Waiting

The Train Journey

It was one of those, not rainy all-day days, but a day when the grey sky had somehow descended down to the pavement and the drizzle just clung onto the people making their way around the capital, running errands, venturing out to meet important people, fetching Lunch or just idling around with no purpose.

A grey day which shows no sign of the path of the sun: as grey at 8am as it would be at 6pm, the sun not able to penetrate the silver shroud over London.

For us, the grey vista served only to sharpen and emphasise our feelings and connection: similarly all the hustle and bustle of the city barely touched us as we walked confidently from our overnight hotel stop (St Pancras Renaissance) to the tube, a short hop to Victoria Station to catch our train to Brighton.  The famous London Underground was being brought back to life after Covid and had that strange feeling of damp air warmed by the regular trains running along those historic lines.

The Tube was alive with the hum drum of people and movement but we seemed to not notice them.

I decided that we would stand together on the short ride to Victoria Station, making way for other travellers to use the seats in the carriage. This meant that we were at the end of the carriage and holding onto the straps hanging from the ceiling with our bags at our feet. I used my left hand to grip the strap and you used your left hand to grip yours.

 Only 4 stops on the tube and an opportunity for some exciting close contact in public, our bodies pressed together as we swayed in unison, meeting the bends and rises and falls as the carriages make their way along the route. I unzipped your jacket and put my right hand inside, tracing the smooth outline of your body, feeling its warmth as you pressed into me. I could feel the outline of your panties as I ran my hands down the outside of your hip, the trace of the fabric reminding me what I had purchased for you and how good you looked in them.

Passengers came and went in the carriage as we travelled along but we were barely conscious of them, wrapped up in our closeness and connection. I could feel your breath on my cheek as the train rumbled on, your total focus upon your Sir.

London Victoria station appeared as if from the darkness as the tube entered the underground station: time to get up to the platform and find our train to Brighton, hoping that the weather on the south coast would be better than in London, but this was England after all!

Our train had been cancelled. Terrific. The British railway system at its very best.

After waiting for what seemed like ages, tortured by what I knew you were wearing underneath your dress, the announcement that the train was departing from Platform 5 was a bit of a relief. We walked the short distance to the platform only to find that the train was ancient and made up of compartments and not a corridor model: this meant that we would be in a carriage with doors at both sides but no other means of coming into our seating area.

Instantly I could see the possibilities of making the journey that much more memorable.

Moving down the platform we dived into a compartment, eagerly looking forward to our forthcoming night in Brighton at The Grand Hotel. Anxiously I watch the hands on my watch tick away, hoping that nobody else was to enter our compartment so that we can have some “us” time. After what seemed like a proverbial lifetime the train moved off and we were alone, incapable of being disturbed and with the thrill of a moving train to add to the excitement.

I immediately told you to take off your coat and skirt so that I could inspect what was mine, and only mine. Those black panties fitted you snugly and showed your shape and form beautifully as I explored your wetness with my fingers, gently and carefully testing your warmth and wetness which grew quickly as I probed and teased further. I sat back and told you to kneel before me: it was time to make sure that you fully understood your position and role and that your submission to your Sir was to be absolute.

To make sure you understood I put my hands around your throat and squeezed gently and then with a little more pressure as I asked you to confirm your devotion to me. I progressively tightened my grip, not to put you in discomfort but to make sure that your focus was upon just me.

After being satisfied with your response I told you to give me the best blow job you had ever delivered, otherwise the floor on our hotel suite might be a little uncomfortable for sleeping on.  Rising to the task you did not disappoint, varying your technique from light licking and teasing to bobbing your head along my length to deep throating me. You were brilliant, as I expected you to be and as you knew you had to be.

Time for some different attention for my submissive. I quickly undressed you  and using two of my cable ties I attached your wrists to the luggage rack that ran parallel to the seats in the compartment, telling you to stand with your legs about three feet apart. I could now explore and use any part of your body and use my paddle to make sure that your attention was total. Standing behind you I whispered in your ear that you are Owned and that you are my property while I placed my hands around your neck, gently squeezing your throat, causing your mind to latch onto both my words and actions, especially what was about to come.

