As she woke up she was surprised to find a sensation of pleasure washing over her. In the microsecond before she was aware of her surroundings and who was in bed beside her she just knew that she felt SO good.

Gradually coming back to consciousness she started smiling. She was not alone in bed; far from it. Her dominant lover, who only visited her occasionally, was beside her, on her, sucking and biting her left nipple. The sensation of pleasure and pain was almost more than she could bare.

She relaxed back into the bed but was beginning to have a nagging sensation that told her that she could not stay in bed too much longer. His mouth started to travel over her body and his hand grabbed hers and demanded that she please him. She wanted to, oh how she wanted to, but her body was demanding a different kind of release and she needed to move NOW.

He was pulling her hand towards his cock which she knew would be satisfyingly hard and hot but she had to move and so she moved away from him and out of bed in a single movement and just looking behind her to tell him that she would be back in a moment she dashed to the loo. She had to admit she might have been just a little longer than necessary but she often found the first wee of the day strangely satisfying and sometimes lingered for a moment or two longer than was really necessary.

When she went back into the bedroom she knew immediately that all was NOT well. Instead of relaxing against the soft pile of pillows he was up and pacing the room although she noticed with more than a little pleasure his erection was still magnificent. She smiled and went to get back into the bed when he looked across and asked, in a quite steely voice;

“Who gave you permission to get up?”

“Oh Master,” she replied; “I know that I should have asked but I was bursting and was afraid of having an accident.”

“Don’t try and rationalise it away, you know the rules and you ASK!”

“I’m sorry truly, I am. It won’t happen again.”

“No it won’t. Now lie down on top of the bed face down.” He ordered.

Slightly unsure of what to expect she did as she was told. She knew she was going to be punished but he had not had much time to set up the scene so she wasn’t quite sure what he would do.

She did as she was told and opened her legs and arms so she was spread eagled across the whole of the large double bed. She could still feel her nipples after his biting session and wondered what else she would be able to ‘feel’ in a few minutes.

She didn’t have long to wait. He reached into her bag and getting out her tights ordered her to put her arms behind her back where he tied them firmly and then with another two pairs tied each ankle to the bedposts. She was completely at his mercy, just where they both liked her to be.

She found out why her hands were not tied to the bed when he knelt in front of her and, lifting her head by her hair, demanded that she sucked his cock. She did this furiously and hungrily. She loved her Master’s cock and teased the end and swallowed its length in the way she knew he loved. In the end she was not disappointed when she felt his cum mounting and spurting down her greedy throat. He was softening and, stroking her cheek, called her, his own little cum slut (a strange name as she was not small at all!).

She knew that she had pleased him but also knew that once tied he would want to punish her properly. When his cock had finally reduced to its original size he pulled out of her and told her to continue to lie quietly face down on the bed. She could taste his cum and knew that she was shameless in her enjoyment of sex with this man, the man who explored and tested each and every boundary she had.

She could here him moving about in the room and she heard the kettle boil. She knew that he liked his cup of tea in the morning but doubted that today there would be any for her. She was right! When he had his steaming cup in his hand he moved back to sit by her head and talked to her while he drank it. She was his greatest prize and treasure, she was the slut who pleased him the bedroom and entertained him with her wit and conversation outside but she must learn obedience even when this meant waiting and not getting what she wanted when she wanted it.

She knew that she loved this man completely and wanted to please him. She also felt secure in her obedience to him, it gave her something concrete to measure her actions by. Most of the time she was obedient because she understood his ways and values and chose to follow them for herself. He would never have known had she ignored his ways but that was not HER way. She needed controls in her life and he was the key control, pleasing him and being desired by him were the most important factors and part of this is and was accepting his punishment when she stepped out of line.

She must have been lying on the bed for at least twenty minutes when he got up and putting his cup down picked up the curtain tie back. She knew that these were thick and heavy and had a viciously soft loop at the end and guessed that they would hurt.

“Your punishment will be a factor of ten today,” he said. “Why do I need to punish you?”

“Master I did not ask permission to get out of your bed and go to the toilet.” She answered.

“Yes that’s true and you will be punished for that but what else did you do?” She was at a loss, what else HAD she done, she racked her brain to think and drew a blank.

“You did not respect your Master’s cock, did you?” he asked. She knew what he meant, he had asked her with actions which were louder than words to take his cock this morning but she had pulled away. She had not show him or his cock the respect that they deserved and for that she deserved to be punished.

“Master, I am sorry I didn’t think.” She muttered. Twenty stokes - that would hurt and mark.

“No you didn’t my little cum slut but you will remember in future. Now ask me for your punishment.”

“Master this slave is unworthy of your service. Please punish me for disrespect and disobedience and teach me to serve you better.” She said.

“I will, don’t doubt it I will little one,” he replied.

She buried her head in the bed waiting for the first strike.

“Ask for them and count,” he commanded and so she did.

“One stroke Master please,” she said and the curtain tie back bit across her bottom.

“Two Master please,” she continued as she had been taught finding the stokes hitting her back, inner thighs, cunt and the soles of her feet. As she reached;

“Nineteen Master please,” she could feel that her whole body was on fire and stifling a sob started to relax with only one more to go.

“Twenty Master please,” she finally heard herself say and with a final whack to her cunt that lit her body up so it screamed with pleasure and anticipation she relaxed,

“My pretty, you look that well,” he said and moving across to the dressing table picked up a bottle of ointment and started to rub its soothing cold fluid over her bruised body. She felt herself rise to meet him and as his fingers explored her depths she knew that she was wet and ready for him. She could feel his cock hot and pulsing on her back and knew that the punishment had aroused him and he needed her now.

Leaning backwards he placed the ointment on the table and picked up a vibrator. He used the remains of the cream on his hands to lubricate it and then moved it towards her. He teased her lips and ran it over her clitoris until she groaned with pleasure and then pushing as hard as he could she felt it disappear inside her. He worked it in a demanding and relentless rhythm and she knew that she was rising to meet it. Then he withdrew it and she waited to feel him enter to bring her to the climax she knew she must hold until told to release it.

Instead though she felt him push his fingers into her arse and start to work them in and out. She was groaning with pleasure and desire. He returned the vibrator to its original position and worked her in and out with fingers and toy.

Eventually as she felt herself responding his fingers were removed and the head of his magnificent cock was placed by her arse. He was going to enter her, she was sure of it and then with a single heave he was in pushing and demanding and filling her smaller hole with his whole demanding presence. The vibrator continued to work and he fucked her pussy and her arse together and as he rose towards his own climax he grabbed her hair and rode her in a way that was completely demanding and completely satisfying.

When he had finally cum and they had separated they lay next to each other on the bed. He undid her ankles and kissed her deeply on her mouth. When he came up for breath he smiled at her and said;

“I know that you don’t mean to screw up my little one, but it is fun when you do, isn’t it?”

“Oh yes Master,” she replied;

“Now thank me for correcting you like a good slave and go and make us both some fresh tea, you must be dying for a cup,” he said.

She nodded and getting up and feeling the pleasurable pain and tingling of his beating on her body she thanked him with all her heart for being her Master and correcting her and made them both a fresh cup.