As always I entered the dungeon with some trepidation. The mistress had summoned me from work and commanded that I be there for her pleasure before four o'clock. Even though I had tried, traffic had been dismal and it was 10 past the hour before I arrived. Waiting on her throne she called me to her feet.
"Kneel," she said through tight lips. "What time did I summon you for" she asked?
"Four o'clock," I answered "but the traffic was so bad I couldn't make it here in time.
Her response was to slap me across the face with the back of her hand. "I'm not interested in your excuses," she spat out, "I am to be obeyed, not angered, or have you forgotten what angering me means."
"I'm sorry mistress, I won't ever let it happen again."
"You're right about that!" she said, caressing the angry red welt on my cheek, "I have something in mind for you today that should prevent a recurrence of the problem. Get ready for some training and be quick about it."
As I went to the corner and stripped she picked up the phone beside the throne and placed a hurried call. I knelt in the middle of the floor and observed her from my position. She had turned her back to me and was looking at the implements on the wall beside her. I observed the sinewy muscles of her shoulders as they slid under her satiny caramel colored skin. Ten years as a top body builder had given her a body most men would be proud of. Strong muscular shoulders tapered in a tight vee to an impossibly tiny waist. The tight halter she wore accented the sinewy grace of her upper body. Her hips were gently flared from her waist and the buttocks were round firm and high. Her thighs, a rippling mass of muscle as was her calf. Unlike many she didn't wear high spiked heels but rather boots with thick soles and heels that accented her 5 ft 6 in. height. The small leather thong she wore split the cheeks of her ass with almost cruel pressure and nestled tight against her shaven tight pussy.
Turning to me I saw she had picked a leather strap from her collection on the wall. Her eyes were glowing as she strode towards me in the center of the room.
"This should be useful for training your memory," she whispered. "Perhaps a little reminder of my anger would be in order."
"Kneel there and don't move a muscle, don't cry out, don't even flinch and you might get out of here without any permanent damage," she said. "Do you think you can do that Boy," she hissed.
"Yes mistress," was all I could gulp out. My eyes widened as she pulled back the belt. I knew from past experience that I would be expected to take my punishment in silence and that any failure to do so would be treated with contempt and more severe discipline.
The strap whistled through the air and the crack of leather on flesh rang through the dungeon. The stroke had caught me from the middle of the chest across the right nipple and arm. Without looking I knew that an angry red welt would already be showing there. In spite of, or because of the pain the nipple rose from my chest. Again the strap whistled and the pain bit into my other nipple.
"That isn't so bad is it," she asked?
"No mistress," I said. "I deserve it for keeping you waiting."
Approaching me she gently rubbed my right nipple with her hand and then taking it between her thumb and forefinger squeezed it, pulling it from my body and stretching it in the air. The pain shot through me as she hissed.
"Oh we're not through with the correction yet my little worm there is much more for you tonight."
Once again the strap whistled and this time blows rained down on my back, ass and chest as the mistress kissed my body with the coarse leather.
I was nearly fainting as she beat on me but when I thought I couldn't take another blow she stopped.
The effort had brought sheen, of sweat to her skin and her eyes sparkled from the excitement. Her nipples like my own were now prominent under the material of her halter.
Tossing the strap onto the table she turned to me and removed her thong and her boots.
"That has invigorated me my little slave" she sighed, "but I seem to have gotten sweaty. "Why don't you use your tongue to help cool me off," she said.
She sat in the throne and lifted her foot towards me. Crawling on my knees I went to her and began licking the sole of her foot. Slowly and carefully I made my way al around the foot and between her toes. I knew that to miss a single spot would result in further torture. As she held her leg in the air I licked farther and farther up from her foot. She sighed with pleasure as my tongue worked over her ankle, calf, and knee. As I started to lick her thigh I heard the sharp intake of her breath. Inches from her crotch and able to smell the scent of her heated pussy she stopped me and made me start on the other leg. Once again I bathed every inch of her foot and leg working my way up above her knee. I could see the bright pink lips of her pussy, puffy and moist from sweat and her inner juices as I licked the inside of her thigh mere inches from her beautiful pussy. Casually she fingered the small hoop that was pierced through her clit as I ministered to her legs.
