I slid the key into the lock, disengaging the pins one by one.
The slightest noise would rat me out. I was late. The latch
released and I inched the door open. He was nowhere in sight,
much to my surprise.
Home free. I tip toed down the hall, glancing over my shoulder.
I recognized the scent. I trembled. Busted! I'd run straight into
He pushed me away from his hard body and stared down at me. The
clock on the wall read 6:05. Shit! I was late again. He pointed
in the direction of his study. I lowered my head.
Click clack, click clack. My black, shiny pumps echoed down the
hallway. They seemed to mock me with every step. Click clack,
busted! Click clack, busted! Too soon I was in the study awaiting
Master was nothing, if not punctual, and he expected the same
from me. I'd tried once before to offer an explanation, but he
would have none of that. No sooner had I started to offer my
reason, he had me over his knees, skirt up, panties down
reddening my ass right there in the hallway, the door still open
and the bewildered mail man staring on in disbelief!
I wonder what he has in mind this time?
He had a way of changing things up, leaving me to ponder just
what he was going to do. He got into my head and was very good at
it. I quivered and my pussy dripped, waiting for him to 'set
I knew exactly what to do and didn't deviate from that. I'd tried
before, but paid for it. How heknew what I did was beyond me
until I found out that he watched me from behind the mirror that
made up the east wall of his study. I unbuttoned my red silk
blouse, from top to bottom. That's the way he taught me. It slid
down my arms. I folded it neatly and put it on the wingback chair
in front of the bookshelf.
I unclasped my bra, releasing my DD's from their fabric prison. I
folded it cup into cup, put the straps inside the cups and placed
it on top of my blouse. Hooking each thumb under the elastic of
my black miniskirt, I pushed it down over my hips and let it rest
at my feet. I picked it up and folded it neatly, placing it in
"Leave the pumps and panties on," he always told me, "unless I
tell you otherwise."
I shivered, not from the cold, the study was always kept warm,
but from not knowing exactly what to expect. I draped semi-nude
body over his Oak desk, my ass facing the door. I closed my eyes
and waited for what seemed like an eternity.
I didn't hear him coming.
Slap! Slap! Slap! His punishing blows rained down on my bottom,
jerking me from my head space.
"I shouldn't have to tell you. Spread your thighs, pet. You know
why you're being punished. If I say 6:00pm, I don't mean 6:01 or
in this case 6:05." He whisked down my black lace panties. "Step
out of them."
My legs trembled and I did what I was told.
"Now pick them up and put them where they belong."
I bent down and picked them up. That was the rule. Bend over, not
crouch down. It was his way of making sure I offered up my ass
for spanking while doing what was required of me.
Thwap! Thwap! Thwap! Three rapid fire blows from his riding crop
stung my bare cheeks. I whimpered and jumped. I knew by the sound
and the sting. He used it often and with great pleasure.
He put the tip of the crop to my mouth. "Kiss it."
I obeyed and put the panties in their place. I was on voice
restriction until he told me otherwise.
"Kneel. Crawl to me and assume the position."
Thankfully, the study was lushly carpeted and heavily padded. I
stopped in front of him, sitting on my heels, thighs opened wide,
hands behind my back and my head lowered. My butt stung.
"You know that for every minute you're late you receive five
swats with the instrument of my choice. The ones you've received
so far do not count. They were a warm up."
His hands grasped my hair and gently pulled back. He bent down.
"Look at me."
I looked up. His jade green eyes twinkled and his lush lips
parted in a wicked grin. He licked his lips "Your punishment is
going to be really special today, little one." He stroked my
cheek with his free hand. His grip tightened.
Oh, crap. He always delivers and then some. What could he
possibly have in mind?
Goosebumps rose on my exposed flesh, my heart thumped hard and my
body shook. The devilish glint in his eyes told me he was well
pleased with my response.
He drew in closer and kissed me hard. His tongue ravished the
inside of my mouth. He stopped, his face mere inches away from
mine. "You've been very naughty, little one. You know what I do
with naughty little girls, right?"
I shook my head.
He released my head and stood up. His crotch brushed across my
face. I peered up at him. His cock was hard and ready. He pulled
me up from the floor and guided me back over to the desk turning
me to face it and the mirror once again. "Bend over, arms over
I took my position.
He reached into the lower left hand drawer of his desk and pulled
out the shackles and the spreader bar. The steel shackles felt
cold against my naked flesh. He anchored each cuff to a leg on
the desk. "This will be a real treat. I've been saving this
punishment for just such an occasion."
He sounded unusually wicked. He'd only given me the 'special
punishments' a couple of times before. My ass would hurt. I just
didn't know exactly how he'd do it.
I looked into the mirror, he was behind me. "Spread your legs.
