At work I am in charge of many people and have no trouble making decisions which need to be carried out. However, I stop being the heady boss the moment I step through the doorway of our happy home. My wife takes total charge. She is addressed as “Mistress,” and expects to have her every whim and desire followed to the letter. This day, before I even stepped into the house she took control.
Coming home from work one day I greeted my wife. Not bothering to return my greeting, Mistress ordered me into the bedroom. Dropping my bag at the door, I complied at once. Once inside, I stripped without being told and waited. And waited. For at least twenty minutes she made sure to keep me waiting. Knowing I would be naked without being told only increased her pleasure at my total submission to her word.
I also made sure to be in the position she liked. She demands that I stand with my back to the door so I can’t see her enter. I must have my hands down by my side so it would be easier for her to have me do what she wanted, Immediately after removing my clothes and neatly folding them in a corner, I snapped into place. Although I know she likes to make me wait, she might burst into the room immediately just to catch me disobeying so I make sure to get into the position she demands quickly.
Always in control, she is fully aware that my desire to serve her is what I crave. I remain as devoted to her as she is to me. I eagerly look forward to obeying her every whim, small or large. I enjoy doing this probably more than she loves being in charge. I am thrilled that she rewards me by generously allowing me to give her sexual pleasure. My favorite part is feeling her passion build to a big explosion and comforting her afterward.
She also makes sure to punish me at will. Although tentative at first, she now keeps me in line with gusto. It is not too much of a secret that submitting to her punishments pleases me immensely. I sometimes act like I don’t want it but that is not true. Sometimes, she will tease me by debating whether she should go to all the trouble of giving me a spanking until I am practically begging her to do so. She knows exactly what she is doing. She is my loving wife and has become an amazing Mistress. Wanting to please her, I happily do whatever she says.
As my waiting time increased, I thought about how pleased I was that she accepted the role of being my dominant while allowing me to be submissive to her. It frees me up. Now when I get home, I leave all my work stresses behind and just do what I am told. I thought back to how our lives turned out this way.
It was early in our relationship at a time before we were married. I managed to confess to my beautiful girlfriend that I would be more comfortable if she was in charge of everything and awkwardly suggested she might want to spank and otherwise punish me when she felt like it to cement her position over me. Although hesitant at first, she soon took the reins and ran with them becoming my Mistress in every way. We have now been married over thirty years and my sore backside has often paid the price of that awkwardly phrased suggestion I made to her.
At first she acquiesced just to please me, never realizing that once she fully became my Mistress, the heady state of dominance would flow through her veins until it became second nature to her. She soon made me her slave and insisted I carry out all of her orders. She makes sure they are carried out briskly and thoroughly, spanking me if they are not. Sometimes she will punish me just because she is in charge and finds it valuable to inspect my mind and body thoroughly, giving me smacks all over my frame to test my endurance and devotion. She has become quite creative by punishing me in ways that I never would have imagined until it became an important part of our lives.
She does not need a reason for punishing me. As a matter of fact, she has developed a mantra which she insists I recite on demand: “A slave can be punished for any reason or no reason at all.”
My clever Mistress is also aware that it is fun to play the game of extending our spanking rituals by going to elaborate lengths to scold me and fully explain why she is blistering my ass.
She gets her point across in many ways, most commonly by hard spankings. I must point out that even though spankings (usually, but not limited to, the over the knee variety) are frequent in our house, Mistress also punishes me in other ways. Smacking my balls and cock along with other crafty physical discomforts show that my wife has gotten more creative over the years by forcing me to endure pain in other areas of my body along with certain ingenious humiliations, such as kneeling before her and crawling while she walks.
As for my spankings, she will easily find grounds to turn my poor ass red. First and foremost, she will tell me she has to do it when I need correction or when I do not do things as well as I should. When finding a reason, this one is the most common. I am most grateful to her for this knowing she is doing it to make me a better man. It is very kind of her to go through all this trouble for me and it makes me love her even more than ever (if that is possible) for every whack my ass endures. I know she is always right for doing it so I try not to question it.
