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Be Careful What You Wish For
Part II
I hesitated to knock. I knew it was late and that I would probably be disturbing Lady Rose, but the urge to see her was greater than any guilt I felt.
I loved our late night chats, how we were able to confide in each other, how we sometimes gently teased each other and how, as my Mistress, Rose gave me the loving discipline I needed. Although I wasn’t quite what she was used to and despite the fact we both knew I would never wear her collar she was a very perceptive, warm and understanding Domme. In a short time she had already brought out in me feelings I scarcely knew I was capable of.
I plucked up the courage and knocked, a sheepish grin on my face as the door opened. My heart dropped as I saw Rose’s eyes blazing with fury, her scolding words striking deep as she berated me for ruining her evening. I started to mumble an apology, at the same time glancing down to Rose’s feet. Expecting to see her favourite red booties, I struggled to keep my voice from quivering as I saw that she was wearing a stunning pair of plush purple slippers. My heart pounded as I stuttered the rest of my half-hearted apology and turned to go – sorry that I had upset Rose on her special evening, but disappointed that I wouldn’t have chance to spend some time with her.
My sorrow turned to joy as I felt Rose’s hand on my shoulder, as she turned me back to face her.
“Oh no you don’t. You’re not going anywhere. That’s too easy. Since my night has been interrupted anyway, I’ll just have to change my plans. You wanted my attention. Well, you’re about to learn about an old Chinese saying. Be careful what you wish for, you may just get it.”
As Rose led me inside I felt the familiar feelings of excitement, elation and apprehension I always felt when I was about to be punished by her. I loved presenting my bottom for her to spank like a naughty little boy and I was very grateful that she’d agreed to pander to my desires and use one of her slippers, knowing as she did my fascination for them. There had been occasions when I’d needed a more severe punishment and she’d used one of my own slippers, which I found almost unbearable after just a few strokes. And a couple of wet spankings had left me hopping with pain and determined that I would try and avoid that punishment again at all costs. I was hoping that I would be let off with a less severe spanking tonight, but the look on Rose’s face told me I was hoping in vain.
I couldn’t help but watch her feet in their purple slippers as she padded through to the living room. I could see that I had indeed interrupted her at a bad time, as she turned off the film she had been watching. I felt bad. Guilty. I listened as Rose told me that she was going to put a stop to my unannounced visits once and for all.
I blushed a deep crimson as I heard her say:
“And don’t think I haven’t seen you eyeing my slippers ever since I brought you in here. Well, I’m going to indulge you. And you’re going to learn the hard way that what you think you want and what you actually get are two very different things.”
Even though I had explained my fetish for ladies’ slippers to Rose over the course of several conversations – feeling more confident to tell her a bit more each time – I was still deeply ashamed of my feelings, and to be reminded like this made me feel humiliated. It was as though she could see deep into me.
The humiliation was about to get worse, as I was ordered to take down my trousers and underpants. I always felt a sexual thrill course through me as I stood exposed, sometimes in a state of arousal, in front of my Mistress. Even though she had seen me naked from the waist down on every single occasion that she had spanked me, sometimes even with a glint in her eye when she saw my obvious excitement, I still found the act of baring myself at her command to be deeply embarrassing but incredibly exciting at the same time.
I couldn’t explain it – the best I could do was to put it down to the overwhelming feelings of submission involved in the whole punishment scenario: being scolded for my bad behaviour, being made to bare my bottom, and bending over to present my bottom for the spanking it deserved. Rose knew how powerful each of these actions were and always used the knowledge to her full advantage. Sometimes I swore she had such a hold over me at these times I would do anything for her. At times I felt I desperately wanted to drop to my knees and kiss her feet, paying homage to my Mistress in the time-honoured fashion. However, I had managed to maintain decorum and hadn’t yet succumbed to this urge. I figured Rose had enough of my urges to deal with without adding more.
Fumbling with my zip I pushed my trousers and underpants down to my ankles, crossing my hands in front of my crotch to preserve some modesty. I glanced down at those beautiful slippers again – I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t tell from my quick glances whether or not they would be effective for punishment but I’d be finding out soon enough.
Carefully I bent over Rose’s lap, as ordered, savouring the feel of her thighs as I pressed into them, then the warm weight of her chest as I felt her reach down to remove the slipper from her right foot. I winced and squeezed my eyes shut as I felt the slipper’s firm sole tap my bare bottom.
“You’re in for a big surprise, my dear,” I heard Rose say. “ The sole on these is a lot heavier than it looks. I believe you’ll think twice before indulging in this type of behavior again.”
I couldn’t help but feel afraid. Even from just the gentle tapping of the slipper I could feel that its sole was as solid as any I had ever encountered. I knew this was going to hurt. I started to plead with Rose for another chance but she firmly refused. There was a second’s pause before she slapped the slipper down across each cheek with a loud SMACK! I was used to the loud sound a slipper normally made, but I wasn’t ready for the sting this one gave. I yelped in shock just as another couple of swats landed lower down with a loud CRACK! Landing on my already spanked skin, these strokes intensified the sting, and I blurted out another plea that fell on deaf ears.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The slipper rose and fell, burning my poor defenceless bottom. I felt Rose hook her ankle round my legs to get an even better grip, before she aimed a series of smacks to the base of my cheeks. I bucked and howled at the intensity of the sting. Rose knew exactly what she was doing, deliberately targeting that ultra-sensitive area. Years of experience of dealing with naughty boys had given her all the tricks she needed to give a thorough punishment. Rose had never used a slipper before she’d met me – it just wasn’t something she’d ever come across before – but she’d taken to it as if it was second nature. I was almost regretting introducing her to this most British of punishments. Almost, but not quite.
I had been thrilled at the sight of her wearing slippers when I had arrived tonight, but I had no idea just how much those pretty purple things would hurt. The spanking continued without pause.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Oh God, I thought, wriggling and squirming, this is too much. A particularly hard swipe made me jump and my hand flew back instinctively to protect my blistered bottom. Big mistake. I regretted it instantly as I felt my arm being held firmly in place, my apologies worthless as Rose scolded me again before methodically swatting the slipper down along my burning cheeks and thighs.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
I was in agony. I couldn’t even struggle. The pain was continuous and I knew I was near to breaking point. I could feel the tears forming in my eyes. I started to sob…
The spanking stopped. Rose knew I’d reached my limit. I breathed again. Rose’s cool hand gently stroked my cheeks and slowly I began to regain my composure. Helping me up carefully, Rose sat me down on her lap. I winced at the contact. I felt like a very well-chastised little boy, and couldn’t look Rose in the eye. I buried my head in her shoulder and cried, my pent-up feelings finally freed.
“I really am sorry I ruined your evening,” I sobbed.
I was rewarded with a hug and a smile. Although the skin on my bottom was stinging and scorched from the slipper’s thick rubber sole I felt a huge sense of relief: not just that the spanking had ended, but that because in taking the punishment I had been forgiven for my transgressions. I was so relieved Rose wasn’t angry with me any more. And her invitation for me to stay and watch the movie made me beam with happiness. I got up to get dressed and make a fresh cup of tea, with Rose returning my grin.
“ I would stay on my best behavior if I were you. I’m sure that you don’t want an encounter with any of my slippers again tonight, not even the lighter ones,” she said, with a mischievous smile.
