On a typical day, she would look forward to her husband coming home. She had dinner ready and she had even made his favorite dessert; pumpkin pie. The house was clean and she herself was dressed to impress him. He liked her best in simple clothing with no make up. She stood in front of her full length mirror to give herself a final once over. She felt confident in her appearance and choice of clothing. An A-line khaki skirt that ended above the knee, a plain, pale yellow button up blouse that accentuated her waist and a pair of brown sandals with a heel to give her some height that she lacked. She liked the way her bare pussy felt against her underwear and she decided that she was exceedingly glad that she started having her pussy waxed. She fingered the gold collar that she wore and hoped that her husband (Master in the safety of their home) would not be too angry.
Usually, she only upset him over minor things and the corresponding punishments were almost looked forward to. She needed the closure that a painful punishment provided and it allowed she and her Master to let go of the tension between them. Just a few days ago, she snapped at him in irritation when he asked her a question while they were out shopping. When they got home, he bent her over the couch and gave her ten lashes across her ass and thighs with his leather belt. She, like the true masochist that she was, enjoyed that part of the punishment. In fact, she was so wet she swore she could feel herself dripping. The punishment came into play when instead of fucking her, he pushed her onto her knees with a command to "suck". Even worse, she was forbidden to masturbate so that night she went to bed next to her master ridiculously aroused and frustrated.
She was expecting a a punishment a great deal more severe tonight, though, and she was actually surprised that she found herself nervous about how he would punish her. She had made quite a large error when paying bills that month; accidentally paid one thousand toward the electric bill instead of one hundred thanks to an errant key stroke while paying bills on-lines. That unfortunately caused other payments to bounce when their account was overdrawn and the error was discovered when her Master's debit card was declined while out of town on a trip for work. When all was said and done, she had cost them almost 1200 dollars; 900 toward the original error and then another 200 in overdraft fees. Her master was furious because he felt she was careless for missing her error when she was paying the bill and then she did not realize it in time to save him the embarrassment of a declined card.
Tonight, her Master would be coming home from said trip and he was not at all happy. So, knowing his state of mind, she was going out of her way to make his homecoming as nice as possible. She simply refused to call it sucking up. Still standing in front of the mirror, she heard him pull into the drive and she hurried to the door to greet him and to take whatever he was carrying. He opened the door and without any preamble he stated "Go to the kitchen table, bend over, put your hands behind your back, and place your forehead on the table". She immediately walked to the table but inwardly she cringed; she really hated any sort of stress position and she knew it would be able to stand still in the way that he expected for any period of time.
She had been at the table in the position that her Master had ordered for what seemed like ten minutes when he heard him approach from behind. She heard the click of the cap to the lubricant and then her skirt was being pushed up and her underwear was unceremonialy pulled to the side. Her master then quickly slipped what felt like the medium sized plug into her ass, making her flinch and whimper. Immediately, her Master's ass came down on her ass cheek, hard. "You do not have permission to make noise and you certainly do not have permission to move. He then nudged her feet further apart with his foot and pulled her skirt back into place. "Stay there and don't move."
Hearing the sounds of plates and silverware clacking, assumed he was getting himself dinner. Her Master sat down at the table and began to eat his dinner. She patiently waited for him to finish, though her legs were getting wobbly since her Master had moved them further apart. He took his time eating dinner and when he finished, he placed his plate in the sink and then walked back to the table. The first lash of the belt caught her off guard and she could not help but let out a slight yelp. The next lash was harder as her Master said "You were told not to make any noise". She stood in place stoically through the next twenty lashes and then had to concentrate on not making any noise through the next ten. Her ass was clenching repeatedly around the plug so she was fully aware of it's intrusive presence.
When he stopped after thirty-five lashes she was quite frankly surprised. The surprise turned to understanding when he barked out "Strip!" She quickly complied and then found her hands being pulled across the table and secured to the table legs. Her Master then did the same to her legs so that her legs were spread wide and her weight was all on the sturdy table with her ass sticking out over the side.
Feeling the plug being twisted in her ass, she groaned before cutting herself off as she remembered that she was not supposed to make any noise. At least now she would not have to worry about not moving since her position made it impossible.
