Driving to the airport she was glad it was a bright, sunny day.  The kind of day the Master liked.  A curious coil of fear tempered her joy as she turned into the terminal, looking for His beloved form.  She knew she faced an incredible love clouded with a terrible anger.  She was equally excited and terrified by both. 

 

There he is.  A tremendous surge of emotion and arousal flooded her mind and body, and a brilliant smile burst on her face.  She stopped and hopped out of the car and rushed around to help with the bags.  She looked up at him, but he did not make eye contact, though a slight smile crossed his face.  The bags stowed, they got in the car and pulled away. 

 

"I need to get something to eat," he said abruptly.  "Drive through that place we went to right before I left last time."  She drove on silently, subdued by her Master's aloofness.  She drove through the restaurant, ordering the food he requested.  She did not order anything.  He ate some of the sandwich as they drove on to her apartment, arriving there less than 15 minutes later.

 

He carried one of the bags up and she followed.  She unlocked the door and stepped inside, holding the door out for him.  She closed the door.

 

"Suzanne," he said.  She turned around and was immediately struck hard across the face.  "Don't. EVER. Fuck. With. Me. Again.  Do. you. Understand?"

 

"Yes Sir," she replied quietly.  He struck her again, on the other cheek.

 

"Do you?"

 

Instead of speaking she fell down on her knees and kissed the top of each of his shoes.  She went to put her arms around his legs and he abruptly walked away.

 

"Finish getting ready and take your place."

 

She got up quickly and did just that.  When she came out of the bedroom he was sitting on the sofa in his usual spot, naked with his stick across his knees.  She wanted to run to him and cover him with kisses and take his cock into her mouth.  But she knew she should not.  She started to shake a little as she approached and knelt on the large black pillow in front of him.

 

"Take that pillow away.  You don't deserve it."

 

She leaned back and removed the pillow, setting it aside.  She resumed kneeling, head bowed, staring at his feet.

 

"Look at me."

 

She raised her head and was greeted with two hard slaps, one on each cheek.

 

"Don't EVER send me an email, or a text message, or a voice mail or make a phone call telling me you are leaving me.  You simply do not have the right.  I OWN you. My car does not drive away on its own.  My clothes don't get up and walk off.  You are just as they are, my possession."

 

"I don't ever want to hear how you feel, what you think or what you want.  I will tell you what to feel.  I will tell you what you want.  I will tell you what to think.  Is that clear?"

 

"Yes Sir,"  she choked out the words, trying not to cry.

 

"Don't start crying because I am just getting started."  He grabbed her hair at the back of her head and forced her head up to look at him.  "I guarantee you that you will never forget this day.  Nor will you ever repeat the behaviors of the recent weeks.  Now get on your hands and knees and put your face down on that pillow."

 

She moved over and rested her forehead on the pillow.  She felt him climb over her, straddling her back facing her feet.  Immediately the first blow struck.

 

"One."

 

He continued delivering the strokes.  He had never given her more than twenty and she anticipated him stopping there. all the while crying out, squirming, wanting to submit and desperately wanting to escape the intense pain.  Then he continued right past twenty.  He clamped down on her with his legs as she struggled to get away.

 

"Twenty-five."

 

Perhaps it's thirty because she had been particularly bad to him recently.  But he contined past thirty.  She began to beg and squirm violently, but he held her fast and continued.

 

"Thirty-nine, forty."

 

Then he stopped.  It was over.  He got up; she remained there, moaning and rocking back and forth.

 

"That was round one.  There will be two more just like it. DON'T TALK."  She had begun to speak, in shock over this revelation of the extent of the punishment she was to receive.

 

"I am going to lie down.  Do not come in there.  Stay where you are until I come back out.  You may use the bathroom if you need it, otherwise you will keep your place."  Then he left the room, leaving her in shock.  She rocked quietly, sobbing and moaning softly until she fell asleep.

 

"Suzanne."  Awakened by her Master's voice she raised up and looked at him.  He was seated on the sofa once again, the stick at his side and his hand resting lightly upon it.

 

"Get me in your mouth."  She crawled over quickly and eagerly took his rock hard erection into her throat.  He immediately moved forward and began to thrust forcefully into her face, grabbing her by the hair.  He came within minutes and pulled out of her mouth.  She was shocked and disappointed at the briefness of the encounter.  He apparently gave her this pleasure only for the minimum time necessary to satisfy his need. But this brief intimacy encouraged her and she reached out to caress his thigh.   The stick came out swiftly and smacked her hand, which she quickly withdrew.