No danger of that, I thought ruefully. I looked down at Rose’s slippered feet again, with a new-found respect, as I carefully began to slide my underpants across my very tender behind. Rose saw me looking and grinned again as she reached across and gave me a playful swat.
“Ow! Okay, okay!” I laughed, “One cinnamon tea coming right up!”
Part II
I hesitated to knock. I knew it was late and that I would probably be disturbing Lady Rose, but the urge to see her was greater than any guilt I felt.
I loved our late night chats, how we were able to confide in each other, how we sometimes gently teased each other and how, as my Mistress, Rose gave me the loving discipline I needed. Although I wasn’t quite what she was used to and despite the fact we both knew I would never wear her collar she was a very perceptive, warm and understanding Domme. In a short time she had already brought out in me feelings I scarcely knew I was capable of.
I plucked up the courage and knocked, a sheepish grin on my face as the door opened. My heart dropped as I saw Rose’s eyes blazing with fury, her scolding words striking deep as she berated me for ruining her evening. I started to mumble an apology, at the same time glancing down to Rose’s feet. Expecting to see her favourite red booties, I struggled to keep my voice from quivering as I saw that she was wearing a stunning pair of plush purple slippers. My heart pounded as I stuttered the rest of my half-hearted apology and turned to go – sorry that I had upset Rose on her special evening, but disappointed that I wouldn’t have chance to spend some time with her.
My sorrow turned to joy as I felt Rose’s hand on my shoulder, as she turned me back to face her.
“Oh no you don’t. You’re not going anywhere. That’s too easy. Since my night has been interrupted anyway, I’ll just have to change my plans. You wanted my attention. Well, you’re about to learn about an old Chinese saying. Be careful what you wish for, you may just get it.”
As Rose led me inside I felt the familiar feelings of excitement, elation and apprehension I always felt when I was about to be punished by her. I loved presenting my bottom for her to spank like a naughty little boy and I was very grateful that she’d agreed to pander to my desires and use one of her slippers, knowing as she did my fascination for them. There had been occasions when I’d needed a more severe punishment and she’d used one of my own slippers, which I found almost unbearable after just a few strokes. And a couple of wet spankings had left me hopping with pain and determined that I would try and avoid that punishment again at all costs. I was hoping that I would be let off with a less severe spanking tonight, but the look on Rose’s face told me I was hoping in vain.
I couldn’t help but watch her feet in their purple slippers as she padded through to the living room. I could see that I had indeed interrupted her at a bad time, as she turned off the film she had been watching. I felt bad. Guilty. I listened as Rose told me that she was going to put a stop to my unannounced visits once and for all.
I blushed a deep crimson as I heard her say:
“And don’t think I haven’t seen you eyeing my slippers ever since I brought you in here. Well, I’m going to indulge you. And you’re going to learn the hard way that what you think you want and what you actually get are two very different things.”
Even though I had explained my fetish for ladies’ slippers to Rose over the course of several conversations – feeling more confident to tell her a bit more each time – I was still deeply ashamed of my feelings, and to be reminded like this made me feel humiliated. It was as though she could see deep into me.
The humiliation was about to get worse, as I was ordered to take down my trousers and underpants. I always felt a sexual thrill course through me as I stood exposed, sometimes in a state of arousal, in front of my Mistress. Even though she had seen me naked from the waist down on every single occasion that she had spanked me, sometimes even with a glint in her eye when she saw my obvious excitement, I still found the act of baring myself at her command to be deeply embarrassing but incredibly exciting at the same time.
I couldn’t explain it – the best I could do was to put it down to the overwhelming feelings of submission involved in the whole punishment scenario: being scolded for my bad behaviour, being made to bare my bottom, and bending over to present my bottom for the spanking it deserved. Rose knew how powerful each of these actions were and always used the knowledge to her full advantage. Sometimes I swore she had such a hold over me at these times I would do anything for her. At times I felt I desperately wanted to drop to my knees and kiss her feet, paying homage to my Mistress in the time-honoured fashion. However, I had managed to maintain decorum and hadn’t yet succumbed to this urge. I figured Rose had enough of my urges to deal with without adding more.
Fumbling with my zip I pushed my trousers and underpants down to my ankles, crossing my hands in front of my crotch to preserve some modesty. I glanced down at those beautiful slippers again – I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t tell from my quick glances whether or not they would be effective for punishment but I’d be finding out soon enough.
Carefully I bent over Rose’s lap, as ordered, savouring the feel of her thighs as I pressed into them, then the warm weight of her chest as I felt her reach down to remove the slipper from her right foot. I winced and squeezed my eyes shut as I felt the slipper’s firm sole tap my bare bottom.
“You’re in for a big surprise, my dear,” I heard Rose say. “ The sole on these is a lot heavier than it looks. I believe you’ll think twice before indulging in this type of behavior again.”
I couldn’t help but feel afraid. Even from just the gentle tapping of the slipper I could feel that its sole was as solid as any I had ever encountered. I knew this was going to hurt. I started to plead with Rose for another chance but she firmly refused. There was a second’s pause before she slapped the slipper down across each cheek with a loud SMACK! I was used to the loud sound a slipper normally made, but I wasn’t ready for the sting this one gave. I yelped in shock just as another couple of swats landed lower down with a loud CRACK! Landing on my already spanked skin, these strokes intensified the sting, and I blurted out another plea that fell on deaf ears.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The slipper rose and fell, burning my poor defenceless bottom. I felt Rose hook her ankle round my legs to get an even better grip, before she aimed a series of smacks to the base of my cheeks. I bucked and howled at the intensity of the sting. Rose knew exactly what she was doing, deliberately targeting that ultra-sensitive area. Years of experience of dealing with naughty boys had given her all the tricks she needed to give a thorough punishment. Rose had never used a slipper before she’d met me – it just wasn’t something she’d ever come across before – but she’d taken to it as if it was second nature. I was almost regretting introducing her to this most British of punishments. Almost, but not quite.
I had been thrilled at the sight of her wearing slippers when I had arrived tonight, but I had no idea just how much those pretty purple things would hurt. The spanking continued without pause.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Oh God, I thought, wriggling and squirming, this is too much. A particularly hard swipe made me jump and my hand flew back instinctively to protect my blistered bottom. Big mistake. I regretted it instantly as I felt my arm being held firmly in place, my apologies worthless as Rose scolded me again before methodically swatting the slipper down along my burning cheeks and thighs.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
I was in agony. I couldn’t even struggle. The pain was continuous and I knew I was near to breaking point. I could feel the tears forming in my eyes. I started to sob…
The spanking stopped. Rose knew I’d reached my limit. I breathed again. Rose’s cool hand gently stroked my cheeks and slowly I began to regain my composure. Helping me up carefully, Rose sat me down on her lap. I winced at the contact. I felt like a very well-chastised little boy, and couldn’t look Rose in the eye. I buried my head in her shoulder and cried, my pent-up feelings finally freed.
“I really am sorry I ruined your evening,” I sobbed.
I was rewarded with a hug and a smile. Although the skin on my bottom was stinging and scorched from the slipper’s thick rubber sole I felt a huge sense of relief: not just that the spanking had ended, but that because in taking the punishment I had been forgiven for my transgressions. I was so relieved Rose wasn’t angry with me any more. And her invitation for me to stay and watch the movie made me beam with happiness. I got up to get dressed and make a fresh cup of tea, with Rose returning my grin.