That's 10 more swats, hard stinging ones." I spread my thighs
wide. He bent down out of my view. I felt his hands on my ankles,
securing them to the cuffs on the spreader bar.
My mind swirled.
He stood. "Now that's a view I could stare all day. Your legs
spread wide, exposing your pussy and ass.Yes, indeed." He turned
and walked out of the room.
I wondered where he went, but knew he would be back soon. What on
earth could he have saved up that is so special? Did I really
want to know? I was about to find out even if I didn't want to.
There he was. OMG!!! The trouble was just beginning. He put a
couple of objects on the chair by the door. One I recognized, the
gag, but the other wasn't at all familiar. He walked over to the
wall behind me (I watched him in the mirror. He placed the mirror
there, he said, so I could watch my punishments) and picked the
bull hide flogger from the wall. It's what he liked to call his
'spanking' wall. He kept a good portion of his spanking tools
collection prominently displayed there.
Well, so far, so good. No surprises.
"Let's see, 5 minutes late. That's 25 swats plus the 10 for not
being in the correct position when you bent over the desk. Bad
He wielded the flogger, coming down hard on my exposed ass. He
criss crossed the blows. My ass bounced and stung as he laid down
a lattice of stinging welts.
Thud! Thud! Thud! The tails slapped, punishing my ass and my
exposed pink lips. My pussy gushed and my juices ran down my
The blows stopped, he wasn't done yet. If I counted correctly,
that was only 10. 25 more to go. He placed the flogger back on
the 'spanking' wall and took down his board of education. It
looked like Swiss cheese due to the holes. I braced myself. He
always left nice circular welts on my ass with it.
"Bad girl," he said quietly. He never yelled.
He landed a stinging blow to my already hurting bottom.
"You were late."
I jumped and bit my lip trying to keep from screaming.
"And not in the correct position."
I closed my eyes and concentrated, whimpering quietly.
When he'd reached 10 more, he stopped. "Lovely, beautiful, round,
red and I'm sure stinging welts." His hands traced some of the
welts with his fingers, making them sting worse. My ass burned
and my clit twitched. It was always worth 'fighting through' the
pain. He laid the paddle next to my head on the desk.
"Open." He appeared in front of me, cock to my lips. "Suck me
good." He slid his cock into my soft pink mouth. He tasted good.
The crop landed more blows on my tender cheeks while he fed me
his cock. He loved when I cried out around his dick with each
swat. He wasn't counting these. These were what he called is cock
swats, something he did for 'good measure', he told me.
He stopped and pulled himself from my mouth and gathered himself.
"Now comes the surprise. It's time for the figtail."
Ooohhh no, what could that be? I'd never seen one or even heard
of one before. I had a sneaky feeling it was something he made
up. He was very good at that.
He picked up the figtail and the cock-shaped gag from the chair
and stood in front of me. "Open." I opened my mouth. He slid the
gag into my mouth and secured it. "A figtail, little one, is a
cross between a polo pony style tail with a ginger-treated anal
insert. You are going to be figged, in a manner of speaking."
He walked slowly around the desk. "The ginger burns when
inserted. It will burn more when you clinch your butt when I
spank you." He parted my cheeks. I felt the burn even before he
had it all the way in.
I squealed around the gag, but didn't say a word. He allowed me
that. It burned.
He released my arms and legs and sat down in the nook of his bay
window that overlooked the private lake in the back yard. I stood
waiting for his next move.
"The last 15 will be over my knee, young lady. Come over here."
I took slow, deliberate steps. The figtail burned the more I
walked, my ass clinched around the insert. The tail waved back
and forth with every step, which made my butt burn more. I stood
in front of him, embarrassed.
"Over my knees, now." He grabbed my arms and pulled me over his
thighs. He pulled the vampire gloves out from behind his back. He
must've stashed them there earlier. I tried to wriggle free, but
he had me pinned. "Enough. Quiet down or I will add more."
The vampire gloves hurt. Their little rounded metal nubs bit into
my ass with every swat.
"Naughty girls get turned over my knee, little one. You were
Slap! Slap! Slap! "No excuses."The spankings continued. "All
done. Get up." He removed the figtail pulled his cock out. It was
throbbing, large and almost purple. "Ride it, pet."
I straddle his cock and took him all in. My juices gushed around
him. I rode him hard.
"Don't come yet. Wait for my command." He met my thrusts, my
breasts bounced hard. He sucked my nipples and rammed me hard.
I was really close. I felt him swell. I knew he was close too.
We came together, moaning, thrusting and writhing. The sweat
poured from our bodies.
"You're awesome, my love." He removed the gag. He gave me the
look that told me the voice restriction was over.
"You are too, lover. I love you honey."
"I love you too, sugar."