So, my new Master has laid down the law and has committed to being the firm hand that I need. Guess what? I was not even home for a week and got my first punishment.

My Apologies

Recently, I made a political note here on Substack about thanking Americans for saving America based on who won the election. Master was not amused.

When He told me He saw the note, I smiled, thinking he would be proud of me.  He wasn’t. He was furious.  To him, it was “Unbecoming a proper slave. ” Why would a slave think her opinion on world events is appropriate? And to post it without consulting her Master?” 

He was right.  A proper slave would keep such thoughts to herself so as not to upset those who read or support her. She is a thing, not a person. Her thoughts on such matters should not matter unless her Master wants them to matter.

It would not have mattered if I felt I deserved a punishment or not. He thought I did, so I was going to be punished.

The Punishment

Master sent me up to the master bedroom to stand in a corner and wait for him.   I was already crying as he gave me his command. I hate myself when I disappoint my Master. 

I heard Him come upstairs a few minutes later. He ordered me to stand next to the bed, legs apart, bent over with my boobs smashed against the comforter, hands out in front of me.

“Why am I punishing you?”  he asked me. Through tears, I explained that I had disappointed my master and did not seek his permission for an inappropriate note/post.

“Will you ever do it again?” As I prepared for the punishment, “No Master” Master told me to expect ten, count them, and thank Master for correcting me after each one.

I found out that my new master gives no warm-ups.  The first wack from the wooden paddle was full force and stung like my ass was already on fire.  “One, thank you, Master.”  By the third wack, I danced around, trying to deal with the pain and avoid the next strike. Begging for time to let it cool off. I was told to stop moving. 

After the tenth one, I collapsed on the floor and wrapped my hands around His feet, my tears wetting them as I kissed and begged for his forgiveness. 

Still on my knees, Master grabbed me by my hair, unzipped His pants, and shoved His hard cock down my throat. He said he had not expected to get this way by punishing me. He ordered me to keep my hands behind my back.

Like His punishment, His fucking my face was not gentle. He was pulling me off His cock, then back in my mouth until my nose hit his pelvic bone, then back again. His cock fits nicely in my mouth, and it almost hits the back of my mouth when He is rough like this.

He was relentless, giving me only a moment to try and catch a breath before He pulled my head into His body. I know I was slobbering. But I didn’t care. I deserved it and found satisfaction in knowing he was using me like this for his relief. Remembering sucking his cock was mandatory; breathing was optional.

His brutal face fuck was not even close to the pain I was feeling as I was kneeling with my tortured ass sitting on the tops of my heels. Reminding me with each thrust that I was spanked hard.

Thankfully, I started to feel him building up quickly, about to shoot His load. He pulled out and looked at me as I watched His cock bounce and shoot His beautiful cum onto my body. He was smiling as He let out a groan as the streams fell on my big saggy boobs. Stream by stream, what I hoped to be swallowing was being wasted all because I was a bad slave.

He shoved His cock back into my mouth and Held me there until it went soft. At least I was allowed to taste the last remaining drops off the tip of His cock.

The fact that he was so upset that He did this; He spilled his warm seed on my boobs, not in my mouth. I started to cry again. I was begging for his forgiveness and promising never to disappoint him again.

In his very deep and firm voice, he ordered me to stand up. I did. He looked me in the eyes and told me he forgave me. He opened the drawer by the bed and grabbed some lotion, telling me to bend over. The coolness of the cream felt nice, and his firm hands rubbing it in were a pleasant sensation.

He made sure to get some lotion into my ass crack, slipping a finger in, then moving down to my pussy and finding it soaking wet. I could hear him softly giggle when his fingers felt my wet pussy. “Bitch is still horny.” I smiled. “Yes, Master.”

When he was finished with the lotion, my ass wasn’t as hot as it was before. He kissed me and told me I was not allowed to wipe the cum off my boobs until bedtime. Then he sent me down to start His dinner.

I went away smiling. Still with a sore ass, but I knew….

I am still a loved slave!

 I learned my lesson to think before I hit Post.