My hand shook slightly as it held the receiver to my ear. I stammered "w-what?" into the phone, surely he hadn't said what I think I just heard, but he had and he repeated it.
"You will have the toys laid out on the bed, be undressed and waiting for me by the time I get home. Do I make myself clear?" His voice filled my mind, blocking out all other thoughts. My belly tightened in fear. My tightened as the fear built inside me allowing me only the barest whisper as a response, "Yes, Master"
I flinched a bit, startled as the click signifying he had hung up reverberated in my ear. I stood there a moment or two longer, holding the phone, still shocked by his words. I knew my behavior had been out of line the past couple of weeks, but I didn't expect this!
We had been arguing, there were a lot of stressful things going on. I had figured he would let it pass as we had both been testy recently. And he is usually easy going about these things, unless I really mess up. Though I suppose my flat out refusal of his plans for this weekend was a bit much. Slowly my arm lowered the receiver, placing it gently back on it's cradle. My eyes darted to the clock on the wall. A burst of pure adrenaline flowed through me as I saw I only had two hours until he arrived home. I quickly set about arranging things as he had ordered. First sending the children to their grandmother's for the night a couple hours earlier than originally planned, but she was happy to have the extra time with them. Next I took a long shower using the scented soap he liked so much. My hands creating a generous lather and working it into every inch of my skin. My mind focused on thoughts of what was to come. I could feel the tingle of expectation in my buttocks. I quickly finished my shower and wrapped only in a soft towel I re-entered the bedroom. I got the items he had requested and laid them on the bed in a neat row. My hands shaking as I lay the paddle down. Idly my fingers traced it's cold leather surface, circling the small holes cut along it's length. My mind drifted back to when I had first seen and felt this paddle.
It was about a year before. Life had become very hectic between the four kids and the extra hassles with the cars and the house needing repairs. We had been arguing a bit, nothing major, mostly frustration and petty snapping. And mostly from me. One night he had come home with a paper bag but would not let me see what was in it. He had carried the bag into the bedroom and ordered me not to peek. I remember barely being able to restrain myself from sneaking a peek. Later that night after the kids were finally asleep and the house was quiet he had grasped my hand and led me into the bedroom. Stopping at the bed he sat down, placing me in front of him. I remember again being surprised by his strength, yet finding a comfort in it as well. He looked deep into my eyes and spoke softly. Telling me that he had had enough of my nonsense, that my attitude had left alot to be desired. I could only look in his eyes for a few moments before dropping my gaze and staring at the carpet between my feet. He continued his lecture about the proper way to handle stress. My mind barely able to grasp his words as I realized that he was going to punish me. He was right, I had been acting like a spoiled child. I could only whisper "yes Sir" in response to his question of whether or not I deserved this. He commanded that I strip, which I quickly did. In an effort to please him, a visible sign that I knew he was right, I knelt before him once I was undressed. He stood up, circled my kneeling form, his foot tapping my thighs in unspoken command. I spread them further apart, knowing that is what he wanted. I remained in that position as he moved away from me. I could hear him open the closet but refused to turn my head to watch him. I then heard what sounded like the straight back chair from the desk being moved to the center of the room.
"Arianna, get the bag that is under the corner of the bed and come to me" He commanded. Instantly I bent forward, grasping the bag and stood up. I walked slowly towards him. Knowing that each step brought me closer to my doom. I knelt in front of him once more and held up the bag. Silent, afraid to speak. He took the bag from me and told me to close my eyes. Which I had done. I could hear the paper rustling as he opened the bag and removed whatever was inside it. I then felt the familiar leather of my collar slipping around my neck. The click of it's lock echoing through my mind. I shuddered slightly and felt my whole body relax. He laid a cold item on my lap and told me to open my eyes. There, against my creamy white thighs, lay a shiny black leather paddle. It was the same shape as a ping pong paddle but a little larger overall with small small holes throughout the surface of it. My breath caught in my throat, knowing what that paddle was for and what it would probably do to my buttocks.
"pick it up, pet then stand up." he commanded. My mind wanted to rebel, to fling the dreaded implement of torture far away from me as fast as I could and was surprised when my body obeyed his command. Trembling slightly I stood holding the paddle. He reached out, his hands closing gently yet firmly around my arms and steered me to his side. He drew me down and over his lap, where I settled myself easily. My body relaxing against his thighs where it fit so well. So many times I had lain like this, my bottom raised to receive his hand. His touch both stinging slaps and arousing caresses. But this time, I knew there would be no arousal, no pleasure. His strong arm wrapped around my waist, seating me firmly over his lap.
"Do not drop the paddle" he warned me, my fingers instantly tightening their grip on the dreaded item. I flinched as his hand suddenly made contact with my flesh, it took a few seconds for the sting to make itself known and when it did my breath caught in my throat. It hurt! His hand rose and fell in a steady rhythm, planting smacks in what seemed to me a random pattern, all over my well rounded buttocks and upper thighs. Soon I was squirming, rocking my hips trying to avoid his hand as it continued raining blows on my heated flesh. The pain level rising with each smack. Tears stood in my eyes. I kept repeating in my mind don't drop the paddle, don't drop the paddle. Whimpers and gasps of pain soon issued from my lips as his punishing hand continued the task of heating my skin. The tears slowly slipped from my eyes, my flesh burning with a heat I had never felt before. His hand not once slowing it's steady pace of spanks. Soon cries of pain burst through my lips and I could hear myself begging him to stop, promising I would behave. The words broken up as I burst into tears. My body lay limp over his lap, where I lay crying my shame and guilt out onto the carpet. My buttocks burning beneath his hand as it landed again and again. Surprisingly an intense sense of peace came over me, my body instinctively lifting my buttocks for each blow. My mind accepting the rightness of this, feeling his love for me in the fact that he would take the time to punish me when I misbehaved. Knowing that I had earned each fiery smack of his hand, I sobbed harder as he continued spanking my buttocks and thighs in that same steady rhythm. Finally he had stopped, but it took me a while to realize it. He waited for my sobs to slow to a few tears and sniffles before helping me to stand beside him. My hands aching to reach behind and rub the fire out of my ass, but I knew better and stubbornly kept my hands in front of me, surprised to realize I was still gripping the paddle. I raised my tear filled eyes to his in a silent plea of mercy and whispered "I'm sorry Master. I will behave, I promise."
