He's been quiet about it all evening,
He never said a word about the punishment at dinner time
He never said anything as we cleaned up the kitchen
He smiled at my jokes as I tried to see just where his mental mood was at
He wasn't playing the dominate game at all
He was showing me who was the dominate one
Which is not good news for his naughty submission one....
"Jean come here," echoed down the hall
It's that time eased through my thoughts
As I walked down the hallway of shame, I notice there was nothing in his hand,
that's a good sign were my thoughts
I walked straight into the bedroom, after seeing nothing new there, "Oh boy over his knee time" flashed through my mind
Just as I walked up to the spanking chair he spoke
" I didn't say anything about in here, I said come here young lady"
His voice tone was extra deep and rough, I guess two days in a row missing meetings wasn't a good showing for the owners to their employee's
But Damn, a girl has her needs, and what good is it being the boss if you can't do what you want to do?
"This way young lady" was all he said to me as he walked away
After following him to the next bedroom, my eyes took a quick look around inside
The only thing amiss was a wooden chair in the middle of the room
Kinky I thought....
"Walk over and bend over the back of the chair please"
As instructed, I did just that
Here are the rules young lady
You will not cry out (he know I'm very vocal), or I shall double the punishment
You will keep your panties on, but the rest of your clothes you will take them off by my command
"Your command, yea right we shall see I stated under my breath"
Whoosh - tap " what the!"... "Silence woman he snaps"
Whoosh - tap, Whoosh - tap
My body twisted as the sharp pain rushed through my ass flesh
Whoosh - tap!
Whoosh - tap! sounded as a thin wooden cane came crashing down on the soft flesh of my firm abundance fanny that started to burn like liquid fire
His caning action stopped as fast as it started
"Now that I have your attention young lady," turn around and slowly take off your blouse and bra
I hope by doing a semi slow strip tease with my blouse and bra, it would help take his mind off the punishment, but his facial expression never changed, which mean my ass was in deep trouble
After doing just as he said, I stood completely still and waited for more of his instructions
'Squeeze your breast like you are always asking me to do"
I have hardly squeezed my left breast and twisted my nipples softly to mock him, but as soon as my eyes caught a twitching movement in his wrist, I quickly squeezed my nipples so hard it brought tears to my eyes
Just as sensations of pain flowed through me, I felt my legs become weak, my voice softly moan
"Damn," I'm such a slut traced through my mind
"Now, make your nipples hard and perky for me"
Perky I thought, they're already so hard they hurt, I guess you want me
Whoosh - tap! sounded on the side of my butt cheek
Stunned was my reaction, stunned he could twist and strike my behind solidly that quick while standing almost right in front of me
Quickly my fingertips twisted my nipple harder, as the pain intensified, I felt my legs trembling
My body tensed as I fought back a gasp that was levitating inside my throat, because I wasn't going to give him satisfaction to hear it
"Take off your skirt" was the next instructions I heard
Quickly I unzipped my skirt zipper, then let the skirt slowly slide down the curves of my hips
Next I eased off my pink slip
Silently he stood in front of me while his eyes trace the feminine figure of my body
While pretending to look him in his eyes, my glare traced the slight curve of the growth of his cock slithering down his left leg
Suddenly my lungs gasped after being caught off guard by the tip of the cane gingerly sliding up my right inner thigh, my lungs was finally able to exhale when the cane tip came to rest at the swell of my sex
A deep exhale followed a deep inhale, as he slowly slid the cane tip up and down the moist center of my folds
Miniature tremors swept through my legs muscles, as the hard wood of the cane mimic the hardness of his cock playfully sliding up and down the slick center of my folds
He pulls the cane back and look at the tip, "Wet" was his choice of words , then take a finger and rub it over the tip wet spot, then slowly spoon his wet finger into his mouth
After he taste the sample of my nectar that was on the cane tip, he takes the finger out of his mouth and just stands there with an none emotional look on his face
Yes he's a little devil run through my thoughts, but not out my much too talkative mouth
His eyes glance over to his office lounge chair, "over there he points"
I walk up to the back of the chair and stop
I spread my legs and bend over at the waist, taking hold of the back of the longe chair
Without another word:
Oooch.. oh shii!..
