My nose is pressed up against the wall as I wait for my master, my feet are shoulder width apart and my hands placed obediently on my head. I've been here so many times that I know the drill like clockwork. I must remove everything except my underpants and wait silently and completely still until further instruction.
He ordered me to come into the study for corner time at 7 pm, that must have been at least fifteen minutes ago and I still can't hear him in the room. I daren't look around to see if he's coming.
Master always moves quietly, keen to take me by surprise or catch me disobeying him. I've fallen into that trap so many times, always with the same swift and sure result. Punishment.
My nose itches. I want to scratch it but can't, no, I mustn't. He could be watching me right now. Looking at me from the doorway as I wait for him.
Could I sneak a peak? No, the risk is too great. Be patient Lori.
Finally I hear a movement behind me. My breath hitches and my heart begins to pound in my chest.
"Come here," He growls.
Slowly I turn to see him sitting in the leather, wing backed chair. He's leaning back, regarding me closely as I step towards him. He's so damn handsome, especially now in his business suit and white shirt. He hasn't even got changed yet. Tousled black hair falls softly around his face, and seems to emphasise his strong jawline. His slender index finger points towards the floor, signalling for me to kneel at his feet. I do so immediately, bowing my head in total submission.
Master cups my chin and tilts my head back until I am gazing up into his deep brown eyes. "You've been a bad girl today haven't you?"
I slowly nod my head and he frowns at me.
"I expect a proper answer, young lady."
"Yes, Sir. I've been a bad girl." My voice is no more than a whisper.
"And what happens to bad girls?"
I swallow hard, struggling to maintain eye contact. I'm captivated by him. Hypnotised almost. But I want to look away, avoid his accusing stare.
"I'm waiting for an answer, Lori."
"They get punished, Sir."
"Yes they do." He nods, releases my chin, and then screws up his mouth in deliberation.
Eventually Master shifts forward in his seat and takes off his suit jacket. He unbuttons his cuffs, roles his sleeves up his muscular forearms, and before I know it he is lifting and guiding me across his strong thighs. "Tell me what you did wrong," He asks after getting me into position.
"I... I..." My voice falters as I feel his firm hand caress my upturned behind.
"I played with myself, Sir," I admit as anticipation and arousal surge through me, my suddenly dry throat making it difficult to speak.
"And did you have my permission to play with yourself?"
He always asks me for a confession when he already knows what the answer is. It's infuriating but he does it for effect. And it works, as I always feel humiliated and ashamed of myself.
"No, Sir I didn't."
"I didn't think so. Keep going." He runs his hand up and down the backs of my thighs making me squirm. "Keep still and finish explaining yourself."
I take a deep calming breath. "You already know what I did, Sir. Please don't make me say it."
"I want to hear it from you, Lori."
My deep sigh and loud tut betrays my frustration and moments later a hard, stinging smack lands across my behind. I yelp and buck in response.
"There's plenty more where that came from!"
I'm gasping and breathless already but manage a hasty apology. "I'm sorry, Sir."
"Oh you will be, but first I want your explanation."
I take a few more deep breaths to quell my nerves. "I.... I was looking at some stuff online, and it made me, y'know."
"No. I don't know."
I could feel my face flush with embarrassment. "It made me horny."
"I see, and you decided to take matters into your own hands, quite literally?"
"And you just hoped I wouldn't catch you?"
"I didn't think you'd be home until later."
"Not very sensible reasoning was it?"
"So what exactly were you looking at?"
"What kind of videos?"
"I'd rather not say."
Another hard smack lands across my behind, this time making me cry out.
"You will say, young lady," he demands. "Now tell me what you were looking at!"
"Porn. I was looking at porn, Sir." My face is burning now and I know my behind will soon be catching it up.
"I want you to be more precise."
Oh my God this cannot be happening. "Bondage, bdsm, and spanking. That sort of thing." I'm so glad he can't see my face, I'm cringing so much right now.
Master chuckles at me. "So, Lori was watching spanking videos, and look where she ended up. Some kind of irony huh?"
I think that was rhetorical so I remain silent.
"And your master walked in and found you going at your pussy so hard he thought you were trying to start a fire down there."
Again I remain silent, although I'm grinning wickedly now.
"Did you cum?"
"Are you having trouble with your hearing, Missy?"
Another smack, this time across the tops of my thighs. I yell out.
"So answer my question."
I bury my face in my hands. If I tell him the truth he'll go mad, but if I lie I risk getting into even more trouble.
"My patience is running out."
"Yes, Sir I did."
The tension in the room suddenly becomes palpable. I feel him take a tighter grip on me, then hook his fingers into the waistband of my underpants and quickly tugs them all the way down to my knees.
