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at that he quickly walked up to her, grabbed her hands behind her back with one hand, pushed her forwards so she was bent over, and proceeded to land several hard blows to her ass. He then let her stand up again, and told her to kneel again. This time she did so without complaint, keeping her head down.

"Now, this time, you either ask permission, or the next thing I hit you with is the crop. Do you understand slut?"

He loved to watch how she went so quickly from resisting to being very compliant. He thought she looked beautiful when she being so submissive.

"Yes sir. May I please stand up?" she asked quietly.

"Yes you may. Now that wasn't that hard was it?" he asked, only getting a soft growl in response.

"Watch it," he warned her.

Once she stood up, he told her

"Go stand by at the bed, bend over it, with your hands on the bed"

She went over to the bed and did as he asked, except she didn't spread her legs. He tapped her legs, telling her to spread them and she still did not. She was not really paying attention to him, so when the first blow of the crop hit her, she let out a surprised yell. Before she could respond, two more blows came down. He then stopped and tapped her legs again, this time she spread them.

"I am not going to put up with your attitude today, any resistance will be met with quick and severe punishment," he told her firmly.

"Stand up and turn around again"

She did so, feeling the slight warmth of her ass by now. He reached up and began to lightly play with and pinch her nipples, getting them very hard. As he did this, she closed her eyes and enjoyed, only to be startled out of it when he placed a clothespin on first one then the other nipple.

She opened her eyes quickly and saw he had picked up the crop again. He brought it up and lightly tapped her left nipple with the tip of it, making her move backwards since her nipple was now very sensitive. He reached out and repeated this with the right nipple, and this time she decided to stop him, so she reached up and grabbed the crop. Only after she did this did she realize just how bad a decision it had been. He simply looked at her for a second before speaking, he spoke very quietly and she realized she had majorly screwed up

"That is it, I warned you what would happen if you pushed me too hard, and yet you decided to anyway. That was your decision, but now you are going to have to deal with the consequences."

As he said this, she wanted to see just how far she could push him at the same time that she wanted to apologize profusely and beg him not to be too annoyed with her. She hated disappointing him and knew that her behaving this way must be disappointing for him. He could see her mind was racing, and wondering what she would decide to do.

She quickly let go of the crop, brought her hand back down and lowered her head, trying to look remorseful. He watched her for a second before moving away. He walked out of the room telling her not to move, that he would be right back. He came back in a moment, carrying wrist and ankle restraints and a spreader bar. He handed her the restraints and told her

"Now, you are going to put these on. I want you to remember that you chose to put yourself in this position."

She bit back a comment and proceeded to place the restraints on her wrists and ankles.

"Go back over to the bed and get in the position you were before"

She started to walk over to the bed, when he took one of her hands and kissed it, and she knew that he wasn't really that mad, but she had put him in a position where he couldn't back down. She looked up for a second and gave him a small smile.

She got over to the bed, bent over with her hands apart and her legs spread this time. She had to spread her legs another inch so he could attach the spreader bar. Part of her wanted to say something to him, but she wasn't sure what exactly. She decided to simply try to break the silence

"Uhm, sir, what are you going to do?"

She knew he probably wouldn't answer, but she hated the silence.

"You will find out soon enough, and if you talk again, other than to use your safeword or to answer a question, I will gag you. Do you understand?"

She swallowed heavily and replied with a quiet "yes sir"

The next thing she felt was his hand running softly down her back and over her ass, down one leg and then the other; goose bumps rose on her skin. His hands came back over her back and then around top her breasts, squeezing them softly at first, then harder, eliciting a soft gasp from her.

"How are your nipples doing?" he asked her, and his fingers played around her nipples.

"They hurt sir"

"Would you like me to take the clothespins off?"

"Yes please sir"

She knew how much it hurt when they came off, but usually he used his mouth on them right afterwards so it didn't hurt too badly. He grasped both the pins at once and took them off at the same time

"Ahhhh…owwww!" she yelled.