“ I would stay on my best behavior if I were you. I’m sure that you don’t want an encounter with any of my slippers again tonight, not even the lighter ones,” she said, with a mischievous smile.
No danger of that, I thought ruefully. I looked down at Rose’s slippered feet again, with a new-found respect, as I carefully began to slide my underpants across my very tender behind. Rose saw me looking and grinned again as she reached across and gave me a playful swat.
“Ow! Okay, okay!” I laughed, “One cinnamon tea coming right up!”
be careful what ya wish for
Be Careful What You Wish For by Mistress Rose
The evening was perfect. The Princess Bride was in the vcr, a cup of hot sweet cinnamon tea sat next to the recliner and a warm lap blanket awaited Rose as she walked into the living room after a long soak in the tub. Having managed a free evening for herself, she had decided it was time for some pampering and some serious veggie time. Her loose long wavy auburn hair was a sharp contrast against the stark plainness of the white satin pajamas she wore. The only touch of color was the very plush purple slippers she wore as she kicked back her feet and settled in to enjoy her movie.
She smiled at the thought as she snuggled in. Frills and spangles never were her style, only basic good taste and comfort, much to the surprise of her clients. Her first time boys were always surprised by the idea of a Domme in jeans instead of leather, but most were rather reassured by it once they got over the initial startlement. Unless she was wearing one of her special t-shirts that is. Rose still got the giggles remembering the way one very young man had turned very pale when he saw that the slogan on her shirt read, “Remember my name, you’ll be screaming it later.” He had been so much fun to play with once she had calmed him down enough to keep him from running out the door.
Halfway through her tea, and about twenty minutes into the movie, was a loud knock at the door, startling her out of her revelry. She sat bolt upright, eyes flashing, with an angry flush spreading across her lightly freckled cheeks. Rose muttered curses under her breath as she tugged on a deep purple knit robe. “Why tonight of all nights?”
Her suspicions were confirmed when she opened the door. Standing there with a rather sheepish grin on his face was Bobby, normally one of her favorites, but who had lately developed a rather irritating habit of pestering her in the evening hours. Which, considering the attachment he had for her slippers, she supposed she couldn’t blame him too much on his choice of times, but it was going to have to stop. This boy was going to have to be taught better manners and soon if she was going to get any peace. Schooling her face carefully, she gave Bobby a stern look.
“What are you doing here? It’s late. I finally get an evening off and you show up right in the middle of my movie? Well? What do you have to say for yourself? I’m waiting for an explanation, young man.”
Bobby’s smile faltered and he quickly looked down, unable to meet her eyes. What he saw when he did made his heart race. Peeking out from under her robe was a pair of the softest, plushest deep purple slippers he had ever seen in his life. A thrill shot through him as he imagined what one of them would feel like used on his bare bottom. Then, as her words fully penetrated, he flushed with embarrassment.
“I’m sorry, Miss. I know I shouldn’t have come, I know you’re busy. I, I, I had no right to ruin your evening. I’ll go, and I’m very very sorry.” He turned to leave, heavy hearted, when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He stopped in his tracks, hope and fear warring in his heart.
Rose grabbed Bobby by his shirt and pulled him inside. “Oh no you don’t. You’re not going anywhere. That’s too easy. Since my night has been interrupted anyway, I’ll just have to change my plans. You wanted my attention. Well, you’re about to learn about an old Chinese saying. Be careful what you wish for, you may just get it.”
He gulped a little as he followed her, remembering a few of the more serious spankings she had given him, using one of his slippers that she had made him bring over for that very purpose. He hoped very much that this wasn’t going to be one of those nights. Standing in front of her in the living room, he winced as he saw the movie still playing on the TV screen. His shoulders sagged. Now he knew she wasn’t kidding about him interrupting her plans for the night. Rose picked up the remote and turned off the TV with a loud click. As the profound silence filled the room, she sat down and looked at him.
“Bobby, you’re very sweet, and I like you very much. But this habit of coming over with out permission and constantly interrupting me is going to stop. Tonight. And I’m going to make very sure of that right now.”
He gulped and looked down again. “Yes, Mistress.”
Her eyes flashed fire. “And don’t think I haven’t seen you eyeing my slippers ever since I brought you in here. Well, I’m going to indulge you. And you’re going to learn the hard way that what you think you want and what you actually get are two very different things. Now come here. Trousers and underwear down, across my lap, this instant.”
Bobby walked over to her slowly, trembling slightly as he fumbled with the zipper. He had never seen her this angry before and had no idea what she was going to do to him. Somewhat awkwardly, he pushed his pants and underwear down to his knees and bent across her lap. He could feel the warm weight of her chest as she bent down to remove the purple slipper from her right foot. He closed his eyes and waited. Rose grasped the slipper by the heel and tapped him lightly on the bottom. “You’re in for a big surprise, my dear. The sole on these is a lot heavier than it looks. I believe you’ll think twice before indulging in this type of behavior again.” Bobby flinched away from the taps and wondered just what he had gotten himself into.
“I, I, I’m sorry, Mistress, I won’t do it again, I promise. Please let me have another chance.” Rose smiled and shook her head. “No, dear, you had your chance. Now you’re just going to have to take your medicine.” With those words, she cracked the hard rubber sole down across each cheek, one after the other. SMACK! SMACK! Bobby yelped in surprised pain. That slipper was heavier than any of the ones she had used before. His train of thought was interrupted as another set of burning swats connected slightly lower on his bottom. “Ow! Oh, Mistress, that hurts. I’m sorry, please!”
Rose grinned at his emphatic reactions as she continued to rein down the punishing swats on his sore cheeks. “Oh, I know you’re sorry. You’re going to be very sorry by the time I’m done with you, young man.” She hooked her ankle around his legs before delivering a set of stinging blows to the very base of his cheeks. These had a much greater effect. He jumped and howled. It was overwhelming to him. He just couldn’t believe how much that innocent looking purple thing hurt! Squirming and kicking fruitlessly, he renewed his pleas for clemency.
“Please, I’m sorry. I’m really really sorry. OW!” he yelped as another particuarly hard lick caught him on the base of his bottom again. Before he could stop himself, he put a hand back to try and shield himself, only realizing what he had done as he felt her hand catch his wrist. Bobby whimpered in fear as Rose pinned his hand in the small of his back. “Oh my God! It was an accident, I didn’t mean it! Please!”
Rose grinned wickedly as she raised the slipper high. “I know it was an accident dear. But that mistake is going to cost you dearly.” Starting near the top of his hips, she cracked the slipper down hard with rapid smacks all the way down to the tops of his thighs. Unable to struggle, he just howled. Finally, the ten stroke made him sob. Hearing that, Rose stopped and leaned back over him to put her slipper back on her foot. Rubbing his burning cheeks gently, she waited for him to calm down a bit before speaking. “Now, have you learned your lesson from this? No more popping up unannounced?”
Bobby sniffled and squirmed under her now gentle touch. “Yes Mistress, I’ve learned. I’m sorry. I won’t do it again, I promise.” Rose smiled. Slowly, she helped him to stand for a moment and then sat him down again on her lap. He winced as his sore cheeks came in contact with her thighs. He blushed as he tried to look her in the eyes and buried his face in her shoulder instead. Feeling thoroughly ashamed of himself, he started crying again. “I really am sorry I ruined your evening.”
