She sat there quietly, looking down at the floor as her Master paced, back and forth. She could see the veins on his neck, the red in his face and every time he stopped and began to speak, his voice would begin to rise, he would stammer over his words, get quiet and go back to pacing.
For the first time she was afraid, she had not meant to make her Master mad, she had wanted to get his attention, wanted him to pay more attention to her, so she acted out. Now she knew she had gone too far, she was truly sorry. She tried crying and begging, but this time he did not soften. She was so very much afraid, not afraid that he would punish her or hurt her physically, but that he would reject her. No, that would be too much for her, more than she could endure. Now she must wait, in anguish as he regained his composure. If he knew how much she was suffering, he would not need to punish her more, she was suffering now more than she thought possible.
“What am I to do with you?”
He was looking at her, she wiped the tears from her cheek and looked up at him, “I am so sorry Master, please forgive me, I will never never ever be that bad again …”
“You have apologized, that is enough, but now how shall I punish you, what is appropriate for your actions?”
“Sir, please spank me, make it hurt and make me cry.”
Her head was bowed, but she peaked up at him and smile a file cross his face, not quite but almost a grin. “My pet, I don’t think spanking you is exactly punishment. If I remember correctly that only gets you very hot and excited.”
He did know, he did know how much she liked to have her bottom spanked, turned a fiery red. Her nipples would get hard, her lips would swell and soon her juices would be flowing. Yes, she wanted to make him angry enough to spank her, then make love to her, but she had miscalculated terribly.
He looked down at her, “Ok, my pet, we are going out. Put on a blouse, a skirt and shoes. You will get your spanking but not here.”
Slowly she rose and dressed as he instructed. She hated going out without a bra and panties, it just wasn’t right. She was a shy person, totally committed to her Master, but shy, conservative around others. When she went without a bra, her nipples would rub against the material and get hard. The more she tried to will them to be soft, the harder they would get. It never failed that her nipples would grow and press against the blouse, two very prominent bumps.
They drove in silence to his club. He parked the car, opened her door and cautioned her, “You have pushed me to the limits, do not embarrass me today, do as you are told, keep your mouth under control and this will be over soon.”
She nodded her head as she slipped out of the car, “Master, may I ask what you have in mind for me?”
He smiled at her, “Of course you may ask.” Then he took her arm and led her toward the doors. Her temper was slowly building, she was thinking, I asked a simple question, why can’t he just answer me. Her mind raced as she followed him.