I explored your wetness and warmth, exploring and enjoying your softness and tenderness, teasing and probing, brushing very lightly against your clit, so that you waited for further contact on that gorgeous spot, but not knowing when it might arrive.

For what seemed a lifetime your exploration continued until I decided it was time for your spanking, which was initially light use of my paddle but then was increased in terms of harshness and speed, alternated with more exploration and teasing. This pattern was alternated regularly resulting in you begging for more attention and permission to come.

Obviously that permission was never going to be given. Nearing Brighton you were told what was expected of you tonight: being the most compliant sub possible, the most attentive and appreciative, thankful and loyal woman a Sir could ever have and that any part of your body was to be made available for my pleasure.

When I untied you I told you to quickly get dressed and to make yourself presentable, ready to walk to the seafront and our hotel, knowing that failure to be that attentive sub would mean more corrective attention for you.

Looking a little flushed, but not as flushed and pink as your bottom, we stepped out onto the platform, both unaware of the great English drizzle.

Waiting

You lay there in silence. The weight of anticipation, desire, fear, excitement and trepidation build up into a fire that will not subside, will not waiver and will not be extinguished until Sir has had his pleasure.

The cold concrete of the passage outside the interrogation room is the one certainty that you can cling onto. If all is silent then you know it is not your time, not your opportunity to give up your secrets, your mission, your objectives and motivation behind your trespass, a trespass into Sir’s feelings, emotions and attention. On the other hand, if you hear the familiar sound of Sir’s brogues on that unforgiving floor, you know that this is VERY MUCH your time.

How long had you been tied to the table? Difficult to measure, there are no sounds that you can latch onto, perhaps only the distant hum of traffic far away in the background. Was it 15 minutes? An hour? Two hours, possibly? The air is heavy with anticipation, excitement, uncertainty and trepidation.

Are you expecting and hoping for just a verbal reprimand for your actions? Or do you want and even savour the pain and control that will come from a variety of tools and toys, all of which are beyond your control and a million miles from your request for pleasure?

Will the flogger be used on your legs and bottom, the flails leaving pink entwined strips on your cool flesh? Sir’s paddle might be a corrective tool of choice, but if so will it be the leather or wooden one?

Small (unlikely), Medium (possibly) or Large (very likely) butt plug? Exciting.

The crop is a likely tool to be used, it’s cool feel belying its potential for generating corrective warmth.

The last time the crop was used it traced the outline of your pussy, with some slight pressure on your glowing and aching bud, ripe and ready to be explored.  Your most sensitive and tender parts of your submission freely available for your Sir to have as he wished, setting a fire that burns progressively more intensely.

All of these memories rekindle the flame that draws you to your Sir.

The sound of those familiar footsteps in the corridor gets progressively louder and very soon the door will open.

Anticipation will be over shortly ……………….

Respect is a two-way street

If I had to explain to someone who had no idea or concept of what the lifestyle was all about it would not be a quick 5 minute conversation. And, if I were to focus upon one key theme that cements the lifestyle it would be built around the concept of respect.

Sure, respect underpins vanilla connections and is a given in that world but the magnitude and quality of respect that is required in our world is simply no comparison.

As a Dom, respect is something that is at the core of my relationship with my sub: it creates certainty and reliability in the dynamic and within all interaction between us, whether as part of a conversation, exchange of views, inspections, scenes and tasks/challenges. In terms of developing my sub, I take great care to push boundaries and explore limits as part of a training regime that encompasses both her personal, professional and submissive growth and development. However, this cannot work without a healthy and continuing dose of respect.

An uncomfortable question (hopefully not!): in your dynamic with your sub, have you taken the time and effort firstly to really ask questions and explore issues around Likes/Dislikes/Maybes followed by further exploration around what will constitute a Hard and a Soft Limit within them? To do so shows, in my opinion, a good level of respect and immediately puts the relationship on a firm footing and brings some certainty into the dynamic.