Rose hugged him tight and ran her fingers through Bobby’s hair. “Oh, its not ruined really. We’ll just have to change things a bit. Feel up to joining me for some tea and a movie?” Bobby looked up at her, smiling through his tears. “You mean it?” Rose grinned. “Sounds like a wonderful time to me. Now be a good boy and once you get dressed, go make us some fresh tea. And I would stay on my best behavior if I were you. I’m sure that you don’t want an encounter with any of my slippers again tonight, not even the lighter ones.” He chuckled ruefully. “No Ma’am. I will be good. Those slippers look cute, but they pack a nasty bite.” Giving her another hug, Bobby jumped up quickly to dress, hoping to do so before she did another of her favorite tricks. Vain hope. He yelped as her hand caught him across his bare skin at the last moment. “Ow! I’m hurrying, I’m hurrying.” He laughed, relieved that she wasn’t angry anymore. The rest of the evening passed pleasantly, with hot tea, cuddling on the couch, and lots of laughs at the adventures of Buttercup, Welsey, Diago, and Fezik.
The evening was perfect. The Princess Bride was in the vcr, a cup of hot sweet cinnamon tea sat next to the recliner and a warm lap blanket awaited Rose as she walked into the living room after a long soak in the tub. Having managed a free evening for herself, she had decided it was time for some pampering and some serious veggie time. Her loose long wavy auburn hair was a sharp contrast against the stark plainness of the white satin pajamas she wore. The only touch of color was the very plush purple slippers she wore as she kicked back her feet and settled in to enjoy her movie.
She smiled at the thought as she snuggled in. Frills and spangles never were her style, only basic good taste and comfort, much to the surprise of her clients. Her first time boys were always surprised by the idea of a Domme in jeans instead of leather, but most were rather reassured by it once they got over the initial startlement. Unless she was wearing one of her special t-shirts that is. Rose still got the giggles remembering the way one very young man had turned very pale when he saw that the slogan on her shirt read, “Remember my name, you’ll be screaming it later.” He had been so much fun to play with once she had calmed him down enough to keep him from running out the door.
Halfway through her tea, and about twenty minutes into the movie, was a loud knock at the door, startling her out of her revelry. She sat bolt upright, eyes flashing, with an angry flush spreading across her lightly freckled cheeks. Rose muttered curses under her breath as she tugged on a deep purple knit robe. “Why tonight of all nights?”
Her suspicions were confirmed when she opened the door. Standing there with a rather sheepish grin on his face was Bobby, normally one of her favorites, but who had lately developed a rather irritating habit of pestering her in the evening hours. Which, considering the attachment he had for her slippers, she supposed she couldn’t blame him too much on his choice of times, but it was going to have to stop. This boy was going to have to be taught better manners and soon if she was going to get any peace. Schooling her face carefully, she gave Bobby a stern look.
“What are you doing here? It’s late. I finally get an evening off and you show up right in the middle of my movie? Well? What do you have to say for yourself? I’m waiting for an explanation, young man.”
Bobby’s smile faltered and he quickly looked down, unable to meet her eyes. What he saw when he did made his heart race. Peeking out from under her robe was a pair of the softest, plushest deep purple slippers he had ever seen in his life. A thrill shot through him as he imagined what one of them would feel like used on his bare bottom. Then, as her words fully penetrated, he flushed with embarrassment.
“I’m sorry, Miss. I know I shouldn’t have come, I know you’re busy. I, I, I had no right to ruin your evening. I’ll go, and I’m very very sorry.” He turned to leave, heavy hearted, when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He stopped in his tracks, hope and fear warring in his heart.
Rose grabbed Bobby by his shirt and pulled him inside. “Oh no you don’t. You’re not going anywhere. That’s too easy. Since my night has been interrupted anyway, I’ll just have to change my plans. You wanted my attention. Well, you’re about to learn about an old Chinese saying. Be careful what you wish for, you may just get it.”
He gulped a little as he followed her, remembering a few of the more serious spankings she had given him, using one of his slippers that she had made him bring over for that very purpose. He hoped very much that this wasn’t going to be one of those nights. Standing in front of her in the living room, he winced as he saw the movie still playing on the TV screen. His shoulders sagged. Now he knew she wasn’t kidding about him interrupting her plans for the night. Rose picked up the remote and turned off the TV with a loud click. As the profound silence filled the room, she sat down and looked at him.
“Bobby, you’re very sweet, and I like you very much. But this habit of coming over with out permission and constantly interrupting me is going to stop. Tonight. And I’m going to make very sure of that right now.”
He gulped and looked down again. “Yes, Mistress.”
Her eyes flashed fire. “And don’t think I haven’t seen you eyeing my slippers ever since I brought you in here. Well, I’m going to indulge you. And you’re going to learn the hard way that what you think you want and what you actually get are two very different things. Now come here. Trousers and underwear down, across my lap, this instant.”
Bobby walked over to her slowly, trembling slightly as he fumbled with the zipper. He had never seen her this angry before and had no idea what she was going to do to him. Somewhat awkwardly, he pushed his pants and underwear down to his knees and bent across her lap. He could feel the warm weight of her chest as she bent down to remove the purple slipper from her right foot. He closed his eyes and waited. Rose grasped the slipper by the heel and tapped him lightly on the bottom. “You’re in for a big surprise, my dear. The sole on these is a lot heavier than it looks. I believe you’ll think twice before indulging in this type of behavior again.” Bobby flinched away from the taps and wondered just what he had gotten himself into.
“I, I, I’m sorry, Mistress, I won’t do it again, I promise. Please let me have another chance.” Rose smiled and shook her head. “No, dear, you had your chance. Now you’re just going to have to take your medicine.” With those words, she cracked the hard rubber sole down across each cheek, one after the other. SMACK! SMACK! Bobby yelped in surprised pain. That slipper was heavier than any of the ones she had used before. His train of thought was interrupted as another set of burning swats connected slightly lower on his bottom. “Ow! Oh, Mistress, that hurts. I’m sorry, please!”
Rose grinned at his emphatic reactions as she continued to rein down the punishing swats on his sore cheeks. “Oh, I know you’re sorry. You’re going to be very sorry by the time I’m done with you, young man.” She hooked her ankle around his legs before delivering a set of stinging blows to the very base of his cheeks. These had a much greater effect. He jumped and howled. It was overwhelming to him. He just couldn’t believe how much that innocent looking purple thing hurt! Squirming and kicking fruitlessly, he renewed his pleas for clemency.
“Please, I’m sorry. I’m really really sorry. OW!” he yelped as another particuarly hard lick caught him on the base of his bottom again. Before he could stop himself, he put a hand back to try and shield himself, only realizing what he had done as he felt her hand catch his wrist. Bobby whimpered in fear as Rose pinned his hand in the small of his back. “Oh my God! It was an accident, I didn’t mean it! Please!”
Rose grinned wickedly as she raised the slipper high. “I know it was an accident dear. But that mistake is going to cost you dearly.” Starting near the top of his hips, she cracked the slipper down hard with rapid smacks all the way down to the tops of his thighs. Unable to struggle, he just howled. Finally, the ten stroke made him sob. Hearing that, Rose stopped and leaned back over him to put her slipper back on her foot. Rubbing his burning cheeks gently, she waited for him to calm down a bit before speaking. “Now, have you learned your lesson from this? No more popping up unannounced?”