He massaged her nipples now, but it still hurt more than she was used to. Even through it though, she could feel her pussy juices starting to drip down her leg.

He stroked and soothed her nipples for another moment before stepping away again. Suddenly she felt his hand on her pussy, letting his finger graze her clit occasionally. He played with her pussy for a little bit, using a finger to play with her g-spot for a minute and then going back to her clit. She was moaning and trembling slightly. He could tell she was getting close to orgasm.

"Sir, please let you slut cum"

She hoped that by asked really nicely, he would let her, despite her behavior; she was wrong. As soon as he heard her ask, he stopped altogether.

"No you may not cum. Do you really think you deserve to after the attitude you pulled?"

She didn't answer since she guessed, correctly, that is was a rhetorical question. He pulled his hand away and she whimpered slightly in protest.

She desperately wanted him to touch her again, but knew that that wasn't going to happen yet. The soft touch of leather on her back was the next thing she felt, and she was glad, because, as much as the flogger could hurt a little, it was something she definitely enjoyed. She felt the first blow, and instead of hurting, it seemed like it went straight to her pussy. Each subsequent hit only served to arouse her more, although she knew she would have some bruises the next day. When he finished, she was breathing hard, and was as wet as she had ever been. He gently reached between her legs and played with her for a moment again. She almost said something nasty to him for teasing her so much, but knew it would only get her in more trouble. She heard him go through a few things and then sensed him behind her again.

She didn't have time to register the sound she recognized as the cane before it hit her squarely on her ass. She yelped and jumped as much as her position allowed. He hit her again and she tried to be a bit quieter, but damn it, it hurt. The third blow hit her almost directly on the juncture between her thighs and ass, and she couldn't help but yelp loudly again. The fourth and final one came and did hit that juncture, causing her to reflexively bring her hands back to shield herself. She stopped herself before her hands got very far though, thankfully. When he was finished, she was breathing hard, and was trembling slightly.

He stepped away and put the cane down. She heard the sounds of him removing his pants and underwear. She hissed in a breath when she felt his hand on her ass. He stroked it a little, soothing the sting. She knew she would have a couple welts from the cane, she had had one the last time he used it one her. By this point, she was arching into any of his touches, desperate for some kind of stimulation. He knelt down and unattached the spreader bar, letting her being her legs together.

"Up on the bed" he told her.

She quickly obeyed getting on all fours on the bed, hoping he would just fuck her at this point. He didn't let her down. He grasped her hips and quickly thrust into her. She let out a loud moan and clenched her muscles around him. He pumped in and out quickly several times before slowing down a little. She leaned down and rested her head on her arms on the bed. He was very close now and his grip on her tightened. Shortly she heard him groan loudly and mumble something unintelligible. After he came they were both breathing very hard as he pulled out of her.

She lay down and rolled over to face him, slowly taking the cuffs off. He cleaned himself off and helped her with the last cuff. He lay down next to her and reached over, cupping her chin and turning her head so she was looking at him

"Now, I know you are used to being allowed to come. However I think you will agree that your behavior didn't deserve that kind of reward."

She could tell he was disappointed in her by his tone.

"I'm sorry sir; I know my behavior was inexcusable"

She really meant it and he could tell.

"Well, everyone is entitled to make mistakes, just try not to make the same one twice"

They were quiet for a second before he spoke again.

"Alright, I think you learned your lesson. You may not come now, but later tonight I want you to masturbate and call me when you are close to coming and ask permission to come. If you do that, I will allow you to."

"Yes sir"

She put her head on his chest with her arm over him. He kissed the top of her head.

"Thank you sir" she said quietly.

