Wait for Me

Wait for Me Wait for Me

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

This is primarily a domestic discipline story.

Summary

This is primarily a domestic discipline story.

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Submitted: January 17, 2014

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Submitted: January 17, 2014

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You call me over and tell me to kneel. I do so. My hands are in my lap, head bowed, as is expected. You explain to me that my disobedience has been unacceptable and won't be tolerated any longer. You expect me to be at my best at all times and when I'm not at my best, YOU'RE not at your best. I feel just awful. I start crying because I know better. I know we are better together when I just obey, and not push, defy or test the waters. You kneel down in front of me, showing your love and care. And that just makes me sob more intensely. I NEVER EVER want to disappoint you. It just happens sometimes. You tell me that I am to go in the bedroom, remove all clothing, lie face down, put the blindfold on and place my hands in the cuffs, and wait. (That's the worst, because it's hard to get the second hand cuffed, but I have learned to do it.) I am so sorry. I know what is coming and I know why it must be done. 

I go in the bedroom and I see the paddle, the brush, the cane all lying on the bed. I am scared. Not of you, but of the pain that will land on my bottom before all is said and done. I see the pillows and I know it is expected that I lie over them. I begin weeping and fall to the floor with grief. And then I hear your strength: You had better be getting prepared for me. If you are not, and I see that you are not, it will be double. Get on the bed NOW and wait for me. I jump up and prepare myself, get the blindfold and cuffs on, and lie there and cry. When I am calmer, I feel you sit next to me on the bed and rub my back. I hear you: Babe, Do you know that I love you? I respond: Yes, Sir. I hear: You know I do this to make you better, right? I reply: Yes, Sir. You speak again: We can't have this disobedience in our home. It isn't right and it tears your beauty down. I love how beautiful you are and this behavior diminishes your inner beauty. I know this will hurt, but it's only a fraction of how this disobedience hurts me inside. I love you. It will all be over soon. 

To this I start sobbing all over again. I don't like hurting you. I hate it. It bothers me to my core. I realize that I need to accept this to understand how much my disobedience hurts you. I calm down and you tell me you love me and will do anything to keep me the best I can be. You ask if I'm ready, and I reply Yes, Sir. I grab the blankets in my fists and brace myself. You say: Hun, relax. Let go of the blankets. I do so. You must have seen my hands let go because as soon as I let go, the first slap of what I think is the brush hits my bottom. I inhale deeply, but do not cry out. Then I feel the quick tempo of the brush for what feels like an eternity. I am crying quietly from the pain, and I feel you rubbing my very sore bottom gently. You say, Babe, I know this hurts. I have a feeling you won't be disobeying me for a while. I respond, No Sir. I won't. You say, Good, but we're not done. I reply, Yes, Sir. 

I don't know where you went but I feel like I have been lying there a long time. Maybe you are just giving me a rest, admiring your handiwork, or whatever, but I finally hear you speak again: Here we go Babe. It will all be over before you know it. I feel the paddle hit HARD. I draw in a deep breath and do my best to manage the intense sting. Then I feel a myriad of slaps and I'm now relaxing and just accepting. I am no longer feeling the pain but just thinking about how I'm glad you know how to handle me. Then the paddle stops. And you say 5 more with the cane. Here we go. The first one shocks me out of my thoughts. It is more pain than I feel I can handle. I cry out. You reassure me we are almost done and he doesn't want to do this, but knows it must happen. I receive the next 4 with screams of pain. I am worked up and emotional. You lie next to me and wrap your arms around me, and undo my cuffs. You rub my back and you say it's all over. It's all over. I say, I'm sorry, Sir. I'm so sorry! You say, I know, sweetie. I am, too. It's over and this gets put behind us. As I calm down, you rub my back, and tell me you love me and are so proud of me once again. You tell me my obedience in this has made me beautiful once again and that you are proud to call me your wife.

We share a very precious moment afterwards and then you put me to sleep. And when I wake up, I am reminded of my need for complete obedience by the pain in my bottom. And I have a huge smile on my face that goes all the way into my heart. I am yours.


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