Bobby sniffled and squirmed under her now gentle touch. “Yes Mistress, I’ve learned. I’m sorry. I won’t do it again, I promise.” Rose smiled. Slowly, she helped him to stand for a moment and then sat him down again on her lap. He winced as his sore cheeks came in contact with her thighs. He blushed as he tried to look her in the eyes and buried his face in her shoulder instead. Feeling thoroughly ashamed of himself, he started crying again. “I really am sorry I ruined your evening.”
Rose hugged him tight and ran her fingers through Bobby’s hair. “Oh, its not ruined really. We’ll just have to change things a bit. Feel up to joining me for some tea and a movie?” Bobby looked up at her, smiling through his tears. “You mean it?” Rose grinned. “Sounds like a wonderful time to me. Now be a good boy and once you get dressed, go make us some fresh tea. And I would stay on my best behavior if I were you. I’m sure that you don’t want an encounter with any of my slippers again tonight, not even the lighter ones.” He chuckled ruefully. “No Ma’am. I will be good. Those slippers look cute, but they pack a nasty bite.” Giving her another hug, Bobby jumped up quickly to dress, hoping to do so before she did another of her favorite tricks. Vain hope. He yelped as her hand caught him across his bare skin at the last moment. “Ow! I’m hurrying, I’m hurrying.” He laughed, relieved that she wasn’t angry anymore. The rest of the evening passed pleasantly, with hot tea, cuddling on the couch, and lots of laughs at the adventures of Buttercup, Welsey, Diago, and Fezik.
The Return by Mistress Rose
Rose was just settling back in her recliner with a glass of wine when the doorbell rang. She looked up, puzzled. This was supposed to be her vacation time this week. The past month had been very intense and she needed a break from her subs for a while. Especially after her favorite, Jacob, dropped out of sight three weeks ago. She was still wondering what had gone wrong with the relationship. He had seemed happy, and she had intended to offer him her collar soon. Suddenly without a word, he was gone. Rose was sad that he didn't at least tell her he wanted to leave, but philosophical. Some relationships are not meant to be.
The doorbell rang again, long and hard as though the person was leaning on the button. She got up, grumbling as she pulled on her sweatpants. "This had better be good. I am NOT dressed for company. And heaven help whoever it is if it's another damn salesman."
She opened the door and her eyes widened in shock. "Jacob? What the hell are you doing here?" Jacob appeared nervous, but met her eyes squarely. "I needed to talk to you, Rose, and your phone message said you weren't taking calls this week. May I please come in?"
Mystified, she nodded and stepped aside to let him enter. He stood awkwardly in the living room, as if unsure of whether to sit or stand. Rose walked to the kitchen for a moment and returned with an extra glass of wine, which she handed to him. He looked at her anxiously, but took the glass quickly. "Sit down. I want an explanation for the past three weeks. I've been worried sick. You can't just leave with no warning and then show up out of the blue like this."
He took a sip from his glass as he sat down. Taking a deep breath, he hesitantly began to tell her what happened. "I met someone, Rose. Another mistress. Teisha. I don't understand what happened. She isn't anywhere near as nice or pretty as you. But when I started talking to her, she just overwhelmed me. I couldn't stop myself from going to her." He flushed and looked down at the floor. "I didn't like most of what she did, but I couldn't make myself leave until she dumped me last night. She said I was not sufficiently submissive to her."
Rose frowned in anger. This explained a lot. She knew Teisha by reputation, but had taken great pains to avoid the woman. Teisha was a mistress notorious for picking up subs and slaves, using them up and turning them loose again, hopelessly damaged in heart and mind. She still felt hurt and betrayed, but she was beginning to get a better idea of why he was here now. The question in her mind though, was could she forgive him? She schooled her face carefully so as not to reveal to him her feelings.
"So, she dumped you for not being good enough in her eyes. And you decide to come back to me? Are you implying that I have lower standards than hers? Or that I cannot be just as strict?"
Jacob turned red and then white as he looked at her in horror. "No Rose! Please, I didn't mean it that way! I meant I never should have left. Oh my God. I'm so sorry. I'll do anything to make it up to you. Just please, please forgive me." He slid off the chair to his knees in front of her. "I know I was wrong to leave. I'll never be worthy to wear your collar, but I beg you. Let me come back, please."
Rose continued to look stern and implacable, but her mind was thinking something else entirely. The past few weeks had been rough on both of them from the looks of it, but if she handled this right, she could force him to grow in directions he had never thought he could. She had hesitated to collar him before, because she could sense his uncertainty. However, as she watched him kneeling before her now, she could see that all the doubts were gone from his mind. After tonight, he would belong to her totally, body and soul.
"Assuming I forgive you, are you prepared to face the consequences? This rose has sharp thorns that you have never felt before. Your punishment will be like nothing you've ever experienced before. And I cannot promise that I will take you back. If you are willing to accept my terms, you will address me as Mistress from this moment forth."
Jacob looked up at her, fear and hope warring on his face. He knew now that he loved her, and had been afraid she would slam the door in his face when he arrived. His biggest fear was not what she would do to him for his betrayal, but that afterwards she would still send him away. The thought of how she would punish him made him shiver, but he had to take the chance she was offering. He bowed his head again, unable to meet her gaze. "I am prepared, Mistress. I will accept your judgment."
"Go to my office and wait for me. I wish to change clothes first."
Jacob paled a little, but made no protest as he got up and walked down the hallway to her personal library. Now, he had reason to be afraid. He remembered that she only used her office for the most severe of punishments and had soundproofed it for that purpose. The only thing that kept him moving was the fact that he would trust her with his life. Without her, his life wasn't worth much to him anymore. He pulled open the heavy oak door and stood in the center of the room, looking at the walls. Paneled in oak, it was very beautiful. One side of the room contained her desk and a few extra chairs. Armless ones of course. Two of the other walls were covered from floor to ceiling in books. One of the things that amazed him about her was that she had read all of them, not just once, but several times. The final wall though, was what was attracting his attention no matter how much he wanted to look away. It contained several hooks, upon which she hung the tools of her trade. He was grateful that she owned no whips, but the other instruments were more than frightening enough on their own. Hairbrushes and paddles were among the most innocuous, but he knew from experience how much they could sting. His eyes danced over the more formidable straps that hung there and stopped in dread on her newest acquisitions since he had been here last. Several thin canes now decorated the wall and he knew she would not hesitate to use them on him now. A cold chill raced down his back
He turned as the door opened again and his heart jumped up into his throat. Rose entered the room, her soft red silk skirt rustling as she walked, a sad look on her face. It was that look that cut Jacob to the quick. He couldn't stand to see her hurt by something he had done. He shuffled his feet and looked down.
"You know that you deserve what's coming, don't you?" she asked. "I hope so, because you are going to receive a lesson at my hands tonight that you will never forget."
