the Caning

He dismissed His concerns about what had motivated her to choose the cane over the less severe implements. Seeing her on all fours with the instrument between her teeth had caused His cock to start rising. He reminded Himself this was punishment, not one of their sessions for pleausre -- it was always a struggle for Him to distinguish the two, but He understood the importance of doing so. He could afford no distractions, nor could He afford to allow this punishment session to become one for pleasure. The two must remain seperate and distinct. she depended on Him to maintain the structure of their relationship, and this was part of that structure.

He willed His cock to resume its flaccid state. she, of course, was not even aware of His inner turmoil. Once He had regained His composure, He gestured for her to approach. she crawled to Him and stopped at His feet. He took the cane from her mouth and motioned for her to turn sideways. she quickly turned to face His left, with her bottom facing His right. she then placed her arms directly in front of her on the ground until her face was against the plush carpeting and her ass was as exposed and vulnerable to Him as possible. Seeing she was ready, He began.

"TEN!", He announced, pulling the cane back.

Down it came, whoosh . . . CRACK!

"One . . . Two . . . Three . . . ," He brought the cane down hard across her ass repeatedly, "Four . . . Five . . . ," taking all of His concentration to ensure each stroke hit the same spot, "Six . . . Seven . . . ," willing herself to remain firmly in position, even though her body instinctively wanted so badly to move her away from the source of this pain, "Eight . . . Nine . . . ," she felt Him pause for just an extra moment before landing the last blow, increasing her anticipation of the final strike, "Ten."

He stopped and marvelled at His handiwork. What beautiful marks. He reached down to feel the warmth radiating from the bright pink and white welts rising on her ass. she jumped just a little when she felt His hand on her, more because she was startled than due to pain. her mind had been off floating somewhere without any thought beyond the feeling left by the cane and knowing that He once again had proven His ownership of her -- both feelings she could not even express in words. His hand on her now tender flesh brought her back to reality, but did not disrupt the warm, happy feelings she was experiencing.

Although He wanted to continue looking at the marks on her ass, as well as the somehow simultaneously serene, ecstatic, and pained look on her face, He suddenly found Himself again questioning her choice of implement. There was nothing to do, of course, but to ask her.

"anastasia, have you broken any other rules today?"

her Choice

"Well, what are you waiting for?", he asked.

she hesitated. she had thought herself prepared for this. she was wrong. Somehow, no matter how many times they went through this, she was still never prepared for it. she opened her mouth and the words slowly started to pour out.

"i went out this morning wearing stockings, . . . Sir."

In her nervousness, she had almost forgotten to address Him properly. Always a bad thing, but particularly so at this moment. Although she was not required to use this title with every sentence directed to Him, she was required to use it the first time she spoke to Him on any occassion or any time she asked Him a question.

He noticed the delay in addressing Him, but chose to ignore it in favor of the issue at hand.

"And, what is wrong with wearing stockings?"

"i am to wear pantyhose whenever i go out, unless i am with You or You have instructed me to wear stockings."

"So, if you know the rule, why did you not follow it?"

she was intimately familiar with this Catch-22. No matter what she said, there was no right answer. On the other hand, she had no choice but to respond. As always, she simply told the truth.

"i was in a hurry this morning (as usual, he thought) and i got a run in my last pair of pantyhose, so i grabbed the only thing available, a garter belt and a pair of stockings."

"you could have stopped at the store."

"Nothing was open and, anyway, i would have been late, and i couldn't afford to be late today."

"Even though it meant a punishment?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Did you think I wouldn't notice?"

"No, Sir. i know you are always paying attention to everything i do, but even if You had not noticed, i would have told You at my first opportunity."

That's the right answer. Good girl. He thought to himself.

"Fine. Go pick out something from the closet for your punishment, and make sure it is appropriate to show me how sorry you are."

Oh, the closet, she thought. He must not be too displeased with me. Then she recalled the other rule she had broken. Why had He not asked her about that? Did He not know? Well, no time to worry about that right now, she thought as she finished crawling backwards out of the living room.

she reached the hallway and stood up. she turned and walked to their play room. Here, they kept all sorts of toys and goodies for their pleasure. So many intricate devices and props. It was a shame they couldn't simply spend all of their time in that room. Unfortunately, real life had a way of interfering with their play time, so the time spent in that room remained much less than she would have preferred. This probably was best, as it also meant the time spent in the room was particularly precious to them both.

she entered the room and approached the closet. The mirrored closet door reflected her image back at her. Despite His constant reassurance, she was still somewhat uncomfortable with her appearance. she briefly admired the collar around her neck, and even allowed herself to glance downward towards her breasts. her breasts were full and firm and just plain wonderful. this was one aspect of her body she did like. Unfortunately, after all this time, she still was not happy with most of the rest of her body. she felt fat, especially now -- naked before a mirror. Although He had finally convinced her that He loved every inch of her body and she had come to believe it and to begin to accept herself, she continued to secretly wish for a body she was destined never to have. Ironically, if she did ever have it, she knew He would be less pleased by her appearance, though He would love her just the same.

