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Master was feeling out of
sorts. No particular reason. It was just a deep down feeling of
aggravation, frustration or discontent. He was in no mood to be trifled
with. Dawn should have know better than to push him too far.
The final straw came when Dawn questioned some insignificant decision
Master had made. It really didn't matter. He had decided that they go to a
movie and she simply asked why he wanted to see "that" film. She
was hoping to see the love story playing only ten minutes later in an
adjacent theater. Before she knew she was in trouble she was being dragged
by her hair and pulled over his knee. As he pulled up her skirt, she
almost smiled at the thought she had diverted him from the action film.
She new that if he amused himself with her bottom very long it would be
too late to go to his selection. That was before the first slap of his
hand landed on her bare bottom.
Smack! Smack! Smack! She felt his fury on her right cheek. Smack! Smack!
Smack! the other cheek felt his anger. Dawn still felt it was a game as
warmth spread through her upturned bottom. She knew both cheeks were
beginning to blush. She also knew Master love to witness the first
blushing hues on her lovely white skin. Dawn playfully lifted her bottom
as if inviting more and CRACK, CRACK, CRACK the palm of his hand landed
again and again alternating between her glowing cheeks. The warming turned
more toward burning by the time Master paused. Dawn was not at all sure
she had not tempted fate. She hung over Masters lap head down, feet
slightly open and her bottom turning a more brilliant shade of rose. She
also knew she was getting moist. Over the knee spankings were a favorite
game with her and they never failed to get her juices flowing.
There was a long pause as if Master was thinking or resting and Dawn
wondered if the spanking was over. She wished she could see the clock.
Maybe they could still make the later movie. CRACK, CRACK, CRACK! The
spanking continued shaking her curvaceous mounds even more severely.
Master worked on one cheek until she felt she would scream and then he
shifted his attention to the other brightening it to the same flaming hue
as the first. Dawn was sure he was serious. It was not a playful game. She
sensed it was to be much more than that. Maybe she had overstepped her
bounds once too often. Master seemed intent on driving the point home to
teach her a lesson, again. Sometimes spirited subbies get too comfortable
and forget what and where and especially who. Dawn was about to get a
By the time Master paused again her bottom was on fire. The smile was gone
along with any thought of this spanking being a game. Tears were streaming
down her face and dropping on the floor beneath her. Her breath was
labored, coming in gasps and sobs. Dawn knew that if Master checked he
would find her soaked. Her pussy was also weeping but for entirely
different reasons. She was very aroused and in need. Dawn could only pray
that Master would be satiated soon and then put out the fire in her loins.
"You have displeased me, Dawn. You seemed to have forgotten my rules
or else you mock me. In either case, not a wise thing for a submissive to
do. Therefore, we need to have a little lesson to correct your behavior.
Do you understand, pet?"
Dawn moved her head slowly up and down while continuing to sob. She knew
by the tone of his voice her lesson was only beginning. She had only seen
him this angry once before and it was not a pleasant memory. His next
command came to her as a whisper.
"You are to get up pet. Select two of our correctional toys and meet
me in the bedroom. Lay them out in the order you wish them applied. Your
are to present yourself completely naked, kneeling in your most humble
pose. If at the end of your correction you still can sit, we will go to
the movies as planned. We should be able to make the 10 pm showing, that
is if you are not too stubborn. With that Master stood up dumping Dawn
unceremoniously to the carpet. Dawn was quick to scurry out of the room
rosy bottom jiggling as she retreated from his sight.
Master took his time going to the bedroom. There waiting was a more
compliant Dawn, head bowed, eyes lowered, palms up on her slightly spread
thighs as she knelt with her warmed cheeks back on her heels. Carefully
laid out on the bed was a paddle and a soft leather flogger. Master smiled
a wry half smile as he surveyed her choices. He reached into the top
drawer of the dresser and took out a pair of dice. Then he began
describing the next phase of Dawn's correction to her in a measured tone.
The number of strokes she would receive with each instrument would be
determined by the number she drew from the roll of the dice. Dawn would
have to roll her own dice so she would be responsible for extent of her
own correction. Master reserved the right to select the pose she would
assume, the severity of the swats and when the punishments were delivered.
The thought brought a smile to the corner of his mouth.
Dawn nodded her acknowledgement. With that understanding, Master placed
the dice into Dawn's mouth and instructed her to roll them around on her
tongue before spitting them out. She was to receive the combined total as
swats of the paddle equally on both cheeks. The second number she rolled
would be the number of strokes she would receive with the flogger. Master
went on to admonished Dawn that he was sincerely hopeful that she would
learn her lesson well and return to the obedient pet he loved so much.
Master held the paddle just under Dawn's chin as she spit out the dice.
They landed with a double clunk revealing a four and a five. Master dumped
the dice into his hand and pointed the paddle toward the bed. He told Dawn
to crawl up and put her head down but leaving her bottom well in the air
for her paddling. She new the pose well.
