I’ve been waiting for you all day, and you just called to say you would be a little late. I’m disappointed…I miss you and I want you home with me all snuggled in for the evening...I jump into a nice, hot, scented bath...when I get out, I put on my favorite shirt of yours, you wore it yesterday, we had driven to the mountains and fucked like animals in the woods, and I can still smell the pine needles, as well as your own scent, in the fabric.
In our bedroom, I curl up on the bed...I decide to try and pass the time by doing some crossword puzzles. I take out a crossword book and try to concentrate on something besides how much I miss you and want to feel you...I’m holding the shirt collar to my nose and I can smell you…
Everything about you has such an effect on me...I give up on the crossword puzzle, and without even thinking about it...my hand finds its way between my legs...before I even realize what I'm doing, I can't stop...
I think about you and my passion takes over...It feels so good, even though I know I shouldn't, I know that I'm only allowed to touch myself with permission…this is an action that could get me a severe strapping with the belt…10 swats if I’m bad... but, all I can see behind my closed eyes is your beautiful face, and I'm getting more turned on by the minute...so I continue…rubbing my clit, slowly at first, then faster…the motion starting to create heat in my belly…
I never heard you come in...I'm on the verge of exploding...when I feel you grab my ankle and yank me to the edge of the bed...Surprised to see you, and knowing I'm going to be punished...I start to whimper...
You're standing there as still as a statue, stone cold, showing no emotion...
“Be quiet”, you say softly...I know I'm in big trouble now...when you're quiet like this, I know that you are very angry. You tell me to roll over and lie on my belly...I do so quickly, knowing better than to question or hesitate... You lean over me, and growl in my ear...
“Don't move”...
Pushing my face onto the mattress…my feet are on the floor and my ass is fully exposed over the edge of the bed...you walk away, but I can hear you taking the belt off it's hook on the wall...this isn't going to be good...normally, when we're just playing, it's my job to get the belt from it's place...when it's punishment, you get it...
When I sense you behind me again my breathing starts to become more rapid and shallow, and tiny whimpers are coming from my throat...leaning forward, grabbing my hair, pulling back and reaching around to grab my throat, you tell me...
"Be quiet slave, you haven't got anything to cry about...yet"
Applying a small amount of pressure to my windpipe…just enough to get my attention... then you let go of my hair and trailing your hand down my back, you stop when you reach my ass…placing your hand there to steady me...
I brace myself for the blow, but it doesn't come right away...you're drawing out the suspense...then when I least expect it, the first blow of the belt shocks me into full awareness...awareness of the pain, awareness of my mistake, awareness of your anger...
Riding through the pain, I try to prepare for the next blow...you can see me tensing for it, so you wait…and I know this is done on purpose to keep me on edge...you spank me again and again...I've counted five and I’m biting my lip so hard that I can feel a bruise forming…trying not to scream out in pain, because I know that I deserve to be punished...I know that you are a fair Master, and won't punish me beyond what I deserve, or what I can handle...