I also make sure to thank her when she declares it is over. I always rub and kiss her hand (along with her ass, back, and feet) afterward because I know her hand must be hurting from striking my ass so many times. I then follow through by massaging her back, shoulders, neck and thighs before greedily devouring her ass with kisses, rubs, sucks and total worship. I also add foot worship.
Besides being spanked for my own errors, we also have a rule in our house that in the rare times when she makes an error or has not lived up to her particularly high standards, a spanking must be administered. We feel this is needed to alleviate the bad feelings that have built up within herself. The spanking is necessary to serve as reminder for her to do better. When this happens, she will strip and make me kiss her ass before sitting and putting me over her knee for an extra hard spanking. Since she is the Mistress, I naturally receive the spanking for her error. It is extra hard because she feels quite frustrated at herself and needs to “get it out of her system.”
Sometimes, if her frustration with herself is higher than usual, I am ordered to stand completely naked (my usual state of dress) before her. Reaching her hand very high in the air, she will swat my penis several times before finishing by slapping my balls. She feels it goes a long way to reducing her stress and gets her psyched up for the real stress-reducing method of giving me an intense hand spanking. It is always a hand spanking for these types of spankings because she wants her hand to feel the sting that comes with the correction she must put herself through. I feel like she is doing it more to reward me. She is also showing good will toward me in these situations as well, since she is aware I strongly love being subservient to her and taking a punishment for her indiscretions strongly reinforces that. For her, it is a catharsis and always ends with her taking her place once again as the stern but wise Mistress of my dreams.
A funny story is how we arrived at that rule. Ironically, it was all my idea. One day, I forgot to bring home an important tax form for her to work on. Before I knew it, I found myself over her lap while she once again was forced to teach me a lesson. With a sigh, she wearily administered an especially long hand spanking which I truly deserved.
She really needed those forms so she increased the severity of my error by sending me into the bathroom on wobbly legs to fetch her purple hair brush. I knew I had to obey without question but dreaded what was coming next. I mean, my ass was already sore but the brush? That really stings! Plus, she was not just giving me a brush spanking but adding it to an already wicked hand blistering. She reserved the brush for when I really mess up. The purple hair brush was never used to groom our hair but to pound my rear repeatedly until it began to match the color of the brush. I’ve learned to trust my Mistress implicitly and endured those harsh blows to my tender backside until I was screaming and wiggling until she was ready to slow down and stop.
Although my stinging backside would take a long time to recover, the good news was that she became extremely horny. Eager to get back in her good graces, I responded by bringing her to a shattering orgasm with my tongue and fingers, followed by long aftercare sessions of massaging, kissing and rubbing until she regained her strength and was once again ready to assume the mantle of control.
This time, though, she did not return to her old self. Instead, she looked perplexed. I asked if there was anything wrong.
“I am not sure. Lie across my lap while I think, please.”
Being a request and not an order, I nonetheless did so, even with my ass still screaming from the brush. After kissing her thighs gently, I warily placed my rear end in harm’s way once more. Instead of instantly smacking me, she began rubbing my enflamed ass as she spoke.
“You committed an indiscretion and were punished with a spanking, correct?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Did you deserve it?”
“Yes, Mistress. Totally.”
“Are you happy now?”
“I am, Mistress.”
“Why?”
“Because you have taken the trouble to teach me not to make errors and be a better man, Mistress.”
“I thought so. These punishments are good for correcting you as a Mistress must continually do with her slave. True?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
She held the hand that did most of the spanking in front of my mouth and waited for me to kiss it. She resumed rubbing my ass. Finally, she revealed what was troubling her.
“What if I made such an error? What should we do? Do I have to just risk making another error while it goes unchecked?”
“You, Mistress? I don’t think you would make any errors.”
She let off a volley of spanks, alternating from left cheek to right. It hurt intensely but I managed to be stoic and not draw attention to myself. When finished, she calmly stroked my hair.
“Thank you, slave. I love your confidence in me. But we all make mistakes.”
Ignoring the newfound sting rising from my skin, I believed I had the solution. Of course, she had to determine whether it would be ideal or not. I tried to respond as normally as I could.