The design, structure and enforcement of Rules and Routines are an essential part of the link between Dom and sub BUT this only works if both parties respect the views and desires of the other. The Dom should respect his sub by  stretching and developing his sub, but not in such a way that they create a level of distress and anxiety that is destructive to the bond. The sub should then respect what has been agreed upon and mutually negotiated and follow them until any further changes are discussed and implemented. Riding roughshod over the feelings, desires and actual abilities of the sub at this point destroys any growing connection from the earliest stages.

A second uncomfortable question (hopefully not): how obedient is your sub? Putting aside the fact that brattish behaviour is part of a positive dynamic, and most subs will push back and test their Dom, a sub who is regularly and systematically disrespectful is showing clear signs of stress caused in large part by not being involved or consulted in the development of the relationship. Stress can come from lots of different sources including a sub pushing back because the Dom is not doing his job properly. Sort the obedience issues out carefully and systematically right now Doms

A final uncomfortable question (hopefully not): how is trust working in your relationship? Trust and respect are very closely connected in all relationships (the subject of a forthcoming Blog!): if you want exclusivity in your connection, is this guaranteed and delivered by what you are managing and controlling? Do you have any nagging doubts, areas of concern or friction in the dynamic? If so, respect has not been embedded from the start

Getting respect established and progressively built upon is, for me, the cornerstone of a positive, exciting and mutually satisfying Dom/sub relationship.

We should always remember that respect is hard to earn, essential to develop and very hard to regain once lost: do the decent thing and always have this front-and-centre in your approach to all things BDSM.

The Beach.

The sun was setting: it was approaching dusk when we carefully stepped down the stairs onto the beach. Even at that time in the evening the pure white Caribbean sand was still gloriously warm from the sun’s rays which throughout the day had stored up its heat and then gently released a gift of soothing energy between our toes and onto the soles of our feet.

The fading sun sent hypnotic beams that splintered across the waves as they ebbed and flowed in the distance.The only sound breaking the silence was the crash of the waves on the foreshore and the smooth swash and back wash as the waves advanced and receded.

The cove was deserted and tranquil: it was neither overlooked nor exposed. There would be nobody walking on the beach at this time in the evening as the sun worshipers had long departed back to their hotels.

My sub was excited at my suggestion of relaxing on the deserted beach and was dressed in her swimming costume,a very flattering two piece that displays her stunning figure and which always draws my attention.

We held hands as we walked across the beach feeling the sand between our toes. I lead the way down towards where the breakers were making their impact upon the edge of the beach where the calmness of the sand gave way to the gently advancing tide. My sub accepts my leadership as she does throughout our dynamic, shaped and forged through control and communication.

We kissed, lightly at first but then with deeper and more meaningful intent. I ran my fingers through her hair and told her that this would be a special night. We lay on the sand, as I ran my hands across her tummy, gently stroking and enjoying her soft skin with the swash of the waves just touching our feet. 

My sub sat up as instructed so that I could undo her top, releasing he beautiful breasts into my hands, gently teasing, stroking and carefully pinching her hard nipples. Laying back, her skin glistened in the soft fading sunlight as I continued to explore her until she asked me if she could take her bikini bottoms off. That would only be allowed some time in the future as I wanted to build the anticipation ahead of what was to come.In the meantime I want us to say how grateful we both are that we have such a dynamic, built upon trust and openness.

In that moment we were unaware even of the waves and the crashing sound of them smashing onto  the beach

By now the breaking waves are lapping around our calves and it is time for her to get fully naked, which she readily agrees to do as it is my wish. I remove my trunks and she is told to caress me carefully and attentively while I explore her and tease her, feeling her arousal and excitement.

As the waves break around us now, we begin to make love, feeling each part of each other and enjoying the feel of the waves around us, driving us on and driving the rhythm of our excitement. With her legs around me we are deeply connected.

In the heat of the exchange I ordered her to get on all fours so that we could both enjoy the deep feeling of my thrusts and the sensuous feeling of closeness and intimacy as I pulled her hair tightly to make sure that she was focused upon her Sir. I made sure that I paid careful attention to her nipples while she gave herself to me, making them hard and sore to the touch.