"Yes, Mistress, I understand. Thank you for taking the time to teach me." To his surprise, she did not select an instrument from the wall, but walked to her desk instead. She opened the drawer and looked at him. "I only use this toy for very special offenses. I don't leave it on my wall because it tends to frighten even the most stoic of my pets." With those words, she pulled out a long 18-inch metal ruler. Jacob turned white at the sight. He had known it was going to be bad, but surely she wouldn't do this! She couldn't. Rose smiled at his reaction. She understood the intimidation factor of the weapon she held, but knew that in skilled hands it was not as scary as it looked. She had practiced her technique for years. When done properly, it would burn worse than even a cane, but even after a severe spanking with it the marks would only last a few hours at most. She looked at him sternly as she walked over to her chair and ordered him to undress. Very slowly, he complied, whimpering in fear.
"Please Mistress. Not that. Please, I know I have to be punished, but not with that. I'll do anything. Please."
"You will do as you are told. Unless you wish to leave right now, you will obey my every command. You have two choices. This............." She paused for a moment and smiled menacingly. "Or the cane. Decide now."
Tears nearly sprung to his eyes as he realized how he had been trapped. He didn't want to leave, but he was stuck between bad and worse. Naked now, his skin crawled. She had never been this cruel before. It wasn't in her nature normally. It grieved him because he knew that he must have hurt her badly for her to wish to do this. The guilt of it was the only thing that gave him the strength to cross the floor to her. "I'll take the ruler, Mistress. I'm sorry."
She nodded, a determined look settling over her features. "I know you are. But you're going to be much sorrier soon." She pulled him across her knees and hooked her ankle across his legs to prevent him from struggling. Gently, she tapped the ruler on his bare cheeks and watched as he flinched. Closing his eyes, he waited for the first blow. It was not long in coming. His eyes opened and widened as he gasped in pain. The burn was unbelievable. She paused a moment to let the stroke fully sink in.
"Effective isn't it? Its actually quite lightweight. So, you won't bruise hardly at all. But that won't be much comfort to you since it also means that you won't be able to get used to it either." She snapped the ruler down again. This time he jumped. "Ouch! Please, mistress, I'm sorry!" He settled down on her lap again, trying to take this bravely, but it hurt more than anything he had ever felt before. He flinched and squirmed as the swats rained down on his bottom again. She stopped at ten to let him rest a moment. She was both amused and proud of the way he was trying to bite back his cries. Personal experience had taught her years ago how much the ruler she was using stung. Eventually, though, the pain would override his pride. Time to step up the pace a bit, she thought. She snapped the ruler down more rapidly now, making sure to aim a few swats at the more sensitive skin at the base of his cheeks. This time, the results were much more dramatic.
"Ouch!" he yelped. "Oh my god, that hurts! Yeow!" he yelled louder as one of the licks caught him squarely on the thighs.
"It's supposed to hurt. That's the point. You hurt me when you left without a word. I was worried sick. You don't abandon your friends. And to run off with the likes of her? How could you?" She kept lashing his butt through out the lecture she was giving and was glad she had a lot of leg strength. His struggles were starting to become much more frantic.
Jacob gasped for breath as the fiery pain mounted in his backside. "I'm sorry, mistress. I know that I was wrong. Please, I've learned my lesson. Please, please stop. I feel horrible about what I did." His fingers scrabbled the floor as another lick visited his bottom. He couldn't believe this was happening. She had never been so harsh with him before. He knew deep down that he deserved this, but was also very much aware that he couldn't hold out much longer. She was rapidly approaching the limits of his pain tolerance.
She painted line after line of fiery pain across his cheeks as she continued to scold him. Each sentence was punctuated by another painful crack of the ruler. "I cannot believe that you would allow her to control you so far as to let her keep you from your friends." Crack! "Didn't that give you some clue that what she was doing was wrong?" Crack! "You were lucky she didn't hurt you worse." She finished her speech with six smoking strokes right to the crease between his bottom and his thighs. This proved to be the breaking point. He screamed on the first and dissolved into helpless tears. He hung there limply on her lap, any resistance completely beaten out of him.
"I'm sorry, mistress," he sobbed. "I'll do anything you wish, take any punishment you wish, if you'll forgive me." He waited, his tears falling softly on the carpet, to see what she would do next.
Rose smiled softly. She put down the ruler and rested her hand on his sore flesh. Jacob winced, and continued to cry. "Do you mean that? I mean, do you really mean that? What if I decided to finish this with the cane? Would you take that for me?" He quailed inwardly at her words, but his voice was a resolute as he could make it. "If that is your wish, Mistress, I will accept it. Anything if you let me come back to you."
"Very well then. After this, I will take you back as mine. When you are ready, stand up and bend across my desk." She gave him a small slap on the thigh to speed him on his way. He jumped and stood as well as his trembling legs would allow. He had never been caned before, and was nearly paralyzed by fear. Slowly he walked to the desk, silently cursing his own stupidity that got him into this. As he bent across the desk, he said a prayer that this would end soon.
Rose walked to the wall and carefully selected the thinnest lightest cane she owned. After all, there was no sense in making things more difficult on him then they already were. She also took another toy from a hidden section of the case. It was a very special item, which had cost her a small fortune to have specially made. Resembling a riding crop, it had a weighted leather tip that was shaped as a rose. She had been practicing with it for months, but until now had had no occasion to use it. It would be a most fitting way to mark his return as her submissive. Walking back to Jacob, she set it aside on the chair for later. He shook as she dragged the cane lightly across his skin. "Please," he begged. "I love you so much. I'm so sorry I hurt you. I'll make it up to you somehow, I promise."
She smiled and raised the cane. "I know you will. I have every confidence that you will." Watching him closely, she brought down the cane for the first stroke. He howled and bounced up high on his toes. Immediately she revised the total she was going to give him sharply downward. His will was strong, but his body just wasn't up to it. As she laid on the second strike he burst into fresh tears. She was well aware that he could not hold out much longer. The next two she gave in rapid succession, causing him to shriek. He lay there, sobbing incoherently, past any and all thought of reason. Quietly, she exchanged the cane for the crop. Through out the caning she had been very careful to avoid the area at the base of his bottom just for this very moment. She waited for him to quit thrashing about before delivering the blow. It was critical that it be done perfectly. He tensed as he sensed her movement behind him. Quick as a lightening strike, she whirled and slapped the tip of the crop down on the base of his right cheek with all her strength. Arching his back, he screamed and then slid limply off the desk. He knelt there sobbing, one hand clawing the air as he tried to regain his feet. The only thought in his mind being that he must get back up to please her. Abandoning all sense of dignity now, Rose sat on the floor next to him and pulled him into her arms.
"Ssssshhhh. Sssshhhh. Its ok, now. It's all over. Its over, sweetie." She held him close and ran her fingers through his hair gently as he cried. Ashamed that she had broken him so easily, he buried his face in her shoulder, unable to look at her. Rocking him in her arms, she began to softly whisper to him. "You did well my pet. You did very well. You're forgiven. It's all in the past now. I would be honored to see you wear my collar."
He looked up at her then, smiling through his tears. "You mean it? You'll take me back? Oh, Mistress! It was worth it then, all of it. I'll never let you down again, I swear." He hugged her fiercely then overjoyed by the news. Grinning, Rose hugged him back. "I'll be at the front of your mind for the next week at least, my pet. When we go back to the living room, check the mirror and you'll see what I mean. Do you think you can stand now?"
