What I was about to do could either be seen as incredibly brave or stupid. Depending on how you look at it. A few days ago, I insulted Sir in a very bad way. I called him a liar and insinuated that all he wanted to do was sleep around. And then I left, I released myself. It's one of the biggest mistakes I have ever made. So, I figure I at least owe it to him to say I'm sorry face-to-face. I just hoped he was in and didn't hate me.
I knew this could either go badly, or very badly. I couldn't see how this was ever going to get resolved. He would have every right to refuse me the time of day. I guess that's why I decided to dress in my best short denim skirt and tight black tank top that makes my boobs look amazing. Desperate times call for desperate measures. I couldn't handle him rejecting me. I needed to do this and it had to work. Could I be so foolish to hope he would have me back? I was about to find out.
I rang the doorbell and immediately felt myself starting to tremble. Even when things were good with us, my nerves would always be on edge. I never fully relaxed in his presence. I watched the door handle move and my mouth immediately went dry. My heart started to race and I feared I may have a full blown heart attack. The door opened, and he looked surprised. His brows knitted together in confusion, and I really couldn't blame him for being surprised at my presence. I was even surprised.
"It's nice to see you Sarah, but what brings you here?" He asked. My mind betrayed me instantly. All I had to do was hear his voice again to go completely incoherent. My eyes immediately drifted to my shoes and I shrugged. I fucking shrugged like a clueless child in class. I heard him sighing, and then he took my arm and pulled me inside the door.
I was inside his house and completely alone with him. If nothing else, it was a good start at least. I kept my head down, staring awkwardly at the ground. "You know, if you are here to say sorry; the very least you can do is look me in the eye." Shit! He wanted eye contact. Of course he did. This was something else I struggled with around him. I couldn't afford to let myself get lost in his chocolate brown eyes; I'd become addicted. Well, more addicted than I currently already was.
I took a deep breath and forced myself to look him in the eye. I swallowed. "I'm sorry for the things I said. Leaving was the worst thing I ever did. I miss you..." before I could avert my eyes back to the ground, he grabbed my face with both hands; almost painfully.
"You have insecurities just like the next person does, but you completely disrespected me. You have no idea how badly I want to punish you for it." My throat went dry again. I had no clue what I was getting myself into, but I said it anyway.
"Then punish me." Three simple little words. Words I could never take back even if I felt a sudden Pang of fear. It all happened so quickly, one minute I was stood there and the next I was shoved up against the wall facing it.
"What happens to bad girls, sub?" He asked me, his hand under my skirt and pulling my thong aside. "They get punished Sir." I responded breathlessly. I had no idea what he planned to do but my adrenaline was already coursing through my veins. I felt a sudden sting as he spanked me, hard.
"I'm going to spank you hard five times. You are to count them when I hit you. If you fail, we start from the beginning again. Do you understand?" I responded immediately. "Yes Sir."
SMACK! The sound filled the room and I gasped and tensed from the impact. "One." The second hit came immediately after I spoke. I tensed again. "Two." I could swear I heard him laugh. The third strike hit me, and it was definitely more painful than the previous two.
"Three." My breathing was changing as I tried to accept the pain of his hand. The fourth came quickly like the second spank. At this point, I had tears in my eyes and my words were a Whisper. "Four." Only one left to go. I could do this.
"Don't move." He said. I doubted I could move right now even if I wanted to. Moments later I heard him come back to me. He hit me again and this time I actually sobbed. It was far worse than the previous four. I couldn't speak, couldn't utter a single word. I was in agony. No! You need to say five or he's going to do it all over again! My subconscious screamed at me. Find the strength to say it. I don't know how I did it, but it happened. In a barely audible Whisper I said the last number. "Five."
I heard something fall to the ground as he ran his hands soothingly over my burning ass. "Well done. You always say how you can't tolerate pain, but here you are. Red raw ass and still you managed to say the last number. You never fail to surprise me and make me proud. You're my Submissive slut, your ass even says so."
He used the slut paddle on me. That's what hurt so much. His hand must have been stinging. I let out an accidental laugh and Immediately covered my mouth. He pulled me away from the wall and turned me to face him. It was then that I noticed he must of stripped while he went to get the paddle. "Want to share what you found so funny?" Uh oh.
"I was laughing at the fact you had to use the paddle on the last strike. Like your hand was stinging possibly just as much as my ass was and still is." He can't possibly be angry at me for that, can he?
He didn't look amused, but then he wasn't angry either. If anything, his eyes burned with mischief. "You never learn do you. You just had to go and make things worse for yourself. Very well then." And then I was lifted like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder. What did he have in mind now? I could feel my hands starting to sweat as the adrenaline and anxiousness radiated throughout my body.
He threw me on his bed and immediately discarded my denim skirt. "The top can stay, it makes your tits look amazing." So it did have the desired effect. I flushed at his compliment. "Soon you will be red cheeked, but not from shyness." He said, staring me directly in the eyes.
Shit! Was he always this intense? "No blindfold this time. And if you avert your eyes, I'll make that spanking you just received seem like a walk in the park."
I actually gulped. His words had the power to frighten the living daylights out of me and soak my underwear in equal measure, it really wasn't fair!
"How much do you want to become mine again?" Why did I not like this question? "I'd do anything you want me to, Sir." Ok, now I was just insane! He smiled and then walked away from the bed. I decided to stare up at the ceiling as I heard him rummaging around.
"Eyes on me." He commanded. I immediately did as I was instructed. "This is going to be intense. If you want to go I'd say so now if I were you." I saw him throw the rope onto the bed. He said it would be intense. I could handle this, right?