I decide that she should now be on top, to which my sub willingly agrees, riding me slowly and carefully at first and then increasing her movements, going hard and deep with her hips, ordering her to play with and tease her nipples as she gets more committed to the inevitable climax that we are both about to experience. When it happens, for us both it is a magical experience and cements the dynamic between us.

We stay there, with the water ebbing and flowing around us, my sub still on top of me but now laying on my chest and me playing with her hair as before. She affirms her submission to me, renews her vows to me to fully follow the Rules as I have written them and to unquestioningly show her obedience both in public and in private.

With the warm water around us we walk into the sea and swim and splash about, getting renewed energy and focus. As the sun goes down we get out of the water, get dressed and head off to the restaurant for an intimate evening meal where, as normal, Sir will select the menu choices for his sub. Then it’s off to bed where a spanking has been decided upon for some cheekiness earlier in the day before a night of entwined sleep.

Hosiery and Control

I set very high standards and expect a lot from my submissive in terms of her service to me, her commitment, dedication and above all, obedience to me. This is understood and accepted as a normal part of our dynamic and something that is the foundation of the strong connection that we have.

A key part of my standards is the way in which her legs are presented to me. I already control and approve on a daily basis her bra and panties and expect high standards of her hosiery, accompanied by pictures sent for my delight and gratification. Only I know their form and design. Thus I have directed and commanded what is not visible to anyone else and this will never change.

She has beautiful legs. They are shapely and smooth. Her calves and thighs are finely shaped and lead to her hips that are delicately formed.

What sets her apart from others is the way in which she uses her hosiery to adorn them. The texture of whatever she is told to wear cannot be underestimated in terms of complimenting her legs. The contrast between the main body of the stocking and the top layer is something only Sir gets to see and is displayed when I command it. Only Sir knows what is above the hemline.

This is all about Control: Control over what she may show in public as approved by me beforehand and what she is told to show me when we are alone together. There is also Control over the position of her legs for my photograph: left leg over right leg, right leg over left leg, leg positioning and legs apart.

Using hosiery in this way makes her feel good, wanted and is an overt display of obedience. Seeking my permission and getting approval for items she has purchased to impress adds spice to the Control I have over her, which includes both hosiery and her underwear.

There can never be enough hosiery, of whatever form and design, to be presented to me for my approval. There are an infinite number of possibilities that it presents for us both and is an important part of our growing dynamic.

What Dominants can get from good Control

Control for Dominants comes in many different forms and is delivered by many different Dominants in many different ways. This is an intensely personal experience and approach. This blog is about my perceptions on the topic. Hopefully some of this will chime with your experiences in whatever your role in the lifestyle.

I enjoy exercising Control. It gives me satisfaction, empowers me to do more in the relationship and progressively and systematically draws my sub into my way of thinking. Control, and its dynamic, secures the link between myself and my submissive and allows her to give more to me as she acquires more insights into my values and what I want her to achieve.

Control is a skill that is permanently evolving, growing and being refined. It is a learning experience that develops so that no matter how confident you feel about it there is always something more to consider. It is never the finished article. Control gives me power and authority over my submissive, but this is intimately interwoven with kindness, consideration, empathy and sympathy to make the bonds very tight, which in turn ensures that Control is delivered and developed.

Control for me is about being Dominant but NOT being domineering, which I would describe as being brash, rude and overbearing – a trap that catches many in the guise of being determined to squash any resistance and/or push-back from the submissive. Good Control is far more subtle than that.

Control gives me the tools to influence her thoughts, patterns of behaviour, desires, needs and hopes so that she is secure and confident in her submission to me. I put huge emphasis on the two pillars that underpin the dynamic: trust and communication. I always try to make my communication as clear and precise as possible on issues that require delivery and obedience from my submissive. I cannot say that I get this right all of the time but because of the level of trust  woven into the connection between myself and my submissive any issues are discussed and reframed after which I decide on the best way forward.

