge. It didn't take many seconds before i exploded into orgasm. It was a big intense one so i wanted him to stop touching me instantly. No such luck and i could hear him laughing as he carried on while fighting to hold me down. I was back to begging "please,please,please". Amazing how the same word can mean mean "yes more" and "no stop".

I think he stopped more from amusement than from sympathy but i didn't care. I had had the most amazing orgasm and i thanked him very nicely

10 implements

2010-02-01T22:10:00.003Z

I had a naive idea that my pussy spanking on Saturday night was my punishment over and done with for my sins. I should have known better. Before we went to bed i was told that in the morning, i was to choose 10 implements from the cupboard and lay them out on the table. I was to dress in very tight shorts and a little top and i was going to get 12 with each implement.

In the morning i tried to forget these instructions and tried to distract him with a cooked breakfast. It didn't work and half way through my cooking i was ordered to carry out my instructions. I stood forlornly in front of the cupboard trying to choose 10 items. I tried to pick a mix of easier ones and harder ones as i knew if i took all easy ones he would either do more strokes or order me to get more implements. I took them to the table where i found that he had already placed an evil shoe horn. I placed my items next to it, making 11 in all.

My shorts were very tight as i waited for him to start. he made me choose the items in the order that i wanted them. Have you ever tried that?? Do you go for the worse first or last. Sometimes i was over his knee, others i was bending over the chair. I had to count myself and after 5 implements i had had enough. I begged to be able to finish after breakfast but to no avail.

My bottom was throbbing and my head was spinning as i knew that i was leaving the worse strap and the dragon cane till last. I wanted them over but actually handing them to him was so hard. The cane was last and he made sure that i remembered just why i was being punished as i was lectured while he caned right from the top of my bottom to the top of my thighs.

When it was over i had my bottom photographed and was then sent to finish breakfast. I would have preferred to eat standing up but that is never an option.

Thank you Sir for being so good to me.

Pussy punishment

2010-02-01T13:17:00.002Z

I spent all day Saturday wondering when Sir was going to arrive and wondering if would punish me when he did arrive or if i would have to wait even longer. It is a terrible thing when you know you deserve punishment. It is quite different to being spanked.

I eventually got a phone call at quarter past seven telling me to have some food ready for eight pm. I was all of a rush, even though i had been preparing for days. He still beat me home as the takeaway was slow. The meal was lovely and as usual i got a huge thrill from sitting next to him, even if my bottom was twitching in anticipation.

I had put my "i need a spanking" T shirt with my white leggings on the table, in case he wanted me to wear them for my punishment.

However much to my surprise, he was happy for me to stay in my tracksuit while we watched a film.

perhaps i was getting too comfy because he made me take off my trousers and kneel in front of him with my head on the floor and my ass spread so he could examine it in detail. I hate this position as it is completely exposed. he pulls my lips apart, pushes his fingers in my arse and pussy and generally has a good poke around while i squirm with embarrassment. If he starts sniffing and saying he can smell pussy then i literally want to die.

After i was sufficiently humiliated he started spanking my pussy, gently at first so i initially thought he wanted me to cum. I can cum just by having my pussy gently spanked if i am turned on enough and the humiliation usually does the job. However the spanking got harder and it was increasingly hard to keep still. He was very insistent and it gradually dawned on me that this was no orgasm spanking, this was a punishment. It was confirmed when he said he was going to give me 20 more and i was to keep still or we would start again.

I started to panic at this point as when he starts counting the spanks get harder. I was right, the 20 counted spanks were ten times harder and they were accompanied by a lecture on being a good sub and only cumming with permission and not hiding the truth. I was squirming and moving all over the place but he kept me pinned down until he was finished.

He then said that if i disobeyed on this matter again, i would get double and they would be harder. he said he would demonstrate how much harder so i would know. I begged him not to show me, that i could imagine but he was insistent and delivered one almighty wallop to my already tender pussy. I am NEVER cumming without permission again Sir

Orgasm part 2

2010-01-29T21:40:00.003Z

Well i now consider myself to be a good girl. I have just spent 12 minutes listening to the most amazing story involving the women from NCIS while kneeling on my bed with the vibrator buzzing in my pussy and i didn't cum. It was so hard as the story was awesome but i managed to wait until i was finally given permission. It probably had a lot to do with knowing that i am going to have to kneel on my coffee table very soon to receive a spanking from every implement in my cupboard.

Orgasms

2010-01-29T15:39:00.002Z

I love orgasms but every now and then, one will get me into trouble. I had been ordered to put my little vibrator into my pussy but i was forbidden to cum. It was turned on full blast (new battery). I was told that i could cum in ten minutes. The snag was that Sir decided to stay on the phone and tell me one of his amazing stories. Ten minutes is a long time with your pussy pulsating as you hear erotic tales of the Williams sisters doing depraved things to your pussy.

I tried to hold on, i really did but having Serena's tongue in my arse sent me over the edge. I managed to hide it as i had been promised 24 strokes with the bath brush if i orgasmed without permission.

When the ten minutes were up, i was allowed to climax which i did again gratefully. (His stories are awesome) but then when i had put the phone down, i felt so guilty.

I lived with my guilt for about 18 hours before i eventually sent him a text asking for the 24 strokes as i was a naughty girl who had misbehaved. He rang me straight back and asked what I had done. I confessed but asked if i could have full marks for honesty. He said i could certainly have marks for honesty. 24 marks to be precise with the bath brush.

Not what I had in mind but I felt better, even though i know my bottom will be sore it is better than having a guilty conscience

New start

2010-01-28T14:47:00.001Z

I have not written anything on here for ages and ages. Thought i might start writing about some of the things that i remember fondly.

Lets play a game

2008-01-31T20:21:00.000Z

Saturday evening and Sir is in a playful mood. He wants to play with my new piano stool which he very kindlt fetched for me after a screwed up on ebay.

He sends me to fetch the implement bag and watches as i tip them out onto the sofa. There are seven items.

Dragon cane, red strap, bath brush, tawse, my collar, crap leather paddle and one other which i cant remember.

I am told to put my blindfold on and then he guides me over the stool. It is a very scary position as you simply cant move. The previous night i had had a punishment caning of 36 strokes in this position so i knew just how immobile i was going to be, even without the blindfold.

My car is gonna cost over a thousand pounds!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2008-01-23T21:59:00.000Z

Funny how the most innocent thing can earn me a spanking. I told Sir that my car was going to cost over a thousand pounds to get serviced. He asked where I was going to find that kind of money. I explained that my father was going to pay.

For some reason this reminded Sir that he thinks i am one spoilt child, that i never had any rules and that whatever i wanted i got or i threw a tantrum.

For some reason he seems determined to demonstrate that i am not allowed to be a spoilt child with him so i am going to get spanked because my father is paying for my car.

Hmph, i cant see the logic of that one and i tried to tell him....yes i did really.

he said "you will write in your journal that Sir is going to give the spoilt girl a hard bare bottom spanking with Sirs little brush"

This sparked off the imp in me as i had given him a tiny inch square brush for Christmas. I knew he was referring to the hairbrush he had bought me but i couldn't resist asking if he meant the clit brush.

He wasn't in a fun mood so he said to change it to a bath brush spanking on tiptoes with my hands on my head.

Note to self "you are getting too cheeky katie"

So anyway i let things move on and then told him that i had passed my probationary period at work and that they were going to take me on permanently. he asked if this meant more money. I said no, it just means i get paid when i am off sick.

Jees, the lecture i got about not being allowed to be off, and that i wasn't going to slide back into my old habits. I must have spent ten minutes saying yes sir and no sir. he finished it up by saying that if i took a day off i was to get a Dr's note to send to him (not work) and if he wasn't satisfied that i would get the biggest thrashing of my life with every implement we own until i couldn't sit down for a month.

isnt it wonderful to have a Dom who cares so much

Busy

2008-01-21T21:19:00.000Z

Life is so busy and i have so much to do, yet can not seem to do it. Start my new tablets tomorrow so will probably spend the next few weeks asleep.

33 pence

2008-01-17T20:56:00.000Z

I managed to earn more trouble today as i nearly ran out of credit again. In my defence, i still had 33 pence but according to Sir that counts as having none.

reward for my lack of organisation is 33 strokes with the bath brush.

reward for my whining "that's not fair Sir", it is now 33 on each cheek

being too clever

2008-01-16T18:41:00.000Z

Last night I lost three pounds and Sir was pleased with me. We were having a fun chat about how much i enjoy bedtime at his house, standing at the sink brushing my teeth next to him and cuddling up to him in his massive bed. I made the mistake of mentioning how much i like poking him in the back when he turns over to go to sleep when he has finished with me. Even a few months ago i was far too intimidated by him to actually poke him but now i like to see how far i can go as he is usually very tolerant of me when i have sexually satisfied him.

"Oh yes katie, i owe you a spanking for that don't I."

I tried to convince him that he didn't but he has a memory like an elephant

"ten spanks per poke wasn't it young lady"

I tried some more to convince him

"how many was it this time"

"eight Sir" I finally admitted

"very good, so you will put in your journal, 10 spanks with each of eight implements"

I wanted to mutter but i thought it wise to smile sweetly down the phone and say "yes Sir, thank you Sir"

For some reason this nearly upped the reward to 10 implements but some heavy duty grovelling came to my rescue.

So at lunchtime today, he asks me if i have written it in my journal. I hadn't! So it is going to be 10 with 10. All items of his choosing for some reason.

The next journal disaster came this evening. he said i should remind him that i don't like him examining my pussy. I said i might just forget to remind him of that. he said well write it in your journal then and it wont get forgotten.

I was feeling a bit smug so responded that was OK as he hadn't read my journal last time.

"very true" he says "because i was following my own agenda, so all punishments in the journal still stand for next time"

I was not able to smile sweetly at that piece of news as i have loads and loads outstanding and i had thought that the discipline i got at the weekend was a generalised punishment to cover all the entries. Apparently it wasn't and so next visit will be as sore as this one.

Shawshank Redemption

2008-01-14T21:54:00.000Z

A while ago, Sir decided that i needed educating!! We went through a list of the so called 100 best films of all time, and i had seen two of them. So now when i have some free time, he sets me a film to watch. The last one i saw was The Green Mile and i had to ring him several times in order to get through to the end as i was sobbing so much.

He then decided that Shawshank Redemption should be the next one. I resisted, and in fact have resisted for several weeks. I never watched TV or movies as a child. We didn't have a TV till i was 16 so i have never learnt how to watch emotional things. He obviously knew it was hard for me as he did not force the issue.

So you can imagine how i felt when he discovered it was on TV on Saturday night while i was with him. He supplied me with a box of tissues and a seat on the floor between his legs. The floor seemed very hard as i was very sore from my earlier spankings and canings etc but i manged not to wriggle too much.

Narration of any sort always gets to me and when Brookes kills himself and they read the letter out, i was in bits. Sir stopped the film and removed my blouse and bra. he made me put my hands on my head and then started playing very gently with my nipples. I could feel the tears on my face as i got increasingly turned on. I was held firm by his arms over mine and i was desperately trying to rub my legs together so i could orgasm. Held securely between his knees with him bending over me i was just so turned on. Then he stopped and told me to get dressed.

I am so ashamed to admit that i scrambled to my feet with the sulkiest face ever and whined "but i want to cum". I stamped to where he had thrown my clothes while glaring at him and trying to put my finger on my clit to get some releases.

He was furious. "go and get the clothes brush this instant"

Instantly i wished i could take it all back. "NOW" he snapped and i ran up the stairs to fetch the dreaded implement.

i walked very slowly across the living room to where he was sat. I so very rarely annoy him like this and i was so very scared at what was going to happen.

I was right to be scared as i was pulled over his knee and the brush started on my already bruised bottom. No warm up, no niceties just a very hard spanking and very stern lecture. the tears that had been for Brookes were now all for me as the spanking went on for ever.

Eventually i was set on my feet and told to get dressed. It was a very subdued katie who kept her eyes firmly on the floor as she made herself decent. I was just about to perch on the settee when he called me over to stand in front of him facing away from him.

"bend over". I obeyed of course but i was nervous of what he was going to do. he put his hand between my legs and without a word played with my clit till i came (in about 20 seconds lol). I was allowed to thank him on my knees in my favourite sub position before being ordered to the settee.

It is funny how that small act of kindness made me more determined to be good than any amount of spanking.

We watched to the end of the film and lots more tissues got used. When it was over he took me by the hand and said it was bed time. We washed and brushed our teeth and got into bed.

He positioned me on my back so one hand was under him and the other held by one of his, with his legs holding mine apart. he kissed me gently and said i deserved a nice cum. he played so gently with my clit while keeping me so helpless that i was in heaven. I made myself enjoy it for as long as i could before eventually i had to just cum. He held me close as my breathing calmed before grabbing my hair and forcing my head down under the covers. That is just why i love being with him so much, you never know what is coming next.

I love pleasuring him, especially as he likes to play gently with my arse hole while i do it. he says it keeps me focused. I stayed focused and enjoyed every last drop before i was allowed to crawl back next to him.

Tommorrow

2008-01-10T20:27:00.000Z

So I am off to see Sir tomorrow so there will be a break in my postings. I have so much i want to write about, to get off my chest about how i have been feeling with regards the whole Martha and Sir issue but things are so lovely at the moment that i dont know if i can bear to write them down.

He has been so much nicer to me, yet sterner than ever and i just love him so much, yet i am still deeply hurt by what has gone on. Oh well i may write it on a word document and keep it to myself.

So I am off to prepare for my training weekend and i hope i will be able to sit and write something on Sunday

Voice mails

2008-01-09T17:39:00.000Z

Wednesday morning

How many times have you been told not to ring back. i think 20 strokes of the cane might make it sink in

Tuesday evening

Isn't it amazing how a Master can not get hold of his sub. I think what we were talking about this morning about a training weekend is needed. You need to know that when your Master rings, you are available to talk to him. That he comes first over your friends.

I think he is serious about getting tough with me. I have been very careful today to be as angelic as possible.

Training weekend

2008-01-08T20:45:00.001Z

I was having a lovely chat with Sir this morning before work. We were talking about bondage and i said "it would be better if when you tied me to the table, you did ......"

The temperature in his voice dropped "I think it is time you remembered your station in life katie"

He went on to point out that i was there for him to do with as he pleased and that it was not my place to instruct him as to what i wanted.

As usual when told off, i went very quiet as i simply responded with yes Sir and no Sir at the required points.

"I think it is time that you had a severe reminder as to what your station is young lady. I think this weekend can be a training weekend. You will bring with you the martinet, the red strap, the bath brush , the tawse, the heavy cane and the nipple clamps."

I could hear myself whimpering as i laid them out ( i have to look at them each day to remind me what is coming). I can just about cope with everything except the martinet and the red strap. Even the thought of those two implements sends me into a panic.

As i am already promised a severe punishment for my disorganisation on Sunday, i can only hope and pray that he combines the two or there is not going to be much katie left.

A bedtime story

2008-01-08T17:04:00.000Z

Last night Sir told me a bedtime story. My task was to write it up today. I have added it to the story blog

http://spankingandsex-fictionbykatie.blogspot.com/2008/01/bedtime-story.html

Happier

2008-01-07T19:13:00.000Z

I am feeling happier at the moment - long may it last. I want to write about my first visit from sir, and my new year visit and the things that happened today. But i have no time at the moment but hopefully i will get to write something later

New Blog

2008-01-06T22:02:00.000Z

I have been sorting out my hard drive and i have found lots of stories that i have written over the past 19 months. I have decided to put them on a seperate blog that is open to anyone to read.

http://spankingandsex-fictionbykatie.blogspot.com/

The first phone call

2008-01-06T20:19:00.000Z

We had been emailing and texting for a short while when i got a text saying "call me". I was in my car in a new housing estate in the dark so i pulled into the side of the road and nervously dialled his number.

His voice had a strong Scottish accent and he was very firm. Right from the beginning, he insisted on addressing him as Sir. Despite having spent nine years in the army, i still found this hard and i was told off several times.

When he censured me, i felt a wriggle on my tummy and i had this overwhelming urge to please him. I managed to earn myself a "hard punishment spanking no safe word". This was worrying as i had not been spanked for ten years but instinctively i found myself knowing that he knew what he was doing.

The conversation moved on and he told me to take my panties off. I had never done stuff like that with anyone other than C, my first Master but it never occurred to me not to obey him. he directed me to touch myself and he told me my very first sexy story. I sat in my darkened car and had my very first directed orgasm on the end of a phone. I was not at all embarrassed while i was in the midst of it but when it was over i was bright red.

he was very nurturing and told me i had done well and that he was pleased with me. It gave me a real warm feeling and i knew that i was very keen to meet him in the flesh.

What a day

2008-01-05T20:51:00.000Z

I drove to Worcester today, a journey of about 70 miles. On the way there my petrol light started flashing. I pulled into a service station and discovered I had not got my bank card and that i had the vast sum of £4.00 in change. I put the tiny amount of petrol in my car and drove off.

I then discovered that i had no credit on my mobile phone, for texts or phone calls. Not a comfy feeling when heading into the countryside.

It got worse as i then ran out of petrol, in the middle of nowhere. So no money, no petrol, no phone, no bank card and a tinsy weeny bit lost as well.

I walked in the direction i thought i should go and pretty soon realised i was going the wrong way. I found a man in a car looking at a map and asked him for a lift to the road i wanted to go to. i think he was a bit taken aback at a city dressed woman accosting him in the country but he drove me to the end of the road.

I then had a two mile walk in court shoes down a muddy lane. Not the bestest day in the world.

Of course when i confessed all this to Sir, he was not at all happy so i think we will discussing my organisation in great detail, next time i see him.

The very beginning - first contact on a yahoo group

2008-01-05T20:21:00.000Z

20/03/2006

Me - Hi, I believe that i am required to introduce myself.. i am a 38 year old nurse who has gone for far too long without discipline. I hope that there are people around who will help me in my quest for good behaviour. Hope this is enough to start with but i am new to this and am not sure what to say or do. can any one help
Katie xxx

Sir –

Hello Nurse?
Welcome to this group, and I would be very willing to give you the discipline that you are seeking. I am sure that I am not the only one on here who would like to do the same.

angie

Nurse ?No think if you re read this you might find its nurse katie tut
angie x x x

me –

I quite like to be called nurse katie, it sounds kinda nice. I'm not always that nice though, sometimes I seem to act up just to get people cross. Is this weird or do I just need a firm hand. Not sure where i am going with this perhaps you can help angie

Sir -

Hello Nurse Katie

I am not sure if Angie can help you on the firm hand but I know I can.