His hand, the flesh warm from spanking my ass, gently
caressed my cheek. "I know you will, but that was just a warm up. I am
pleased to see that you did not drop the paddle" While speaking his hand
reached down and pried the paddle from my uncooperative fingers. I could
feel the ache in my knuckles from having gripped the paddle so tightly.
He laid a towel over the back of the chair and told me to bend over it
and grasp the seat with both hands.
He had sent me to the corner for a while. My nose pressed to the wall, my burning ass on display to the room, hands behind my head. I don't know how long he had me stand there, but the pain had faded from my skin, leaving behind a warmth that I was beginning to enjoy when his voice ordered me back over the chair. I hesitated for only a moment before lowering my arms turning around and walking back to the chair. I looked at him, eyes pleading that this be over. His eyes told me it wasn't over yet. With a soft sigh I bent over the chair again. This time he placed leather cuffs on my wrists and attached them to the legs of the chair with rope. I paled slightly, knowing that what he was going to do would be beyond my self control to keep my hands away from my ass. Tears welled up in my eyes again as he repeated the process with my ankles, tying them to the outer edges of the back legs on the chair. As he stood up he pressed the paddle against my leg, drawing it over my flesh. I could feel the goose bumps forming as the leather caressed my skin, knowing it would soon be smacking into the same spots. He ordered me to rise onto my toes, arch my back as much as I could and present my ass to him fully. My body obeyed, pushing my ass up and out to meet the punishing strokes of his paddle. Eager to get this punishment over and receive his forgiveness.
"Count the strokes, love" he commanded. I whimpered and nodded understanding of the order as the paddle made it's first contact with my ass. My hips pressed forward against the chair, my cheeks tightening up in a vain attempt to make the target area smaller. I cried out as the whole left cheek of my ass filled with pain. Now I knew why the time in the corner was ordered, to give my nerves a chance to come back to life and not be numb to the strokes of the paddle. Tears of pain immediately spilled from my eyes as I croaked out, "One, Master". Groaning slightly as he ordered me to present my bottom again. My body obeyed and that awful paddle crashed into my right cheek. My cry a bit louder this time, the strokes rekindling the burn from his hand earlier. My hips rocking , causing my ass to wriggle from side to side, trying vainly to avoid the paddle. "OWWWWWW!! Two, Master!" I sobbed as the paddle landed again and again. My flesh on fire at the stinging blows continued. Counting through my sobs each smack. Feeling as my skin was pushed into the holes. My mind focused only on the pain in my ass, each smack the same in intensity as he carefully placed each one in a different spot. Dimly I could hear my own pleas for him to stop the promises to behave. Yet I continued to count each stroke, lifting my ass to receive the next and the next and still the next. Finally the paddle stopped and he rested it against my burning ass. I whimpered softly, "thank you Master" and felt a soothing wave of calm fill me. He gently pressed his hand into my lower back, steadying me against the chair and told me "six more strokes, love" I whimpered in response but heard myself answer "Yes Master, Thank you Master". I cried out as the first stroke landed on the back of my thigh. My sobbing increasing in intensity as the sensitive flesh exploded with the stinging pain of the paddle. I counted the stroke through heaving breaths. He landed those last six strokes over my thighs. Ensuring that he got the backs, sides and even the most sensitive flesh of my inner thighs. Finally he set the paddle aside, but made no move to release me from the ropes and cuffs. He moved to stand in front of me and crouched down, lifting my chin so he could look into my eyes. "I am proud of you, love. You took your punishment very well". His words bringing a fresh wave of tears from deep within me, these were of relief and happiness that I had pleased him.
He had left me over the chair for a while, his fingers softly stroking my back and cheeks as I cried out my pain and guilt. Finally the sobbing eased and he released me, quickly pulling me into his arms. Holding me tight to his chest. His strong hands pressed tightly against my burning cheeks, squeezing the sore flesh. He whispered "You are forgiven, love" before capturing my lips in his own and kissing me passionately. Those three words completely erasing every last trace of guilt within my heart.
I sighed as my mind turned from these memories back to the thought of what was to come. My fingers traced the paddle one last time as I recalled the marks the holes left on my flesh, how long they had lasted, and the fact that sitting had been very difficult for a few days after that initial punishment with this paddle. I had not felt it's painful kiss since then, and it had sat in the closet for a year. His specifically requesting this paddle made me know that I had deeply disappointed him. My mind started going over the last couple of weeks, recalling each time I had snapped at him, or refused a request in some manner. Recalling the warning glances he had given me, which had cowed me only a little. The hand spanking he had given me just two days before for the same reasons. Blushing with shame as each memory of my disrespect came back to me. I had earned this, and I knew it. A deep sense of calm and acceptance filled me and slowly I finished preparing myself for his arrival home. Drying and styling my hair just the way he liked it best. I brought the chair from the desk and placed it in the center of the room, and knelt beside it. Hoping he would see it as a gesture of my acceptance of his discipline. I settled back on my heels and waited for him to come.
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