A good measure of Control is how well we talk and share views and opinions. I find out lots of detail from general conversation which I can then use to make the bond tighter, more relevant and more enjoyable for both sides. I am no pushover, I can be demanding and set high standards for my submissive to work towards, ensuring that the level of Control that I want is achieved.

In my view, good Control is built upon three principles, which I work hard to focus upon in all aspects of the dynamic:

1.      Protection and Respect: training and nurturing my sub so that she confirms her position and status as my Control develops.

2.      Understanding: gaining a detailed insight into my sub’s desires, feelings and wants so that she is comfortable in her own identity. This is essential in planning out how Control can be established and developed.

3.      Punishment for poor behaviour: this has to be an integral part of the dynamic but is only to be used fairly, and administered with just cause. It must never be delivered in anger nor should it be the driving force in any relationship.

My sub has huge potential and my Control is a key part of that.

Avoiding Sub Drop and giving excellent Aftercare

Let’s be honest, if vanilla was enough we wouldn’t be here would we? The attraction of such a lifestyle just fails to cut any ice and frankly, it’s like living in limbo, waiting for some excitement to come along. A grey life, with grey expectations.

But then along comes BDSM.

The dynamic of the BDSM lifestyle is a heady one and offers a huge range of possibilities and excitement for all concerned, and that is great. The release of endorphins is almost addictive and let’s be honest, the temptation to get carried away and to really immerse ourselves in the play draws us all in. Subspace is the ultimate Adrenalin rush, apart from bungee jumping!

In the heat of play, probably the very last thing on your mind is almost certainly the very first thing that should be on your mind: how will my submissive feel when this is done and what will she need from me?

The macho, controlling side of being a Dom would just prompt a Dom to move on after the play, possibly either leaving or just separating himself from the aftermath of the feelings and concerns of his submissive. This is a critical time for both parties as it is an opportunity to check on feelings and emotions that have, very recently, been in the extreme as the passion of the play worked its way through.

A key part of my responsibility as a Dom is to care for my sub. For me, this means making sure that she is in a good space, both immediately after play and in the days that follow. It is during these following days that emotions can dip dramatically, insecurity can set in and concerns can emerge that need very careful management and care.

Physical marks and scars can heal. However, the physical exertion of the play can also take its toll, often making itself obvious some days later. Care is needed here and support should be offered by both sides. The often hidden issues around Subdrop are the emotional issues that it raises, typical of which are anxiety, confusion, guilt and shame. The only way of dealing with this effectively is to establish before the actual play itself, the aftercare that will be delivered. This ensures that everyone is clear as to what will happen and what can be expected.

Physical comfort and closeness cannot be underestimated in this. However intense the play, there will always be a need for some good old-fashioned cuddles and comfort, even when you think this need has been met by the closeness from the physical and mental connection of the scene. Warmth, especially shared warmth, accompanied by a caring and calming chat about what has just taken place puts things into context and reassures both parties that yes, the scene was good, but that there is still the need to keep communication going and reassurances flowing.

It is just not enough to exit Stage Left after a quick cuddle and a pat on the head. Contact from you in the hours and days following the play is essential, especially where the play has been particularly intense. Just because your sub says she is OK is no guarantee that she will still be okay later. Be a Gentleman and check up on her and make sure all is well! Forget casual contact.This is about quality contact.  Be prepared to really listen and allow her to express her feelings.

Above all else, make sure that you, as a Dom, deliver positive reinforcement, using kind and supportive language to make sure your sub has pride in herself. Compliment her on what she did well and what that meant to you.This will really help avoid Subdrop and keep the closeness that you have worked together to generate.

Always think about how you would like to be supported if the roles were reversed – Heresy I know, but just think about it!

Friday in the Office

The sun streams through the wooden blinds in the office and it is a perfect Spring day. There is just enough breeze to disturb the blinds which flutter almost hypnotically in the sunshine. Being on the first floor the sound of the traffic below is a distant buzz but is a reminder that there is a world going on a street level.