Pissed off again

2008-01-02T20:40:00.000Z

I was going to finish my new years post as i was ultra happy but now i am back to being miserable again. It seems that i am not the centre of his universe. or even near to it. I am just second best cause the one he wants is unavailable.

A New Year

2008-01-01T20:11:00.000Z

Well, a new year has began so i am going to try and write something everyday in order to catch up on what has been happening in my life. I have been very, very depressed after finding out that Sir was seeing other women but now i seem to be coming out of it and i have found a way to reconcile my problems and move on.

Life will never be the same as what it was before that fateful day when i found the email in his bedside drawer but it changed things and over the past few months we have moved on and things are getting back to normal.

I am basically writing this account for my own benefit so i am putting a time line down the side so i can see if i am chronologically in order. If anyone else should happen to read it, then i will try and give clear markers as to what order things happened in so you don't get too lost.

Saturday 29th December 2007

I had a phone call in the evening from Sir asking what i was doing the following day. I said i had no plans so he decided that i should go and stay with him. This threw me into a panic, why did he want to see me, it was not my week for visiting, did he suspect i was up to something, did he plan to see someone else next week end, had he lined up the Domme woman for this weekend. I desperately wanted to ask but i knew it would make him angry and i could hear him saying "for gods sake, just accept things as they are and don't bloody think too hard about everything"

Sunday 30th December 2007

8am sees me in the car driving to Sir. I have no instructions of anything to take or anything to wear so I am wearing my favourite stockings and a new red lingerie set that i bought myself for Christmas. I have never worn stockings for Sir before but he seemed to like Martha wearing them so I had decided to chance it. The red panties that came with the set were horrible so i had been left with a dilemma. I didn't want to mix colours and i am not allowed to be pantiless unless ordered so it only left me with a red thong. I put it on nervously, wondering if he had forbidden them in the past or just expressed a dislike of them. All i knew for certain was that in 19 months, i had never worn one.

I felt sexy wearing the outfit and flirted with a lorry driver who admired my stockings. he asked me where i was going and what i was going to do. I told him i was going to get a spanking. His face was a picture as he said he would love to spank me with those stockings on. A big boost for my confidence as i got back in the car for the remaining drive.

Items to take with me part 2

2007-12-09T20:39:00.001Z

Items to take with me

2007-11-22T20:18:00.000Z

I have to take the following items

Vicks vapour rub

Toothpaste

Condoms (so the above items dont irritate Sir)

Candle

Bathbrush

Dragon cane

Martinet

Red Strap

Panties/gag

Blindfold

Tawse

Nipple clamps

Feelings (and being careful when you email)

2007-11-20T22:00:00.000Z

My email to Sir

Hi Sir

When i got home from work tonight, i was making my bed and i saw the bath brush sitting on my pillow and it made me thing about this weekend and what it means to me.

I don't like to express my feelings. I have found in the past that doing so does not help things, it tends to make them worse. It has always been better for me to be the person who keeps everything inside so as not to rock the boat. So over time i have learned to disguise how i am so that i please the other person by not being emotional.

With you, that doesn't work as you demand that i tell you how i am feeling. I find this so incredibly hard as i am always scared that if you know what i am feeling then you will walk away, thinking that i am too mental or too stupid to be bothered with.

As you can imagine this causes me a huge dilemma, tell you and risk you not wanting me, or not telling you and have it fester inside me until i cant keep it in any longer and then get the bath brush for my restraint.

As you are someone who just says exactly what you think, i know you don't really understand what the problem is. take the birthday card issue. I bought a blank card as i didn't feel able to buy one that expressed how i felt or even one that was funny. I wanted to buy one that said that i think you are the greatest thing since sliced bread but i was too scared too.

I have never felt like i do towards you with anyone i have ever known. I have this enormous love for you that i cant express as i know you don't like the sick bucket type stuff. You may need the bucket at this point as i sometimes take your shirt to bed with me so i can pretend that i am hugging up to you. I love doing vanilla stuff with you , in the knowledge that you can spank me anytime you want or just be dominant by making me wait for the toilet etc. Nothing major, just that knowledge that you can do anything you like, if you want to. I don't actually need for you to do it, just the knowledge that you can is enough.

So to my next visit. I really need to be punished. I don't want to be, i don't like the fact that i need to be but i need closure. It was the first time i had left your house with unfinished business (for a very good reason, i am not disputing that) and it has made me feel unsure of myself . the first couple of days were terrible until you stepped in and put me in the corner to reflect. The thing i most like about D/s and DD is that something happens, someone gets spanked and it is over. You could tap me on the bottom once and give me a hug and that would be enough. I just need to be with you and to feel that i know where the lines are and to try and convince myself that everything is OK.

I just feel like i need some time with you to just kneel and have my head tucked under your arm and to feel safe like i do in that position.

So now you know the true innermost thoughts of Katie and i am crying as i type this as i am worried how you will react but the time has come to get a grip and stop hiding behind the facade.

katie xxx

Sir's email to me

katie

Yes I do understand some of how you feel and I suppose it is very different to the way you have been brought up, but some things had to change and you have changed for the better, and I am sure that you would agree to that.

But it is not only me that made you change if you had not wanted to change then it would not have happened, so you see you are the one that has been good enough to accept that you needed discipline in your life and you know that you will get it from me,

also on your next visit I can assure you that you are going to be punished and it is not before time, it has been a long wait for you and I am sorry that it did not happen last time you were her, but that is life it does not work out the way you want to at times.

As to how you feel about the situation that is good, I do not mind that what so ever,

I do want you to talk about how you feel as soon as you have some thing to say and not to bottle it up, it is bad for you and you know it is even although it is hard for you to do it, you feel much better after your punishment and you know that is true, so get it out in the open I cannot deal with somethings that I do not know about.

Sir

My subs email to me, that went to Sir by accident

First of all I am very proud of you for finally telling him everything. I know how hard that was for you Katie!! You really put your self out on that limb!!

BRAVO BRAVO!! *reaches out and gives you a big bear hug and wipes away your tears*

As for Sir he could stand to put himself out on the limb also. He was supportive in some ways but did not explore his feelings even though he is on you for the same thing! So he should get a few whacks with the brush in mho!!

PROUD KATIE!!

cj xxxx

Sir's email to my sub

CJ

I am sure I can save some for you.

Sir XXXXXXXX

My subs email to Sir

*gulps and clears throat and thinks about how she can THANK Miss for forwarding this message to Sir*

Yes Sir,

I am sure you are more than capable of saving a lot for me, however honestly I am sure I would not want to disappoint Miss and her not get all that she needs Sir.

*looks up slightly to see if Sir is satisfied*

cj xxx

p.s. btw Sir I still respectfully stand by what I said you should also put yourself out on the limb Sir.

*cj decides best time to exit and run like hell* * Now where is Miss????*

My third visit to Sir

2007-10-03T20:32:00.001Z

A place to put my memories

2007-10-03T20:21:00.000Z

I have been thinking about putting all my stories, my powerpoint presentations and photos in one place so i don't lose them if the computer crashes. I am getting an external disc drive and i thought i could put them all on the blog as well so i have another back up. So hopefully over the next few weeks, i should put lots of stuff on here. It is partly because i still feel too depressed to write anything fun about my current life but hopefully the miracle pills and a stern caning from Sir will work the oracle and i will get back to "normal".

I am hoping to get back to reading my favourite blogs on a regular basis as well as i miss you all but somehow cant summon the energy to click on the link. jees i hope these really are miracle pills.

Mummy and Daddy

2007-09-23T14:59:00.000Z

Miss likes to play with my head. She allowed me to get dressed to go shopping but then sent me a text to tell me to remove my bra and panties. Normally if i have to go bra less i make sure i am wearing something that conceals the fact but today i was wearing a thin yellow t shirt. I sat sulkily in the car and did as i was told. My thighs were still red from all the spanking that they had been getting so i didn't argue but i was definitely pouting.

I did my shopping, very conscious of my near nakedness and then instead of going back to the car, i was sent to find a pub.

"find a nice exposed seat, buy a drink and make sure you keep your nipples nice and erect"

I was mortified, i hate going into pubs on my own but i found myself sitting there with my Jack Daniel's and coke.

"are your nipples erect?"

I looked down and no they weren't so i was instructed to make them erect.

I tried to hide behind the menu but i was not having much luck and i crimsoned when i looked up and found a man staring at me from across the bar. The knowledge that he was watching me made my nipples perk up and i swear he was laughing at me as he turned back to his companion.

Back at home, i was once again told to get naked. Cleaning house in the nude is surprisingly erotic, especially when you keep getting instructions of what to do with parts of your body and cleaning implements. However i was getting cold so when i rang Sir i asked him if he would tell Miss to let me get warm. He was not happy with this as he saw it as me playing one against the other and that if Miss had said be naked then why was i even asking him.

Miss was also not amused so i found myself on my bed with a bottle of Vick, that was smeared on the butt plug, my vibrator, my clit and my nipples. I then had to lay there for 15 mins while i warmed up. i can tell you, that some bits were burning even while i was shivering.

When i was allowed to get up i was allowed to put my nightie on and i was left alone for the rest of the evening as Miss was busy. I asked Sir if she had mentioned if i was to be allowed to use the bed and was told to ask her. well i didn't want to ask her as that might place ideas into her head so i just went to bed as normal. I had been laying there for about half an hour chatting to Sir when i got a text telling me to get on the floor. He thought it was funny, i pouted.

At 6.30 am i was up and sending Sir an email when i got a text asking if i wanted to go back to bed. I said yes and was told that i had to ring Sir at 9am and ask him to listen while i spanked myself and then i would have to stand in the corner for half an hour. I went grumpily back to bed and was then phoned by Sir who thought it all seemed like an excellent idea. he teased me with some more sexy talk before letting me go back to sleep with my wet pussy.

9am and i am spanking my poor thighs which are now bruised and tender to touch. He decides to follow it up with a bit more pussy torment and i can feel myself about to cum.

"if you cum, you wont see me for a month". The words were like a cold shower for about 2 seconds before the urge was back but thankfully i managed to restrain myself.

I was ordered to the corner where i had to smear my chest with pussy juice so i could smell it while i knelt in the presenting position.

Sunday morning was one constant tease as i just wanted to cum so much but was never allowed. I tried the asking Sir to tell Miss to let me and was given the big lecture again of playing one off against the other.

"ring Miss and ask mummy if you can cum". I stared at the phone, surely he wasn't serious but as usual he was. The answer from Miss was to go and ask my daddy. I can not use that kind of language, it makes me squirm and go red so not surprisingly Sir made me call him daddy lots of times and the answer was still no.

My pouting and sulkiness during this exchange led me back to the corner. I knew they were playing with me and it bought out all the little girl in me that has never been there even when i was a child. Thirty long minutes later i was instructed to ask daddy if he wanted to listen to my next spanking or if he wanted mummy to do it. I had resolved while in the corner to not let myself get phased by this but i was still squirming as i asked the question.

Mummy was to do it and i was to be a good little girl and not make a fuss. The only highlight in the whole episode was that Sir mentioned that mummies get spanked too which i really liked the idea of, preferably bloody hard was what i was thinking.

Some time later, i was again chatting to Sir and he was telling me how Miss had cum twice so far and what he had said to her and done to her and like an idiot, i pouted. God knows how he can tell but he even knew that i had stamped my foot. I was sent to get the hairbrush which i am beginning to loath and my poor thighs were once again assaulted followed by yet more pussy torment along with nipple clamps for good measure. I was dispatched with the instruction to tell mummy what daddy had had to do to their naughty little girl.

So now i am determined that i am going to make it through the next6 hours without any further intervention from mummy, daddy or the hairbrush.

On display

2007-09-22T14:57:00.000Z

Last visit to Sir, we were sitting in the garden at his picnic bench. The sun was shining, he was doing a crossword and i was reading the paper. We were drinking orange and lemonade and everything was lovely. The atmosphere must have gone to my head as I was getting quite cheeky and eventually i went to far.

"give me your drink". The words were innocent enough but the tone was menacing. I handed it over with a sense of dread.

"stand up and bend over the table". Easy enough to say but with a fixed seat, it is hard to get the angle right as your legs are pinned in the space.

Eventually i was in a position to suit him. At this stage i wasn't too bothered apart from the discomfort but then i felt him lift my skirt and place his hands on my panties. I struggled to stand up but he forced me down

"keep still and spread your legs". I buried my head in my arms as i felt the air on my naked bum. I couldn't believe he was doing this to me. His garden is overlooked on all sides and god knows how any people could see me.

"now keep quiet and let me have some peace". He returned to his crossword and left me exposed next to him as if it were perfectly normal. I think i must have been whimpering because his hand cracked on my bottom.

"i told you to be quiet".

This time i was quiet but my face was burning with shame as i tried to pretend that i was anywhere but over that picnic table. It seemed like forever as i waited for some neighbour to make some comment but eventually i heard him stand up. I was filled with a new dread, surely he wasn't going to leave me there.

"are you embarrassed?". I answered that yes i was very embarrassed.

"would you like me to fuck you here, out in the garden". As he spoke, i could feel his hands exploring my pussy and despite myself, i could feel myself pushing back for more. He laughed at my bodies betrayal and gave me another hard spank.

"get in the house, my little slut and kneel on the coffee table".

I extracted myself and ran inside as best i could with my panties round my ankles and knelt and waited for him. The house seemed really gloomy after the bright sunshine but i was just glad to be in private again. I felt him lean past me and pick something up but i couldn't remember what was there.

A sudden pain in my bottom reminded me as he started spanking me with my hairbrush. I forced myself to remain in the presenting position, not an easy feat on a slippery wooden table when a brush is blistering your behind. He lectured me while he spanked about not being a cheeky little shit. I must have made the right responses as i felt his cock nuzzling at my pussy.

Again i pushed back and i heard him laugh as he pushed into me. This was no gentle fuck and i had to cling to that table for dear life as he pounded into me, using me for his pleasure. He came into my pussy, gave me a final smack and told me to go get cleaned up. It would have been nice to cum too but a girl can't have everything.

BIG trouble

2007-09-21T20:09:00.000Z

Sir has been on holiday again and Miss has been looking after me for some of the time. I managed to stay pretty much in her good books and was looking forward to Sir returning without any bad reports. But i had not counted on my own talent for self destruction.

i do not want to discuss what i did, suffice it to say it comes under the heading of "direct disobedience" and as you can imagine Sir is not happy. My initial punishment consisted of me having to self spank each cheek of my bottom 60 times with my wooden hairbrush and the front of each thigh 10 times with the same brush while he listened. I was then told that i was to repeat this at 6pm and again at bedtime.

I then had to endure a "yes Sir", "no Sir" lecture while he told me what he thought of my behaviour before writing in my journal the punishment i am to receive at my next visit.

36 strokes of the cane to my bottom

6 strokes of the cane to the front of my thigh and 6 to the back of my thigh.

24 strokes of the martinet to my back and bottom.

I was nearly in tears at this point as i hate it when he says i am disobedient and uses the martinet and i just know i am going to be crying when he does it and that makes me want to cry at the thought of it.

During the day, he asked Miss to add her own punishment as well so i had to do the 6pm spanking with her listening and the big butt plug in and i have to have it in for the bedtime one where i expect Sir will be listening. Miss also said the 6pm one wasn't hard enough so I had to do it again. I have bruises on my thighs as i mark so easily there.

I am to sleep on the floor tonight with my collar attached to the bed and if i need a pee i am to use the potty. All in all i think i may have crossed a line that i didn't want to cross.

Update on Saturday morning

Had an awful nights sleep and was glad to get up at 6.30 am. had to do more self spanking on front and inside my thighs so i have bright red marks. Also had to use the strap on my pussy till i was almost in tears and then i was allowed to play but not to cum.

I have been given to Miss for the weekend and i am writing this in just my collar as she doesn't think i deserve clothes.

sorry

2007-09-21T17:17:00.000Z

I am sorry for worrying some of you by disappearing without any word. When i said that the man was not on the Christmas card list, it was a bit of a misleading comment. It was more that he WAS on the list and i didn't like the idea of him knowing my innermost thoughts. I write as a form of therapy and it was like he was sitting in my one to one session with a therapist. It made me feel very exposed and vulnerable.

Added to that, that i was doubting my relationship and if i really wanted to continue without major changes, oh and just to add a bit more, i had a row with my son and he has moved out.

All three things in one weekend and it kinda threw me, to the extent that i couldn't even bear to sit at the computer for more than a couple of minutes at a time.

So this weekend, i am going to make an effort to get back to normality and to see what is going on in the lives of you all.

love katie xxxx

Privacy

2007-09-09T12:07:00.000Z

It is with reluctance that i have had to make this blog for invited readers only. Sir likes his privacy but he was pleased with how my blog was helping me express my emotions. However i got an email today from someone who is not on the christmas card list saying how he had read the blog. So I have made it for invited readers only and i am inviting everyone who has left a comment in the past.

It is not really that much of a hardship as i really write for my benefit (and for meg xxx) and keeping Sir happy is far more important than the thrill of knowing that people are reading about my life.

So to anyone who has accepted the invitation, welcome and enjoy xxxxxxx

Potty training

2007-09-06T07:11:00.000Z

I need to finish off about the jealosy post and the consequences but this has taken over my mind.

A few week s ago i was joking to sir that every time i went to the toilet at his house, something exciting happened in the sport we were watching. I said that i needed a potty so i wouldn't miss bits.

I was joking, but he thought it was an excellent idea.

It has been mentioned a few times since with each time it being lighthearted and teasing so i thought that it was going to be OK and that it was just a big wind up.

This morning though, i mentioned that i had got up at 2am to go to the toilet and he homed in on the fact that i was still peeing loads all night. He has therefore decided that as my body obviously needs to pee in the night that i am allowed to do it, BUT i have to use a potty by the bed.

Further more, i am to take it with me when i visit, and i can use it in the living room so he can watch me and i can use it by his bed so i don't have to wake him up..

I am seriously hoping that the thought of using the potty will dry up all urge to urinate.

Email to Miss

2007-09-02T17:20:00.000Z

Hi Miss

You just sent a text to Sir, saying that you thought i was being reserved. I am sorry if i seemed that way but every now and then i have a crisis in my submission and recently has been of those times.

While i have been on my course, i have felt like i was drifting. My routine was all messed up and there were temptations to slide from obedience. It was hard to get up an hour and a half before i needed too, it was hard to explain why i had to rush off to bed before ten thirty and it was weird to ring at what ever time i had lunch or finished training. I also had too much time to think and at times i just felt like bursting into tears.

