slave/master
:redmoon: I walk in this dimly lit bar....my eyes adjusting after the bright sunshine outside....it's cool in here....I look around, not many people in here. "Good" my thoughts desire privacy. I sit down in a booth...in a dark corner...A waitress comes and I ask her for some club soda....she brings it and leaves. I look at the glass...and my thought wander to this lovely man. I wonder where he is. He controls my every thought....my love for him is boundless. He knows I am here, but I don't see him. Then....I feel him...I feel his presence. I jump slightly...startled...and look up...there he is, right in front of me. He holds out his hand to me and I take it and get up....wordlessly following him to a room in the back. He leads me in and locks the door behind us. He pulls me in his arms and kisses me hard....and very passionately. "Now" he says....and I hold my breath....waiting. "You know better than this....don't you?" He looks at me intently, and I bow my head. "Yes sir" He is not pleased with my outfit....my skirt being very short...showing off my legs....my blouse a little too tight...leaving little for the imagination as to my breasts.
"I just wanted to look nice for you" I knew this wasn't going to be an acceptable excuse. He walks away from me and takes a chair and pulls it into the middle of the room. I stand there, swallowing hard. He sits in the chair..."come here to me" I stand there, my legs feel like lead....and I am shaking my head no. Yet, I try to move towards him. "Please sir....I will do better next time....just give me another chance" He looks hard at me..."NOW ......I want you here now, and there are no excuses....you were warned before." A lone tear falls down my face.....knowing he will show me no mercy now....and I move towards him, very slowly. "The slower you move, the longer you will be punished" he warns me. But it doesn't hasten my steps....my fear is too great. I eventually reach him and stand before him. He looks at me...."You have been naughty, haven't you? I nod my head, not trusting myself to talk. He takes me by the wrist and pulls me over his lap. My heart is pounding. He flips up my short skirt and runs his hands over the little white panties. I shiver at his touch. "I am afraid that this time....you will really pay the price for disobedience" I nod my head in acknowledgment....too scared to speak. He pushes down the panties, exposing my white bottom....He squeezes the cheeks...and rubs them hard....I am almost holding my breath....waiting....for the first blow.
And it comes.....and it's hard.....too hard for his hand...I try to look back and I see a flash of something shiny.....it hurts really bad and I cry out. His hand comes down over and over again....with a metal ruler....and the pain spreads through my back and down my legs....I am screaming...."oh please, sir....please stop.....no more.....it hurts very bad....I won't do this again...I promise" my cries are getting louder and it seems that the more I cry the more he attacks my bottom with that metal weapon. Then it stops. I am out of breath, I lay there....hoping and praying there is no more....and wondering how I will even walk, much less sit down ever again. He leans over and whispers in my ear..."How does that feel? Do you feel punished enough?" Having a sense that it was a rhetorical question....I don't answer....just sob....."WHAT? You don't have an answer for me? Maybe it wasn't enough...."
I raise my head up....."I love you, sir"
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