Monday Moaning: Killing me softly.... The punishment .. Erotica in prose

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 dominant game at all

He was showing me who was the dominant one

This 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 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 knows I'm very vocal), or I shall double the punishment.

You will keep your panties on, but you will take them off by my command for the rest of your clothes.

"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 striptease 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 instruction. 

'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 eye.s 

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 instruction 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 were 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 fold.s

Miniature tremors swept through my legs muscles as the hardwood 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 looks 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 tastes the sample of my nectar on the cane tip, he takes the finger out of his mouth and just stands there with a 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.

"Bend over." 

I spread my legs and bend over at the waist, taking hold of the back of the lounge chair.

Without another word:

Whoosh tap!

Ouch.. oh, sheet!

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.

Whoosh tap!!

Ouch - 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 supposes 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 elsewhere, but how silly was that tap Jean ass was already on his mind.

Suddenly he pushes me tight against the chair, then quickly hogtied my upper body to it.

With a firm grip, he pulled my panties down my legs, 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 airstrikes.

He starts to walk away, then said, "Oh yea, I almost forgot," then turn around and placed a medicated bandage on the small welt was 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 perfect hardwood 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!

Whoosh tap-tap!!

He was striking my hiney so fast it sounded as if he hit 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.

Whoosh tap!

Whoosh tap!!

Then came silence

The 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 soothes 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 will 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 am used to being pampered and maybe some cock worship afterward 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

(c)1ManView