Friday was a mixture of good and bad. It started bad by Sir telling me that he had set you assignments to do that day. As usual, he wouldn't tell me what they were just that i would have liked them. I was pissed off, i needed something to help me feel close to him and he was giving you things but not me. However i tried to be a good submissive and i got on with my course.

On the way home, I had a phone call and Sir told me that you were enjoying your tasks very much and that you had just self spanked. It is rare that he tells me what you do so i was surprised but i still wanted to know what else you had done. I wanted to know but i knew i would be jealous when i did know. Anyway the option was not mine as he decided that i needed to spank my ass as well.

I was told to find a lay by, get into the back of the car. Strip naked and put the butt plug in and then spank myself hard before playing with my clit till i had an orgasm.

I tried to argue the naked bit but to no avail so it was a very perturbed katie who finally found a secluded area. When i did stuff like this with you, i had at least been able to recce a location.

I gathered together the equipment i needed and got into the back of the car. It took a long time to actually remove my clothes as i kept thinking that someone was coming. My neck was tired with the constant looking over my shoulders.

The butt plug and the spanking were relatively easy and it was on a nice hot bottom that i sat to play with my pussy. However i just was not relaxed and no matter how hard i tried i couldn't seem to cum. Eventually i crawled into the boot of the car and retrieved the electric toothbrush. As i sat there with the brush on my clit, the pain eventually made me cum but it was not an "oh yes" but an "oh no" type of orgasm.

Sir phoned as i was putting everything away and i told him that i had done everything as he instructed. He seemed pleased so i felt a bit better as i drove home.

Once at home, i unpacked and then fell asleep. I have already written about that in my previous post.

While he was talking to me before he made me stand half naked, he told me how you were having an orgasm every hour and how what i had done in the lay by was one of the things you had been fantasising about. As i expected i was jealous, i had got to have one very uncomfy orgasm and you were serenely having them every hour.

I was then made to to do the things i wrote about earlier and i had another uncomfy orgasm before being told to ring you and tell you what had happened to me.

Maybe i am just dissatisfied and a bad sub. I had had loads of attention from Sir, yet i was still grumpy and jealous. I just couldn't seem to shake it off. At bed time i was allowed to have a relaxing orgasm and instead of feeling grateful, i was just thinking about the eight that you had had that day.

Saturday saw me up at daft o'clock so i wouldn't get my body out of sink, and i was in the gym at some stupid time.. I hate Saturdays at the best of times, i miss the structure of work and i potter around aimlessly but all days end eventually and i was in bed talking to Sir. he said i was allowed to cum and i said that he was really nice. He told me off for being soppy and not to go on about that kind of stuff. I thought it was funny and told him that actually he was the meanest man i know.

I was just getting into the spirit of my pussy when i got a text from you saying "i love you too Sir".

My stomach dropped and i felt sick. I have known for ages that you say "i love you" to him but i had naively assumed that he told you off for being sentimental. In this case, he had obviously said it to you first and i quite simply wanted to die.

However i spent 38 years keeping a lid on my emotions so even Sirs training of 18 months can be overcome and i calmly, if angrily forwarded the text to him. He rang me a few minutes later which surprised me and i didn't have time to sort my act out. Maybe i shouldn't act as though i am OK when i am not. In fact i know i shouldn't and have been severely punished for it in the past but some emotions are just too hard for me to process.

He said that you had been having a bad day and that you needed cheering up and he told me a little bit about what had happened. I tried to be polite and say the right things but he soon demanded to know what was the matter. I said nothing . Not surprisingly he wasn't accepting that as an answer and demanded to know why i was using my shitty voice.

I tried to get out of saying anything by saying he would just get angry if i told him but he eventually made me tell him.

I said that i was angry and upset, that i got told off for saying he was nice but that you could say you loved him and that he said it to you. He said that you were in need of some love and that there was no reason why i couldn't say it if i wanted too.

My responce to this was something along the lines of "yeah right". He didn't pick me up on my tremendous rudeness, maybe because he could tell i was really upset, instead he asked me if i was jealous.

hell yes, i was jealous. When i was younger i always said there were two things i would never do, one was too have a long distance relationship and the other was to share with anyone else. With Sir, i get to do both these things and normally the good outweighs the bad but at others i just get myself in such a state. It hasn't helped this week by reading about jade and Ambers problems on their blog. One post in particular made me cry (i will give you the link later) as it encapsulated all my fears.

Anyway back to the phone call, he didn't get mad at me, he was quite nurturing but i still felt dissatisfied and i guess that is what was making my responses to you reserved today. I just don't know how to handle the whole jealousy thing. It is not my place to be jealous and as Sir has pointed out, i am the one who gets his attention, who gets the phone calls and who gets the spankings. I am the lucky one and if anyone had a right to be jealous it is you.

I think i am lucky, i love what i have with Sir, i love that he rings me to tell me the cricket score, just as much as he rings me to make me do embarrassing things. I love that he gives me a two minute challenge to cum (after we have been talking cricket) and i love the way i anticipate my visits to him. I love all this but i still feel jealous and i am sorry for that but i have not worked out a way in which to deal with it yet. I hope you can be patient with me so that in the future we can live together in harmony without my silliness getting in the way.

lots of love

katie xxxxx

Horrible!!!!

2007-08-31T20:11:00.000Z

The belly dance ring tone penetrated my sleep and i had the familiar sinking feeling in my stomach. I put on my brightest, most wide awake voice (i am getting a sense of deja vue as i am writing this)

"hello Sir"

"what are you doing". His sixth sense was in full swing and i answered with the really intelligent

"um"

"never mind um, what are you doing"

In a very meek and humble voice, i confessed that i was asleep at 6.30 pm in the evening without permission. I wont bore you with the details but i think you can imagine the yes Sir, no Sir conversation that followed. It didn't help my cause, that he had let me lay in for an hour and a half that morning. I tried to say that it was because of that that my body had got out of sink. What a stupid thing to say, now he thinks that i should never get to lay in as it might mess up my body clock. Really the man can be devastatingly sarcastic at times.

"get up and go for a walk".

I muttered "yes Sir" as i was dismissed. All my plans for the evening gone as i knew he would demand at least an hours walk.

Once i was out in the country it wasn't so bad. It was windy and just a nice temperature and i managed to forget that i was in disgrace as i strode along .(well i would stride but at 5ft 4ins, it is more like a shuffle). I sent him a video on my phone to show him where i was and that i was being a good girl.

He rang me back and i was then faced with trying to talk intelligently while breathing out of my arse and being deafened by the wind.

I will write about the conversation in my next post

He told me to stand still and to describe where i was. I was on a track, half way up a hill.

"is there anyone around"

Again my stomach dropped as i tried to second guess what he was going to make me do.

"i cant see anyone Sir" i quavered

"Take your tracksuit trousers down, right down to your ankles"

I went directly to begging and pleading but with lots of whimpers i pulled them down.

"take your panties down, all the way , not just to your knees"

This time obeying was very very hard and i was nearly in tears as i exposed myself.

"put your hands on your head and count to 50"

I stood there, shaking and terrified and started counting as fast as i could. I had got to about 20 when a black vauxhall corsa appeared on the track and drove past. I collapsed on the floor as though i was going for a pee. I have no idea where it came from and i have been trying to convince myself that it was an hallucination due to extreme stress. I have been using that road for 19 years and have never seen a vehicle on it. Sir was not happy with my excuses and i was ordered to get up and start counting again.

As soon as i got to 50 , i pulled up my pants and leaned on a massive tree trunk as i tried to calm down and reconcile myself to the fact that a complete stranger had just seen a half naked woman with her hands on her head.

"where are your pants?" cut through my babbling. I told him and i was not surprised to be told to get them down again as i had not been told to pull them up. I would like to say that the second count to 50 was not so bad but it was, it was worse.

"OK, pull them up and feel your pussy, i bet it is soaking wet"

I hate it when my pussy betrays me like this. I was seconds off crying and my pussy is dripping wet.

"put your hands in your pants and you are not going anywhere till you cum"

My pussy may have been wet, but i didn't want to cum. I wanted to crawl home and pretend it had never happened. But that would be what katie wants, so i leaned against the tree trunk and surveyed the countryside as i played with my clit. Sir was very nice and helped with a nice story about Miss tying me to a tree and whipping my pussy with the red strap and fucking my arse with a strap on. However, i just couldn't get over the edge to actually cum.

"imagine that a man and a woman are walking by. They see you tied there. The man unties you and bends you over"

I didn't need anymore and i orgasmed loudly. It is funny how the things that freak us out so much can be the things that turn us on the most.

I was sent on my way to finish my walk and to leave a voice mail for Miss telling her what had just happened. She sent me a text saying that i was a very lucky girl to have such a wonderful Sir. Funnily enough, that was not what i was thinking at the time but now from the safety and privacy of my own home, i can agree and say that "yes, he is wonderful."

Second Day

2007-08-21T19:53:00.000Z

Day two started at the gym again. I was instructed to shower at home as I do have cold water. Brrrr i hate cold showers, even army showers were tepid.

I was again to be naked all day except for my leather collar. I wasn't sure about wearing this, as i am collared to Sir but she had asked for his permission so i wore it with pride.

Miss likes to control my toilet habits but as this diet means i pee every half hour or so, she decided on a new torture. i was to do all my peeing in the bath. I was to text her each time and describe a different position to her. I never realised just how many positions i could get into, just to pee!!! After each one, i got the delight of washing myself down with cold water.

We had another session with the toothbrush and i came without permission. I was actually shocked as i didn't feel in the least like i was about to cum, i was just in pain, then suddenly it popped out without warning. It was awesome but it has earned me a pussy whipping with the red strap next time i see Sir.

yesterday Miss was irritated that i was aimless so today i got to iron all morning. I HATE ironing and i would rather be in the corner. Of course i had things to do while i was ironing but it was still a cruel and unusual punishment and should be reported to the Geneva Convention.

The afternoon was quite laid back. I got to watch another episode of "Life on Mars" with the butt plug in and of course the accompanying activities. And then this evening i have to make sure my bottom is well reddened again before i talk to Sir.

Thank you Miss for taking the time to occupy me and entertain me. I love you xxxxxxx

First Day

2007-08-20T20:30:00.000Z

My day started at 6.30 am with a text from Miss

"good morning katie. Welcome to my world"

I was then given the pleasant news that after my session at the gym, i was to shower in cold water with pegs on my nipples. It was first time using the showers (only my third time at the gym) so i anxiously checked that they were individual cubicles (they were) before starting my work out. My luck was holding as it turned out that the showere didn't have a temp control.

I have discovered that i love the gym, it is so empowering to see the weight dropping off me with my diet, and i want to make sure my body tones up as well. As i exercise, i think about all the things i can do with Sir and Miss and how proud they are of me as i get thinner.

The changing room was deserted (not many in the gym either at daft o'clock in the morning, but all those that were there were really friendly) so i stripped naked and got in the shower. I was really turned on from my exercise and my naughty thoughts of what could happen in the changing room so my nipples were firm and erect for the placement of the pegs.

The water was warm and i felt so sensual as i soaped myself all over and squeezed on the pegs to make them a little bit tighter. I would have loved to let my fingers linger between my legs but i was so aroused, i though i may cum by accident (yes it can happen!!!).

I finished up and drove to my new place of work to see how long it takes. Ten minutes from the gym. Yee ha, no more sitting in the car for 3 hours a day.

On arriving home, i was told to strip as i wouldn't be needing any clothes until my son came home from work. I was to lay on the bed, put the vibrating eggs in my pussy, pegs on my nipples and place the electric toothbrush (only used for this purpose) on my clit. I was not to move it at all but to leave it there for five mins or until i came, whichever was first.

As i may have said before, i am not really interested in vibration, i prefer fingers and the tooth brush gives a vibration ten times stronger than any vibrator i have ever seen. I normally masturbate in silence but the brush makes me vocal after about 1 second. I obeyed and i thanked god when my pussy orgasmed before the five minutes was up. It amazes me, when it does as the feelings are just sooooo intense i didn't think my brain can process it.

Miss said she was pleased with me and then she disappeared from contact for a couple of hours. I mooched about the house, not really doing anything just passing the time. I did get an email from Sir, something of a rarity so i was excited about that, even if it did make me nervous of how things were going to play out with Miss

katie
Be a good girl and do as you are told over the next two days and enjoy whatever it is that Miss gives you to do. I am sure that there will be things that you will not want to do, but that is not your choice, you WILL do as you are told, otherwise I will have to see what your pussy looks like after the red strap has paid it a visit.
SIR XX

I took the red strap and laid it on the pillow so i would remember to be a good girl. It was a good intention but i somehow managed to annoy Miss when she asked me what i had been doing all morning. I suppose i answered a bit vaguely, then when she asked me what i was doing in the afternoon, i was a bit vague again. i wasn't trying to be difficult, i just can spend hours doing nothing.

"go and stand in the corner. Do not move till I tell you too!"

I stood there and stood there. I didn't even have the radio on so i just stood there some more. Eventually, after a whole hour of staring at the same spot, i was told i could move. She said if i could waste my time so effectively, so could she, and at least i could account for the last 60 minutes. When i told Sir about this, he thought it was very funny. I have to admit, i still don't see the joke.

As i had no plans for the afternoon, i was told to find something to watch on TV. I normally watch about an hour a week if that so it was a strange order but mine is not to reason why. I chose a drama to watch.

"put the medium butt plug in and make your self comfy"

See i knew, it was too good to be true. I put it in and instantly all i can thing about is my arse. I settled down to watch the programme but i kept getting distracted

"spank your pussy with the hairbrush"

"pinch your nipples"

"put an ice cube in your pussy"

"put toothpaste on your clit and rub it in"

To be honest, i don't really know what happened in the programme as i had other things on my mind.

I was left alone again for a while so when she came back, i jokingly texted "i thought you had gone to bed Miss".

She interepted this to mean that i wanted more attention. (is there a different language that Dominants use?). I was dispatched to my bed to get the toothbrush and the new large plug. Brooke on Puppytales, calls hers the Beast and i can think of no better description. I was told to stop being a baby and insert it. I really do not like anything large in my arse and Sir has to be very dominant with me in order for me to submit so it was a combination of the red strap by my head and the desire to please them both that got the damn thing in. It hurt like crazy and without the hairpulling or the demand for silence or the slapped arse that i get from Sir, it was very hard to keep it in and not throw it across the room.

I was then ordered to kneel with my head down with the tooth brush perpendicular to the bed with my clit pushing down on it. I was then to ring my mobile phone from my house phone and record myself on voice mail. I was then to ring her and leave her a message of my suffering. If i came, i was to continue till she saw fit to stop me. I was in agony and i was squirming and begging as i left my two messages. I was not even embarrassed , it just hurt so much.

It seemed like a long time before i was allowed to remove the plug and stop the tooth brush.

Next on her list of things to do with katie after a short break was the bloody peg game. I have never forgiven myself for suggesting that Miss read Puppytales as she just loves this game. She dispensed with the stop peg after the first time we played a few weeks ago so i ended up with all the damn things on. Again, when i told Sir, he thought it was funny that the stop peg had been removed. Can someone explain this humour?????

So now it is time for bed and i have to self spank my bottom with the wooden paddle before i ring Sir so i can talk to him with a nice red bum.

Two days with Miss

2007-08-19T16:46:00.000Z

I managed to upset Miss this weekend. She had instructed me while Sir was on holiday to buy a large butt plug. With all the excitement of Sir coming back to England, it completely slipped my mind.

She was not happy that i was 21 days late in purchasing the evil thing (and that was only because she took pity on me and reminded me). She has asked that Sir give me a memorable punishment.

He has decided that the clothes brush will be appropriate along with a stern lecture and some time in the corner.

Miss is happy with the decision but she has asked that he does it until i am limp. I have to admit that i did not understand this request. Sir clarified it saying that he was going to do it till i stopped struggling and maybe even till i cried.

I don't like to cry, it makes me feel vulnerable and the only times that i have cried is when Sir has been particularly vocal in his displeasure with me.

So anyway, i have that to look forward too but in the meantime i am being handed over to Miss for the next two days for her pleasure.

View from the window

2007-08-17T17:46:00.000Z

It was early evening. I had spent the day off work "sick". Sir had seen through my not feeling well excuses and decided that i was more skiving than actually sick. He was right, i had less than a week to go on my agency job and although i was actually a little bit poorly, i really didn't need to stay at home all day.

His answer to this was to give me a story to write, to occupy my day. I love writing erotic fantasies but i am less keen on writing a structured story to lead up to the sex.

However i did my best and i will post it when i have finished this one. (nice comments only as i am no literary genius lol)

I had rang him to see if i was allowed to play with myself, now i had come to a natural break in the story. I could turn it into a novel as i never know when to shut up, the last one i had to write turned into a massive undertaking.

"are you on your own" - Always a good sign that he is going to do something with me.

"yes Sir, I am in the living room, leaning on the window talking to you Sir"

"is the window open?" - Strange question

"yes Sir"
"go and lean out of the window, head right out and pull your panties down" - Still a bit strange but hey, what harm can there be.

"yes Sir, head and body out of window, panties down Sir".

"Good, now you will play with your self and I want to hear you, and i want to hear you cum".

OK, at this point i thought, oh shit. I live in a first floor flat and from my window i can see lots of houses and there are two roads only a few feet away.

"get on with it then katie". He was terse and after my buzzzzz experience, i was not keen to risk his displeasure again.

I scanned the roads and gardens and couldn't see anyone so i relaxed. As i relaxed, he started telling me one of his wonderful stories. It is one of his talents, that he can talk so dirty and sexy. Before long i was panting and squirming. I was ready to cum but he kept me waiting as he wanted me to enjoy the view for a bit longer as he heard me suffer.

"when you cum, i want to hear everything katie"

I was too turned on to do more than a cursory children scan (hardly any where i live) then i came loudly and with enthusiasm. In fact i nearly dropped my phone and myself out of the window, i was so horny.

"very good, now get your hairbrush, strip naked and go lay on your bed".

Normally when i am on my own, i can be as horny as hell, but once i have cum, i get up clear up and i am done. I discovered masturbation when i was about ten and i have never had the desire to cum more than once. When i am with others, i am the same, i only want one. But with Sir, i don't get that choice and one of his favourite tortures when we are together is to see how many times i can cum when forced too.

I told him that i was in position and i was told to lay on my side, spank my bottom and play with my clit. Well i have never been multi skilled but to the accompaniment of another wonderful story it wasn't long before i had another lovely loud orgasm.