she slid open the closet door and looked at the items behind it. Hanging on the wall, there were quite a number of implements. There were a variety of hairbrushes; paddles of all shapes and sizes, from a table tennis paddle to a four foot long "fraternity" paddle; floggers, from one foot long to four feet long; and a few canes of differing thicknesses and lengths. Some of these had been used many times, while others had only been used once or twice. What to choose, what to choose?, she wondered, finally settling on a cane He had only used a few times, but she knew could cause significant pain and leave a nice mark as a reminder, too. she was feeling quite guilty about her behavior today and strongly felt she needed both the pain and the mark.

she hurried back to the living room and dropped to her knees as she approached the doorway. she placed the cane in her mouth and crawled to Him with the instrument between her teeth. His eyes widened slightly in surprise. He had expected to see her with a hairbrush or one of the smaller paddles, something appropriate for her minor offense. she, of course, had proven time and again she could take the pain -- even wanted the pain -- of the larger implements, but her error today simply didn't warrant it as a punishment. What is she thinking? I hope she doesn't think I'm going to go easy on her just because she's brought out one of the rougher tools. Even while He thought this, though, He knew that couldn't be the case and there must be something more going on.

her Punishment

she saw His car in the driveway as she pulled in and her heart began to pound. Damn it!, she thought, Why couldn't I have gotten home first? she knew the answer, of course: He was perpetually on-time (or early), and she was perpetually late. This, however, was the least of her problems today. He had not expected her home before Him today, but she had failed to follow other instructions of His. This, of course, is what had her heart pounding. In any event, whatever preparations she might have made by getting home before Him were impossible now.

she pushed the button and watched as the garage door slowly raised. It seemed to take forever. she simultaneously wished it would never raise, so she would not have to face Him, and wished it would hurry up and let her in, so she could get inside and get it over with. It wasn't the punishment she knew was coming that she minded nearly as much as knowing she had to face Him and admit she had broken His rules. Worse than that, she had broken more than one of His rules on the same day! Before the garage door finished raising, she pulled her car into the garage, anxiously pushing the button to begin the doors descent back down to close out the rest of the world.

she opened the car door and hurried out before the garage door even finished closing. For a moment, she considered taking her time. she hated rushing for anything, even for Him she silently admitted to herself. Why should i rush in there? It won't make Him any happier, she thought. Before she even finished the thought, she knew the reason: He certainly had been waiting for her arrival, knew she was there, and was counting the seconds until she came to Him. anastasia, she thought to herself, you are a spoiled brat and it is no wonder you get yourself in trouble so often. she continued to chide herself for her brief, defiant thoughts and suddenly realized that, although her conscious mind may have allowed her a moment of free will from His control, her unconscious mind had not: she found herself standing next to her car, almost completely naked. Without a conscious thought, she had already removed her blouse, skirt, shoes, and bra. The only things left to remove were her garter belt, stockings, and panties, which she did quickly. she had been removing her clothing in the garage before entering the home (when they were alone) for as long as they had lived there, yet it still came as a bit of a surprise to realize it had become such a habit she no longer had to think about it. Today, it was a surprise for which she was very thankful.

she placed her clothing in the hamper next to the washing machine. she then reached into the cabinet above the washing machine for the collar. Made of black leather and engraved with the letters "mmpp", my most prized possession - the title He had bestowed upon her and only her. The collar was just one more symbol of His ownership of her. she often wished she were allowed to wear the collar outside of the house. Perhaps the reminder would have kept her from her errors in judgement today. she barely completed the thought when she heard His voice in her head. Do I not own you without the collar? Can you not remember to whom you belong without it? she almost replied aloud, No, Sir. I do not need anything to remember i am Yours. No, He would not be pleased by the suggestion she needed anything to remember to follow His rules.

she entered the house and began walking to where she knew He would be waiting -- the living room. she, once again, noticed the feeling of her heart beating in her chest. she reached up to her neck and checked to make certain the collar was still in place. It was unecessary, of course, to feel for the thick leather with her hands. she had tightened it to the sweet spot she had come to love, the notch that was constantly just-ever-so-uncomfortable in order to remind her it was there and why. Nonetheless, she knew she had better have it on. she had already been such a bad girl today and was terrified by the prospect of causing Him any further displeasure. As she approached the doorway to the living room, she got down on her hands and knees. she took a deep breath to calm her nerves and slowly crawled into the room.

There He sat in his large leather chair. The chair was perfect for Him; it dominated the room. It was the first thing anyone noticed when entering their living room. It overshadowed their beautiful sofa and love seat set. she loved that set. she loved the look of it and the feel of it. she dared not even hope today, however, of being permitted to sit on it. He certainly would not allow it.

As she approached, she carefully avoided looking directly at Him. Although she loved to look at Him (and He loved the way she looked at Him), this might be taken as an act of defiance under the circumstances, and she couldn't afford to have Him think that. she quietly crawled to position herself directly in front of Him. He sat there casually, appearing calm and relaxed. she, however, knew better. she had become highly attuned to His moods and knew He was far from calm or relaxed.

He simply sat there, almost as if He didn't notice her. This, of course, wasn't true. He was intensely aware of her presence and was watching her for any sign of defiance. she began to feel the pressure on her knees building. she almost started to say something, anything to cut the silence and try to assuage His displeasure. Thankfully, she caught herself. she knew she was not to speak until spoken to; this was one of the first rules He ever gave her. Uttering anything at this point would only have increased His displeasure and, likewise, whatever punishment He had in mind for her.

Finally breaking the silence, He demanded, "Tell me what you've done wrong today and why you deserve whatever fair and appropriate punishment I decide upon."