I really did learn my lesson that day. There were still times when I was in a mood, but I either made a point of telling either Sarah or Kevin, and they would take it into consideration, or I would keep it to myself and watch my behavior carefully. Most of the time though my mood wasn't a problem. One day though when I was talking to him, my mouth did get me in trouble again though. I was teasing him about something and I guess I had crossed a line, because the next he told me was to "shut up slut." Normally he never spoke to me that way, so I knew I had done something. I got quiet and waited to see what he was going to tell me. He didn't sound angry, just very serious and a bit tired. He told me that he was tired of my forgetting my place. That being playful and teasing, etc. was fine, but that I needed to remember that the re were limits. He decided that I should have a reminder of my place.

That's when I first started what I called my task sheet. Anything I was supposed to do on a daily basis was listed and I had to mark whether I had done each thing each day. In the end, I wound up with three things on it: no panties, masturbating once each day, and identifying myself as his slut. What this meant was that for however long he decided, I was not allowed to wear any panties, unless he granted a special exception. I was also required to masturbate once each day. I was usually allowed to come, although occasionally he would forbid it as a punishment for something trivial. I also had to, on any phone call or visit, identify myself as his slut (or his and Sarah's if they were both present). This last one proved the hardest, because as much as I enjoy things, I was never able to verbalize them. Most of the time, if I had a request, I did it online, or if I had to discuss something, I did it online. I don't know why I had this problem, but most of the time it wasn't an issue. Neither he nor Sarah pushed it, and things got worked out regardless.

Both the task sheet and my not talking about things kept up for a while. Then, Kevin told me I didn't need to keep the sheet anymore, that he thought I learned from it. With getting rid of the sheet he also said I was allowed to wear panties again(except when I was with them of course), that I didn't need to masturbate, and that I didn't have to identify myself anymore. I was glad, although I had gotten rather used to, and sort of liked keeping the sheet and sending it to him on a weekly basis. A week of so after I stopped keeping the sheet, I saw Kevin again. Beforehand he told me that no matter what my behavior was like that day, he would find a reason to punish me. I didn't understand this, but didn't say anything at the time. The day I saw him however, I was slightly steamed over it…

It was odd she thought, he had let wear panties today; even told her which set to wear. She didn't mind, but she couldn't help but wonder if there was a reason for it, or if it was just a whim. Her musings were winding down as she knocked on the door. She only had to wait a moment before he answered it. He opened the door

"Hello, come on in" he said with a smile.

She walked in took a few steps forward and then turned around facing him and knelt down, her palms face up on her thighs and her back straight. This was a position she knew well. She looked up at him with a small smile on her face. As he caught her eye, he spoke

"Today you are not to meet my eye. I want your head up so I can see your face, but keep your eyes down. Do you understand?"

She quickly lowered her eyes before responding, "Yes sir."

"Good, then we can continue. Go into the other room and strip"

She began to stand up but he stopped her

"No, the other room is not far at all, I want you to crawl."

She visibly balked at this, never having been told to crawl before. She had to think for moment, and he saw she was debating. She finally decided that it wasn't that far and that she didn't really want to annoy him on something this trivial so she began to crawl into the other room. He enjoyed watching her ass wiggle as she made her way across the floor.

Once she got to the other room, she finally stood up and stripped down to her underwear.

"Leave your heels on" he told her as he entered the room.

She finished getting her skirt and shirt off, standing there in only a bra, panties, and her heels. He always made her feel like more naked than she really was, she wants sure how he did that. It was a bit chilly in the room, and she felt her nipples harden from a combination of the chill and her arousal. He walked around so that he was standing behind her. He didn't touch her yet, just stood there. She felt his presence there and wished he would just touch her already. He finally reached up, ran his hands over her breasts, down her stomach, over her pussy, and then back up. Then he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back, turning it as he brought his mouth down kissing her fiercely. His other hand went to her breast and reached inside her bra, squeezing her nipple until she moaned into his mouth. He let go of her nipple and her hair, placing his hands on her hips.

"I imagine your pussy is dripping by now. Is it?"

She didn't respond, she disliked answering this. He didn't bother asking her again he simply brought one of his hands back and slapped her ass hard.

"Now, I will not repeat myself. A good slut should answer questions and do as asked the first time. Anytime I have to repeat myself, there will be consequences. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir"

She knew from his tone that he was being dead serious.