I was out of breath and a bit light headed when he told me to stick my upper leg straight up in the air and keep it there while i fucked my pussy with the handle of the hairbrush while i played with my clit.

I begged him, not to make me do it again, but he said he was enjoying himself so to shut up and get on with it.
It took a long time and my leg was aching but it was by far and away the best of the three and i nearly fell off the bed as i overbalanced as i came with a passion.

It was a very happy girl who was sent to watch her movie assignment for the night.

When in bed a couple of hours later, i was saying good night and he said "didn't i want to ask him anything". Normally i ask every night to cum, but i thought having had three already, it would be pushing my luck.

"you can go to sleep when you have cum twice, good night baby".

I thanked him of course but i wasn't feeling very thankful and it was over an hour later before i was finally able to go to sleep.

Feeling down - part two

2007-08-15T15:22:00.000Z

I have to enter in my journal "twenty strokes of the cane on each cheek for not having batteries in my vibrator"

I also have to enter that the punishment will be doubled to fourty strokes as I compared what punishment i got, with what Miss gets.

The buzzing aspect was not mentioned and that scares the hell out of me as it means it is still out there and can be brought back at any time.

Feeling down

2007-08-14T20:18:00.000Z

I feel like shit. I have disappointed Sir and i don't know how to deal with it.

I said i wanted something exciting to do as i was feeling lonely as my son and his friends had gone to Hooters and i was feeling sad and alone.

"go in the bedroom, strip naked, get the clover clamps and the vibrator and lay on the bed."

I ran to obey, glad that he was going to take time out to cheer me up as i had been expecting a lecture on not fannying around.

When i was ready i lay and waited for his next instruction.

"put the clamps on and put the vibrator in your pussy"

He listened as i ouched as i put the clamps on then he said "does the vibrator have batteries in".

My stomach dropped, i have been in trouble over this before. I don't ever use it as a vibrating object, i just use it as a fucking object, if i want vibration, i use an electric toothbrush.

"no Sir" i murmured.

I listened to his displeasure as the clamps bit into my nipples and wondered what i was going to have to enter in my journal.

"well if there are no batteries, you will have to buzz for me till you cum. Rub your clit and buzz for me. Buzzzzzzzzzz Buzzzzzzzzzzzzz"

I stared at the phone in horror, he could not be serious.

"get on with it" he snapped

I started babbling, i have no idea what i said but i just couldn't do it.

"you are not going to cum till you do it, no matter how long it takes"

I begged some more to which the response was "ring me when you are ready" and he hung up.

My nipples were killing me and i had not a single sexual thought in my head but i wanted to please him so i rang him back.

"I am ready to buzz Sir"

"get on with it then"

"buzzzz, buzzz" my attempt was half hearted as i was so embarrassed and i just felt so silly.

He let me suffer for a few minutes then said i needed to try harder if i ever wanted to cum again and hung up.

This time i sent him a text to see if i could ring or cum. The short answer was "no".

So here I am, one very sad and humbled girl who cant even buzzzz. Does he see it as bad as i feel it, or will he just shrug it off as a bit of fun at my ex pence.

I have to wait till bedtime and then i will find out. But in the meantime, i am beating myself up about it.

Showerland

2007-08-11T20:32:00.000Z

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.

Is this where i say "thank you Sir"

2007-08-11T18:59:00.000Z

Sir has decided that i am getting to be a master at reasons why i have not done something. In my defence, they are all genuine reasons but he has decided that i am imiting Roger the Dodger (from The Beano comic). Roger the dodger had a book of "dodges", so now the back page of my journal is titled "katies dodges".

I should add that I think this is Sir being humorous at my expense,as i am sure if he thought for one moment that i actually was dodging, i would be heavily punished. So this morning i asked him what he was going to do with the list of dodges. He thought for a moment and said he thought maybe 2 strokes of the cane for each one. I said that in that case, i would need to start forgetting to write them in. Mmm, he says, well in that case, it will be two for each one you write and five each for all the ones that i estimate you have forgotten. This was stopping being funny so i said i would just forget the whole journal and be done with it.

Not a good move, as he stopped being quite so friendly,

"you will write in the main part of your journal that you are going to get twelve strokes of the cane on your hands for threatening to forget the journal"

I immediately went into beg mode as i hate stuff on my hands, "please Sir, i don't like it on my hands, please Sir, i will do anything Sir" (incidentally, i am not allowed to say i don't like that)

I nearly fell off the bed when he said

"OK katie, if you don't like it and you don't want it, I wont do it on your hands".

I was stunned, he had never rescinded anything he had said ever and poor naive fool that i am, actually was celebrating in my head.

"i will do it on your feet"

Shit, the bottom fell out of my world and the begging started again

"please cane my hands Sir, i want you to cane my hands Sir, more than anything in the world Sir"

I could hear him smiling "but i am trying to be nice to katie, you said you didn't like it on your hands so i was nice to you."

I carried on begging, as i am such a baby when he canes my feet but he was adamant he was being nice to me and that i should be grateful. Mmmm, i did not feel very grateful as i murmured "thank you Sir"

I guess the only good thing to come out of this exchange is that at least he didnt agree to my begging him to cane my hands as well as my feet.

Soap

2007-08-07T14:36:00.000Z

I spent six years with my first Dom/Master and soap never even entered my head. So when i met Sir and he threatened me with soap, i didn't really comprehend the whole issue. The first time he said he was going to do it, my reaction was "what". needless to say i got well spanked before the soap was brought out. he soaped up a flannel and stuffed it in my mouth . In order to do this he had to hold my nose and i was backed right up to the wall, fighting for all i was worth as i did not want to submit to it.

I stood there with tears in my eyes as he watched me, knowing how much i was hating every moment. It seemed an eternity till it came out and i was graciously allowed to swill my mouth out.

The second time, we were doing what i guess could be classed as a therapy session to help me process my childhood. I had to write out a list of things that i had done as a child and to put what punishment i thought i should have got. (my parents never ever punished me for anything). I put soap down twice as i was a bit stupid and didn't comprehend that he was going to work through the list and actually administer the punishments. (i know, how dumb can you get).

When it got to the first soap punishment he went to the bathroom and called me to follow him. How i managed to move my feet down the hall is beyond me. It was a very slow walk and it was only the threat of even worse things that had me sidling in the door. This time he had made a lilac bar of soap wet and foamy and he placed it in my mouth so i had to hold it in with my teeth.

Again i was tearing up and begging him with my eyes to be merciful but i may as well not have bothered. This time i wasn't allowed to swill my mouth and i had little bits of soap stuck in my teeth. Further down the list and we were back in the bathroom for a second dose. Truly awful.

Which brings us to this weekends visit. I was sat on the toilet while he was having a wash at the sink.

"on your knees"

My first thought was that he was going to make me kneel there while he showered without me so i guess i was feeling a bit sulky when he turned round. His cock was at eye level and it was covered in soapy suds. he took my hair and pulled my head towards him.

I resisted, his cock was mesmerising but it was soapy, i couldn't do it. I really thought this was the moment when i refused to do something and that the relationship would be over.

"open your mouth"

I couldn't, i really couldn't, i was trying to retreat backwards but he doesn't tolerate disobedience so without any further words, just his general dominance, i found myself taking him deep into my mouth.

He didn't fuck into me, he wanted me to give him pleasure through my own "free will" and it was strange, once it was in, i just loved sucking his cock like i normally do, even if it didn't taste quite the same.

Eventually he turned away and i knelt there in a state of total submission. It was a true test for me and i am proud that i managed to do it.

The weird thing about this incident was that i had read about it on a blog only 2 days before and thought what a horrible thing to have to do. Sir had not read it, he just thought it would be a good idea. What a coincidence. Oh and i still cannot find the blog where it was, so if you know the link, please tell me so i can show it to Sir.

pissed off

2007-08-06T20:34:00.000Z

Does anyone else have trouble with paragraph breaks disappearing. I have edited the last post a dozen times and each time i post it, it turns into one very hard to read paragraph.

Feelings - again

2007-08-06T19:46:00.000Z

This weekend i had a fantastic visit to Sir. Each time i go there it just seems to get better and better. However on Saturday, he decided it was time to discuss my problems last week end when i got all upset and didn't tell him. I have working on the feelings malarky for months now, ever since i started reading Persephone's blog. I started by just writing to her and she encouraged me. Sir then decided that he was going to demand that i opened up to him. Persephone was there for me and has always been very helpful. Eventually, i let him read the blog and he was very proud of how far I had come. However i still have a long way to go and the events of last weekend made me go backwards. When i did eventually explain myself, he was wonderful but at the end of it, i had to write in my journal that i was going to get my thighs spanked with the bath brush and i was going to get my legs secured while he caned my pussy.

Now it is not the caning or spanking which really gets to me, it is the being secured while it is done. I can endure much harder punishments if i am free to move than if i am tied. I just get completely freaked out and as he was securing me, i was whimpering and whining. Bearing in mind the reason, i was in this predicament i told him how much i hate being tied up and how scared I am when he does it. He smiled and asked why i was scared. Well the obvious answer is because it is going to hurt, but it would hurt if i was loose. being able to escape would not mean the pain would stop as he would just carry on regardless so i think it must be a head thing

I begged him to let me hold his hand while he was whipping my body with a thin webbing strap in preparation for what was to follow. To my surprise he let me and for a few moments i was calm and collected as i gripped tightly. I honestly think he was a bit bemused at my display of complete cowardice but it wasn't going to distract him from the purpose of the exercise.

Releasing his hand he took the bath brush and hell started. I screamed and begged and fought and generally acted in the most unsub like manner. I simply hate the bath brush on my bottom and on all areas of my thighs it was just horrendous. I kept thinking i could not take any more and it just kept happening. I couldn't even cry i was in so much pain. he kept asking me why i was getting this punishment and was i going to bottle things up anymore. I was screaming my desperate answers as i just prayed for it all to stop. I don't have a safe word and i can tell you for a fact, i would have used it if i had and i have never wanted one before.

When he was done with the brush, he took the cane and started on my pussy. Not nicely like last time when he made me cum but lots of little slaps that just built to a crescendo. he let me hold his hand for a tiny time and it helped but i needed it there permanently to get through this.

Once he was done with my pussy, he started on my breasts and tummy. It wasn't actually too bad on my stomach (lots of padding) but on my nipples it was just outright pain. I was by this time a little calmer and he came and sat next to me and started examining my pussy. He feigned surprise that it was soaking wet. I was actually truly surprised as i didn't feel in the least bit turned on. He played my clit as i gradually relaxed and he let me cum lots of times as i experienced bliss in my pussy between two raging throbbing thighs.

Before he untied me, he decided to experiment caning the soles of my feet. he knows i hate the red strap there so why he thought i would like the cane is beyond me. I was back to yelling and screeching again as i begged him to put that punishment on the absolute deterrent list, the list that i never activate, the list that keeps me controlled.

As he started to untie me i felt moved to ask him, if now i was calmer, he would spank me again with the bath brush as i didn't want to remember it as such a horrible experience. He declined for two reasons, one , my thighs were very marked and bruised and two, he wanted me to remember how bad it was, so next time i felt like bottling it up, i would remember how i felt and be more open. Especially as the third offence will mean it is the cane doing all the damage.

I crawled unsteadily off the bed and stood holding on to him , feeling his strength and just thankful that he takes the time and effort to help me like he does even if i do not always seem that appreciative.

help needed

2007-08-05T19:28:00.001Z

On Wednesday or Thursday last week, i read a post on somebodys blog about soap in the mouth. Some one commented about having to suck a soapy cock. As a total coincidence, i had to do that this weekend and i wanted to send Sir the link so he could see what i had decided not to share with him. I thought it was something i didn't want to do so i didn't tell him about it. But the weird world of coincidence got me anyway. If you recognise the post and comment i am referring too, please let me know, either as a comment or by email. Thank you very much.

visit to the doctor part 2

2007-07-31T20:52:00.000Z

Miss wanted me to show her what happened when i was caned on the front of my thighs.

I seriously need some help in embedding pictures into text

A lazy sunday

2007-07-29T18:14:00.000Z

Following on from my lesson in bladder control, i had a nice Sunday. I IMed with Miss and as you can imagine, she was not best pleased at me thinking about peeing on her face. She threatened revenge but i smiled sweetly and said i was just being obedient and thinking what i was told to think. I added that maybe she should get her revenge on Sir but we both knew that was never going to happen so she just growled at me.

I had a another nice chat with Sir and somehow we got to talking about what a spoilt brat i was when i was a child. I have no idea what brought us to this conversation but it resulted in me having to write in my journal that i was going to get a hard hair brush spanking for being a little shit. I suggested that maybe he could do it in the wheel barrow position and play with me while he did it. The temperature of his voice dropped to below zero as i am not allowed to suggest things as he asked "what are the chances of that happening?".

Next conversation and I am now bored with being on my own all day and tidying my wardrobe. He decides to give me some motivation and it comes in the form of not being allowed to pee until it is all finished. I think i must have argued as the next thing i am doing is spanking my pussy with the hairbrush. Self spanking is something i hate. I can never do it hard enough to please him so i end up doing loads. Then sometimes you do it harder than you meant and then it bloody hurts. (yes , I know that is the point). Anyway the desired lesson of not arguing was soon learnt and i took my red sore pussy to my bedroom to finish off.

It took a while, maybe 2 hours so by the time i had finished i was desperate for the loo again. (i should add that this diet makes you pee the fat away lol). I have my leather collar and the martinet hanging on my bed and it was only the thought of these two things that kept me out of the bathroom.

I rang and told him i was done and could i now go to the loo. He said i could go and sit down with my legs wide apart on the toilet but I was not to pee. I had to ring him back in three minutes.

It was a long three minutes.

When i rang back i was told to get naked and stand in the bath. This time i had to have my feet as far apart as they would go and to bend over and spread my hands as far as they would go too. Result of this is my ass stuck right up in the air and my nose touching the side of the bath. It was milliseconds before my legs started to shake but Sir was in no hurry. he decided to finish off the story he had started earlier.

So Miss is not happy about being peed on so she waits till you are here in this position then she comes up behind you. She spreads your cheeks wide and pushes a butt plug in. Nice and tight and then she starts to slide it in and out. She feels for your pussy and starts to squeeze your clit while still fucking you with the butt plug.

She then starts to spank you really hard. Your legs are shaking as the spanks push the plug in and out. When your bottom is nice and red, she takes the plug out and starts to fuck your arse with the strap on. She puts her hand round and plays with your clit.

By this time, i don't know if i want to cum or pee but things are getting desperate on the shaky legs front so i beg to be allowed to relieve my bladder. he gives permission and again I get that sexual release as it starts. The angle i am standing means it spurts out up my tummy but i really don't care, i just want to pee.

I hoped to be allowed to stand up but i am told not until i cum. Physically I find it harder to cum standing up and in this odd position, i was trying to support myself with one hand as the other rubbed frantically at my clit. Luckily he helped me out with some more story and it was less than two minutes before i nearly fell out of the bath with my orgasm.

He was laughing at me as i described nearly nosediving out of the bath but that's OK, i like him to be amused at my antics. As i get fitter and thinner, I can see I will be put in more tiring and uncomfy positions but i am looking forward to that (in a strange kind of way)

Restraint

2007-07-29T10:41:00.000Z

I like weekends because so long as I remember to ask, I get to stay in bed till 9am. I had gone to bed as usual at 2230hrs and had for the second night running managed to not pee till 6.30am. Sir thinks I pee too much, and when I visit him, it always slightly annoys him that I am hopping in and out of bed like a yoyo. So come 9am, I am definitely ready to go again but I have to ring when I wake up so I did so, hoping for a quick conversation.

Life is never fair is it? When I want to talk, he is busy, when I want to get going, he wants to talk. He was on his computer doing work stuff so was not really talking to me, but normally I like listening to his musings about the computer and stuff with the occasional comment to me. It makes me feel like I am there with him but today; I wanted to be in the bathroom.

I debated with myself, should I ask to go, should I sneak in and hope it was quiet or should I just hope he would say goodbye. I decided to ask and predictably the answer was no, I could wait till he was ready. It is strange but as soon as I can’t go, the urge gets ten times worse. I lay naked in my bed and tried not to think about it.

He was obviously very busy so eventually I asked “please Sir, may I go to the bathroom and let you get on with your work”. Nice try Katie was the response. I had thought that such a thoughtful sub should get some reward but obviously not. More time passed, I asked if I could play with my nipples to distract me, but I was not allowed to do that. Instead I had to press on my tummy just above my pubic area. As a nurse, I am quite good at this and surprise surprise; I discovered I had a very full bladder!!!!!!!

I told him he was mean several times and he just laughed and asked me if I wanted to know what really mean was. Well as he had already been to the toilet himself while I listened and had run water next to the phone and had me palpate my bladder, I foolishly thought it couldn’t get any worse.

“Go and sit on the toilet but you are not allowed to pee”

Shit, it could be worse. Have you ever tried to do that? The body is so conditioned that it just wants to release. I tried arguing but it was no use, I was soon sat there desperately concentrating on fighting my body.

“Count to 150”

God, no, I thought, if I don’t concentrate it will just come.

“NOW Katie” he snapped.

Well, he was being good humoured with his torture and I didn’t want to make him angry so I started to count, squirming like an eel trying to do two things at once. He was counting too, random numbers to try and make me lose count. It seemed to take a long time to get to 150.

“Please may I pee Sir” I asked desperately

“NO”

I nearly cried, “Please Sir, I will do anything, please can’t you just cane me or something??”

“From here?” he asked and I could see his raised eyebrows

“I could put it in the journal Sir, please”

“Yes you can write it in your journal, and no you still can’t pee, and yes I know I am evil before you say it”

I would have laughed but that would have set the torrent off so I just told him that he was the most evil man I knew and PLEASE could I pee. Things were getting to an absolute fever pitch, it was only 40 mins since my first request but I had been desperate then so now I was ready to do anything, even the thing I hated most.

“Please Sir, can I pee in the bath”

“Now, that’s a good idea” he says, as if it had never occurred to him.

I raced across the bathroom and stood naked in the bath “please may I pee now Sir”

“No”

I stamped my feet and hit the wall with my hand and groaned.

“Spread your legs wide apart, crouch down, and press on your bladder”

I was past arguing and just whimpered.

“Good girl, now count to 150 again”

My legs were shaking, my voice was weak and I just counted. I was interrupted a couple of times to ensure I was pressing nice and hard. When it was over, I hardly dared ask, I felt like a stuck record.