Master watched Dawn kneel on the edge of the bed with her feet hanging
over the edge. Her knees were well space apart leaving her shaved pussy
exposed. When she bent over placing her forehead on the bed she presented
her rosy bottom as if beautifully on display. Taking a position beside the
bed to Dawn's left Master told her to count with each stroke. If she lost
count they would have to begin again. Dawn knew what was expected of her
without being told but she said , "Yes Master".
Swat! The first swing of the paddle landed on her right cheek making a
resounding crack echo in the room. Dawn impulsively lifted her head before
it fell back on the covers. She fought for control and whispered,
"One. Thank you Master. May I have another?" A burning sensation
began building in her right cheek but she had only an instant to focus on
it before the paddle landed again. "Two. Thank you Master. May I have
another?" Master was only too willing to oblige her in her request
for correction. Master alternated his target cheek as Dawn counted
dutifully between sobs. Master would wait for her to gain control and
announce the count before applying the next slap of the paddle. He also
had time to admire the changing color of Dawn's ass. Long gone was the
almost alabaster white of her normal coloring. Even the rosy warm glowing
tone was gone and a more brilliant angry red was developing. It took
almost thirty minutes to apply all eighteen swats to her well presented
bottom. Master laid aside the paddle as Dawn gulped out the final number.
He left her there, ass high and flaming, as he went to the kitchen to get
her something to drink. She was still in her pose when he returned.
"Here you go my pet. You look as if you could use a break. I have
brought us some refreshment so you can climb off the bed and come have a
drink with me".
Dawn was slow to move but she lifted her head and gingerly slid one foot
and then the other off the bed to the floor. It took her a long moment
longer to push herself up to a standing position and she just stood there
immobile as if acclimating to the upright posture. Master waited patiently
for her to regain herself and then handed her a glass of cold ice tea.
Dawn held the glass with unsteady hands. A little tinkle of ice could be
heard as she lifted the glass to her lips. She remained standing as she
sipped her drink. Master watched her closely. Satisfied she was all right,
he put down his glass and reached for a tube in the bedside stand. Dawn
did not move a muscle as he began applying the cool soothing lotion to her
fiery posterior. By the time Master had completely covered the area with
lotion, the angry coloring had begun to fade. He wiped his hands on a
towel and picked up his glass again. He began a placid conversation with
Dawn in a tone belying what had just happened or what was about to happen.
Dawn, for her part, listened politely and only occasionally responded with
some mumbled appropriate response. The inconsequential conversation
continued until Dawn's glass was empty. Master took the glass from her
with one hand and popped the dice back into her mouth with the other. It
was time to continue her punishment.
Dawn was lead over to the bar that hung from the ceiling near the corner
of the room. She automatically lifted her hands as she approached the bar
and grasped it firmly at either end.
"Now spit out the dice, pet", commanded Master. Dawn's cheeks
puffed as she propelled the dice out and down. They hit with a clinking
and one rolled up against the wall in front of her. She could not see the
other but the one she could see was a twelve. "Box cars",
announced Master. From that moment on Dawn knew then she was in for some
"Dawn, pet. Do not let go of the bar. I want you to count again only
after each stoke you will tell me something you have learned. If I am
please and convinced you have learned your lesson well we will quit after
the twenty four stokes. If not we just may have to roll the dice again
pet. Are you ready to begin pet?" Master heard the soft and
tentative, "Yes, Master". He said, "Oh, one more thing. I
want you to keep your feet widely planted and not close up on me pet.
After all, there are lots of areas that need correction." With that
Dawn heard the whistling of the flogger as he swung it back and forth
There was just a hint of a breeze as the flogger's soft leather fingers
whistled by her redden cheeks. Then Dawn felt the breeze on the back of
her right thigh and just an instant latter she heard the whoosh of the
flogger and felt the stinging pain on her left buttocks as the flogger
made contact for the first time . The anticipation was over. Almost
automatically Dawn said, "One, I will not hesitate when you ask me a
question." Thwack. "Two, I will not be late when you tell me to
be ready." Whoosh, thwack across her unmarked back. Dawn jumped and
stuttered, "Th-thrrree, I will lay out your clothes every morning,
Master. Marks soon crisscrossed her back and she went on to promise
obedience when told to do any number of things she knew he required of
her. But it was the stokes on the inside of her thighs that made her jump
the most. They also brought the most revealing promises.'Twenty one, I
will suck you and swallow every drop on command, anywhere any time."
Thwack. "Twenty two, I will cum only when given permission."
Thwack. "Twenty three, if I cum without permission I will tell you
and accept my punishment whatever it is." Thwack. "Aaah...
Ohhhhhh, Twenty four, I will never sass or be insolent again. If I ever am
disrespectful again you can do whatever you wish with me. I love you
Master. I meant no disrespect. Please forgive me and love me
forever." Dawn broke down sobbing as she hung from the bar, fingers
curled around the wood, knees slightly bent. Master put down the flogger
and scooped Dawn up in his arms. She put her arms around his neck nuzzling
into his collar as he carried her to the bed. Master held her close as she
drifted between pain and pleasure. He knew when she drifted off by the
sound of almost silent breathing. Gently he covered her up and moved off
the bed. She needed some sleep. The movie could wait.