“Well, what if…”
I hesitated, unsure if she would be receptive.
“Go on, slave. You obey me well, as we both know, but you are intelligent and have shown to have presented good ideas for my approval before.”
“Yes, Mistress. Thank you for remembering that, Mistress. Also, thank you for allowing me leeway to speak.”
I took a deep breath and blew out air forcefully. Her soothing touch as she continued rubbing my ass calmed me enough to think clearly. Finally, I formulated my idea and began talking.
“You are a perfectionist who unfailingly corrects me when I make the number of errors that a man would make when fortunate enough to be with a superior female. Excuse me for being redundant in using those two words in the same sentence. Therefore, Ma’am, on the rare occasions when you have not lived up to your standards we should do what we always do when correction is called for.”
“Are you suggesting what I think you are suggesting?”
“Yes, Ma’am. A spanking.”
“A spanking??”
She abruptly stopped her soothing rubs and raised her hand high before crashing her right hand down in the center of my ass right on my sit spot. I screamed in pain as she punctuated her following speech with more wicked blows. Using a calm and measured voice, she took control of the narrative beautifully, making sure that my suggestions were welcome but always reminding me she was in charge. My Mistress is very diligent in this.
She lowered her spanking hand and began rubbing my ass once more. Her soothing touch was now mixed with friction as the heat emanating from my skin made me feel tender and raw, but any touch from my Mistress was welcome. I may have winced at first but smiled.
“Now we are clear. You do know that since you have been over my lap, your juicy ass has been presented to me all this time. Tell me now what happens when each of our asses are presented to each other.”
“Mine gets spanked, yours gets pampered.”
WHACK!
“Ma’am!”
“You were being forgetful again. I will give you a spanking to correct your forgetfulness a bit later but let’s continue thinking about how my mistakes get addressed. Stay on my lap but arch your ass up.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
I assumed the required position.
Without a word, she stopped rubbing my cheeks and firmly placed her hand in the center of my crack, holding me steady. She reached her left hand below my prone body and began stroking my penis which responded immediately.
“OOO, you are excited!”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“You obviously like this. Maybe I should stop while we talk. I am anxious to hear your idea and don’t wish to distract you. Should I stop?”
“No, Ma’am…That is, unless you decide to. I have no say.”
She reached back and spanked my ass once. It was more like a tap.
“Of course you do, silly. Speak freely now. You want me to continue, that we both know. But do you think you can still think?”
“Yes, Ma’am. I will try.”
“I will continue stroking you then but on one condition. You are not allowed to cum. understand?”
“YES! Yes, Mistress! I PROMISE!”
“What do you promise?”
“I won’t cum…Ma’am!”
“I think you are ready now. I will ease off and just hold you.”
“Yes, Ma’am, I was losing the battle to explode.”
She waited a few minutes and eased me back down on her lap.
“So how can a spanking be the answer to my wrongdoing?”
“Well, I thought, what if YOU spanked ME, Mistress? I agree an error like that needs a reminder and a spanking is the best way to alleviate that. So, if you don’t mind my saying, I should be spanked. That way you are still in charge but you get reminded of your extremely rare error.”
“Excellent. Any answer that results in a spanking of you is joyous to us both. That makes me happy. Does it please you?”
“Anything that pleases you makes me happy, Ma’am. But, may I make one suggestion?”
“Of course, my love.”
“May it be an extra hard spanking?”
“Naturally, my slave and husband.”
WHACK!
“From now on…”
WHACK!
“…When this happens…”
WHACK!
“…You will get spanked.”
WHACK!
“…And spanked hard.”
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
“Now, get me some cold cream. I will rub your very sore ass.”
“Thank you. Thank you, Ma’am.”
I ran off and happily got the jar, placing myself over her lap once more while she took care of me, and I deliciously anticipated upcoming punishments from her.
Besides these, she also will give me reminder spankings. They seek to remind me who is in charge and are just as severe as all the other spankings. I never forget that she is in charge but I don’t dare tell her that.