Still no answer that I wanted. This time he started to tell me to think about Miss coming into the bathroom and seeing me crouching in the bath. To imagine her coming and looking hard at my pussy. To think of her putting her head under my legs and me peeing on her. This made me giggle “I think she would hate that much more than I would, right know I would pee on anything anywhere”

“Ok you can pee now, imagine she is there”

“did you say I could go” I asked nervously, I had waited so long, I had to be sure I had heard right as I was not going to risk a punishment after this amount of restraint cause I had misheard.

“Did you hear what I just said” he raised his voice just slightly and I hastily muttered yes sir.

I started to pee and my god it was like having sex. I felt like I was orgasming there in the bath. I must have sounded like it too as he commentated that I sounded like I was cumming. It seemed to go on and on for ever but eventually I finished and he said good bye, as if nothing had happened.

letter to Sir

2007-07-28T21:16:00.000Z

Dear Sir

I have written in my journal as instructed.

For not telling Sir what I was thinking (again), I am going to get a spanking on my thighs with the bath brush. I am also going to get my pussy caned while my knees and legs are secured wide apart so I can not close them.

I am sorry that I did not tell you how I was feeling, but I don’t feel I have the right to express how I feel to you. When you said that you had invited Miss to stay with you, the bottom fell out of my world. I felt like I had been kicked in the stomach and I thought I was going to be sick. I was crying but I didn’t want you to know, as I didn’t want you to think that I was some jealous neurotic woman.

The thought of her being there with you every night, while I was 140 miles away was horrible, I can barely cope with the knowledge that you text and email each other. Sometimes, although I speak to you at least 4 times a day, the conversations only add up to less than ten minutes. I know you are a very busy man and that sometimes you just want to relax and watch TV. And I know that more often than not, you spend a lot of time with me, helping me with my life and telling me bed time stories in a way that only you can. But I still can’t help how I feel.

When you suggested spanking Nerys, when you said the clothes brush was in the bed room to spank naughty girls, when you said you belonged to a spanking group in Wales, when you say these things, I just shrivel inside. I try to fight it, so you don’t think I am clingy. God knows, I suppress my feelings all the time, but where you are concerned, I seem to suppress them more, the more I care about you.

I adore what we do together, so I strive to be what you want me to be. I don’t want you to get tired of my clinginess so I act like I don’t care, I pretend to be happy and smiling so you will like me and invite me to come and visit you. Expressing stuff like this is so hard for me, and it does not get any easier but you seem pleased with the changes I have made already, so maybe you will be pleased that I have tried to express myself in this letter.

I hope so, as I feel like an emotional wreck and I feel very very vulnerable, wondering how you will react to this letter.

love katie xx

Diet and job update

2007-07-27T17:59:00.001Z

I lost another 3 pounds last night so that makes it a stone in 2 weeks.

I got the job!!!!!! £8000 a year more than what i get now. What a pay rise and i would not have gone if Sir hadn't have made me.

Thank you Sir xxxxx

A visit to the doctor

2007-07-27T17:46:00.000Z

I was reading libbys post about going to have a smear test and it reminded me of my last visit to have one myself. It had been years since I had one and somehow (god knows how) it came up in conversation. I was immediately ordered to make an appointment and to take a photo in the examination room to prove I had been there.

Not so bad, you may think but that weekend, i had been to visit Sir and he had decided that i needed a strong deterrent and had caned the front of my thighs while I was secured to the chimney breast. The front of my thighs was a mass of bruises with cane lines interspersed. He had been surprised at the physical reaction as normally i don't bruise that easily. (i will add a picture here when i get my computer back) but i was still ordered to the drs.

I lay on the examination chair, extremely conscious of my multicoloured state, trying not to make eye contact with the woman sat between my legs. She eventually said

"these marks, are they consensual?"

I didn't fully register as i assured her that they were.

"D/s?" she asked as if we were talking about the weather.

"yes, that's right," i babbled but she was done with the conversation and cleared everything up. As she reached the door to leave me to get dressed she stopped and looked back at me

"i have some advice for you katie" there was a pause "behave" she said and walked out.

Diets - humiliation??????????

2007-07-26T17:09:00.000Z

Tonight, i am going for my second weigh in after starting a new diet. Last week I lost 11 pounds so I am hopeful of another big loss this week.

The diet appeals to me, as it is very submissive to my way of thinking. You have to give up food completely, not even allowed a slice of lemon in your water. How much more can i show my commitment to getting slimmer for Sir than to give up food altogether.

My weight has been the cause of many a punishment as I was only half heartedly trying to diet, something always cropped up which meant I put it back for another day.

However with this diet, i am completely motivated and I really think it will work for me as it is so tied up with my submission.

But anyway, what has that got to do with humiliation????

Well when I told Sir about how the diet worked, his first thought was wheter he could cum in my mouth or if that constituted calories. I laughed as i thought it was funny as i had never even considered that possibitiy. I was more worried about Big Macs.

I soon stopped laughing when he ordered me to ask the counsellor if i was allowed to "swallow". I begged and pleaded but he was adamant that i had to ask, after all he didnt want to ruin my diet.

The counsellor is a 50 something, straightlaced woman and i spent the two hours of the group session, panicking how i was going to ask her such a personal question.

I waited till every one had gone and stood in front of her like a naughty school girl. It took me a good five minutes to say i had a question about sex. God, i was red and shaking and stammering as i finally manged to splurt out my question.

I have to say she took it in her stride and said it was OK so long as i didn't do it too often.

I can honestly say, that was one of my most traumatic moments and it didn't help that Sir laughed when I told him about my trauma. But he did say good girl and he was extremely pleased about the weight loss so I guess it was worth it......................maybe lol

Interview

2007-07-25T17:40:00.000Z

Wednesday

I woke up after my shitty day, in a whole new mood. I felt great, true I was nervous as hell, as I had an interview but I was back feeling submissive and cared for and that was great. I carefully tied the ribbons round my nipples. I just love wearing them as I feel so part of him and I would willingly wear them every day if he chose to make me.

After my 6.30 phone call I started filling in the forms I needed for the interview. I was getting more and more stressed as I couldn’t find things so by the time I set off in the car, I was a wreck. My son (19) was doing his best to calm me down but he wasn’t really helping. When I dropped him off at work, Sir rang me. I stayed where I was parked, as I have been threatened with dire consequences if I get caught not using my hands free.

He was ringing to wish me luck but he could tell straight away that I was stressed. He told me to lift my skirt and put my finger on my clit. He talked and guided me to play gently with it and to rub it as I lay back in my seat. I was on a busy main road and cars kept stopping next to me as there was a pedestrian crossing just in front. The first few times he made me cum in such public places, I was terrified that someone would realise what the vacant but happy expression meant but now I just concentrate on his voice and my fingers and try not to shift around too much. He made me put my fingers deep into my pussy and to lick them clean and then he talked me to a wonderful climax.

He sent me on my way with instructions to be my self and to enjoy the experience. I felt very calm as I continued my drive and it just made me realise that if I had just told him yesterday about my worries, how different my visit to him on Friday could have been. The interview went well but then I had to do a clinical scenario. A 60 minute paper exercise in a room on my own.

All my stress came rushing back, as I really had no idea what I was supposed to do. It was more doctor orientated than nurse and I could feel the panic surfacing. However, I took a deep breath and checked the window situation.

Lifting up my skirt, I spread my legs and rested one hand on my bare pussy. I am not allowed to play without permission but just resting it there reminded me of what had happened earlier. I held my collar with the other hand and took some deep calming breaths until I was ready to begin the exercise.

I know, I did rubbish at it, but at least I attempted it and didn’t rush off in a panic as I would have done without my submissive moment.

I rang Sir as soon as I got out and he was very supportive, said I had done my best and that was all I could do. I decided not to go back to work so went home and pottered round the house.

At one point I was on the phone again, and I asked him if I could cum. “Yes” he says. “Really”, I ask incredulously. “Yes, you can cum to see me on Friday”.
Mmmmmmm, what a sense of humour, so I didn’t get to cum.

A bit later however I got a text “you have three minutes to cum”. Boy did I move. Onto bed, (I was already naked except for the ribbons as I like to be naked when I am on my own), legs open and in no time at all I am texting back “was I in time Sir”.

The evening was uneventful; I pottered round in a happy haze and got into bed at my bedtime so I could ring him. We had a lovely conversation, well except he was going over what my offences are but apart from that, it was nice. However I am on a very strict diet and I need to pee every half hour or so. The conversation was going over this time, so I made the mistake of saying “I have to go now Sir, I need a pee”.

Stupid, stupid,stupid L. I was told that the conversation would finish, when he was ready and that he had a lot more to say. I lay in the darkness with my legs clamped together as he chatted about this and that. My answers were becoming less intelligible so eventually he said I could go and stand in the bath and hold the phone by my pussy while I peed in the bath. Suddenly the urge went off. He has made me do this before, normally I have to pee in my panties but at least this time I was naked. Standing in the darkness, I could still feel the burn in my cheeks as I eventually let it go and it gushed into the bath.

It seems so strange to do these things but it turns me on so much as well but I was sent back to bed to go to sleep, not play.

Thursday

I woke up and rang him dead on 6.30, before I had even been to the bathroom. I used to do stuff first but now it is a rule that I ring him before anything else. I sat on the bed and chatted. He said he was still in bed so I lay down. He knew instantly and again I looked for the video camera as I sat back on the edge. Last night had taught me not to try and end the conversation but the urge to pee was just so strong so I stood up and said I was just going to the bathroom.

“SIT DOWN” he snapped. I did so quickly. “Right lie down, open your legs wide and play with your pussy, I want to hear you cum”.

When Miss did this with me, it took me 16 minutes to cum, as I just couldn’t relax. He was more insistent, “raise your pussy up, fuck it upwards, feel your pussy”. It took about three minutes but then I still wasn’t allowed to move, I had to wait while he finished the sexy story, he was telling me.

I was eventually dispatched to the bathroom with instructions to spank my pussy hard in the shower and then to spank it every hour till 6pm when I could phone and ask for permission to cum. I was also to rub my pussy for one minute each hour, so I spent the day in an agony of desire.

6pm came and I asked and I was allowed. YES YES YES

The worse punishment ever

2007-07-23T17:44:00.000Z

Saturday

I arrived at his house and it seemed like only a few minutes before i was over his knee getting a warm up spanking with his hand to prepare me for the bath brush to come. I was grateful for this act of kindness even though it felt more like punishment than a warm up.

i was then ordered to bend over the chair so i could receive the punishment requested by Miss. I hate the bath brush at the best of times and bent over the chair with Sirs hand in my back was just horrendous. In no time at all i was begging to be released and struggling against his hand on my back. I might as well not have tried to move as it didn't help any, it just made me out of breath.

When he was good and ready, i was dispatched to the corner to kneel in the presenting position, bum well exposed, head and breasts right down. I was making a lot of noise, not crying but wounded animal kind of noises and i was soon told to be quiet.

In the silence, i heard him go upstairs and i could hear him moving about. Then i heard the shower be turned on and my stomach dropped. Surely he wasn't going to leave me here while he had a shower. He was and i was devastated. I love showering with him, more than anything in the world and i didn't want to be in the corner like a naughty girl, i wanted to be up there having my hair washed.

I sat up indignantly. My first thought was to run upstairs and ask him what an earth he thought he was doing. Second thought was to pack my bag and go, i had driven through hell and high water to get there and i wasn't even allowed a shower. I was very close to tears as i sat there, in complete disbelief that he could be so mean to me.

Taking some calming submissive breaths, i started to read a brochure to take my mind of what was happening upstairs.

"KATIE, get back into position right now"

the yell from the bathroom had me scurrying back into position. How the hell had he known??

I stayed in position for what he maintains was half an hour but i know was longer as i had my watch on!!!!!!. he called me to my feet and i stood in front of him, eyes downcast.

"whats the matter baby" he asked.

I nearly cried again as i muttered "you showered without me Sir"

He smiled "yes, because you were a naughty girl, and they get to kneel in the corner"

I am sad to say that i sulked. I have never had the nerve to sulk or even pout for more than 10 seconds but i was so hurt i sulked big time.

Even being taken out to the car to go shopping with him didn't stop me. I sat in the car and glared out of the window, every now and then turning my glare on him.

"you can stop looking at me like that" he warned. I was still so mad, i did it again. This time his patience with me ran out.

"take your panties off and spread your legs"

I may have been sulking but i knew better than to disobey.

SMACK SMACK. His hand landed on the insides of my thighs over and over again. I was soon begging for him to stop as inner thighs are just so tender. When they were bright red, I was allowed to put my panties back on and close my legs.

I stopped sulking but i was still hurt inside.

I should add that i did confess to him before i went home about the kneeling up and reading. I was rewarded with an even harder bath brush spanking, pinned down with my hands and legs held.

Sir is back

2007-07-18T12:41:00.000Z

Sir arrived back in UK late Monday night and rang me on the way home from the airport. It is weird but I felt better even though he is still 140 miles away. We chatted about his experiences at the airport before he told me to get some sleep as i had work in the morning. I tried to be a thoughtful sub and said that i would text him at 6.30 instead of ringing him.

"have the rules changed katie?, how come no one told me?"

Needless to say, i back tracked pretty quick and it was understood very clearly on my behalf that he would tell me when something was going to be different.

I slept soundly as it was the first night for a week that i was not tethered by my ankle or wrist or both. I vaguely heard the belly dance music and i gradually surfaced. It took milliseconds to work out that if he was ringing me then i must have overslept. I glanced at my phone as i answered it.

"what time is it katie"

"6.43 Sir", i whispered trying desperately to surface through the fog of sleep

"were you still asleep"

"yes Sir", i admit.

He says it is not a good start and he will have to think of something to do to me but that "you will definitely be going to bed early tonight young lady".

There is something so childish in being sent to bed. He has done it before on two occasions. Once it was just a one off night, another time it was for a whole week. Both for getting up late and i just hated it.

He asked me if i understood and i said "mmm". He must have been in an exceptionally good mood as he simply commented that it was high time i got spanked as I was getting out of control.

I think it was at this point, that i got unsettled to start with. He is normally so strict that to get away with a mmm and an undisclosed early bedtime after the previous week of not being able to breath for fear of retribution was unnerving.

I had a stressful morning at work and i was just waiting for lunch time so i could talk to him and he would calm me down. But when i rang at lunch, he wasn't answering. I left a voice mail and then rang again, and then again. I was getting panicky at this point as i had posted the comments about my thoughts with Miss and he would have seen the emails and things. What if he didn't want to see me any more. What if he thought i liked Miss better. What if the thing he wanted to think about while he was on holiday, was that he didn't want me any more. I had got myself in a right stress so when my desk started vibrating, i risked my mangers wrath and took the phone into the stair well. He was reassuringly normal, he had been sorting his stuff out and had been to the dentist, and he was putting the pictures of his holiday onto his computer. He hadn't read his emails yet but was going to later.

I was reassured but i felt like there was something missing, i wasn't sure what it was but i felt lost somehow but not in a way that i knew i was lost. Very unsettling and i didn't have chance to tell him how my day was going.

The afternoon was even worse and i was very glad to get away from work and to the sanctity of the car so i could ring him. I know this sounds like i spend my entire life wanting to talk to him but its not like that, he just has this knack of making me feel like i can achieve anything when i speak to him and it always calms me down when we speak properly. Anyway, i rang and there was no answer again. I felt the same sense of lostness again and yet there is nothing that unusual about him not being instantly available when ever i want him.

I went into the supermarket to buy some mint tea for my diet and then tried again to ring. This time he answered. He had read his emails, yes he liked his cards, yes i would have to wait and see what he thought about them and yes he was watching a film with his daughter. He told me to ring him later and hung up.

The drive home was OK but i felt like i had been dismissed as an irritation and my feelings of unease increased. On arriving home, i made my soup and went on the computer. I checked my emails and there wasn't one from Sir. I can only plead misery from my diet or something but to my horror, i burst into tears. In the daylight today as i write this, it seems so incredibly stupid but yesterday it seemed like the most important thing in the entire world.

So what does katie do, does she ring Sir and tell him she feels lost and forgotten or does she continue to think stupid thoughts and get herself all upset. yes, you've guessed it, I proceed to make myself feel more miserable.

Eventually i cant fight the urge to speak to him again so i ring up. He can tell by my voice that i am moping but he is busy so I am told, he will ring when he has finished and to smile. I tried to obey, i really did but i just wanted to talk to him or for him to tell me what time i had to go to bed. Even the text he sent "hello good girl, smile X" couldn't cheer me up. Normally an out of the blue "good girl" would have had me doing cartwheels but i just couldn't lift this cloud of gloom.

I chatted on YIM with Miss and tried to be upbeat and positive. I don't think i fully succeeded as she was more caring than she sometimes is but as Sir was back in control , she didn't make me do anything or force the issue, like she would have done the previous night. It was then that i realised what it was i wanted. I wanted to be put in my place, to be told that i wasn't the centre of attention, that i should wait patiently till he was ready to talk to me.

When he did ring back, i was still moping but i managed to ask him again if he liked my cards. He said didn't i get his card that he sent in return. Obviously i didn't so he described it and said he would send it again. I should have been happy right??? but no, self destruct katie was now pissed off that he sent it to the wrong address. If ever anyone needed a good slap, it was me, especially as he then checked his emails from Miss. The details are not important here, but now i decided to throw jealousy into the mixing pot so when he said good bye so he could email her i was in a complete fit of wanting to stamp my feet and throw things and generally be a spoilt brat.

The card calmed me down a little bit when it came through and chatting to CJ helped but by ten to ten i had had enough and i just wanted the day to end. It didn't help to know that Miss was texting Sir in her sub role (you really need to be more careful Miss) and that she was begging not to have her pussy whipped. I wanted my pussy whipping, i wanted to be dominated, not just constantly put to one side. I sent a text saying good night and got one straight back. He didn't even ask why it was early so i threw the phone across the room and lay on my bed.

By ten o'clock the urge to ring despite my sulking was too great and i fetched the phone and rang. He was pleasant, as he had been all day. He reminded me that i was going to see him on Friday to get the punishment from the watch and that which Miss had asked for Even the thought of this didn't help so he told me to go to sleep. I asked why as it was only ten o'clock. he reminded me that i was going to bed early. I was convinced that he had forgotten so i was moody again and muttered about not wanting to go to bed.