The big oak desk has seen many different managers but now it is mine, its shiny surface has been polished and buffed over the years to produce a bright sheen, the knots in the wood are clear to see and add to its stature as a key part of the décor. It gives anyone sitting at it a strong sense of power and control.

You walk into the room with a clutch of papers that need signing and, bearing in mind that this is mid afternoon on a Friday, I am concerned as Thursday is the recognised day for signing invoices, contracts and letters going out to clients.

Disappointing. I am a busy man and time is, as they say, money.

The pile of papers is considerable and will require a good few hours of my time – your view of this, from just your body language, is that it is not a problem

“Can you just sign these Mr S – it won’t take you long” is your opening line.

When I point out that this should have been done yesterday, as normal, you just shrug your shoulders, almost dismissively.

You can see that I am less that happy about the situation as I bristle and shuffle in my chair.

“Clearly you have ignored the Office protocols for signing documents –this is very inconvenient for me” I state, clearly and with some annoyance. I then take a look at the pile of papers and look at you.

“Why has this happened? It’s not as if you have not been here to know what goes on during Thursday, is it?”

The silence hangs heavy in the air, only punctuated by the blinds swaying in the breeze and the shafts of sunlight dancing on the floor of the Office.

The silence is deafening.

No answer comes back.

I move to get up and because you are almost leaning over me, pen in hand, we bump into each other. My attention is drawn to your blouse which is open far more than usual showing off your breasts and a nice red bra.

“They need to be signed; some are urgent” you defensively say with no hint of an apology.

You sit down at the side of my desk and lean forward, probably thinking that Mr S will be swayed by the way you are dressed and the way that you are sitting.

“This won’t do, it’s not acceptable” I say in a harsh tone. To my surprise you look almost indignant about the situation, almost challenging.

I am fuming.

I get up from my chair and you do so immediately and again we bump into each other, although this time It is clear this was no accident on your part.

“Oh, sorry Mr S, that’s clumsy of me”. Our eyes meet and its time that the dynamic here needs to change, otherwise I know more things will slip.

“You need to apologise P, for your poor attitude and behaviour, this is not good enough”.

More resistance and attitude received through clear body language.

Without thinking I grab you by the shoulders and turn you around and bend you over my desk. I am on automatic pilot now, determined that this shoddy work attitude will never be repeated. You struggle a little, but this is only a token gesture as I pull up your skirt to see that you have matching red lingerie and tan holdups.

I quickly remove your knickers and start to spank your perfect bottom with my hand, leaving a faint pink patch where my palm has been. After some token wriggling you remain still, taking your punishment and knowing that you have fully deserved it.

A nice round 10 spanks delivered and a promise to be more focused and diligent in future made.

Not content with that I decide to take your punishment further.

“Turn over onto your back!” I order and you dutifully follow my instruction. Once there I can sense the warmth of your arousal as I gently explore your wetness with my fingers. Your pulse races and your breathing is becoming increasingly erratic, the more I explore you.

Time to make my point, and to focus your attention on me totally, I tease your clit with the tip of my tongue, gently probing and exploring it, while my fingers gently move rhythmically and carefully in and out of you.

“Don’t think I’m going to let you come, your poor behaviour means that won’t be allowed, no matter how much you want it to happen” I state. “Unless you promise not to let this happen again” I add.

Breathless you tell me that you will mend your ways and I quickly allow you to come, arching your back as you do.

“Leave the paperwork and get back to your office quickly, and we will say no more about this.”

Humbly you return to your office, closing the door quietly behind you.

It is 4.30pm and it has been a challenging day for a number of reasons.

There has been a nagging voice in the back of your head since first thing, only now the volume has crept up many notches and it is virtually dancing along at the same pitch and intensity as your heartbeat.

You know the feeling, you left the house this morning and you are sure that you closed the downstairs windows. You know you did.

The little voice in your head still keeps banging on though. It won’t be quietened, it gets louder.

You must have closed it, you would just know, wouldn’t you?

It’s the same thing with Sir: you did complete the Journal Task he had spent considerable time thinking about and then carefully scripting, didn’t you?

