The Table I was sitting in the living room, laptop in hand busily finishing the organizational report that I would need to implement for my job at the local school when Master called out from the kitchen. It was annoying as I was in mid flow but I knew better than to ignore a call from Master. Ignoring my Master could result in a very painful experience that I would always do my best to avoid.
Putting the laptop to one side, I rose from the couch and pulled my rather short mini skirt down trying to conceal my bare bottom at least partially. When at work I was allowed to dress modestly unless being punished for some infraction in which case I would be made to dress more uncomfortably without being totally embarrassed. Here at home, things were very different. Firstly, whatever I wore was totally at the direction of my Master. I had little choice on a day-to-day basis as to what I would be wearing but the one clear rule was that I was not ever allowed to wear panties unless it was my period time.
Master explained to me that being his submissive meant I was totally owned. Since an owner can do what he wants to his property it was important to him that all of me was available. I must admit that in our early days together I was pretty uncomfortable with this, knowing that I was always exposed to Master which made me very self-conscious. Being Masters submissive I knew I had to get over it and in time I did get used to it. Now, laying over Masters lap on a cold winters evening while he gently fingers and plays with me as he watches tv is one of the greatest pleasures I get. Of course there are times when I still get uncomfortable. On occasions Master has me on all fours by the fire with a vibrating dildo in my ass reading to him with clear instructions not to cumm. Now that makes me truly uncomfortable.
Moving into the kitchen I see Master by the sink. He doesn't say anything but simply points to our large wooden table in the corner. Master has trained me very well and I know immediately what he wants. Moving across to the table I drape myself across it feeling my skirt riding up my thighs and fully exposing my butt and pussy. Master appears before me and gently clips cuffs around both hands before spreading them to each corner of the table and securing them. Now I can only slightly lift my head and turn it in one direction or the other.
Master then disappears from sight and before very long I hear the sound of metal clinking on metal and I know exactly what is coming next. I then feel his hands on my ankles and my legs are gently spread further apart before the familiar feel of the spreader bar is attached holding my legs three feet apart. The last vestages of my modesty are removed as Master takes the hem of my short skirt and tuck's it firmly into my waistband. I am conscious now that I am fully exposed to my Master and he has full access to both my pussy and asshole. I feel his hands gently playing across my butt before a finger dips deep inside me. The bar prevents me either closing or opening my legs further but I lift my ass hoping to drive the finger further into my now wet aching pussy. He removes his finger and it is not long before I feel a trickling sensation at the top of my ass crack. I know immediately what is to follow. My ass cheeks are parted, and I feel a finger gently rubbing the trickle which I now know is KY down and around my ass hole. It is not long before I feel a finger penetrate deep into my ass hole and deliver KY in a circular motion inside me. Considering my current position there could be two possible reasons why Master is applying KY here. He either wishes to fuck my asshole or my butt plug is about to be inserted.
Let me now just explain Masters use of butt plugs. In our early time together, Master made it very clear that my asshole must be made available to him in just the same way as my pussy. To train my asshole Master said a plug would be used. Initially Master used a fairly small plug but as time went along and my hole got used to the plug he increased the size to what I now have which has allowed my hole to accommodate his prick when he wishes to fuck me in the asshole.
As time went on Master has added some rules around my plug. One rule is that I am absolutely not allowed to touch my plug under any circumstances. He says the plug is his property. What this effectively means is that once the plug is inside me, there is no way its coming out until Master wants to take it out. On some occasions I have had to endure the plug inside me all day. Master has even sent me to work wearing the plug and I then know its in me all day. Should I dare to touch the plug and he see's me I am in for a severe spanking so I try very hard to leave it alone. Talking of spanking this is another rule concerning the plug. Master insists I am to be plugged before any spanking. He says that this heightens my consciousness of my bottom and he is right. Now as I lay across the table I feel the cold hardness of my plug as it touches my skin. Master spreads my butt cheeks wide and I know my asshole is now fully exposed to him. I feel the head of the plug as it touches my hole and then slight pressure as it pushes me open. I try to relax as Master has taught me and feel the plug slowly forcing itself into me before my hole closes around the shaτ and the plug is firmly inside me. With earlier plugs I was able to force them from me however now the size means that the only way the plug is coming out is when Master takes it out.
Master has still said nothing but I now know that in my current position and plugged I am going to be spanked. Master typically spanks me at least once a week regardless if I have done anything wrong or been 'naughty'. He says this type of spanking is to keep me grounded and understanding my place as his submissive. Whilst it is nowhere nearly as bad as a discipline spanking ( which I desperately try to avoid) it still hurts like hell. Other than Masters hand, he likes to use a hair brush, slipper or ruler which I positively hate. He keeps threatening to get a paddle for my ass as he says but as yet he hasn't. I hope to hell he never does cos right now, these three things are enough as far as I am concerned.
He likes to start with his hand and it is not long before I feel the first blow land. He generally starts easy and slowly increases the intensity before he declares that his hand hurts and he needs to use one of his 'friends'. Even before a 'friend' is chosen my ass feels like its on fire. Master likes my ass to turn a cherry red before he is prepared to stop these 'grounding' spanking sessions. I wont even describe what my buτ© looks like aτ er a punishment spanking but normally I can't actually sit down for three days!!!