I'm exposed and vulnerable. It's exhilarating beyond measure.
"By the time I've finished with you you're not going to be able to sit down for a week. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, Sir." My voice is a faint squeak.
I brace myself and don't have to wait long.
Master begins spanking me. Hard. Fast.
He alternates the slaps between each cheek and then concentrates them across the centre of my behind.
Within seconds my butt is on fire, and I'm kicking and squealing loudly. I writhe around on his lap in an attempt to evade the smacks, but to no avail. His rhythm is steady and his aim unfaltering. I'm getting the spanking of my life.
It's not long before I'm crying and begging for him to stop, but I know he won't. Not yet.
I consider using the safe word, to admit defeat, but I hate giving in.
And so it continues.
My hand flies back in an attempt to protect my burning behind, but it is swiftly captured and held out of the way. I kick my legs wildly, and he quickly pins them down with his right leg. I'm firmly restrained and totally helpless.
The spanking continues.
Can I handle it? Can I really take any more? I must and I do.
After what seems like an eternity he finally stops. I lay there limp, sobbing. Breathless and exhausted from all the struggling and writhing around.
My mouth has gone dry and my nose is running, but I hardly notice it. What I do notice is the burn. An intense scorching painful burn that radiates through my entire body.
Master is rubbing my back now, smoothing my hair and talking gently to me. "Good girl, you took that so well. It can't have been easy for you.'
"No, Sir." I sob.
"I'm gonna lift you up now and put you back in the corner. You're gonna stay there with your hands on your head again and you're not to rub your bottom. Do you understand me?"
He carefully lifts me from his lap and stands me up. My legs are shaking and I feel dizzy. He holds me for a while until I'm steady on my feet, and then guides me back over to the corner of the room.
"Please can I wipe my nose, Sir?" I plead as I gaze at my feet.
He tilts my head back and smiles softly. His eyes glowing.
"I'll do it, baby."
He grabs a handful of Kleenex and gently dries my eyes and nose. "Better?"
"Yes, Sir." I smile up at him.
He responds by kissing my forehead. It sends a magical shiver running through me. I'm still delighting in it as he positions me back in the corner.
The room falls silent again. Is he still there, or has he left?
The burn in my behind seems to be getting more intense. I long to rub it, to soothe away the sting.
I have no idea how long I've been standing here but the burn is beginning to subside. I manage to relax slightly and then suddenly he speaks.
I swallow hard, slowly turning to face him and wondering what else may be in store for me. Then I see the leather strap in his right hand. I'm glued to spot unable to move.
Master walks up to me and leans in close to my ear.
"Breathe," he whispers gently.
I gasp, unaware I'd been holding my breath.
He takes my arm and leads me over to a chair in the centre of the room. When did he put that there?
"Bend over and place your hands flat on the seat of the chair."
I hesitate briefly then do as instructed. I'm all too aware of my vulnerability and nakedness as he forces my feet apart.
"Good. Now you're to stay in position. If you don't I'll start over from the beginning. Understood?"
I gasp as his fingers suddenly slip between my legs. They delve into my pussy.
"Hmm. So wet. Seems like you're enjoying this."
Damn it for betraying me. I just know he's grinning at me now, revelling in my arousal and sense of awkwardness. He begins to rub and massage my clit, making me push back against him and moan loudly.
"The sooner I finish dealing with you, the sooner I can enjoy you."
He eventually withdraws his fingers after bringing me close to the edge. I sigh with disappointment.
"All in good time baby." He chuckles. "Such a greedy girl."
He wipes his wet fingers on my right butt cheek and adjusts my position until he's satisfied. He's an expert at this and won't begin until everything is just right.
"That's better. Ready?"
"Yes Sir." I breathe.
The first lash lands across my behind. I gasp at the sudden pain, but before I get a chance to catch my breath the next lash is delivered.
I struggle to keep position. If only I knew how many I was going to receive, but that's all part of the game.
Two more land across my burning behind making me cry out, and Master shushes me. I bite my lower lip in an attempt to control my actions.
Another two and I begin to sob. I'm shaking, my arms barely able to hold me in place and my legs like jelly.
"Almost done," he tells me.
I grit my teeth, determined to endure this. The next two land hard and I stifle a squeal.
There's a thud as the strap falls to the floor, then the sound of a zipper.
Master suddenly grips my hips and plunges his cock deep inside me. I let out a low guttural moan of sheer hedonistic pleasure as he thrusts hard and fast.
I move my hips to meet him and am consumed by delicious sensations.
My eyes close and I lose myself in the moment.
Who knew that watching porn on the internet could be so rewarding? Maybe I should arrange to get caught more often ;)