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    Learning to Obey.

    The most amazing thing happened a couple of days ago. I'm gonna have to keep this short, because I have to go to work.

    My Mistress and I got into an argument, because I didn't want to do what she told me to. Once the yelling had died down, I sat down in my chair, still stubbornly refusing to obey her. She disappeared into our bedroom, and came back with her heavy wooden paddle. Our D/s relationship, sadly, usually doesn't leave the bedroom. But, the few times she has punished me outside of play were certainly memorable, so I didn't dare protest as she stormed over to me.

     She grabbed me by the ponytail, pulled me to my feet and dropped my pants to down around my knees. Then, she pushed me face-down onto the floor and sat on the small of my back, facing my legs. She's bigger and stronger than I am. All I could manage to do was feebly flail my arms and legs.

     With the first hit, I cried out in pain. She brought the paddle down hard on my sissy ass, harder than any punishment before. I kicked my feet against the ground and tapped my hand against the carpet in submission.

    By the third hit, I was ready to obey. The pain was exquisite, but overwhelming. I promised to do my chores.

    By about the tenth hit, I was begging for mercy. I promised to always obey her.  I pleaded for her to stop, or at least give me a moment to catch my breath, but she just kept rhythmically beating me, alternating cheeks with every swing.

    Around hit 15, she started aiming for my thighs. It was shocking. The pain was ten times worse than being paddled in the ass. Tears started forming in my eyes. With every hit, I writhed and struggled, but my perfect Mistress is more powerful than me. I tried very sincerely asking for her mercy, but her only response was the occasional satisfied grunt of exertion.

    Somewhere around 25 strokes, I started crying. She paddled me about ten more times, and then stood up, leaving me sobbing at her feet.

    "Get up," she said.

    I did.

    "Do your chores," she said, brandishing the paddle threateningly.

    "Yes, Ma'am." I meekly replied.

    I will never disobey her again.

    Well, except by getting on here, of course. 

     

     
      Posted on : Sep 9, 2013
     

     
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