Finally, even if I have done everything right and satisfy her, even if I go above and beyond what she was expecting, I am not safe. She will sometimes spank me because she feels like it and is just in the mood. She likes to keep me off balance by never letting me relax, thinking I could get spanked at any moment.
One thing all these spankings have in common is what comes after. She will make sure after she colors my ass a nice shade of red to give me pleasure by allowing me access to her pussy. This is the reward I fervently wait for after my frequent punishments. I will immediately get hard as I stroke and lick her pussy. I love her generosity in allowing me this so I could make her explode and moan as she releases her juices. I love pleasuring my Mistress. It excites me more than anything else. I get hard quicker from this and love it even more than from reaching my own climax.
Snapping into Mistress-slave mode is always her decision. Although strong hints and outright begging from me usually work as well. I know that her decision to do anything will happen in her own time. It may be a slow tease or an unexpected surprise but it always depends on her.
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This glorious night started immediately after I got home. I was feeling tired and stressed after a hard day at work and struggled to walk through the door. My anxiety was not to last long. Without bothering to greet me, she held her hand out waiting for it to be kissed before ordering me to get naked and do her bidding for the rest of the night. She assessed my high stress level intuitively which merely proved her genius once more. In an instant, I was her slave whose only thought was to serve her as my stress vanished into the rear-view mirror. She was a miracle worker.
After having stripped and scampered into the bedroom, I had to endure a wait of twenty minutes (which seemed like hours). Finally, I heard her scampering down the hall as the creaking of the floor told. My anticipation quickened. I knew my Mistress was about to show me some attention. She was preparing me for a nice punishment to relieve the stress that occasionally builds up during our sojourns into daily life.
Pleased with my naked form as she entered the room, she lightly scraped her fingernails up my ass cheeks. I jumped involuntarily, emitting a quick intake of breath. With her other hand, she grasped my penis between her thumb and two longest fingers. She started stroking me several times. Instantly, I became rigid as she slid her fingers along the underside of my member. It was my most sensitive spot, which she knew well. I closed my eyes and it felt heavenly. I came back to earth too quickly though as she let go and slapped my face with her weaker left hand as she appeared before me, revealing her fully clothed self.
She ambled over to the bed and sat. Quickly, she removed her blouse and bra. I felt my heartbeat race at the feast before my eyes. She fondled her well-proportioned boobs and squeezed them together while licking her lips, making sure I got an eyeful. She kicked off her Crocs. Slowly she stood and approached me. I gazed at her topless form as she turned her back to me and slid her jeans and panties off in one expert pull. She bent over the bed briefly and held that pose, making sure I got a good long look at her gorgeous rear.
“Are you getting a good long look at my ass, slave? In one word, tell me what you think.”
“Glorious.”
Straightening herself up to her full six-foot one-inch height but still not turning around, she praised my choice of compliments.
“Slave, I spanked you quite completely last night, didn’t I?”
“Yes, Ma’am.” (That’s the alternate term she allows me to address her when we are in Mistress-Slave mode).
“I had committed an indiscretion last night by leaving a few crumbs in the bed which you cleaned up this morning after I pointed it out.”
“This is what you told me. Yes, Mistress.”
“Your ass was reddened last night as a result of this, wasn’t it?”
“Yes, Mistress. When the rare occurrences of you making an error happen it must not be allowed to linger so I must be spanked very hard by you so you will remember to be more careful.”
“True. Good answer. But today is another day and my ass is now in front of you. You wouldn’t like to spank it, would you?”
Torturing me a bit further, she reached back and smacked her right cheek, making a loud noise.
I hesitated and swallowed hard.
“Something the matter, slave?”
“No, Ma’am.”
“Well?”
“I would never spank it. It is fair that you spank me, Mistress. But I would never dream of doing so to you.”
She reached back and smacked herself again, this time on the left cheek.
“What would you like to do?”
“If you don’t mind, I would love to kiss your ass and show you worship, Mistress.”
“Begin worshipping my ass. You may do so for as long as you like, if that is your desire.”
“Yes, Ma’am. It is my fondest desire.”
“Good. I would not have liked your answer if it was to spank me. Although I am a fair Mistress and would have acquiesced to any answer you gave.”
