Cocky And Subdued

He knew she would not be late, yet he watched for her out of the upstairs window regardless. All was in place and he was looking forward to pushing their experience. Arriving just in time, she walked confidently toward the house. She had on a rich wine coloured, body hugging shirt, a short black skirt, taupe panty hose, and her infamous fuck me boots. Her hair was unruly and wild looking. He had instructed her to come directly into the house and she showed no hesitation. She entered and saw at once that He was seated across the room. She glanced quickly at Him and then lowered her eyes.

"Well pet.. Did you drive with all the windows open? You look like a wild child. Is that any way to present yourself? And you seem to be in need of immediate correction already. You must forget the count of transgressions is ongoing. "

"Oh! I.. Umm... I'm sorry, Sir.. I didn't mean to.." Confident one minute, she found herself stammering and blushing fiercely the next.

"You didn't mean to.. What? Disrespect Me? Dishonour our union? Waste my time? Please do enlighten me." His fingers snapped and He could see she startled.

Her fingers flew to her clothing. She wanted to rush in an attempt to regain His pleasure but knew He would simply look at her flustered flight with irritation. She knew what he enjoyed. She knew he wanted sensual, polished movements. She tried to smooth her hair, surreptitiously, as she raised her arms; taming her wild locks. Slowly she allowed her fingers to touch her hair and, closing her eyes, her hands began their downward journey. Slowly.. Slowly.. Her soft touches bag the effect of calming herself. She was beginning to feel her growing arousal and she smiled gently.

He watched her very closely and was pleased she had taken ahold of her headlong rush. Watching her hands softly making contact with her face, her neck, and now her breasts, He could feel a desire to rush as well, but knew that would be a mistake. Her hands lingered and caressed her hardening nipples. Brat! He was tempted to call her on it but felt she might remember her place better with some "encouragement".

Her hands slipped to the hem of her shirt and she slowly lifted it. She could feel Him watching and the feeling of her fingertips grazing her torso had her trembling. She felt herself getting wetter and her breathing was coming faster, harder. She raised the shirt fully and the cool air puckered her slightly exposed nipples.

He watched her shiver. Goosebumps covering her body in a rippling fashion. The sight of her hardened nips had Him gripping the arms of His chair tightly. She was such a good girl. It was a very good thing this assignation was planned almost minutely. The sway of her hips as she removed her skirt was hypnotic. Slowly, teasingly, back and forth she worked it down. She turned when she went to remove it to show Him her bottom. She nearly knelt as she worked to get it over her boots. Her hands swept up her calves and thighs as she resumed standing. She could hear Him breathing heavily and knew He was enjoying her show. She folded and placed her clothing neatly on the chest by the door. Feeling confident once more and a little cocky, she thought she'd have a small bit of fun. She slipped a hand down her panty hose and into her eager pussy. She turned, showing Him the quick rub of her clit and brought her fingers to her mouth, sucking hungrily.

"ON YOUR KNEES NOW! THAT IS MINE!!" His volume and ferocity had her immediately on the ground. Her eyes closed and glassy with quick, unshed tears.

"You will listen carefully and follow my directions to the letter. You will show you know, and remember your place. You have disgraced yourself. Arriving in such a dishevelled state, forgetting how to be respectful upon our greeting, and touching with no direction, much less permission. You will do your penance respectfully or you will leave. There is twenty feet separating us. You will keep your toes, knees, stomach, breasts, forearms, and left cheek on the cement as you make your way to your Sir. You will repeatedly whisper, "This body belongs to my Sir. Every feeling and every reaction belongs to my Sir. There is nothing without my Sir." You will only raise your ass when you arrive at my feet. Every other part remains in contact with the cement. You will then beg forgiveness for disrespecting our connection. For disrespecting yourself. For disrespecting your Sir. I will further educate you and you will continue paying penance until I am satisfied you understand what respect looks like. Begin. "

She pressed herself tightly to the floor and began her manta and her progress. It was slow progress and almost immediately her knees and dragging breasts were beginning to burn. The pain, the cold, and her running monologue brought her situation clearly to her mind. She knew she had pushed Him and she felt the disappointment He had felt. When she finally arrived at His feet, she was burning and freezing. The cement against her gender flesh had ensured her physical association to the moment. Her ass pushed upward and it toward him, let finally began to speak.

"Please, Sir.. Please forgive me. I understand my actions were terrible and accept the consequences of those actions Sir. I will try harder. I will remember, Sir. This body is NOT my body, Sir" Variations of these words tumbled from her as rapidly as she could utter them.

He let her ramble and sometimes mutter.. Plead and even cry. The sight of her prostrate at His feet both aroused Him, and garnered feelings of tender concern and care. His finger snap and the command, "Over my knee... Pet" had her scurrying to obey. His hand landed harshly, repeatedly. He did not speak but was proud of how she tried hard to take the spanking with grace. The feeling of her flesh heating up and the deepening red was having an effect.

"Stand in the corner. Face the wall and raise your hands as far up as they will go. Push your ass out. Do not move an inch until you are released from this position." Her haste to comply and the euphoria of their contact had left His cock engorged and aching. He stroked as she aimed the required position. Minutes dragged by. Ten.. Twenty.. He watched her as she began to shake with the effort to remain still. Thirty minutes had passed. His whispered, "Come", saw her move toward Him with deference.

"Get me your wooden brush and two elastics. Turn around and mount my cock. You will rock back and forth as I brush that mess.