Tonight I’m a sub with a light heart and a sore bottom.  Sir has delivered His retribution upon me and I’m a better girl for it.  He has patiently shown me exactly why I need to obey his commands and practice my servitude to Him every night.  My dearest hope is that never again will He have need to be disappointed in my behaviour or cross with me. 

Waiting, naked and alone for Him to come, hearing Him move around outside the room, stomach in knots, breathing heavily, knowing it will hurt, but wanting to show Him that I can willingly receive every ounce of what’s owing to me for my disobedience.  Silently checking off preparations in my head; is everything He asked for layed out?  Going over instructions, trying to demonstrate my absolute compliance and acceptance of what’s about to happen, not wanting to miss any little detail to exacerbate the situation.  Hoping nerves won’t get the better of me.

He’s in the room, and I’m rewarded with a glance at His handsome features before the blindfold goes down and I’m in the dark, serving Him, trying hard to display my complete and utter obedience to Him and my desire to serve Him to fulfill His pleasure.

His voice is so calm and quiet, yet commanding and I hang on His words, ready to jump to obey, feeling sorrowful as He expresses disappointment in me, wishing I had made better decisions.  The restraints remind me of His absolute control and my commitment to give myself to Him totally and completely. 

The crop provides an indelible reminder of each and every time I defied His wishes, and I desperately try to control my need to climax as my cu*t and arse are filled.  Sir’s gloved hand follows up the sting of the crop and I struggle to maintain my position as the fire of each smack burns across my cheeks. Oh that glove, I eye it as it lays dormant upon the bed, loving and hating it, wanting more if it means that Sir will touch me, any kind of touch, I am hungry for Him.

Not allowed to cum, my body shakes as His marvelous cock enters my c*nt and begins to pump its rhythm into my core.  Whimpers escape me as He takes His pleasure and I bite hard on my lip to hold back my own waves of pleasure. There’s a pause, and it happens – what I’ve been wondering about for days, as to whether He will enter me.  He stretches my tight ass hole with His thick cock and I am shown exactly why I need to practice every night to be able to take Him.  It stings, and I like it, despite the pain.  My final virginity is taken as Sir firmly yet gently slides Himself into my tight hole.  At the same time He fills my c*nt and blows my mind, I am totally and utterly His.  He deepens His claim upon my mind, body, heart and soul by filling my mouth with His cum and I lap up every drop.

Punishment is not good, not fun, punishment is no communication, being ignored, no tender touches, no sweet kisses, no reassurance, only anger, disappointment, pain, distress.  I am thankful that throughout this, though, there has always remained mercy and care.

I have learnt from this experience of my genuine and sincere desire to please Sir and to do better, so that I can be a better, more respectful, obedient sub for Him.  These past few days have highlighted my growing obsession to be a good, pleasing girl for Him.

Thank-you, Sir for showing me the way. 

v xxx