Last weekend when I showed up for our date, Mistress Christina told me that I needed to be punished. I didn’t know what I’d done wrong, but it didn’t matter. From the way my mistress was looking at me, with her eyes sparkling and her lips twitched up in a sexy smirk, I knew she had something wickedly good in mind.
She had recently put eyehooks in the bedroom ceiling, and after having me undress, she bound my wrists with her favorite coconut rope. After that, she stretched my arms over my head and attached the rope to a carabiner that hung from the ceiling. This position forced me to stand up straight without pulling me too much, and for a second I was distracted by the thought that it was probably really good for my back. Then I felt Mistress Christina wrapping more rope around my arms, binding them together. All thoughts of chiropractic health went out the window I was too distracted by the delicious feel of the rope against my skin.
I was hoping she would mummify my entire body with her rope, but she stopped when she reached my elbows. After tying a final knot, she put the rope away and took a leather paddle from the box of toys she keeps at the foot of her bed.
The only thing I enjoy more than being tied up by Mistress Christina is being spanked by her. I love the impact of her hand or paddle against my ass and when my butt starts to feel warm from her ministrations. It’s one of my biggest turn ons, so I was thrilled that she was breaking out the leather paddle. If she hadn’t specifically said I was being punished, I would think she was rewarding me.
She walked around in front of me and showed me the well worn implement. She ran the paddle up and down my body, taunting me rather than striking me with it. She likes to tease me like that. After she was sure I understood what was about to happen, she moved behind me again and got to work.
My mistress started by smacking my ass with her bare hand, alternating between my right and left cheeks. She then added her other hand and was able to provide a much more forceful spanking. She paused once to make me spread my legs a bit and jut my ass out more, but as soon as I was in the position she wanted, she went right back to work, her palms rhythmically smacking my ass until I felt my flesh start to heat up.
My dick was rock hard by the time Mistress Christina stopped slapping my butt. She stood up and circled my body, taking in the sight of my full erection. “Are you about to come?” she asked, not sounding pleased. I shook my head. “You’d better not come until I tell you,” she demanded.
“Yes, Mistress,” I replied, knowing she wasn’t joking.
“Good boy,” she said as she took my dick in her hand and applied a viselike grip to the base. She was serious about making sure I didn’t climax before I was supposed to.
When she moved behind me again, she rubbed my ass softly a few times, preparing me for the next round. I felt ready to take whatever my mistress was willing to give me.
Next she picked up the paddle, and I felt the breeze against my skin as she took a few warm up swings. She doesn’t need to she can eye the exact spot she wants to strike and she never misses but she likes to tease me as much as possible, and my heart always races as I wonder when she’ll actually connect with my ass. On her third swing, the paddle landed right in the middle of my butt, and I moaned as the leather met my skin. I felt an exciting sting, and I shook my butt as I waited for the next strike.
Mistress Christina spanked my ass more than a dozen times, and each time the paddle struck, I moaned quietly and squirmed, trying to get her to hit me harder. I knew doing that would be a sign to my mistress that I was enjoying my punishment, which wouldn’t please her at all, but I also knew it wouldn’t keep her from doing what I wanted, which was for her to spank me with more force.
She swatted my ass with the leather paddle until my flesh felt hot, and then she stopped and let me cool down for a while before starting all over again. By the time she was done, I was having a hard time controlling myself, and I was worried that I was going to spurt before my mistress gave me permission.
After a sufficient spanking, Mistress Christina unhooked me from the ceiling and guided me over to the bed. She was still wearing the jeans and shirt she’d had on when I arrived for our date, but as soon as I was lying on the bed, my hands hooked to the headboard, she stripped off her pants. With her thong still on, she climbed on the bed and straddled my face. She demanded that I lick her pussy without my hands available to pull her panties aside.
I dove right in, pulling at her thong with my teeth and sliding my tongue behind the black lace to get to her pussy. It wasn’t easy, but once I got her panty crotch out of the way, I had no trouble getting to her wet cunt. I alternated between laving her clit with my tongue and lapping up the juices clinging to her lips.
My mistress mewled softly, letting me know that I was doing a good job, but it was her climax, her juices running into my mouth, that was the real signal. Mistress Christina doesn’t climax easily, but she came fast that night, no doubt having gotten aroused from punishing me.
Afterward, she finally allowed me to come, and she even stroked my dick until I exploded since I couldn’t do it myself. My ass was still tingling from the spanking she’d delivered, and it made my orgasm that much more intense. I couldn’t believe my mistress was allowing me so much pleasure when she was supposed to be disciplining me, but I wasn’t about to question her methods. She was the boss, after all.
Eventually, Mistress Christina untied me and we went out on our date, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the spanking she’d given me earlier in the evening. I don’t like to make my mistress unhappy, but I do love when she punishes me!
Mr. Zachary B., Seattle, Washington