Jacob wiped his eyes and nodded. "For you, anything. Right now, I feel like I could fly." Leaning on her just the slightest bit, he stood. After obtaining her permission, he gathered his clothes and went to the bathroom to collect himself. He washed his face and then turned to look at the damage in the wall mirror. His eyes widened in shock. As she had promised, he bore no marks from anything but the cane and one other mark. He blushed furiously as he realized what the blow that had broken him was from. For the next week at least, he would bear her mark on his flesh, a constant reminder of whom he belonged to. Gingerly, he dressed and walked back into the living room. Rose smiled as she saw him return and patted the seat of the couch next to her. Wincing, he sat, and quickly leaned over to cuddle up and take some of the pressure off his sore cheeks. She smiled and draped a casual arm around him. "Feel better, dear?"
Snuggling closer, he smiled. "Much. It was hard, but it was worth it." Stroking his hair, she relaxed, enjoying his company. A little while later, she looked down to see why he had gotten so quiet. She sighed in amusement. "Well I should have expected that." Worn out from his ordeal, he had fallen asleep in her arms. Slowly, she slid out from under him and laid him down on the couch. She tucked him in with a blanket from the closet, she walked out quietly and turned out the lights. "Goodnight, my pet."
The doorbell rang again, long and hard as though the person was leaning on the button. She got up, grumbling as she pulled on her sweatpants. "This had better be good. I am NOT dressed for company. And heaven help whoever it is if it's another damn salesman."
She opened the door and her eyes widened in shock. "Jacob? What the hell are you doing here?" Jacob appeared nervous, but met her eyes squarely. "I needed to talk to you, Rose, and your phone message said you weren't taking calls this week. May I please come in?"
Mystified, she nodded and stepped aside to let him enter. He stood awkwardly in the living room, as if unsure of whether to sit or stand. Rose walked to the kitchen for a moment and returned with an extra glass of wine, which she handed to him. He looked at her anxiously, but took the glass quickly. "Sit down. I want an explanation for the past three weeks. I've been worried sick. You can't just leave with no warning and then show up out of the blue like this."
He took a sip from his glass as he sat down. Taking a deep breath, he hesitantly began to tell her what happened. "I met someone, Rose. Another mistress. Teisha. I don't understand what happened. She isn't anywhere near as nice or pretty as you. But when I started talking to her, she just overwhelmed me. I couldn't stop myself from going to her." He flushed and looked down at the floor. "I didn't like most of what she did, but I couldn't make myself leave until she dumped me last night. She said I was not sufficiently submissive to her."
Rose frowned in anger. This explained a lot. She knew Teisha by reputation, but had taken great pains to avoid the woman. Teisha was a mistress notorious for picking up subs and slaves, using them up and turning them loose again, hopelessly damaged in heart and mind. She still felt hurt and betrayed, but she was beginning to get a better idea of why he was here now. The question in her mind though, was could she forgive him? She schooled her face carefully so as not to reveal to him her feelings.
"So, she dumped you for not being good enough in her eyes. And you decide to come back to me? Are you implying that I have lower standards than hers? Or that I cannot be just as strict?"
Jacob turned red and then white as he looked at her in horror. "No Rose! Please, I didn't mean it that way! I meant I never should have left. Oh my God. I'm so sorry. I'll do anything to make it up to you. Just please, please forgive me." He slid off the chair to his knees in front of her. "I know I was wrong to leave. I'll never be worthy to wear your collar, but I beg you. Let me come back, please."
Rose continued to look stern and implacable, but her mind was thinking something else entirely. The past few weeks had been rough on both of them from the looks of it, but if she handled this right, she could force him to grow in directions he had never thought he could. She had hesitated to collar him before, because she could sense his uncertainty. However, as she watched him kneeling before her now, she could see that all the doubts were gone from his mind. After tonight, he would belong to her totally, body and soul.
"Assuming I forgive you, are you prepared to face the consequences? This rose has sharp thorns that you have never felt before. Your punishment will be like nothing you've ever experienced before. And I cannot promise that I will take you back. If you are willing to accept my terms, you will address me as Mistress from this moment forth."
Jacob looked up at her, fear and hope warring on his face. He knew now that he loved her, and had been afraid she would slam the door in his face when he arrived. His biggest fear was not what she would do to him for his betrayal, but that afterwards she would still send him away. The thought of how she would punish him made him shiver, but he had to take the chance she was offering. He bowed his head again, unable to meet her gaze. "I am prepared, Mistress. I will accept your judgment."
"Go to my office and wait for me. I wish to change clothes first."
Jacob paled a little, but made no protest as he got up and walked down the hallway to her personal library. Now, he had reason to be afraid. He remembered that she only used her office for the most severe of punishments and had soundproofed it for that purpose. The only thing that kept him moving was the fact that he would trust her with his life. Without her, his life wasn't worth much to him anymore. He pulled open the heavy oak door and stood in the center of the room, looking at the walls. Paneled in oak, it was very beautiful. One side of the room contained her desk and a few extra chairs. Armless ones of course. Two of the other walls were covered from floor to ceiling in books. One of the things that amazed him about her was that she had read all of them, not just once, but several times. The final wall though, was what was attracting his attention no matter how much he wanted to look away. It contained several hooks, upon which she hung the tools of her trade. He was grateful that she owned no whips, but the other instruments were more than frightening enough on their own. Hairbrushes and paddles were among the most innocuous, but he knew from experience how much they could sting. His eyes danced over the more formidable straps that hung there and stopped in dread on her newest acquisitions since he had been here last. Several thin canes now decorated the wall and he knew she would not hesitate to use them on him now. A cold chill raced down his back
He turned as the door opened again and his heart jumped up into his throat. Rose entered the room, her soft red silk skirt rustling as she walked, a sad look on her face. It was that look that cut Jacob to the quick. He couldn't stand to see her hurt by something he had done. He shuffled his feet and looked down.
"You know that you deserve what's coming, don't you?" she asked. "I hope so, because you are going to receive a lesson at my hands tonight that you will never forget."
"Yes, Mistress, I understand. Thank you for taking the time to teach me." To his surprise, she did not select an instrument from the wall, but walked to her desk instead. She opened the drawer and looked at him. "I only use this toy for very special offenses. I don't leave it on my wall because it tends to frighten even the most stoic of my pets." With those words, she pulled out a long 18-inch metal ruler. Jacob turned white at the sight. He had known it was going to be bad, but surely she wouldn't do this! She couldn't. Rose smiled at his reaction. She understood the intimidation factor of the weapon she held, but knew that in skilled hands it was not as scary as it looked. She had practiced her technique for years. When done properly, it would burn worse than even a cane, but even after a severe spanking with it the marks would only last a few hours at most. She looked at him sternly as she walked over to her chair and ordered him to undress. Very slowly, he complied, whimpering in fear.
"Please Mistress. Not that. Please, I know I have to be punished, but not with that. I'll do anything. Please."
"You will do as you are told. Unless you wish to leave right now, you will obey my every command. You have two choices. This............." She paused for a moment and smiled menacingly. "Or the cane. Decide now."
Tears nearly sprung to his eyes as he realized how he had been trapped. He didn't want to leave, but he was stuck between bad and worse. Naked now, his skin crawled. She had never been this cruel before. It wasn't in her nature normally. It grieved him because he knew that he must have hurt her badly for her to wish to do this. The guilt of it was the only thing that gave him the strength to cross the floor to her. "I'll take the ruler, Mistress. I'm sorry."
