Attitude Adjustment

I was angry when you called
Not at you, of course
At someone else
Your suggestion "think of what you want me to do to you"
I couldn't think
I was angry
"You decide," I replied
"Get the rope, the clothespins, and anything else you want me to use"
I arrived
Placed the items on the chair
You arrived shortly thereafter
You pulled me close
Holding me tight
We kissed
"This is not a correction," you stated
"Yes," I acknowledged
We kissed again
Hungrily
You slapped my face
I immediately felt submissive
How could this not be a correction, I thought

"Strip," you commanded
I started to undress
Too slowly for your needs
As you tossed my jacket to the floor
I protested
Picked it up
Placed it gently in the closet
"I don't want it to get dirty"
I unbuttoned my shirt
Slowly
Silently counting the buttons to myself
Eight
"I see you've learned," you commented
Noticing my bra and panties matched
I stood
Naked
In the room

"Put this on," you stated
Handing me a wrist cuff
I tried
Unable to pull it tight
You assisted
I watched your eyes
I stood
Waiting
Not knowing what to do

"Put the other one on," you said handing it to me
I easily placed this one on my wrist
You took my hands
Guided me to the door
Turned me around
Tied my arms
Tied my wrists
I stood on my toes
Spread my legs open
I watched you
I waited
I closed my eyes

I felt the first pain
Sharp
Deep
In my left nipple
A clothespin
Pinched hard against the soft nipple
I sucked in my breath
I let out a moan
Another clothespin
On my right nipple
The sensitive one
Harder
More clothespins
Against the breast
Pinching
Hard
Stinging
More clothespins
On the clit

The flogger in your hand
You started hitting me
My legs
My waist
My pussy
The clothespins tossed to the floor
You hit my breasts
Over and over
Sensitive
It hurt
Tears slowly dripped down my cheeks
Random strands
Hit my neck
Causing me to cough
Fear
No air

"Spread your legs"
On my toes
My feet beginning to cramp
I spread my legs
The flogger
Hit
Hard
Repeatedly
Against
My
Pussy
My arms
Aching against the thin clothesline

"I'm going to hit you hard"
I watched your eyes
I stared at you
Silently begging you to hit me
Hard
Give me pain
Intense pain
Only you can give it to me
Sweat glistening on your forehead
I watched your eyes
Yes, this is not a correction, I thought
If it were, I would not be permitted to look at you

I watched
Your arm
Swung back
The flogger
Hit my pussy
Stinging
Over and over
Harder
Sweat on your hairline
Pain
Submissive pain
Washed over me

Your hand
Cupped my breast
I watched
As the flogger hit it
My arms aching

You untied me
My legs cramped
I couldn't walk
You pushed me
Onto the bed
On my stomach
I didn't understand
Cunt on pillows
The pillows were at the top of the bed
Oh, move the pillows
I was delirious

"Close your eyes"
I closed them tight
You tied my arms
Spread against the bed
You tied my feet
Spread against the bed
My ass in the air
The flogger
Hit
Hard
Against my ass
I screamed in pain
Again
Hard
Much harder than before
Then
Your
Bare
Hand
Against my skin
My ass
My thighs
I cried
No, please
It hurt
Yet I needed the pain
I wanted it

You brought something new
I waited
As you walked away
Catching my breath
Calming myself
Cold
Intense Cold
Against my skin
I couldn't determine what it was
Cold
Against my ass
Against my legs
Down my crack
Cold
Soothing
I moaned in pleasure
Something hard
Hitting my ass
What was it
I couldn't tell
Wood
Maybe
I reached for your hand
Our fingers interlocking
Squeezing tight
As you hit me

"How many," you inquired
Ten
I didn't reply
Twenty
I didn't reply
My mind unable to think 
Thirty
It would be thirty
I cried silently
Not thirty

I counted
Your strikes
Hard
With my counts
I could barely speak
The pain
Intense
I counted
More strikes
My ass
Hot
My thighs
Stinging
Twelve
Strike
Ten
No, no, eleven
Oh, such a pity
"We shall have to start over"
I cried
No, please no
Thirty
Strike
I counted faster
Faster you hit
Your hand on fire
As it hit my skin
Numb
I counted to
One
The last strike
Hard
Against both cheeks
Hot tears staining the sheets
You paused
I expected more
But you stopped
I was truthful
I didn't want more

Your hands rubbed my hot skin
Calming me
Bruises here, here, here
You pointed
I smiled
Pleased at your work

You untied my hand
You knelt between my legs
Your hand on my ass
As your finger entered my asshole
"Make yourself come," you stated
Your finger
Sliding in and out of me
Your moans
Loud
Grunting as you worked
Forcing your fingers
Deep
I came
Squeezing my ass
Squeezing your fingers
I heard you
Your pants unzipping
Your hand
Against your cock
Sliding
Faster and faster
"Make yourself come," you commanded
My hand on my clit
Pressing hard
As I heard you
Your moans
I could tell you were about to come
I could hear your breathing
Then
I felt it
Hot cum
Spraying on my hot ass
Dripping down my ass
Splashing on my back
As you moaned
In pleasure
I came

You got up
Washed
Dressed
"Are you going to untie me," I inquired
You smiled
A beautiful face
"You are"
As you glanced over your shoulder
And walked away