The small noises of walking betray you as I feel you come into the room. Your presence excites me and I shiver with a hint of fear at knowing what you can do to me right now. You told me earlier to come to the bedroom to be properly punished and that I should present myself as you have taught me. I am not sure why I'm being punished, but I trust you and know you are teaching me a lesson.
I am on the floor, blindfolded, sitting on my feet, naked except for a butt plug, my knees as wide as they can go. My breasts move softly against my body when I breathe. My hard nipples jut out, little brown buttons waiting to be pinched and twisted. My shaved wet pussy feels very open as the air touches it. My hands are clasped together behind my back. My long dark hair falls around my shoulders and down my back tickling my skin. I hope I meet your approval, waiting like this.
You can see every curve and hollow of my body as you walk around me. I feel you come closer and try not to move except for breathing. Your hand touches my hair, smoothing it on top of my head and you are gentle. I want to lean against you, but I am still.
"Slave," you say quietly, "get up and walk to the bed, bend over it holding your self up on your hands."
I slowly rise and walk toward where I know the bed to be. My knees touch the side and I back up one step and bend, holding myself up on my hands. I don't move after assuming this position.
"Widen your feet apart," you say, so I do, until my feet are comfortably distant from each other.
I hear you go to our toy suitcase and I hear the zipper opening. I hear the small noises of our toys bumping together and a slight scrape as you pull something from the confines of the box. Am I going to be spanked or flogged? My anxiousness rises, but I hold my position as you come nearer and I try to breathe calmly as you approach. I feel your hand on my back and you rub it gently, steadying and calming me.
"Slave, you doubted my word that I would come home to you. You thought I had forgotten the promises we made to each other. Slave, we've been together a long time now, and you should know I will do what I say. Do you hear me, slave? Speak."
"Yes, Master," I answer quietly as my tears start soaking the blindfold. "I'm sorry, Master. Slave was all alone and so lonely, I got scared. I doubted your word, Master. Please forgive me."
"Slave, you are forgiven. It was a rough time for both of us. But you know you have to be punished for doubting."
You haven't said, "Speak," so I nod in reply.
Your hand holds steady on my back and I feel your body move a bit. The first *smack* against my tender ass causes me to gasp and get wetter. I sting from the strength of your spanking me with our new leather paddle. *Smack* again, and I cry out softly.
"Slave," you speak softly, "you have permission to make noise. You will receive 10 swats of the paddle, then I will decide what happens after that."
*SMACK* harder and it burns.*SMACK* *SMACK*
"OOoh," I cry out as my ass feels like it is on fire. You are a hard hitter.
*SMACK* I sob and cry and I feel my knees weakening to want to get away from this.
*SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*
"Ooooooooooh," I cry sincerely and solidly now. This is the hardest spanking I've received from you but it is making me so wet I am blushing.
*smack* a soft last tap of the paddle gets my attention quickly.
"That's your punishment, slave. Now stay still"
My eyebrows raise under the blindfold but you can't see this. You only hear my whimpers. I can't see the lust growing in your eyes either. My soft sobs slow down as I try to control my crying. Your hand stays on my back as the other one drops the paddle onto the bed. Your paddle hand then gently rubs my bright red ass. You move to where you are standing behind me and I wonder what is going to happen now.
I feel the touch of wetness and your tongue touching my ass and I shiver and softly gasp. You gently lick the reddest areas of my punished ass cheeks, then kiss each of them. I have difficulty trying to be still. I want to wiggle and push against your tongue. Suddenly, I hear your zipper sliding open and the soft noise of your pants falling to the floor.
Your hand slides to the butt plug and you push. I moan softly. That hand makes it's way lower and covers my hot wet pussy. At your slightest touch, your hand is soaked. You slide a finger into my pussy and I groan softly, pushing back against it, unable to stop myself.
"Oh Yes, slave," you speak. "You're ready and wanting something. Aren't you? Speak."