"GET IN BED NOW" I jumped at his voice and quickly got back into bed and said good night like a good girl. BUT i was not feeling like a good girl, I was still mega pissed off, when i got a text from Miss. "leave me a voice mail and tell me how you feel right now", i was even more cheesed off and started crying again

I rang and said i was fine, just tired and was going to sleep well. I tried to sound normal but i was fighting back tears. She sent me a good night text and i tried to settle down to go to sleep. Unknown to me, Miss had alerted Sir to the fact that i was crying so he rang me again.

I tried to sound rational and normal and not like a spoilt brat but i just found it so hard to say that i was just missing the attention, of going from total control to being left to one side. I really don't want him to think of me as pathetic or needy or attention seeking or spoilt. He reassured me that he never thought i was pathetic and that he always wanted to know what i was thinking. He said maybe he should have asked Miss to look after me for another day so i wouldn't have had the complete change as he had been very busy that day.

I was liking him saying these things as i was feeling better but then he said "what have you been told about your feelings". The quiver in my stomach came rushing back as i realised this was not just going to be about making katie feel better. It was going to be what i had wanted all day but now most surely didn't want. I muttered that i was supposed to tell him how i felt. He demanded to know why i hadn't, and i just had no answer. He lectured me for some time as to the stupidity of getting myself all worked up when i should have just rang him and said i was disappointed about the card and that i needed some attention. I pretty much said "yes Sir" and "no Sir" and sniffled like a little child.

"you will put in your journal that when you come to see me on Friday, you are going to get your thighs spanked, and you will also put that if this happens again, it will be with the bath brush, and if it should even happen after that then the cane will be used on the thighs front and back as well"

I am not sure what exactly came out of my mouth but somehow i uttered the dreaded word "no" not once but twice. "i see, two no's without a Sir, lets make it the inside of your thighs as well. make sure you write it up in your journal".

Subs are such strange creatures, all day i had been wanting attention and now i still wasn't happy. I had posted earlier that i don't act up for attention anymore, and in this case i didn't either but i also didn't follow a very important rule, that i have to tell him how i feeling. In the past i would have just been naughty till he gave me attention, this time i bottled it all up. End result, several hours of feeling shit and now a thigh spanking that i didn't want.

I don't want all the other punishments that i am going to get this weekend but i still had to listen to him outlining each thing that was going to happen. Somethings are secret like what position he is going to attack my thighs in but overall a very vivid resume of my forthcoming punishments. It made me feel very submissive and very calm and i could have kicked myself for putting myself through so much whe all i had to do was open my mouth.

He then told me that i was to wear no panties the next day and that i was to wear the ribbons on my nipples. He asked me if that made me feel better and was i Ok now. I was totally OK, and i wanted to tell him how wonderful he was but I am not very good at that either so maybe that's another lesson i need to learn.

So to summarise to myself, if you feel shit, tell him. You wont get what you want , just because you want it, but at least it is out there in discussion land. If you feel like you need control, say so, you have done it before and it helped ground you.

Thoughts on my training with Miss

2007-07-16T18:11:00.000Z

This was an assignment that i was given at the close of my weeks training with Miss. I was supposed to email it her by 10pm on Sunday night. I was very uncomfortable with the idea of documenting my feelings as i felt that by praising Miss i was in some way disrespecting Sir. But equally i didn't want to write negative things as I didn't want her to be offended or for Sir to think i wasn't being grateful.

This dilemma prayed on my mind so i turned to role playing and chatting on YIM to put it out of my head. The result of this complete denial of the task was to suddenly realise it was five past ten and i was still on line and visible to her AND that i had not even started my task. She was not amused and I will be punished by Sir as well as the punishment i endured from her over night.

So here it is, My thoughts on my training with Miss

When i was told that Miss was going to be looking after me for a week, i was filled with trepidation. I was not sure if i would be able to do the things she wanted with no physical contact.

Also, and this is not a criticism. I have got into a comfy routine with Sir. I have rules and boundaries, and i follow them. I rarely break a rule as he has found a range of deterrents that i really don't like. I have also discovered that there is nothing better than being called his good girl and that i much prefer the praise to the deterrents. So i know i am his sub but it doesn't get mentioned all the time, it is just in the background; for when he wants to play with me and make me do something i don't like. Quite often he will give me tasks to do during the day which i love even though it usually means i am sexually frustrated all day but on the whole we are comfy with our roles (perhaps i should say, I am comfy as i should not presume to speak for him). This is a major step forward for me. before i used to break the rules and demand his attention. If he didn't talk "Dom" to me, i felt cheated and i used to act up on purpose to get punished. I even once lied to him and told i had done something when i hadn't, just because i wanted to see him so badly. So the thought of going back to a high level of control with a demanding regime was nerve racking.

When i received my first timetable, i was horrified. I wasn't even going to be allowed to pee when i wanted to. However i consoled myself with the knowledge that i would not be going for a drive with her, so she would not be able to make me pee by the side of the road. ( i need to find out how to put a link in and if i need to ask permission to do it). I decided that i was going to try really hard so that both Sir and Miss would be proud of me.

Despite struggling with the toilet aspect (left to myself i would go every hour), i did actually enjoy the complete level of control. Every minute was spent thinking about my submission and pleasing Miss (and Sir) with my obedience. My submission was right at the top of the agenda and i loved the attention and the quiver i got in my tummy when the phone bleeped.

I believe that during the coming week, i am going to have to write about each aspect in detail so suffice it to say that i did not enjoy a lot of what i was made to do, but i did enjoy being made to do it, when it was all over. I just love being dominated and humiliated in the sense that i hate it but i love that i am made to do it.

Miss said the purpose of the week was to make me appreciate Sir and to remind me of my submission to him. I can honestly say, i have never thought about him as much as i have this week. As i placed the last peg on my pussy, or fucked my arse with the vibrator or knelt naked in the car or worse stood naked outside the car counting to 100, he was right at the front of my mind. I could imagine him looking at me and i liked to think that he was proud of his girl for being so obedient for him.

So, i want to thank you Miss for taking the time to train me and return me to Sir with a higher level of of submission. And i am so sorry that i let you both down by not writing this on time.

Day 4 - Intensive training with Miss

2007-07-14T20:35:00.000Z

I was dreading Thursday!!! Miss knew that I was at home all day waiting for my internet to be sorted out so I was at her mercy. I had been told that my toilet schedule would remain in place but that I would not be required to wear the reminder belt as she had lots in store for my pussy and my arse.

I got up as usual at 6.30 am, I had been awake for ages as I needed the loo but before going I rang Sir as I had been in trouble numerous times since he went away for not ringing on time. He was having breakfast in36 degree heat and I was about to have a cold shower. Sometimes I wonder if being a sub is all it is cracked up to be.

Shower complete, pussy made smooth again and I was ready for my instructions. I had a sinking feeling as I was told to lay out on the bed, the enema bottle, the two butt plugs, two vibraters, two sets of anal beads and the bath brush. The plugs and dildos were to be laid out in order of thickness which gave me a clue as to what was coming. I took a photo and sent it to her and was therefore surprised to be told to go into the living room with a third vibrater (in the middle of the other two in order of thickness).

I had already been told that I was to spend the day naked and would only be allowed to put on a short silk nightie when the workman came so I lay in the middle of the floor as instructed.

“Put your legs in the air and spread them wide, lift your bottom right up so that Sir will be able to see your pussy and your arse hole”. I hate this position, it shows off everything and it is hard to keep your legs still as your pussy and arse are tormented or while you are getting spanked or caned. When I first met Miss, this was the position she put me in, kneeling next to me and holding one leg while she spanked me with the bath brush and played relentlessly with my clit.

This time however I was alone as I was ordered to insert the vibrater (rabbit type) and fuck my pussy really hard with it while imagining that Sir was sitting watching my performance. It occurred to me that I have never masturbated in front of him as an order. I quite often am allowed to do it as part of sex but he has never actually sat and watched me or ordered me to do it for his entertainment.

My pussy and clit were getting a good hard fuck as I imagined how mortified and embarrassed I would be if he was there watching. Miss listened to my climax and reported that she was pleased with me so far.

An hour later and I am told to fill up the bottle and inset the contents into my anus and then to put in the little plug and to lie on my bed and wait further instructions.

Until a few weeks ago, my overriding fear with anything anal was the possibility of mess. As a nurse I knew just too much of what goes on back there and for 18 years I have been freaked out by the whole concept. Sir, of course is not bothered that I find it scary, I am his sub so therefore I accept his cock in my arse and I will say thank you afterwards.

However, I did get genuinely scared and he usually had to hold me down and be very dominant as I really hated it. Loved the idea, but hated the reality. Anyway I read a blog (lil girl) and she had the same fear so bought a small bottle enema and cleaned her back passage, just the way she would any other part of her body. It was an amazing moment, why had I never thought of that, I had tried laxatives but I got cramps so didn’t try again.

I bought a bottle, stuff I had used regularly at work and tried it. I gave myself three rinses at my own pace and then borrowing another nursing tip, took some Imodium. So when I went to see Sir for the Tale of Two days, I had a squeaky clean bowel. The difference to how I felt was amazing. I was still scared of the pain but the knowledge that I was clean just helped so much and I was the most willing I have ever been for him.

So to get back to today, I am a complete convert of self administered cleansing bowel prep, but I was not at all keen on doing it at someone else’s instruction. I managed a paltry two minutes the first time before I was begging to be allowed up. The second time, half an hour later I as told I could go as soon as I had orgasmed. Lying on the bed, desperate to move is not the sexiest thing in the world but I knew if I wanted to be allowed up, I would have to be obedient. It took a few minutes but I was a good girl eventually.

The third time, another half hour later and there is no urgency at all, just a sense of cleanliness.

I am left in peace for an hour or so before being ordered to the bed to lie on my left side. Miss is a firm believer that all subs should be completely anal aware and that as the arse hole belongs to Sir, I should be completely accepting of whatever he decides to do to me.

I was told to pick up the thick black vibrater and imagine asking Sir to fuck my arse with it. I just couldn’t do it. It was way too thick to even think about. Miss was not pleased with my reticence and told me to stop being a baby, and that I would be going out on Saturday to purchase something much bigger.

She made me insert the little butt plug and to tell her what it felt like. It is not much thicker than a finger and with no mess worries, it felt quite nice. I was allowed to massage my right nipple as I lay there.

When I was nice and relaxed, I was told to change to the big plug. Again nothing too scary as I only purchased ones which I felt able to cope with. I was told to take the bath brush and spank hard on the centre of my cheeks so that the plug would be forced into my arse. I was not keen on this but I obeyed.

Next was the blue jelly vibrater. This was not purchased with bottoms in mind and I was breathing hard as I tried to insert it. Doing things you don’t like to yourself, is even harder I think than having someone do it too you. At least then, you give up all control and are a passive recipient. Forcing it into your own tight hole against your own body’s desires is very hard.

I managed to get it in but I was very uncomfy although not actually in pain. I held onto it tightly as I fucked my arse with it. I didn’t want to take it out as I knew what was coming next.

When it did come out, I was told to feel myself and see how different my anus was compared to when we started. It felt very moist and open but I was still terrified as I took the last vibrater.

My body just closed down and I could not insert it. Just feeling it at the entrance made my body spasm. At this point I thought I was going to fail and not be able to submit my body. Miss was not sympathetic and again told me to stop acting like a child and to obey at once.

I pushed the vibrater in a little way but the pain was just too much. If it had been Sirs cock, I could have tolerated it but making me cause myself so much pain was just frightful. Miss was having none of this baby ness and kept telling me to put it right in and tell her how it felt. I pushed it in and tried deep breathing to relax as it stretched me so completely.

I am not going to say it felt good, but the feeling of being a good girl, felt good. I had this horror of it being sucked inside me and having to go to A and E so I held tight to it as I was told to fuck myself.

Miss didn’t want me to cum at this point so I was told to clean everything and lay them out ready for later.

An hour later and I am back on my side. I am told to feel myself and see how the hole has closed up and then I am told to take the blue vibrater and push it straight in (I was allowed a miniscule bit of lube, which I never get when Sir uses me). I did as I was told and was ready for the command to put the black one in next. Again it took me a few efforts before I could get it in but I was rewarded with a good girl as I fucked myself again.

I am sure you can all guess what happened on the next hour. The black vibrater was to go straight in and no wussing about this time. This time I did it first time and I was allowed to cum with it in place. I had a huge sense of pride that I had done I was expected too, even from long distance control.

If I had expected that to be it, I was disappointed. When the workmen were busy in my flat, I was ordered to go and put it in again and cum again while they fitted my internet on the other side of the internal wall. I begged and pleaded that they would hear me and what if they wanted me while I was doing it. It all fell on deaf ears so I found myself trying to orgasm as quietly as possible while I could hear them so close to me. It took me a while but I got there eventually.

a sexy story

2007-07-07T19:44:00.000Z

The first half of this story was written by someone else. I have no idea who but if you happen to know please let me know so i can acknowledge them as it is wonderful. I used the lust that i felt after reading it to create my humble half which was written as a punishment exercise.

She stood in the corner with her nose rubbing against the paint on the wall. The order of her mistress was still stinging in her ears, "Nose, tits, and toes against the wall!" Sarah squirmed as her nipples hardened as the coldness of the wall chilled her breasts. Time seemed like it had stopped as she waited for her punishment which she knew was going to be severe. Her anticipation of her fate grew all day long as she prepared herself.

At lunch, she made a pilgrimage to Anne Summers where she purchased some black stockings, a black suspender belt, and a sheer black open nipple bra. The girl smiled at her while she bought them probably thinking that she was planning for a wild night of sex of with her lover. But Sarah knew that her afternoon would be one of embarrassment and the pain of a spanking over the knee of her mistress.

When Sarah got home, she nibbled on a few vegetables before she began her preparations. She slowly crawled into a hot shower and picked up a bottle of shower gel. She filled her hand with the slippery liquid before she spread it over her pussy. Her public hair was already light and fluffy after several waxings that spring, but she wanted it completely smooth and hairless to make her mistress happy. She carefully shaved her pussy clean wondering if she would be allowed to cum that afternoon after her punishment. Sarah spread more gel between her butt cheeks and after bending over in the most obscene fashion, she shaved her asshole clean and smooth.Sarah could feel her wetness growing as she rubbed the shower gel over her large firm breasts. But she knew that her pleasure would have to wait, if she was even allowed any pleasure, until her punishment was completed.

Before exiting the shower, Sarah picked up the small box that her mistress had sent her. It contained a peppermint douche that always gave Sarah mixed feelings. As she spread her pussy lips apart and inserted the nozzle, Sarah thought of how she loved feeling the strap on slide into her that her mistress used to fuck her. Sarah gasped as she squeezed the peppermint douche solution into her pussy. The first sensation was a burning feeling followed by a continual tingling sensation that was actually quite enjoyable.Sarah dried herself off and put on the stockings and suspenders. She caressed her nipples through her bra as she looked at herself in the mirror. She hoped her sexy appearance in some way would mitigate the punishment she was about to receive.

She put on her coat and walked out the door.While she was on the train to her mistress, she saw many people on the journey. She wondered to herself if anyone knew what she had on under her coat. As her high heals clicked along the platform, her stomach began to churn as she feared what was going to come next.

Sarah stopped for a second as she approached the door of her mistress. The taxi journey had been way too quick. She feared the pain that knew was coming, but found herself drawn to it all in way that she could not describe or resist.

Before she had even knocked at the hotel door, it opened and her mistress ordered her to remove her coat and get into position.Sarah’s back ached as stood in the uncomfortable position against the wall. She finally heard her mistress come into the room. As Sarah’s breathing increased she heard her mistress begin the preparations for her punishment. Then her mistress called out to her, "Come here young lady!"

Sarah turned and saw her mistress sitting in the chair that she had placed in the centre of the room holding the dreaded hairbrush. A tear filled Sarah’s eyes as she stood next to her mistress knowing that her bottom would soon feel the fearful sting of the brush. Her mistress reached up and grabbed Sarah’s nipple and pulled her over her lap. This was the position that her mistress loved to see Sarah in. Miss looked down at the whiteness of her sub's bottom that was outlined by her stockings and suspender’s. Miss began adjusting Sarah’s position so that her breasts rested against her outer thigh.Miss loved the feel of her sub's large breasts against her leg. She also had poor Sarah spread her legs a bit. This gave her mistress a good view of her tight brown anus and slightly moist labia.

While Miss enjoyed her view, she knew she had a job to do. She raised the hairbrush high into the air and brought it down with a hard smack right on the crease between Sarah’s butt cheek and thigh. Sarah let out a loud yelp as the sting ran through her bottom and a large red splotch appeared on her backside. Her mistress loved her sub's reaction as the poor girl tried to clench her cheeks to reduce the sting of the first smack. Her mistress raised the brush again and gave her underling a series of two dozen hard smacks. Twelve strokes on each side in almost exactly the same location. Sarah squirmed as the fire in her bottom grew.

Her mistress loved the way her poor sub's breasts jiggled against her leg as she listened to the yelps and crying of the suffering young woman. Sarah’s legs kicked up in the air wildly exposing her innermost places as the spanking continued. As Sarah’s bottom turned dark red from the intense spanking she wailed in pain and agony. Tears flowed freely down her face and dripped on the floor where they mingled with the spittle that fell from her pained crying mouth. This only caused her mistress to spank even harder and within minutes Sarah was babbling incoherently and thrashing about like a wounded animal on the lap of her mistress. As bruises started to form on her bottom, Miss gave Sarah twelve very hard smacks that made her sub howl and panic in extreme pain.

But as Sarah lay over her mistress lap crying and wailing up a storm, her discipline was not over. Miss applied a very thin layer of Vicks to the handle of the hairbrush. As she took two fingers and spread Sarah’s butt cheeks apart, Sarah screamed for mercy, but her mistress forced the handle of hairbrush into her tight anus inserting up to the bristles of the brush. Miss grabbed Sarah’s hair and dragged her off of her lap before stood up and looked at her crying sub that was left kneeling on the floor. Her mistress reached down and taking her thumb and forefinger pinched her

Miss pulled her sub by the nipples over the corner where she made Sarah stand with her nose, tits and toes against the wall with her hands behind her head. Poor Sarah’s bottom was on fire and her tears and sobs caused her tits and ass to jiggle to the delight of her punisher.Sarah's sobbing gradually reduced as she forced her body into the corner as instructed.

My bit now, not as good but hey, i am trying

Miss smiled at the sight of her sub so eager to stay in position. When the punishment was over, she would make sure that Sarah knew just how much she loved her despite her naughtiness.

