After she had recovered from her intense orgasm, we lay together for some time. Occasionally I would look over at the clock and see that another twenty minutes had passed, until finally Mistress decided it was time to get up. She threw back the sheets as she got out of bed, exposing my hard cock, but she didn't look back and so didn't notice it. Or perhaps, she was deliberately ignoring it...
I was a little confused. She had led me to believe that I was to be punished for my mistake, and while I knew she'd enjoyed the orgasm I'd given her, I couldn't really believe that I'd completely atoned for my sins.
I waited in the bedroom for a while, to see if she came back, as I was concerned that she might think I was trying to get away without being punished if I got up and got dressed. I heard her go downstairs and close the door and as such I rightly assumed that she wasn't coming back.
I got up and had a quick shower, then made my way downstairs. She was sitting in her chair reading when I came down and I hesitated as I passed her on the way to the kitchen. She didn't look up from her book and after a couple of seconds I continued on my way.
Now I was very confused. I made myself a cup of tea and went and sat next to her for a while but she seemed only to be interested in her book. Eventually I got up and decided to mow the lawn. After I had finished I went back inside and still she was only interested in her book! I eventually gave up and found something to do and the day passed slowly, albeit pleasantly enough.
I was beginning to wonder if this was some kind of test. Was I supposed to remind her about my punishment, if I didn't was I leaving myself open for greater sanction? We were still new at this game, so we really hadn't thrashed out all the rules or protocols. On the other hand, was it my place to ask her? Should I be grateful that she had seemingly let it slide, or was that merely going to be used against me at some later juncture?
Eventually, just as we were about to go to bed, I decided to bring it up.
"Umm, can I ask you something?"
"Yes," she said, looking a little worried.
"It's just that, well.... I thought you were going to punish me for touching my cock."
She looked rather awkward for a moment, and then a little smile crept onto her lips.
"Well I didn't....I didn't really mean it, I was just...."
The disappointment on my face must have been more than apparent, but I tried to bluff it out.
"Oh, okay..."
I got up quickly and went to make my sandwiches for the next day. It wasn't that I particularly relished the feel of the paddle, it's just that...
I heard her come into the kitchen behind me and I felt strangely irritated and a little annoyed. She put her arm around me and kissed me.
"I'm going to bed, I'll see you in a bit."
"Okay," I said, cutting my sandwiches in half and placing them in a Tupperware box.
I heard her climb the stairs and I felt really mad. Mad at myself for being annoyed more than anything. I placed the Tupperware in the fridge ready for the morning and then headed up to bed. When I got there she was reading again and I got into bed beside her and put my arm across her, using my fingers to gently stroke her stomach.
After a while she put her book down and turned out the light. We lay together again, just as we had at the start of the day, only now I was tense and irritable. I think she must have picked up on this, because after a few minutes she asked me if I was okay. At first I said I was and then a few minutes later I admitted I wasn't...
"It's just, you said you were going to punish me, and...."
"I know..." she said.
There was a short silence.
"...and I was going to, it's just that... it feels a bit weird."
"Huh?"
"Well, I've never done that before... except when we're in a session."
"Oh, right..."
The penny dropped. She was right, we had been having regular monthly BDSM sessions for years, but inbetween times we were almost totally 'vanilla'. Now she felt awkward because she wasn't used to doing things like using the paddle on me without the familiar setting of the 'session' to reassure her it was okay. It hadn't occurred to me before, but now it made total sense.
On the one hand I was pleased that she had said she had intended to and that it hadn't just been a lot of hot air, but on the other I was at a bit of a loss as to how to negotiate this little problem. We lay together for a while longer and then she made a suggestion.
"What if, we had a little 'session' once a week, just until I get used to the idea?"
"Okay," I said, more than pleased that she wanted to meet the problem head-on rather than hoping it would go away.
"Like, say, every Friday or something. I could keep a note of any confessions you had made and then on Friday I could punish you for them?"
"Well, if that's the way you want to do it, that's fine."
"I know it's not ideal, but I think it might help me to get used to the idea..."
"Okay, let's do that then."
We kissed goodnight and then settled down to go to sleep, my cock already throbbing as I thought about the following Friday.
- - -
The working week was fairly uneventful. I was allowed to worship Mistress's pussy on the Tuesday night and in return she gave me a rather short period of extremely mild teasing. Mindful of the Friday session, I just managed to resist moving my hips as she stroked my cock infuriatingly softly. I desperately wanted to plead with her to stroke harder and faster, but as she had already made plain, it was for her to decide the level of pleasure I was to receive, not me.
Friday finally arrived and I was on edge all day, waiting for the evening to come. I arrived home at 5:30 to find Mistress waiting for me. Once again she told me to go straight upstairs and to shower and shave and then come to her in the bedroom. As before I was shaved and out of the shower in record time, only this time when I went into the bedroom she wasn't lying on the bed with her legs spread wide. Instead, she was sitting, fully clothed on the end of the bed. Not only that, but she was holding the paddle in her right hand and tapping it on her denim clad knee.
I felt slightly self conscious being naked while she was fully dressed, but strangely aroused by it at the same time. It just reinforced the idea of her supremacy over me, and made my balls feel slightly heavier with the 12 day load they were now carrying.
She stood up and held out my leather cuffs.
"Put these on," she said.
I took them and fastened them around my wrists as instructed and then she ordered me onto the bed on all fours. She quickly secured my wrists to the ties that are permanently affixed to the bedposts and then she slowly dragged the paddle down my back. The leather felt cold on my warm skin and I almost jumped when I first felt it.
Mistress chuckled at my edginess and reached between my legs to stroke my balls. After a few moments she curled her fingers around them and pulled them down in a slow, deliberate movement.
"Your balls still feel nice and full slave, I hope they are..."
"They are Mistress," I responded.