“Yes, Mistress. I know.”
“You will be spanked again, of course, but not right now.”
“Thank you, Mistress, you are most kind.”
She lay on the bed in a comfortable position and allowed me to get to work. She moaned softly as I gave her thighs a tongue bath, kissing and gently caressing each leg. As my lips reached her beautiful rear, I greedily kissed every inch. With care, I rubbed her ass gently which I know she loves. While I rub her there each night before going to bed to help her sleep., this was different. I was aiming to excite her, not lull her to sleep. I continued caressing and kissing, getting more sensual all the time. My Mistress claims that having me literally kiss her ass shows my ultimate servitude to her.
As she luxuriated in my attentions, she got up on her knees and spread her legs wide, holding her ass cheeks apart.
“I bet you’d like to finger me, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“I knew it, you naughty boy!”
“Yes, Mistress, you always seem to know my thoughts and desires.”
“It’s not hard to know what you want, slave. I know what your devotion to me makes you think about. Stand up and smack your own ass three times.”
Without a word, I made sure to smack myself as hard as I could, even in the awkward position I was in.
“Good, slave. But it was not nearly as hard as I would have liked. I will be sure to make up for it when I start spanking you in earnest. As for your finger entering my ass that will not happen. Not yet anyway. Keep showing your obedience to me and it might. As for your own ass, I will invade it anytime I like and as much as I like.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Like that idea?”
“Yes, Mistress, I love being a conduit for your desires.”
“What would you say if I decide to spank you very hard even after you have pleased me in every way?’
“Thank you, Ma’am. Please do it as often as you can.”
“Come back here and kiss my asshole. Do not finger it. Stick your tongue in. It’s clean. Show your utter devotion to me.”
“Really, Ma’am?”
“Yes, slave. I am adventurous tonight. I am wondering what all the fuss is about.”
Although I had never done it before, I hesitantly tongued her opening for the first time. I really got in there but was unsure if either of us had enjoyed it (not that my pleasure mattered). My Mistress likes to keep me off balance by showing me things that even she may not enjoy. However, she seemed to like it more than I did.
Before I could completely evaluate the unfamiliar feeling, she grabbed my head and pushed me under her body. She abruptly turned me around, smothering my face between her folds. I liked this much better. I kissed her mound delicately in the small space I had beneath her waist and thighs. She gyrated her pussy in anticipation of what was to come.
Carefully, I eased her body over until she was lying on her back as I took advantage of the fresh air and open space. Seeing the prize before me, I began to tongue her clit while she moaned softly. As I continued flicking my tongue in and out, her moans got longer and her body began picking up momentum by rhythmically jolting up and down as my saliva mixed with her now damp pussy juices which were aching to burst. I knew it was time. Removing my face from her love box, I parted her folds carefully with my hands and held them open as I began stroking her clit.
I was not where she liked at first. I was too far to the right, then a little low, but when she bucked, I knew I had found it. I felt my pleasure increasing, which was evident by the pole developing between my legs. Circling my fingers around her pink walls, I knew I was in the right spot as her moans increased in volume. I kept up the pressure as she swiveled and straightened her legs out suddenly with a loud yell.
She eased herself down on the pillows as I slowly released my hand. Covered with her juices, I finished tasting her while she lay back exhausted. I urged her to roll facing away from me as I gently started rubbing her ass and back. I then kissed the back of her neck while stroking her hair. I kept doing this as she lay relaxing and gathering up her strength. Breathing heavily, she lay prone for many minutes while I attended to her until her lungs assumed a steady flow of air again.
Fully recovered, she wiggled her rear at me. Ever alert, I dutifully began kissing her ass. Being that it was my favorite part of her sexy body I was enjoying every minute and did not want it to end. I had plans for enjoying all she had to offer. Long ago, I had come to realize what she wanted me to know from the start. Her ass was there for me to pamper while mine was there for her to punish. I even secretly wished for her to spank me more than she normally did. While I was still exploring the rewards of her ass, she silently ordered me to move on by casually lifting her leg.
