I have been awaiting your arrival this evening with quick anticipation. You called and ordered me here, dressed in my gauze gown, washed and fresh for you. I obeyed as I always do, with one small difference. I did not turn the bed down as you instructed. What makes it even worse is that I did it on purpose.
I remember what happened the last time I forgot to do this one small thing, and it makes me long for the punishment you dealt out then. I remember the loving way you disciplined me with that first spanking and it shakes me to my very core. It leaves me wanting more, it leaves me wanting to be punished and please you all at the same time. I ask myself how this is possible. I truly cannot find an answer and so I wait.
Now I hear you on the stairs and my pulse quickens! My breathing becomes faster, the anticipation is almost more then I can take! Just to see your face and that look you give me is enough to make me want to be on my knees in front of you with your cock in my mouth. You enter the room and look at me with those green eyes so full of love and admiration and I melt, and instantaneously regret my decision to not turn down the bed.
"Hello my love." You say as you come over to kiss my lips. Not a full kiss, just a soft touching of the lips, just a hint of what is to come, leaving my wanting more.
"I see you have prepared as I instructed." As you say this, your eyes sweep the room and me to make sure that your wishes have been obeyed; it is then that you see the unturned sheets and comforter.
"Oh dear, I see you have forgotten again my pet. Whatever shall I do with you? I suppose that I will just have to make the punishment stick this time."
I see the look in your eyes and am ashamed that I have acted so thoughtlessly. You only discipline me out of love, and here I have wronged you out of selfishness.
"May I speak Milord?" I ask with my eyes down cast.
"Yes."
"I did not forget to turn down the bed. I simply did not do it, and I am ashamed." I say this with the most reverent apology in my voice. I truly am sorry for what I have done, and wish to be forgiven.
"I see." You say this with a mix of disappointment and pride that I have confessed to you my transgression.
"You will have to be punished for this, but I will take into account that you have confessed and are contrite in your confession. But still it was an act of willful disobedience, and must be treated as such. If you wish to serve me then you must do it in all things."
"Yes Milord." I say with a slight curtsy to you.
"What must I do to be forgiven Milord?" I ask
this with eyes still down cast.
"First you must be punished in the same manner as before. You know the position I require." You say this with love and command in your voice. Even though I am being punished I thrill to timber of your voice. I require it as much as I require oxygen to breath.
I go over to the bed as I have done before and place my hands flat on the bed, bending at the waist. I plant my feet firmly apart so that I remain stable under your ministrations. You come behind me and softly caress my ass with your strong hand, brushing your fingers under both ass cheeks.
"Now, the last time I did this I did it with my hand and it doesn't seem to have lasted. So, I think this time I must use something else a bit more impressionable." As you say this I hear the clinking if your belt as you remove it from around your waist and the rustling of the leather against fabric as you slide it out of your belt loops.
"I am going to spank you, and it will hurt. I am going to give you fifteen lashes and I want you to count each one out loud. If you miss one or forget to count I will start over from one. Do you understand me?"
"Yes Milord. I understand." I am almost afraid now. You have never used anything but your hand in my punishment before. I am not sure I can handle it, but the sound in your voice makes me want to try. Makes me determined to take it and make you proud of me.
Suddenly I feel the first lash across my ass! It stings and I can feel the immediate whelp it is raising on my skin.
"One." I say this through clinched teeth as I brace myself for the next blow.
"Two." This time I am a bit more ready for the sting, but it still hurts and I do not know if I can handle the next thirteen lashes.
"Three." The sound of the leather striking my flesh mesmerizes me. I focus in on it and ride the wave of pain to the next contact.