...you, my Mistress, lay out my clothes for church: mid length grey skirt, nice white blouse, tan pantyhose, beige panties, white lace bra and my extra large breasts. "Get ready for church, NOW!" Yes, Mistress, I reply. You are dressed in a royal blue wrap dress that has a matching belt around your waist - the color looks so good on you, and the dress highlights your curves beautifully, but not too sexy - we're going to church after all.
We get to church, but have to sit in the very back because we are late. "I told you to hurry up and get ready, now look where we have to sit - this is your fault!"...you say as you give me a very angry glare. "I am sorry Mistress", I reply with my head down.
Mid way thru service, I become fidgety and I am not paying attention. You lean over and sternly whisper in my ear: "Behave, or else!" Again, glaring at me. I straighten up, but a few minutes later, I am fidgety again and I am rubbing my clit thru my skirt. You reach over and slap my face hard, but quietly so no one hears. I look at you and you are glaring at me even more intensely. You lean over and say: "That's it you nasty little gurl! You sit on your hands and you pay attention to service. You are embarrassing me in church - you are in so much trouble, you just wait until we get home!" And you then slap my clit hard to ensure it stays soft. I know that I have angered you and that I will be punished when we get home, so I sit quietly on my hands and think about how my clit stings from your physical correction.
The ride home was quiet - not a word was said. I knew I was in serious trouble when we get home. As you close the door after we walk into the house, you command me: "Alright you little bitch, I am going to punish you...bend over the arm of the couch...go on, don't look at me like you didn't do anything wrong! I SAID BEND OVER THE COUCH NOW!" As I reluctantly do as you say, you get the ankle and wrist restraints from the bedroom. You lock the ankle restraints on me and the attached them to the legs of the couch so I cannot move my feet at all. You then attach the wrist restraints and secure them across the opposite arm of the couch down to the legs and you pull the straps so tight, that I am bent over the couch arm with my big tits hanging down and I cannot move at all now.
You begin to spank me while berating me for being such a bad gurl in church. Each stroke of your hand hits harder and harder on my still clothed ass cheeks. "I think I am going too easy on you...yeah, let me change that..." as you pull my skirt up over my back, exposing my panty and pantyhose covered ass. I then feel the smart sting of your riding crop across my ass. "You little sissy bitch, that one is for making us late!...don't you dare cry or make a sound, or it will be worse...
....that one is for being fidgety...