Not yet wanting to leave her sexy backside, I nonetheless I slid down her leg and applied my lips to her feet. Holding her left foot delicately, I began passionately kissing her arch and pressing it against my cheek. I sucked her toes and kissed the bottoms, all the while briskly rubbing and massaging. This is a feat that my Mistress has told me I’ve become quite good at. After completing both feet, she sat up and smiled. I was happy knowing she was pleased.
With her strength regained, she decided to remind me that even though I had pleased her, she was the boss. Without a pause, she looked down. Instantly, I lay across her lap.
The first blow came quickly and forcefully. This was followed in succession by several more. I did not count but I believe it was five additional ones. I was surprised at the force she was able to muster so soon after her orgasm. I felt the heat rising from my cheeks and began imagining the color I was turning. Suddenly she hesitated, keeping me in suspense. She knew she could play me like a fiddle.
Building up my anticipation, she slowly pulled both hands up and waited just long enough for me to feel the burn coming from the first six blows. She followed this with a simultaneous slap on my cheeks with both hands. Again, she waited for the sting to take place and repeated the process many times more. This time I was required to count.
“Count my spanks, slave. And don’t make a mistake!”
“Yes, Mistress!”
THWACK!
“One!”
“Very good, slave. Keep it up.”
I had no trouble counting the four blows that followed, but then she changed her rhythm and deliberately stopped. She waited maybe a full twenty seconds. In quick succession, she spanked me hard again a number of times but this time it was just with her gorgeous right hand alone.
I stuttered on the switch and was sure I missed one count as I desperately tried to keep up.
Suddenly, she stopped. She roughly grabbed my hair and raised my head up.
“You did not keep up the count. You could not do a simple task as that. Very well, you will not have to today. But I am disappointed.”
Still holding me firmly with her left hand, she whacked my ass three times before letting me go.
I contorted my face around to look at Mistress while my body was still ass up in her lap.
“Please, Mistress, give me one more chance. I wish to serve and please you.”
“I know you do, slave, and I am usually quite pleased. I did switch the pace of your punishment suddenly and that is where you messed up. But you should have adjusted.”
I nodded in agreement. Mistress was always thorough when she felt I needed to be explained to.
“Punish me please so I will try my best to do better, Ma’am.”
She smacked my ass hard and I jumped, mostly in surprise.
“It’s alright, just something to remember in the future. Now turn your face away from me and lift your ass in the air. Do not count unless I order you to!”
Waiting for an answer, I quickly responded.
“Yes, Ma’am!”
She continued spanking me. The stinging from my ass was growing but knowing that my Mistress was not really upset calmed me down. I felt happy again, even while her smacks were driving my ass against her.
“Your failure to keep up will not go unpunished, of course. Go into the bathroom and get my brush.”
I flew to the bathroom and was back over her lap in record time. Taking the brush from my upside-down hand, she smiled. Without a word, she raised her hand high.
THWACK!
The first smack with the brush sent me crashing back down on her lap, forgetting any pretense of holding my ass high in the air. Mistress just continued wailing away at my my prone figure while my vulnerability to her power grew enormously.
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
The heat from the brush was searing and I screamed each time, but my Mistress was not interested in punishing me with the brush, so she stopped after just four blows. She wanted me to remember what would happen if I kept messing up.
“I am sorry, Ma’am. I submit to you always.”
She patted my rear and rubbed it gently. I loved the attention she deigned to give me and moaned in contentment, even after she beat me severely. I love her more after each one of my “learning” sessions, as she calls them. The mere gentle touch of my Mistress always does it to me no matter how much pain she had put me in. Noticing me relaxing, she decided I needed to be kept off balance. She raised the brush and crashed it down on my poor, crackling skin even more.
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
Putting the brush down, she resumed patting my rear gently. Her tone changed. It was more of a motherly tone now.
“I know, slave, it’s good to hear about your submissive needs. You know, your punishments may be having a more positive effect on your character.”
“Oh yes, Mistress. I need your punishments to help me and I crave them. Thank you for giving them to me.”
As I said this, I felt my member grow beneath me as she rested her hand on my naked rear. Naturally, it felt as erotic as ever. It still caused me unbelievable excitement, no matter how sore I was.