A knock on the door had Sarah squeaking in alarm but Miss ignored her as she opened the door. George entered and enveloped Camilla in a big hug, tipping her face up so he could kiss her deeply. She responded by hugging tightly and using her tongue to prolong the kiss.Sarah sighed; she was still unsure how she felt about sharing her Mistress with a man.

“I take it my adorable little Sarah has been a naughty little girl then Camilla”Sarah reddened as her Mistress described her behaviour. George shook his head in disappointment.“Is her punishment complete, can we get on with your birthday present or do we need to finish dealing with this young lady?”

“I think a dozen with the belt and the cane should finish it off quite nicely. Would you mind doing it while I fix some drinks?”Sarah whimpered as she heard this but she came over to stand before George when he called her over. She put her hands on head as indicated and kept her eyes downcast as he surveyed her.“Get naked now” he ordered.

Trembling and embarrassed she removed her bra and stockings.“Get over my knee”Sarah was torn between wanting to hide her pussy and not wanting to be spanked but a quick look at the mans face had her diving over his knee in record time. She tried to lie still as his hands stroked her red and bruised bottom.“I owe you a spanking don’t I young lady. It is not acceptable to call me names and jump to conclusions is it Sarah. I think a good hard spanking on your thighs will teach you a little more respect”.

Camilla came and stood behind her subs twitching bottom as she listened to her desperate apology and plea not to be spanked. George continued to stroke her bottom, teasing her with what was to come. Camilla took hold of her subs cheeks and forced them apart, spreading them wide open for George to view Sarah's tight little arse hole. Sarah tried to clench but a hard smack on her lower buttock caused her to cry out and relax reluctantly. Camilla took the butt plug that had been in the freezer and inserted it into the now struggling girls arse.

George smiled as he easily kept the girl in position as she tried to fight the icy cold intruder in her most intimate place.Camilla’s voice was sharp as she said “I expect you to show Sir the same respect that you show me, so lay still, feel my displeasure in your arse hole and feel Sirs displeasure on your thighs”

The spanks when they finally came were hard and relentless. Sarah bucked and writhed as they landed. The ice in her arse contrasting with the burn on her thighs and the throbbing in her bottom. George made sure her legs were well spanked and red before he let her crawl off his knee.“Kneel in the corner, head down, bottom right up and keep perfectly still”Sarah cried quietly as she knelt. She could feel the plug in her bottom, stretching her wide as her arse was displayed to George and Camilla.

George took Camilla in his arms “so is the birthday girl ready for her birthday spanking”. “Shush” whispered Camilla looking over to Sarah.George smiled “young Sarah knows that even dommes are entitled to a good girl spanking on their birthdays. And it will also serve to show her what can happen to good little subs as she thinks about the caning and belting she has yet to come”

Camilla nodded agreement as she let George kiss her as his hands unfastened her blouse and slipped it off. She stood still as he smoothed his hands over her breast in her lacy bra. Her head arched back in pleasure as his fingers massaged her breasts through the material.“Take it off” murmured George as he nuzzled her ear. Camilla was already breathing hard as she obeyed his instruction. She stroked his hair as he bent his head to suck hard on one nipple and then the other.

Sarah could hear her Mistress making soft sounds of pleasure as her sub knelt alone in her corner. She could hear Georges whistle of appreciation as Camilla removed the rest of her clothes and stood naked in front of George.“Mmm very nice baby” George sat on the chair and Camilla sat astride him so he could easily access her erect and protruding nipples. She moaned in pleasure as his tongue caressed the flesh. Her fingers found there way down to her clit and she touched herself gently as the sucking and biting became more intense.

Picking her up, George lay Camilla on the bed. Keeping her legs spread open he nibbled his way down to her naked shaven pussy. Camilla pushed it up to him as she felt his tongue start to explore her clit. Her moans of pleasure got louder and Sarah tried to shut her ears to the sounds as George delved deeper and deeper into the soft inviting pussy. Inserting a couple of fingers into the open pussy and fucking her gently, George soon had Camilla crying out as she climaxed noisily onto his fingers with his tongue still working on her clit.

Camilla lay panting looking a little embarrassed as George came and lay next to her and kissed her. She could taste her juices on his face and she kissed him hard eager to taste every last drop.George let her relax into his arms for a while, enjoying her soft body close to him. He could see Sarah's kneeling form and he knew that this was a harsh punishment for her but one which he was enjoying immensely.

He raised himself up so he was sitting and guided Camilla over his knee, her body resting on the bed.He looked down at her pure white bottom, so different from Sarah's red and marked one. He gently started to spank her. Just enough for her to feel but not with any force. Camilla sighed with pleasure and pushed her bottom up, eager for more.“Harder Sir,” she whispered as she felt the heat in her clit start to grow. George kept her waiting with the soft spanks until he was good and ready before starting to apply a little more pressure.

“Oh yes sir, that is lovely” moaned Camilla as she humped his leg, looking for release.“Put your finger on your clit and make your self cum little one”Camilla was swift to obey and she massaged her clit roughly as she fucked onto her finger and pushed her bottom up for more spanks.

George could see that Sarah in the corner was turned on by the sounds that she was hearing as she too was moving her hips, using the butt plug as an aid to her own desires.Camilla gasped as the spanks got harder still but in no time she was shrieking as her orgasm overtook her.

George caressed her bottom gently as she tried to control her ragged breathing. “Good girl,” he praised as she raised her bottom to him again, asking him for more.Reaching over he picked up the hair brush. “Lift that arse up higher now Camilla and fuck your fingers for me”. The sting of the brush took Camilla’s breath away and she tried to turn round and see what was happening.

“Head down baby and think about your clit”.The spanking was much harder but Camilla was so into the moment that she barely noticed as she fucked and fucked, presenting her bottom high each time for the brush. Sarah could hardly bare it when she heard the sounds that told her that her Mistress had climaxed again.

George rolled over onto his back and guided the still high Camilla towards his hard, throbbing cock. She needed no second invitation and took it deep into her mouth. Kneeling by his side so he could continue playing with her pussy she licked and sucked and played with his balls with her hands. George let out a deep groan of pleasure as she took the full length into her mouth. Her head bobbing up and down as she wriggled her pussy towards his fingers.

Sarah was nearly sobbing with frustration as she heard the sounds of pleasure behind her. She knew that she was not allowed to cum until given permission and she knew that if she disturbed them to ask that she would be in severe trouble.

George could feel his needs growing so he put Camilla on all fours and entered her soaking wet pussy from behind. Her bottom bounced against his tummy and he could feel the heat as skin touched skin.“Fuck me Sir” begged Camilla “harder Sir, spank me sir, please”

Camilla had her head down on the bed as Georges cock forced into her pussy with relentless force and his hands spanked first one rosy cheek and then the other. It was not long before Camilla was on the verge of cumming again. George felt her climax grow and he spurted into her.

The pair lay side by side in pleasurable exhaustion. Camilla called Sarah over to them and pointed to her pussy and Georges cock.“You may lick us clean Sarah, Sir first and then me”

Sarah swallowed hard and whispered “yes Mistress” as she gently licked the mingled juices from George who kissed Camilla and ignored the girl caressing his cock. Sarah tried not to mind as she was moved to her mistress’s pussy and she tasted the spunk that was there. She performed her duties and was then dispatched to bring drinks for the two dominants.

When she returned Camilla was laid on her tummy while George had redressed and was holding the belt between his fingers.He pointed to the chair “bend over Sarah, lets get this punishment finished”

Sarah cringed as he pulled the plug from her bottom and took it into the bathroom. Returning he stood beside her and asked “did your mistress have a nice present Sarah?”

“Yes sir” whispered Sarah. “Well that’s what happens to good girls, bad girls gets their bottoms belted”.

George delivered the twelve strokes quickly, barely giving Sarah time to breath let alone protest. After the last one he made no move to stop her as she stood up and hopped around the room, tears streaming down her face.

He gave a few moments before picking up the cane and pointing to the chair.Camilla raised herself from the bed and pushed Sarah's head deep down onto the chair. “Remember Sarah” she said “good girls get nice sexy spanking with lots of pleasure; naughty girls just get a hard caning”

Sarah did not answer as the cane bit into her bottom. Camilla smiled at George as she held the girl down. “Do you think she is leaning a lesson Sir” she asked as the cane rose and fell. “I think so Camilla” he agreed as he watched Camilla’s breasts bouncing with the effort of keeping Sarah in position.

At last the caning was over and Sarah was allowed to stand up. She looked so sad and dishevelled that Camilla held her arms out to her. Sarah let herself be hugged as she sobbed onto her Mistresses naked shoulder.

Camilla guided her sub onto the bed and they lay there together. George joined them. One on either side of the distraught girl, they stroked her head and cuddled up to her, making her feel special and loved, knowing that they only disciplined her because they loved her. George and Camilla’s eyes met above the subs head and they smiled. It was a hard job being a Dom but someone had to do it.

2007-07-07T18:36:00.000Z

This was actually before the entry called a tale of two days but i just wanted to get some stuff posted.

Tuesday was a shit day for me, Sir had told me at lunchtime that Miss had been told to self spank in a horse box in a lay-by. It sounded so wonderfully erotic that I was consumed by jealousy. I wanted to have a task to do but when I suggested it, I was treated to the full on lecture about Doms making the decisions and that subs did not make suggestions. I had put the phone down with a pout on my face and I spent the afternoon feeling sorry for myself.

I was still in a mood when I finished work so I decided that I would not ring Sir as I am supposed to, that I would wait for him to ring me. The drive home was horrible, I was still jealous but now I had added disobedience to the mix and I was getting twitchy as it made me feel so bad as it was months since I had deliberately gone out of my way to be naughty.
I went to my slimming class on the way home, I lost one and a half pounds so the lady couldn’t understand why I was crying. I was still angry but my disobedience was scaring me, as were my feelings of having let him down through not losing more weight (I had stayed the same for two weeks).

I am supposed to ring as soon as I have been weighed but by now I was too upset so I just went home. During my dinner the phone rang but I put it on silent as I could not bring myself to talk to him. I honestly don’t know what was up with me, I was mad at him for treating Miss differently, I was mad at myself for getting myself into a situation that I was never going to win and I was scared that he would be disappointed in me.

I eventually rang his number. I should have known he was going to be annoyed as I had been stroppy at lunch and failed to ring as instructed on two occasions. However when he simply answered
“well”
It took me by surprise and in my moody state I responded “well what”.
There was a silence, maybe neither of us could believe what I had just said and the tone I had used.
“what have you got to say for yourself”
Now I was annoyed cause he hadn't told me off so I said
“what do you want me to say"

This time he simply hung up and would not talk to me. I was absolutely distraught as I really thought I would never be able to speak to him to apologise and that everything was over for ever. I tried to ring him but there was no response until my usual bedtime when I was able to sob out my apology.
“why” he wanted to know, what had sparked this outburst of bad behaviour. I admitted to the jealousy I had been feeling and how I felt I had failed him with not losing more weight.
If I expected sympathy, it was not coming as I have strict instructions to be more open with my feelings and not to bottle them up.

The lecture that followed made me feel so stupid, all I had needed to do was tell him how I was feeling at lunchtime, even a text to say something. Instead of which I had just gone out of my way to act like a spoilt little brat.
He kept questioning me as to why I had kept it all in, and why I had been so rude. Eventually I explained that since we had been more friendly I had been missing the boundaries. That I didn’t really understand what was expected of me. Sometimes he would just tut at things that before I would have been punished for. In the past I was scared of being punished but now I was scared that he wouldn’t punish me. That he would either tut or walk away.

He reminded me of the email he had sent me that said he had gone to far to give up now and reminded me that I was his sub and that he was not going to tolerate such bad behaviour.
I had to write in my journal that I was going to receive two canings, one when I arrived and one the next day. I was also going to get a very severe spanking and that I would have both sets of nipple clamps put on my inner pussy lips. I was also instructed to wear the anal beads for work the next day so I could remember what being sub meant. That I was to obey my Dom in all things, not just the bits I wanted to do. And that expressing my feelings was not an option but a requirement.

Oh and also that speaking to him like I had done was completely out of order

I eventually went to sleep but it was not good nights sleep as I was just so disturbed by my behaviour. Next day at work, I was I went to sleep eventually but it was not a constantly reminded by the discomfort in my bottom that I had strayed a long way from the good girl path.
The next couple of days, I was quiet but made a determined effort not to be accused of sulking or feeling sorry for myself. A couple of times I tried to negotiate the severity of my impending punishment but I was told firmly that it was not allowed.
Friday afternoon found me on the phone and he decided that I should go and see him that evening so I would be there ready for when his daughter went to work on Saturday.
Suddenly the punishment was not in the future, it was now and I was scared.

I was told to leave at 6pm and to bring a wide selection of implements so he could choose which ones to use. I filled the bag with ones I knew he liked as well as some that had not been used for a while.
The drive seemed to take forever but I eventually got there at 9pm. I knocked on the door and was told to come in.
I stood nervously in the front room while he continued to watch the TV. Looking at me he stood up and strode over to me and turned my head sideways. I felt my tension ease a little as I realised that he thought I had cut my hair when it was actually in a ponytail.
“did you really think I had cut it “ I asked
“you had better not do” he growled

We had some food and chatted about various things although I really just wanted him to get on with it and just cane me. The waiting is so hard to bear and I had been waiting for several days.
Eventually I was told to kneel on his new coffee table. I like to think he bought it especially for me to kneel on as that makes me feel special.
I knelt with my head down and my new yellow knickers pulled up the centre of my arse while he gave me a few hard smacks with his hand. Not many as he had a sore finger so had already told me that he would be mainly using implements

Taking the cane, he asked me if I was ready. How do you answer that??
The first one always takes my breath away and I wonder how an earth I am going to stay in position. He was in no hurry with this caning. Taking his time to make nice decorative lines and to ask me difficult questions about my behaviour and to lecture me about my behaviour.
By the end I was having difficulty keeping still but it was amazing how even after that many strokes, it wore off so quickly afterwards.
This really bothers me, in the past after a hard caning like that, I would have been uncomfy for ages (days) but now I was able to sit comfy even an hour later.
This added to my depression as I need to feel my punishment and my fat arse just seems to absorb everything

We went to bed and I was still feeling quiet as I still had more punishment to come. I was in a quandary, I was scared that I would not feel it but I was also scared that I would feel it so much that I would cry and not be able to control my emotions.
I was told to lay on my side and I had my arse fucked. I love being fucked like this and he was quite gentle with me and even let me cum which was a nice surprise. I got to lay next to him afterwards for a while with my head on his chest, feeling very cared for before I was told to turn over, go to sleep and not even think about poking him in the back.

Saturday started at 6 am when I was informed that today was punishment day. I had to lay on my side again so he could fuck me, but this was no gentle fuck, this was a hair pulled tight, no prelims arse fucking with me not being allowed to make a sound and definitely not allowed to cum.
I curled up next to him when it was over and tried to lay quietly and listened to him talking about his past. It was very relaxing and I forgot that I was in trouble. My fingers strayed towards my nipple.
“what are you doing” he snapped.
I jumped “nothing sir”
The next moment he slapped my upper arm so hard I nearly screamed.
“are you allowed to say that?”

“no Sir” I gasped as the stinging in my arm made my eyes water. He took hold of my nipple and squeezed it really hard till I was begging him to released me. He did and squeezed the other one. My head was then forced down under the quilt so I could suck his cock.
Normally I love doing this but this was for punishment and it was hot under the quilt. He held my hair and forced me to take him right into my mouth till I was gagging. The more I struggled, the more he held me down until I had satisfied what he wanted.
It is weird how the same acts can be performed in so many different ways and have such a powerful effect on a person

We got up and went downstairs. I watched and got in the way while he cooked breakfast. I love watching him when I am there even if I do get told off for not doing anything. Breakfast was finished and we did a crossword puzzle while we were waiting for the all clear.
Eventually we were on our own and then the butterflies really started. I was told to go and get naked and lay on the bed and wait for him.
He came into the room and decided I needed to be over 4 pillows to really raise my bottom.
Tipping the contents of the back onto the floor he said “good you have bought lots, I think 18 with each one”

I was in a panic, not only were there five canes there plus straps and a riding crop. There was also the martinet. I had convinced myself that he would not use that as he was going to be caning me.
However I am not completely stupid so I kept my mouth shut and bore the punishment with as much quietness as I could. I was not very quiet as he was determined that I would never speak to him like that again. The riding crop and the bath brush were particurly effective especially as he covered all my thighs and every single edge of my bottom as well as the main bit.
I was more or less in control of myself when I felt the martinet on my back. Almost instantly I was sobbing and promising that I would never do anything naughty ever again.

He may have listened but it didn’t stop him whipping me as I cried and begged. I hate it so much as I have absolutely no control over myself when he uses it. I just want to run away or say “no” but I know he uses it cause it really gets through my defences.
When he was done whipping me, I was told to lay over his knee on the bed so he could use the over the knee cane. It hurt but it was also comforting to get back to my “comfort” zone.
This lasted for a few minutes and then I was ordered to lay on my back with my legs apart. Now I was terrified. I had convinced myself, that this next bit was a big bluff. That he would never actually fasten the clamps to my inner lips.

He took both sets of clamps and told me to hold onto the head board and keep my legs open. I was hyperventilating at the thought of it and when he attached the first one I was making so much noise and fuss. I can not describe the pain and I was really struggling to stay in place. His arms were leaning on my legs so I had no where to move to. When he attached the next one I was unable to keep my hands away and tried to push him away.
To begin with he pushed my hands away and got very stern with me, but then he allowed me to hold his thumb, I think with one hand while I gripped the bed head with the other.
It was strange how holding onto him so tightly made it almost bearable as eventually all four clamps were in place.

I lay there with the most unbelievable pain between my legs, holding tightly onto him while he asked me questions about my past behaviour and my future behaviour. I was completely focussed on the pain and was only barely able to answer and I am sure that some of my responses were not exactly what I would have said normally.
As a parting act, he fastens two clamps to my nipples, one to my clit and the other chain and told me to stand up. Getting off a bed with a sore arse is hard enough but when you have clamps in such painful places and they are all pulling on you then it is impossible.
I stood leaning against the wall feeling battered and bruised and very sorry for myself.
Removing the clamps, he told me to cheer up and we would have a shower

I was then sent downstairs to kneel naked in the corner while he sorted things out. My bum was throbbing and I was cold but I felt very peaceful as I knelt there. I swear he forgot about me as he was so busy but even my discomfort became relaxing.
Once I was allowed to get dressed, we spent a very nice afternoon watching TV. My fears of it not hurting had turned out to be completely groundless as I was completely unable to sit with any degree of comfort. I ate lunch standing, in fact every time he left the room I was on my feet but he did allow me to kneel and watch TV
I was allowed to kneel in front of him and rest my head on his chest which is probably my favourite position.