She nodded, a determined look settling over her features. "I know you are. But you're going to be much sorrier soon." She pulled him across her knees and hooked her ankle across his legs to prevent him from struggling. Gently, she tapped the ruler on his bare cheeks and watched as he flinched. Closing his eyes, he waited for the first blow. It was not long in coming. His eyes opened and widened as he gasped in pain. The burn was unbelievable. She paused a moment to let the stroke fully sink in.
"Effective isn't it? Its actually quite lightweight. So, you won't bruise hardly at all. But that won't be much comfort to you since it also means that you won't be able to get used to it either." She snapped the ruler down again. This time he jumped. "Ouch! Please, mistress, I'm sorry!" He settled down on her lap again, trying to take this bravely, but it hurt more than anything he had ever felt before. He flinched and squirmed as the swats rained down on his bottom again. She stopped at ten to let him rest a moment. She was both amused and proud of the way he was trying to bite back his cries. Personal experience had taught her years ago how much the ruler she was using stung. Eventually, though, the pain would override his pride. Time to step up the pace a bit, she thought. She snapped the ruler down more rapidly now, making sure to aim a few swats at the more sensitive skin at the base of his cheeks. This time, the results were much more dramatic.
"Ouch!" he yelped. "Oh my god, that hurts! Yeow!" he yelled louder as one of the licks caught him squarely on the thighs.
"It's supposed to hurt. That's the point. You hurt me when you left without a word. I was worried sick. You don't abandon your friends. And to run off with the likes of her? How could you?" She kept lashing his butt through out the lecture she was giving and was glad she had a lot of leg strength. His struggles were starting to become much more frantic.
Jacob gasped for breath as the fiery pain mounted in his backside. "I'm sorry, mistress. I know that I was wrong. Please, I've learned my lesson. Please, please stop. I feel horrible about what I did." His fingers scrabbled the floor as another lick visited his bottom. He couldn't believe this was happening. She had never been so harsh with him before. He knew deep down that he deserved this, but was also very much aware that he couldn't hold out much longer. She was rapidly approaching the limits of his pain tolerance.
She painted line after line of fiery pain across his cheeks as she continued to scold him. Each sentence was punctuated by another painful crack of the ruler. "I cannot believe that you would allow her to control you so far as to let her keep you from your friends." Crack! "Didn't that give you some clue that what she was doing was wrong?" Crack! "You were lucky she didn't hurt you worse." She finished her speech with six smoking strokes right to the crease between his bottom and his thighs. This proved to be the breaking point. He screamed on the first and dissolved into helpless tears. He hung there limply on her lap, any resistance completely beaten out of him.
"I'm sorry, mistress," he sobbed. "I'll do anything you wish, take any punishment you wish, if you'll forgive me." He waited, his tears falling softly on the carpet, to see what she would do next.
Rose smiled softly. She put down the ruler and rested her hand on his sore flesh. Jacob winced, and continued to cry. "Do you mean that? I mean, do you really mean that? What if I decided to finish this with the cane? Would you take that for me?" He quailed inwardly at her words, but his voice was a resolute as he could make it. "If that is your wish, Mistress, I will accept it. Anything if you let me come back to you."
"Very well then. After this, I will take you back as mine. When you are ready, stand up and bend across my desk." She gave him a small slap on the thigh to speed him on his way. He jumped and stood as well as his trembling legs would allow. He had never been caned before, and was nearly paralyzed by fear. Slowly he walked to the desk, silently cursing his own stupidity that got him into this. As he bent across the desk, he said a prayer that this would end soon.
Rose walked to the wall and carefully selected the thinnest lightest cane she owned. After all, there was no sense in making things more difficult on him then they already were. She also took another toy from a hidden section of the case. It was a very special item, which had cost her a small fortune to have specially made. Resembling a riding crop, it had a weighted leather tip that was shaped as a rose. She had been practicing with it for months, but until now had had no occasion to use it. It would be a most fitting way to mark his return as her submissive. Walking back to Jacob, she set it aside on the chair for later. He shook as she dragged the cane lightly across his skin. "Please," he begged. "I love you so much. I'm so sorry I hurt you. I'll make it up to you somehow, I promise."
She smiled and raised the cane. "I know you will. I have every confidence that you will." Watching him closely, she brought down the cane for the first stroke. He howled and bounced up high on his toes. Immediately she revised the total she was going to give him sharply downward. His will was strong, but his body just wasn't up to it. As she laid on the second strike he burst into fresh tears. She was well aware that he could not hold out much longer. The next two she gave in rapid succession, causing him to shriek. He lay there, sobbing incoherently, past any and all thought of reason. Quietly, she exchanged the cane for the crop. Through out the caning she had been very careful to avoid the area at the base of his bottom just for this very moment. She waited for him to quit thrashing about before delivering the blow. It was critical that it be done perfectly. He tensed as he sensed her movement behind him. Quick as a lightening strike, she whirled and slapped the tip of the crop down on the base of his right cheek with all her strength. Arching his back, he screamed and then slid limply off the desk. He knelt there sobbing, one hand clawing the air as he tried to regain his feet. The only thought in his mind being that he must get back up to please her. Abandoning all sense of dignity now, Rose sat on the floor next to him and pulled him into her arms.
"Ssssshhhh. Sssshhhh. Its ok, now. It's all over. Its over, sweetie." She held him close and ran her fingers through his hair gently as he cried. Ashamed that she had broken him so easily, he buried his face in her shoulder, unable to look at her. Rocking him in her arms, she began to softly whisper to him. "You did well my pet. You did very well. You're forgiven. It's all in the past now. I would be honored to see you wear my collar."
He looked up at her then, smiling through his tears. "You mean it? You'll take me back? Oh, Mistress! It was worth it then, all of it. I'll never let you down again, I swear." He hugged her fiercely then overjoyed by the news. Grinning, Rose hugged him back. "I'll be at the front of your mind for the next week at least, my pet. When we go back to the living room, check the mirror and you'll see what I mean. Do you think you can stand now?"
Jacob wiped his eyes and nodded. "For you, anything. Right now, I feel like I could fly." Leaning on her just the slightest bit, he stood. After obtaining her permission, he gathered his clothes and went to the bathroom to collect himself. He washed his face and then turned to look at the damage in the wall mirror. His eyes widened in shock. As she had promised, he bore no marks from anything but the cane and one other mark. He blushed furiously as he realized what the blow that had broken him was from. For the next week at least, he would bear her mark on his flesh, a constant reminder of whom he belonged to. Gingerly, he dressed and walked back into the living room. Rose smiled as she saw him return and patted the seat of the couch next to her. Wincing, he sat, and quickly leaned over to cuddle up and take some of the pressure off his sore cheeks. She smiled and draped a casual arm around him. "Feel better, dear?"
Snuggling closer, he smiled. "Much. It was hard, but it was worth it." Stroking his hair, she relaxed, enjoying his company. A little while later, she looked down to see why he had gotten so quiet. She sighed in amusement. "Well I should have expected that." Worn out from his ordeal, he had fallen asleep in her arms. Slowly, she slid out from under him and laid him down on the couch. She tucked him in with a blanket from the closet, she walked out quietly and turned out the lights. "Goodnight, my pet."
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