Are You Sorry?
That was NOT a good thing for you to do, was it?
When I take you out for Dinner I expect, as an absolute minimum, that you follow The Rules and that you fully always meet my expectations.
Perhaps you might like to explain the following to me, just so that I can understand what is going on in your mind.
Number 1: why were you disrespectful to your Sir at the restaurant by insisting that you were to choose your food, when you KNOW your place is for me to do that for you?
Number 2: despite me being very clear that you were to wear the Simone Perele set that I purchased for you, at considerable expense I might add, WHY when I undressed you do I find that you have disobeyed me and decided to wear something else?
Nothing to say?
I have no time for this level of disrespect and this needs to be resolved now.
I tell you to stand very still, naked, unsupported apart from your heels and for your head to be bowed. You are NOT to look in my direction unless I give you permission to do so.
I leave you there for 10 minutes, which seems like an eternity as your nervousness rises.
I stand behind you, forming your hair into a tail and pulling your head backwards into me, tilting your head as a sign of my control and importance, whispering in your ear that your punishment is only just beginning.
Put these on as I pass you a set of nipple clamps, and make sure that they are tight: I want your nipples to be sensitive and to remind you later that you have been punished. I will decide when they are to be taken off, not you.
You are starting to get wet now, the warmth of this is spreading through your pussy and you know that I will be aware of this.
I tell you to stand with your legs two feet apart and to focus upon your bottom. From nowhere you feel the gentle but determined pressure as I start to insert one of your plugs, which always focuses your mind.
Once carefully in place I turn to face you and gently put my hands around your throat, squeezing lightly at first and then increasing the pressure and then releasing it again while telling you to think about your misbehaviour and to consider how you might explain this to me. All you can mutter is that you will not do it again.
Not good enough, not anywhere near good enough.
Reaching down I feel your warmth and how wet you have become, your focus torn between your sensitive nipples, the fullness and pressure from the plug and my teasing fingers on your clit.
You are told to get on your knees and look up at me, you are starting to look anxious now, wondering what will come next.
What atonement should you offer me?
Before you can say anything I tell you to stand up and walk over to the dining room table and bend over it and to wait for me. I leave you there for a further 10 minutes, which seems like an eternity for you. I return with a new, very hard and rigid wooden paddle which I run across your bottom and down your legs, first on the outside and then on the inside, just to emphasise my position of authority and control.
The first spank catches you by surprise and you gasp out loud, the second is slightly harder, as is each subsequent spank up until the fifth, after which the intensity dies down and by number 10 the strike is back to the first. I turn you onto your back and begin to tease you with my fingers, exploring your wetness and the very firm and clearly visible clit which is begging for attention.
You desperately want to cum but, of course, this will not be allowed. Not until I decide to allow this.
Five times you ask for permission, but this is never granted.
I tease you with my fingers and eat you, teasing your clit with the very tip of my tongue, very faintly forcing you to concentrate your mind on me totally and exactly.
Are you sorry for your atrocious behaviour sub? Will there be any repeat of this shocking attitude and disrespect? Of course you say that you will reframe and refocus your attention, pleading to be allowed to cum.
Being a kind and compassionate Dom I let you come, making you say that you are sorry, very respectful and that this will not happen again.
You know that this is not over as I remove your plug but leave your nipple clamps on. I tell you to deliver the best blow job that you have EVER done and I might take the clamps off.
You had better be good then, hadn’t you?