Silence he barks, this is your last warning
Whoosh tap, Whoosh tap, Whoosh tap
Whoa, he fires that darn cane faster on my backside than a machine gun can fire bullets were my thought, as my backside started to quickly warm up with sensations of fire
My legs jump, my ass moved away from the whisking sound of the cane coming down hard on its flesh, making him miss his spot
"Be still Jean" or else barks in his deepest baritone voice
Or else what I thought, crack that cane on my big ass some more
And where and the hell did he get that nasty little cane anyway?
It stings more than that hateful whip of his
As soon as I cleared my thoughts and held my ass still
Whoosh... tap! Whoosh... tap! Wooosh...tap! I never heard the sound of the cane making contact on my ass flesh because the fiery pain shot right through me and made me instantly scream out
It seems he can whip that cane faster than my voice can scream out
Oouch - damn I moaned out loud....
It's not that I wasn't trying to move from the next hit of that cane, it was that I didn't want to feel the raining pain it was putting on my behind
I had moved too fast and too far to the left and the cane clipped my hand that suppose to have my hand on the back of the chair, but the reaction to protect my ass flesh was faster than the price I was about to pay to that vicious hitting cane
He stops the caning as soon as he realized he struck my hand and walk up to me to survey the damage
Just a nick he said, stay there and I'll be back in a flash
In a flash, how ironic I thought
Whew, maybe I should have done that sooner, because tap jean ass now has an all new meaning to me, but once he hurt me, my love went to get something to ease my pain
I heard him reenter the room, I spread my legs wider and slightly wiggle my tender behind side to side in an intent to entice his attention else where, but how silly was that, tap Jean ass was already on his mind
Suddenly he push me tight against the chair, then quickly hog tied my upper body to it
With a firm grip, he pulled my panties down my legs than, then ripped them off with one hard tug
Next he ties my arms so I couldn't move them, I suddenly realized my naked ass was a perfect target for his air strikes
He starts to walk away then said, "Oh yea, I almost forgot", then turn around and placed a medicated bandage on the small welt were the cane struck my hand
His loving jester made me so mad I buck so hard the back of the chair jumped up off the floor
When it came down hard on his perfectly hard wood floor, my thoughts went from being angry to Oh-no, I wish I hadn't done that
"Are you through" he mumbled?
I chose silence to answer him
Now, where was I he said?
"Ah yes, " tapping that nice-round-firm-ass
Without another word, the ragging thunder returned
Whoosh - tap!
He was striking my hiney so fast it sounded as if he hitting it twice with one swing of his hand
My husband always has been a precise person, and precise was each strike of that cane
He hit the same spot twice, then move to the next
When this is over, I can forget about sitting down for a least a week
Normally I won't let myself cry during punishment, but I felt the tears flowing down my face like a waterfall
Then came silence
Silence was diffidently golden when the sound of that cane kissing my backside stopped
As I quietly sobbed to myself while my thoughts ran rampant, one thought stood out
The next time I get real mad at him and tell him to "just kiss my ass" knowing it's going to get me an instant spanking, I will not ever mention kissing ass again, because he just might kiss it with that nasty cane again...
The door of the office room was heard closing, something else he usually doesn't do
He usually comforts me by telling me why the punishment while he sooth my wounds
Then we have quiet time together or terrific sex or both
But not today....
As I laid tied to the couch quietly sobbing to myself and wishing I could rub my wounds, I had time to think about why I was in this moment of predicament, I also thought about the next time I get real mad at him and tell him to "just kiss my ass" knowing it's going to get me an instant spanking, I will not mention kissing my ass, because he just might kiss it with that nasty cane again...
This silence by myself is killing me more than being tied up, I'm use to being pampered and maybe some cock worship afterwards to say I'm sorry
Well at least that's what he thinks, I love cock worship because I'm the one really in charge
But the firmness in this punishment was so different today, maybe I have pushed his buttons too far this time
I'll just have to wait to see what else he has in mind
For this sore red behind