“Slave, do you think you have had enough?”
“No, Ma’am. Only you decide that. I will take as much as you want to give me. You are very generous for making sure I follow you while you make all the tough decisions.”
She pulled her hand in front of my face, allowing me to kiss it while it lingered there. She stuck her index finger in my mouth and let me suckle it for a while. Eventually, she began rubbing my ass once more. Tapping my rear several times, she alerted me to expect hard slaps with her hand.
“Here comes more, slave!”
She lifted her hand and started spanking. I felt the burning and began to squirm. I felt the pain rising. She switched to spanking the tops of my thighs, which brought new feelings to an untouched area. I felt the tenderness of my skin and soreness starting to develop. I felt like I could not take too much more but would never complain. As I began to weaken, she must have sensed my stamina ebbing and stopped. She held my ass down for what felt like an eternity. It was maybe only ten seconds, but I knew it was not over. I dared not move as she spanked the center of my ass again, this time slowly with long pauses in between. After six more strokes, she patted my rear again. While I still loved her hand on my ass, it felt more tender as she slid her hand along my enflamed cheeks
“You have taken your punishment very well. I would like you to get my soothing cream and return to my lap.”
Before I could move, she spanked me once more.
I screamed, “Ouch!”
“Hurry!”
Mistress smiled. She knew she caught me off-guard. She loves doing that. I am under her control. She always keeps me wondering what will come next.
I hopped off the bed and returned with the cream. She held out her hand. I began rubbing her hands with the cream, knowing they must sting from smacking my ass so much. Pleased at my initiative, she took the cream from me and placed me over her lap once more.
She began rubbing it into my very sore bottom. It felt like a cool waterfall washing against my fiery ass. She did this for a short while and then ordered me to stand in front of her facing away. Gazing at my ass, she admired her handiwork for quite a long time. I had to stand straight and still even though my knees were buckling after my spanking.
She slapped my ass about ten more times. It was lighter than before but still crisp enough for me to feel the sting since my ass was already quite sore by this time.
Finally, she spoke. “Are you happy, slave?”
“Very much.”
“Come here. In the morning, you may please me once more.”
I came to the bed. She reached down and touched my penis. Instantly, I moaned. She stroked me several times. She smiled as she noticed my size. She slapped my penis playfully as she watched it bob up and down and chuckled.
“I think we both will have a fine morning. I think you would like to release right now, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes. Ma’am. Yes!”
“I bet you would. But I think it would be better if you showed me some self-control. I will make you wait. Are you sad?”
“A little, Ma’am.”
“Can you do it?”
“Oh, yes Mistress. I can wait as long as you want.”
“Are you mad at me?”
“NO MISTRESS! NEVER!”
“WOW! That is a powerful response.”
“Sorry, Ma’am. It’s just that I love serving you and following your orders. It increases my pleasure every time and makes me better.”
“It does, huh? Well then maybe you should ask me if I would do you the favor of making you better by waiting for your orgasm.”
“Please Mistress? Please make me not climax until you deem it is time? Please?”
“Very well, slave. Since you asked me so nicely, I will grant your wish.”
“Thank you, Ma’am.”
“After you pleasure me, I may allow you to feel great release from me, but in the morning, not now. Of course, even after you are forced to wait until morning to pleasure me, I expect you to show more servitude to me by paying homage to my feet and ass. It will be worth the wait. I know how excited you get pleasuring and worshipping me. After all, you deserve a great deal of tender attention for being such a well-behaved slave tonight!”
I smiled and eagerly awaited the morning as we hugged and cuddled for most of the night. Waiting would be difficult but Mistress knows best. She knows I will feel even greater pleasure by sleeping with her and pleasuring her pussy the next morning. She was careful not to promise me a blowjob or even a chance for me to release my cum.
I went to sleep content. My greatest joy is pleasing her sexually and that is what I will get to do the next morning. My Mistress did mention a great deal of attention was coming my way so maybe she will stroke my penis, after all. I won’t know for sure but whatever it is, I will love it.