Perhaps you did do as requested, but the Sent Folder in your email tells a different story.

Sir did say it was an important reflective Task that needed your clear focus and detailed response AND it is due today at 5pm.

The blood coursing around your veins seems very loud now, heartbeat is up, your adrenalin is starting to flow, that tingle in the fingers and slight shaking feeling is becoming more noticeable.

Still no sign of the Task! Try the Draft Folder, it will be in there surely?

No!

Deleted Folder? That is empty because you purged it this morning!

What to do? Do you frantically try to bash up a response and send it to Sir, hoping that what will be a rushed and poor effort, lacking detail and substance, will be acceptable? You know the bar for Tasks is set very high so that will not work.

You could sit tight and hope that Sir has forgotten the Task and will not chase you for it? You know that Sir never forgets, so that option will not work either.

Apologise and say you forgot about the Task, work has been very busy, the cat got sick, your best friend had a meltdown, the sun didn’t set, etc? That is as plausible as the seas drying up and man actually did land on the Moon.

It is now 4.55pm. The world is imploding.

It is time to face the wrath of Sir, time to be very, very humble and sincerely apologetic, hoping for some mercy and understanding, but knowing that is highly unlikely. Totally unlikely, that’s not going to happen.

Quick, think of something to appease Sir with, some gift or action that will get you off the hook! Your mind races and whirls, unable to latch onto anything to offer.

The phone rings, it’s 5pm. It could be a customer or one of your friends, but you know it isn’t.

“Hello Sir, err, how are you this afternoon?” …………………………….

You know that you have made a mistake, a big mistake, an action that came out of what you fully know to be behaviour that is totally unacceptable.

It is not that you, even vaguely, didn’t know that this would get a reaction.  The situation has been clearly set out, explained and documented as such within The Rules that had been written carefully for you. And to which you readily agreed to honour.

A boundary has been breached. A behavioural fence has been broken. A limit has been transgressed.

A border has been penetrated and now you are paying the price.

Bending over the table you are beginning to regret that Brat outburst of “Make me” when Sir told you to not make a scene in the restaurant when he chose your meal for you. It’s not as if Sir’s choice was outside your taste preferences.

It just came out of the blue. Behaviour to test the patience of your Owner.

A little short of breath and anxious, the tension is also delicious and intoxicating.

The room is cool and your bare legs and bottom can feel the breeze from the open window, a calming sensation, but only probably for the moment. Just for the moment.

You are aware that Sir has entered the room but has said nothing and is watching you from a distance. This inertia seems to last forever, knowing that the reaction that you have caused will be delivered to correct such shoddy behaviour and thinking.

A cold sensation comes to your bottom and you quickly recognise that to be the tip of the leather riding crop which is now just resting upon your smooth flesh. Gently Sir taps out a rhythm on your buttocks, each tap getting a little firmer and heightening your anticipation that little bit more.

Then nothing. Silence. All is calm. The curtains move in the breeze and you are left waiting. Perhaps you have been forgiven and the act of penance has been completed.

Suddenly you hear the sound of the crop hitting the table next to your right hip, so close that you feel the air moving from the power used to deliver the stroke. This is an alarming sound, brittle as snapping ice.

The warmth of your arousal is hampering a clear head that you so want and need in this situation, but any resistance or fight that you ever had is over, gone and totally evaporated. You have to give in and submit to the punishment that you fully deserve.

Sir thinks in numbers that end in a 5 or a 10: will there be 5 strikes or 10 strikes that will correct your behaviour? Possibly 15? Only time will tell.

The strikes are firm, memorable and come with regular timing: an opportunity to reflect on your poor, unacceptable and challenging behaviour between them, each one bringing a surge of excitement, anticipation and longing for the next one.

The electricity generated by each stroke is mesmerising, raising your sensations and heightening your arousal.

Deep down you issue a silent plea for more and more attention from Sir, knowing that in doing that you sink deeper into your Submission and Ownership.

A Lesson delivered but behaviour yet to be corrected.