At some point in the afternoon I was sent upstairs to fetch his clothes brush. I was then told to bend over his knee on the settee. This was how he spanked me the very first time we met. My nose in the corner of the settee. One of his legs over mine and his hand holding mine behind my back. I love the feeling of complete helplessness, right up to when the brush lands for the first time and then I hate it.
He said it was fifty but I think it was much more and I was making my most determined effort yet to escape.
I then had to kneel up on the table facing him and I was allowed to lean on him while he played with my clit.
It was probably about 20 seconds till I came.

I was then told to lay on the table while he played with me some more. I love that table and I want to be tied to it and to be fucked on it and be spanked on it.
We went back to watching TV until it was nearly time for me to go when I decided to be very brave. I asked if I could possibly have my pussy played with before I went home.
To my astonishment I was told to go upstairs and lay on my back. He sat so his leg was under my very sore bum and he played very gently with my clit and my pussy. I must have cum about four times in quick succession and then I reached that place where it is just so nice that your body just relishes the sensations. He wanted me to cum again and I was getting a bit worried so he told me a story about Miss licking my pussy and surprisingly I came again very quickly!!

So then I got dressed, had lots of lovely hugs, packed my stuff and prepared to go home. Walking to the car was hard and he said I looked like an old lady,
Sitting down was even harder and the two hour journey was not comfy at all.
Sleeping that night was tummy only as even my sides hurt.
And now a week later I still have twinges and all my cane lines are still there.
BUT I am back to being a good girl and that is how I want to stay.

2007-07-07T18:02:00.000Z

A Tale of Two Days

It was Wednesday and I was in bed making my good night phone call to Sir. He opened the conversation with

“What are you doing on Friday?”

I replied that I was not at work as I had a blood test in the morning but nothing else planned.

“Good, you can come and see me then, it’s about time that bottom of yours had a good hard spanking”

As usual my stomach did a flip flop at the thought of seeing him but at least this time I had a completely (almost) clear conscience.

Perhaps it was this knowledge that prompted me to say that I would love to come and see him but that I didn’t need a hard spanking cause I was a good girl, so good in fact that I had nothing in my journal. He told me to get my journal and remind myself what it said. I had conveniently forgotten that I had an entry saying that I was going to get caned with the whippy cane for being impudent.

“But I wasn’t really impudent” I tried to persuade him, “surely that is more of a lines type of offence, not a caning”. Bad move on my part, suggesting things is not allowed so I ended up with 100 lines AND I was still going to get caned.

Next day, I was at home all day cause I had to see the doctor so I had plenty of time to try and persuade Sir that I didn’t need a hard spanking especially one with the bath brush like he had promised me. I pleaded that I was a good girl on many occasions which for some reason always has him asking for a bucket but he was adamant that I needed a bath brush spanking to remind me of my place and to stop me suggesting things and trying to argue and even being a bit cheeky on occasions.

In the end I muttered that I didn’t want a hard spanking and was rewarded with a very Dom lecture, another 25 lines to say “I WANT a hard spanking” and the order to write a letter saying “I WANT a hard bath brush spanking when I arrive and I WANT another hard bath brush spanking before I leave”. I was not happy as I didn’t want any of these things. I hate the bath brush as it completely takes me out of my comfort zone. I had also not been spanked for a month so to go straight into the house and get a spanking with no warm up terrified me. Plus I was feeling resentful because I had tried to be so good and I was still going to be spanked.

Needless to say my concerns were duely noted and filed and I was still in the same predicament. So Friday afternoon had me driving along the motor way to a spanking that I didn’t want with my stomach churning. In fact I was so nervous that I had to stop after I had only gone a mile to check that I had actually packed the bath brush as I had a feeling that I might have subconsciously left it behind.

Just as an aside, I had finally written the story that I had promised Miss on Thursday about what I thought should happen to her for her breaking her wrist. I had had great fun writing it as I called her Tabitha all the way through and I found the concept of “trot on Tabitha” to be really funny. I know I take liberties with Miss far more than I ever would with Sir and I do feel bad about that, but I also know that she tolerates my sense of humour much more than Sir seems to. So once I had posted her the story I flooded her with a host of trot on texts and comments. She did eventually complain to Sir who said I was allowed one day of fun and that would be it.

I was rather relieved at his response as I had been thinking I had gone way over the line so I apologised to Miss (without any trot on comments) and that should have been it. However during Friday morning I was texting Miss about her intended visit to a spa and I couldn’t resist suggesting that she “trot on down to the mud bath”. She was not amused and forwarded my text to Sir who was equally not amused. So when I rang him from the car as I was driving to see him, I had a lecture about going to far and that Miss had asked him to deal with me. After tormenting me about red implements for a while (the red strap is a favourite of Miss) he finally told me that she had also asked him to give me a big kiss.

I was instructed to bare my bottom and continued my drive sitting on it and thinking about what was going to happen. He reminded me that when I arrived I was to go straight to the dining room, pull out the chair and wait with my letter and the bath brush. I tried in vein to remind him that I hadn’t been spanked for a month and he said yes he knew and that it was going to be a good reminder for me that I was his sub.

I love it when he says that as I do love being his sub. I like him saying that almost as much as I like him saying “good girl” or when he calls me “his slut”. But this time I was just too damned nervous to really appreciate it.

Once at his house, I knocked and waited for him to let me in. He gave me a quick greeting and curtly told me that I knew what to do. I always get nervous when I visit and I sometimes I get downright panicky, especially when he gets terse with me. I was stood by the chair and he snapped “do you get spanked like that, with your skirt and your panties?” I hastily took them off while he went into the kitchen. When he came back, he barked at me again “did I tell you to take them off”. The penny dropped and I hastily put them back on, leaving my panties round my knees and my skirt tucked up.

He came and stood by me and told me to read the letter. I know it is not worth delaying so much as I hate doing it, it is better to just get on with it. I probably read it at least twice before I was told to get into position. I tried another appeal as I really did not want to go over that knee but the next thing I know I am staring at carpet in a state of immense trepidation.

After admiring the state of my bottom, as unmarked as it had been for months, he raised the brush and I closed my eyes and waited for my fate.

“Happy birthday to you” the sound of him singing coupled with gentle taps in time to the music took me completely by surprise and it was several moments before I realised that he was being “nice”. I was laughing and calling him names and smacking at his legs as he sang all the way through the song before he let me stand up. I was both miffed and amused at how he had set me up as he gave me a lovely birthday hug and kiss before telling me to bend over the table.

He felt between my legs and feigned surprise that I was rather wet. I felt his cock nudging at my pussy and I pushed my bottom up so he could enter me. I love being fucked from behind, bent over or kneeling or any other submissive position. I was having a really lovely fuck and I was especially pleased that I was allowed to kneel in front of him afterwards and take his cock into my mouth while he held my hair.

As it was tea time I then spent some time watching him prepare tea. I always feel a bit like a spare part but he likes me to stay out of his way and as a good sub I am not going to argue.

“Have you got your panties on?”

The question took me by surprise, “err no sir”

“Why not”

I gazed at him, “um because you didn’t tell me to Sir”

“Do I have to tell you to do everything?”

I looked at him in surprise, not really sure how to answer that. It felt like it was a trick question. “Yes Sir” I replied hoping that was the correct answer.

“Come here” he took me by the arm and put me over his knee again. Picking up the bath brush he gave me a quick and not excessively hard spanking while reminding me that I do not walk around his home with no knickers, like a slut with pussy juice dripping down my leg. A fact I did know but had managed to forget.

I put them back on.

Tea was ate with my panties pulled back down so I could sit on my bare bottom and it made me wonder just how many times my panties go up and down during a visit.

Sir was in a very playful mood and I am not used to feeling quite so comfy with him. Normally I spend the whole visit on tenterhooks as to what I am going to do wrong but he was being so nice that I foolishly thought that maybe the lines had moved. I was pulling faces at him behind his back, which he saw and he decided I was getting cheeky. I denied this of course but I was led back to the dining room where he pulled out two chairs. One for him to sit on and the other for my front to rest on as I had just eaten. How considerate, am I not one lucky sub????

He spanked me quite hard with his hand and then asked if I was going to be cheeky any more. I was trying to think of a witty remark but couldn’t so there was no answer. He asked me again and I said that “I was thinking about it”. Next thing I know I am on my feet with his arm round my waist keeping me still while he spanks the front of my thighs. I told him again and again that I was not going to be cheeky any more but he insisted on spanking me some more to give me time to think about it some more.

I am ashamed to say that I was in a very pouty mood when he eventually let me go back to my place in the kitchen and treated him to lots of ows and ouches when he handed me a tea towel and told me to dry up.

Cricket was next, 20/20 only it was 16/16. So we spent a companionable time watching Yorkshire get beaten before going up the stairs for some wonderful sex. It was the first time I have had sex with Sir when I was actually able to sit or lay down with out being conscious of my very hot bottom. He blindfolded me and played with me, calling me his slut and generally just pushing all the right buttons. He made cum over and over, he let me suck his cock and he fucked me again.

I was kneeling on the edge of the bed and I just knew that his cock was going to be fucking my arse and I knew it was going to be in this position. I was getting worried as I really get scared at the thought of anal sex but he reminded me that it was his arse hole and if he wanted to fuck it then he would. That just had me in a really submissive frame of mind and I accepted his entering me without any of the fuss I have been known to make. Once I am over the initial pain, I love being held in place while he uses me, I love having my bottom spanked and hearing him say things like “my little slut likes having her arse fucked doesn’t she”

I was then made to suck his cock, again something he knows I hate after what he has just done, but by telling me how I had to do it, it just became so erotic and I couldn’t get enough of him. Lastly I was laid back on the bed while he played with my pussy some more. This is where he really did just what I love. In my fantasies when I play, I always imagine him or Miss saying “cum for me, you have no choice, cum over my fingers, this is my pussy and I want to watch you cum. Come on, I want you to cum now”
Well to my delight he used words like that and I was in submissive heaven as I writhed on his fingers as he nibbled my breasts and generally just made me feel a million dollars as I came over and over again.

Before I met him, I used to need about 20 mins between orgasms as I get so tender but he doesn’t give me that choice and I love the fact that he doesn’t.

I am sure you can guess what came next. Yes the shower, my absolute favourite thing that we do together. But this time only a quick rub down, no long extended session but I consoled myself with the knowledge that there was still tomorrow.

Back downstairs for some relaxing time in front of the TV, more food and cups of tea and just generally being comfy together. I was still getting used to the idea that I was able to sit down without any soreness and yet it felt right. In the past I would have felt cheated if I hadn’t been spanked hard and wasn’t feeling tender. But it was just so nice to experience togetherness without the need for hard spanking.

It wasn’t long before I found my self bent over the settee arm and having my pussy fingered again before he entered my arse. His settee is leather and I always associate the smell of leather with his house as it is the only place where I get my face pushed into it. I didn’t even object this time as I just felt so submissive and relaxed that it was just natural for him to do it when ever he pleased.

Next on the agenda was a film. A very strange film that apparently is a true story but it had a very weird end so we were not sure if we liked it. During the film, the victim was wearing a watch in bed. “Who wears a watch in bed” asked Sir. As he doesn’t wear one ever, and as I am not allowed to wear mine while I am there, I suppose it was a valid point.

“I do” I answered.
“Not when you are here”
“Do you want to bet” I asked, I tell you too much sex must go to my head
The look I got was enough to freeze hell “don’t try it”

I quickly shut up but the seeds of a minor rebellion had been sowed. I was going to walk on the dark side and do something I had never done; I was going to wear my watch to bed.

Decision made and I am laying in the dark next to him. Wanting like hell to prod him in the back but just not brave enough (maybe next time). The watch feels tight round my wrist and I am seriously wondering if this is a good idea. But I have done it now, even if I take it of, I will still have to tell him that I put it on deliberately. It’s just a joke, I consoled myself, he has been in a good mood, he will see it is funny. I couldn’t convince myself let alone him so I left it on and hoped for a miracle.

Day Two aka miracles don’t happen!!

I woke up at 6 in the morning. I know what time it was cause I looked at my watch. Sir hadn’t noticed and I was hoping that my conscience would let me just take it off and not confess. Sir gave me a good morning kiss, showing me where I had marked his lower lip in my passions the day before. I have never marked him before, normally that’s his job!! His next words put a dampener on my day

“Yesterday was fun Katie but today is back to normal and to get you back in the swing of things, we will start with the over the knee cane”
I sighed and asked if I could go to the toilet first. Sir seems to like using that particular cane on me very early in the morning and I knew it was just better to accept it than argue as to what I had done to deserve it. After all, he doesn’t have to have a reason although I normally give him plenty.

When I came back into the room he was standing at the end of the bed, holding the cane. His eyes looked me over and fixated on my watch.

“Did you wear that in bed?”

“Err yes sir”

“Get over here” The look on his face as he took my arm and pulled me over his knee on the bed was quite alarming. The cane rose and fell on my bottom as he lectured me on direct disobedience. I was struggling to get up, to get away from the incessant swishing but I was held firm. Eventually I was allowed to crawl onto the bed and lay panting for air as my bottom stung and throbbed. So far as punishments go, it was relatively mild and transient and I was to discover why the next day. (See part three)

I followed him downstairs so he could make me one of his great cooked breakfasts. We listened to the radio, chatted and it seemed like an extension of Friday although I now had a sore bottom. Food eaten, plates washed up, place tidy and I am sent back upstairs to get naked and wait for him.

I had been promised a caning with the whippy cane for being impudent. CJ had looked the word up in the dictionary and we both agreed that it certainly didn’t describe me, but Sir thought it did and that is all that matters. I knelt in my usual position on the bed, legs wide apart, head down on the mattress and waited.

The advantage of a whippy cane over the dragon cane is that you can do lots of little strokes that build up in intensity as well as laying on hard strokes. My bottom does not really get the full benefit of this technique so he did it on my thighs quite a lot before turning me over and doing it on my breasts, tummy and pussy. It is very hard to keep still while the sting builds but it is probably better than the thud.

I was then ordered to lie on my stomach with my head to the side of the bed. He forced his cock into my mouth while he caned me length ways. I have been giving head since I was 17 and all my previous partners had said how good at it I am. But I do not do it to Sirs liking so to be caned while instructed was a tad uncomfy. The more I licked, nibbled and devoured him, the harder the cane landed. He made me kneel up a bit so he could cane right on my arse hole while he held my hair and gave me a task for the coming week. I am to watch lots of cock sucking porn to see how others do it.

Pushing me back over to my back, he ordered me to lay with my legs open and he started to pay undivided attention to my pussy.
I was trying to remain calm as the sting built up but I needed to be told very sternly to keep them open. I have really been working on remaining calm when I am taken out of my comfort zone, and one day I will write about control and how I see it. I concentrated on my obedience and I could feel my breathing changing and my body pushing up to the cane.

“You are enjoying this aren’t you my little slut” Sir sounded amused as I looked embarrassed and tried to deny the fact. I have always been uncomfy with the link between actual pain and getting turned on as I think it is the fact that he was making me hold my legs open that was turning me on. Anyway whatever the reason, he wasn’t going to let my obvious embarrassment stop the show and he ordered me to cum. I closed my eyes and let my body respond, hoping that it would be over and I could get back to a more comfy place. No such luck, he liked the sight of me pushing my by now very sore pussy to the cane which seemed to be getting harder and harder. “Come on then slut, cum”. I did do again and then when I had calmed down and he had moved away, I turned over to hide my face, not wanting to admit what had just happened….twice.

“On your knees then, head down” Little build up strokes were over and it was time for the serious stuff. I hate whippy things and I was having a real hard time keeping still as it whipped on to my sit spot time and time again.

“Ten more and it will be over, if you keep still”

At least when you know how many you have left, you can see the end, but it never is ten as I always miscount, or don’t start straight away or some other “reason”. I prefer to be caned slowly, giving me time to get back in control before the next stroke. But as we all know by now, Katie doesn’t get what Katie wants so the caning was done at Sirs speed, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, but always hard.

I lay there at the end, hoping that this was the end when an incredible pain swished down on my bottom. I think I actually screamed as I gradually comprehended that I had just had the tawse without warning.

“24 with the tawse get into position and no moving this time”

I turned to beg “please may I lie over a pillow Sir”. He agreed that I should lie over four pillows. I should have been suspicious at him allowing me to do this but I wasn’t. Not until the first stroke landed and I realised just how hard he was doing them. A still target over pillows is much easier to aim at than one that has to keep being told to get back into position. I suppose I should be grateful that he rarely ties me up to punish me but as those strokes landed I was squealing into the mattress like a little pig.

However I can tolerate the thud of leather straps and canes much better than I can brushes so I was able to remain relatively still. I honestly do not believe, and that is NOT a challenge Sir, that he could use that tawse much harder and it even took me a few minutes to register that he had left the room and was starting the shower.

I took my sore bum as fast as I could to the shower and joined him. This was a long wonderful shower. He used a shower glove to wash me and I was embarrassed again when he washed my pussy and made me cum in about 30 seconds. I have written many times about how being washed and pampered makes me feel like his little girl and how I just love to stand there and just soak up the feelings. And then when he gets out first and takes the towel of the radiator to dry me with. It may sound really soppy but it really is my most favourite thing I do with Sir.

So after the shower, I got dressed and we went downstairs to get ready for my departure. I hate leaving as it is like an oasis in my life, where nothing else matters. I quite often cry as I drive away just because I have had such a wonderful time. This time was especially hard as I had such a fantastic time on Friday but life moves on.

Day three

I sent Sir and Miss my account of the first day and I thought all would be happy and rosy. I was therefore shocked when, during my bedtime phone call, Sir referred to the watch incident. He said I had to write in my journal in big letters WATCH, and that we would discuss it next time I visited. I have to admit that the whiny voice came out as I pointed out that I had already been punished for it. He came over all Dom and pointed out to me, that he had thought that the watch was an oversight or carelessness not pre planned, pre meditated deliberate disobedience.

My stomach did its usual squirm as I realised just why the punishment had been “mild”, because he had not been punishing the full offence as he had not expected me to be so wilfully naughty. I am quite sure that next time we meet, the deterrent will be used and I will be a very sorry and sore sub.

I would like to say though Sir, that when I did it, it didn’t seem to be as bad as it seems now and I promise I will never plan to be naughty again.