"Now, answer my question"

"Yes sir, my pussy is very wet"

He reached down and slid a finger under her panties, and then suddenly thrust it inside her saying

"Whose pussy is this slut?"

"Ugh, yours, sir" she replied, breathing very hard now.

"Good"

He withdrew his finger and brought it up to her mouth. She hesitated a moment before opening her mouth and cleaning his finger off. He removed his finger and placed a kiss on her temple

"Good girl. Now, finish stripping, leaving your heels on"

She removed her bra and panties, and was standing naked except for her heels.

"Good, now go into the bedroom"

She walked to the bedroom, with him following closely. He enjoyed watching her walk around naked, partly for the view and partly because he knew she was slightly self-conscious walking around that way.

"Kneel down again"

Once she was on the floor again, she forgot momentarily his rule about eye contact and looked up at him. He caught her eye

"That's one, I'm keeping count."

She didn't need him to explain what that meant; she there would be consequences later. She quickly looked back down, grumbling slightly to herself.

"What was that slut?"

"Nothing sir"

He didn't respond, instead he simply started to get undressed. She knelt there, waiting; she hated waiting. Once he was undressed, he finally broke the silence.

"Come here"

She was only a little bit away, so she just scooted over to him, kneeling in front of him.

"Would you like to suck my cock?"

At this she finally grumbled loudly

"You know very well that I…."

He slapped her face before she could finish her sentence.

"I asked you a question, all it needed was a yes or no. I will not tolerate you attitude. Do you understand?"

He had raised his voice, and she shrank back a little before answering

"Yes sir"

"Now, then, answer my question"

"Yes I would like to suck your cock sir"

She always got stuck on words like cock, etc. However, knew he would get her to use them whether she wanted to or not.

"Ask permission"

She hesitated, considering a smartass reply, but decided that wouldn't be smart.

"Please let me suck your cock sir," she said quietly through clenched teeth.

"Very well, you may, however you must keep your hands behind your back, you may not use them"

Putting her hands behind her back, she reached forward and took him into her mouth. After getting it very wet, she worked on it for a few minutes, alternating what she was doing so no pattern really developed. He wanted to just take her face in his hands and fuck her face, but he also didn't want to come just yet. He pulled away from her and she sat back on her heels again. He stepped away and picked up a dildo, handing it to her.

"Get up on the bed; I want you to masturbate, using this to fuck yourself"

She hadn't done that before, but she took the dildo and started to get up on the bed. She made the mistake of looking up again

"That's two."

She climbed up on the bed and lay back, getting comfortable.

"Oh, also, the rule on eye contact still is there, however you may not close you eyes while you do this"

He knew she would wind up closing her eyes, but he liked to watch her struggle. She started to play with her pussy and her nipples a bit; she didn't need to wait very long though, as she was dripping wet. She slid the dildo inside her, feeling it fill her up. She wanted to close her eyes, but was doing fairly well not closing them so far. She kept playing with herself, fucking herself with the dildo until she got close to coming, and she started closing her eyes. He didn't bother reminding her to keep them open, since he knew she'd close them anyway. That was all right he figured, she'd pay for it later. As she got close, he reminded her

"Don't forget, I expect you to ask permission to come"

She almost immediately asked him

"Please sir, let me come"

He didn't say anything for a moment, just enjoyed watching her efforts not to come. He let her get built up a bit more before he responded

"No, stop what you are doing and take out the dildo"

She whimpered and hesitated for a moment, before disobeying him and finishing herself off. She came hard, and as she came down, she knew she had really messed up.

He was looking at her intently when she finished.

"Was I not clear that you were to stop? I did not give you permission to come, slut. You purposely disobeyed me. You do not get to come again today, do you understand?"

She didn't reply just lay there looking a bit remorseful

"Do you understand me slut!" he almost yelled.

"Yes sir. I'm sorry sir" came the meek reply.