He pulls me out of the corner. i’m awkward, my pants and panties around my knees are sliding down and i don’t know whether to try to stop them or let them go.
“Get out of those,” He says, solving that dilemma. i let them drop and step out of them, leaving myself naked from the waist down.
He guides me, one hand still wrapped in my hair. In front of the couch, He pushes gently, prompting me to kneel on the floor.
“That’s fine,” He says with a nod, sitting on the couch in front of me. He looks at me a minute, and i want to squirm under the scrutiny, but manage to hold still.
“Tell me,” He says.
And for a second, i can’t think at all. My mind is just a big panicky blank.
He’s watching me, intent, but patient.
It begins to come back to me, but i’m having trouble saying anything.
i swallow hard.
“Do you want some water?” He offers, and gratefully i drink from the glass He hands me.
That helps me find my words, but it’s still hard. “i’m sorry,” i say, “really sorry that i broke the rule, um, the rule about not having an ~ an orgasm without permission. I know it’s important for us to have rules ~ i wanted rules ~ ” and now my words flow easier, “because it makes me feel closer to you.”
And then it’s hard again, “When i break the rule, it makes it look like i don’t care,” i look up at Him, “and i do care. Very much.”
There are tears in my eyes, i’m blinking them back, and He reaches out and touches my face. “I know you care,” He says. “And you know I need to enforce the rules. You won’t be able to trust me otherwise.”
“Yes, Sir,” i say, and i can’t say anything else.
“It won’t always be a physical punishment,” He says. “But this time I think you need that release.”
i nod. i think He’s right, i think it will make me feel better, in some strange way.
“I’m going to use the shoe horn,” He says. He gives me a second to absorb that, then adds, “It’s going to hurt. You know I’m not lying about that,” and He smiles a little. i can’t help it, i smile back. i do know ~ when He says something’s going to hurt, it really does!
“In a minute, I want you to bend over the arm of the couch here. I want your hands right here.” He stands, indicating where He wants me, gestures for me to get up.
i get to my feet, place my hands where He wants them, so i am bent over, leaving my ass exposed, of course. He doesn’t touch it or stroke it as He usually would, and that feels more ominous than anything else that has happened.
He is rooting through His bag, and i wait.
Then He is behind me.
“Eight,” He says. “I’m going to give you eight hard ones. I want you to count, and yes, I want to hear “thank you, Sir,” after each one. So that’s ‘One, thank you, Sir; Two, thank you, Sir,’ and so on. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Sir,” i say, and my voice sounds little bitty to me.
“Tell me,” He says. “Tell me what you’re going to do.”
“i’m going to count, Sir,” my voice is still soft, but loud enough to hear, i think. “i’m going to count one, two, three and so on, and say thank you Sir each time, Sir.”
“Good girl,” He says, and i’m still smiling to myself over that when the first one lands.
i gasp.
“O! One, thank you, Sir.”
The second follows quickly, and the third. They land on both ass cheeks. Each one is a little above or below the last one, but there is some overlap.
The fourth one, and it takes me a minute to say, “Four, thank you, Sir.”
“Breathe,” He says. “Half-way there.”
And five lands, omigod… five, thank you, Sir…
My ass is on fire. i keep lifting my leg, my right leg, bending it up and putting it back down, like that’s going to help. And i’m making little whimpering noises, i can’t seem to stop.
SIX!
omigod, omigod, omigod, six, thank you, Sir. That’s when it melts, that something inside me that resists the pain, it just melts away.
“Two more,” He says. “Two more and we’re done.”
And even though it hurts more than i thought it would, more than i thought it could, i know i can do two more, and really, i’m glad to.
“Yes, Sir,” i say.
And Seven lands, O! He brings it down so it crosses the other ones, and it hurts so bad, really, i think there should be flames coming off my ass, like a cartoon, and it’s ok, “Seven ~ thank you Sir” i say and then
OMIGOD. Eight. O. O. O. DAMN.
“Eight. Thank you Sir.”
i feel so good – my ass is still burning, but i feel ~ i don’t know ~ i feel cleansed.
“Stay there a minute,” He says. “Don’t try to get up until I tell you to.”
i’m quite happy to stay there, my legs feel a little wobbly anyhow. i can hear Him moving around behind me, but it seems very far away.
Then He’s beside me, His arms slowly pulling me up, and i am a little dizzy, but He holds me up. Looks at me, smiling just a little.
“Are you going to be having orgasms without permission again any time soon?” He asks.
“No, Sir,” i say vehemently, and bury my head in His shoulder, wrap my arms tight around Him.
“Come here,” He says, and He pulls me down on the couch, so we are wrapped together.
“Good girl,” He says.
