You walk in and sit on the couch. You call me over and command me to take off your shoes and socks and rub your feet. I happily oblige and begin to do so, thanking you for the opportunity. After about 5 minutes of me rubbing your feet, you ask if I have forgotten something. I have no clue what it is and have to ask. You tell me having to ask for my mistakes means double the punishment and I know it's going to be a rough night. You get up and head toward where we keep the toys and I immediately remember, I forgot my collar. I know I am supposed to meet you at the door with my collar and leash for you to put on me when you come into the house and yet I have not done it today.
You get the collar and leash and order me to my knees in front of you. You place the collar around my neck and get something else out of the bin but I can't see what it is. You pull me up by the leash and turn me around, placing my hands behind my back as you do. You cuff my hands behind me and push me back on my knees. You come back around in front of me and order me to remove your pants and release your already hard cock. For every thirty seconds it takes a lash is added to my punishment. I immediately get to work trying to undo your belt with my teeth. I see you videoing and I know you love watching me struggle. I get the belt done and start on the button, which goes much quicker. The zipper is a different story though, as if my face wasn't already rubbing around your crotch enough. After pressing my face against your cock through your jeans, it's hardness teasing me, for what felt like forever. I finally was able to get your pants off and your underwear down, it took me 5 minutes. You tell me to get the paddle out of the bin, so I walk over and feel a tug at my chain when I'm almost in reach of it. You pull me back and instruct me to crawl, because only good sluts get to walk.
I crawl over and retrieve the paddle in my mouth while you sit down. You drape me over your knees and remind me why I'm being punished. You tell me I'll be receiving ten hits from the paddle and I must count out loud, thank you, and ask for another after each one. If I mess up, we start again. I thank you for caring enough about your pet to punish me and brace myself.
"One, thank you Sir, May I have another?"
The phrase adds to the wetness that the situation and the smack has started. The first three are more like surprises, the next three start to sting, and the three after that start to hurt. The final blow comes down and smacks me directly on my exposed clit, sending both waves of pain and pleasure, almost enough to send me over the edge. My ass is red and my panties are soaked.
After thanking Sir for the last blow, he rips off my barley there anyway underwear and shoves them in my mouth. I can taste my pussy and it turns me on more. You dip two fingers into my cunt, commenting on how much of a whore I am to be this wet after my punishment. You finger fuck me while my moans are muffled by my panties. You tell me to thank you and I try to talk through the panty gag in my mouth. You pull them out and replace them with the fingers that were just in my cunt. You push me off your lap and onto my knees, my hands still restrained behind my back. You stand in front of me with your big cock erect and tell me to beg for the privilege of taking you down my throat. I do, and you tell me to go ahead. I struggle with not using my hands but am able to get you into my mouth.