 

"Put your face in that pillow."  She hesitated briefly then hurried over and assumed the position, shaking, with the tears already flowing from her eyes.  As before he climbed onto her and immediately began his discipline.

 

"One."  She buried her face deep in the pillow to muffle her terrible scream at the unbelievable pain of the first blow.  Surely it would not be 40 she thought.  He knows i cannot handle it.  "Two."  She cried out and began to beg and aggressively try to get away.  He held her fast and continued.  Past ten, past twenty.  It took all his strength to subdue and control her frantic body.  He was careful to vary the places where he struck, not wanting to break the skin.  He noted with satisfaction the large welts and the areas of purpling on her ass.

 

"Twenty-five...thirty..."  She lay exhausted unable to struggle any more and simply cried and begged and pleaded for mercy.

 

"Thirty-nine...forty."  As before he got up off of her and stood over her.  She moaned and rocked in place, saying over and over again, i'm sorry, i'm sorry.

 

"I'm sure you are."  She asked if he would please hold her for a moment.

 

"No.  I am going to lay down.  Do not come into the bedroom.  Use the bathroom if you need it, otherwise keep your place."

 

After he had been gone for a few minutes she realized she really needed to pee.  She got up slowly, grimacing and groaning at the intense pain and burning of her flesh.  Every step renewed the pain.  She took mincing steps on tiptoe to minimize the impact on the muscles of her backside.  Once in the bathroom she stared at the toilet and realized there was no way she could sit down.  She straddled the bowl and relieved herself that way.  She longed to take an ice cold shower, but she had not been given permission, so she dared not.

 

She stopped at the closed bedroom door, longing to lie down next to him, to have him look at her with approval.  But she continued into the living room, assuming her place.  And then a strange thing happened.  She felt herself smile as a thought came into her mind. She began to feel glad somehow at having endured the beatings, submitted to him.  She felt the beginnings of a new, deeper bond with her Master.  But this fledgling joy was short-lived as the terror of round three entered her mind.  She forced the thought out of her mind.  After a short time she fell asleep.

 

"Suzanne."  She heard her name as if in a dream.  When she heard it a second time, louder, she opened her eyes and saw him sitting there as before.  A slow panic rose up from her guts and she began to shake and tears filled her eyes.  She watched as if in slow motion as he reached over to the armrest and picked up the stick that lay there.  "No, please..." she whispered and began to cry louder.

 

"Put your face in the pillow."  Her mind screamed for her to get away, run away.  Go into the bathroom and lock the door....Then he was on her and the first blow struck.

 

"One."

 

He was momentarily shocked at the force with which she bucked up against him.  He planted himself more firmly and continued. He began to strike lower down on her thighs, avoided severely damaged areas, careful not to break the skin.  Her screams and cries fell on deaf ears as he continued, determined to mete out the full measure of his discipline.  He wanted to make absolutely sure that she would never, ever forget.

 

Ten...twenty....twenty-five.  Suzanne's mind began to drift as the pain became intolerable and was replaced with a kind of soft buzzing feeling. She imagined he was caressing her and focussed on that thought...

 

"Thirty-nine...forty."  After delivering the last blow he flung the stick across the room hitting the wall.  He got up and sat on the sofa.

 

"Come here."  Dazed, she looked over at him and slowly began to move, crawling to him.  He reached out his hands and took her face between them.  He guided her to his cock which she pulled hungrily inside her mouth and began to suck.  Her hands caressed his chest, stomach and thighs.  She moaned with pleasure as she sucked, licked and kissed his cock and his balls.  She licked lower under his balls and down hoping he would offer his asshole to be licked.  Which he did.  She tasted the delectable hole as passion surged through her like a tidal wave, licking and kissing this most intimate place on his body.  He guided her back slowly and she licked him below his balls,  all over his balls, briefly sucking the right and the left and continuing on to his impossibly hard erection.  Her pussy was throbbing and dripping wet.  The pain and burning of her ass was joined by a pleasurable twitching and flexing of her asshole.  She longed for him to fuck her there, but feared how painful it would be.  She still wanted it more than anything.

 

She felt his excitement grow as he pulsed himself into her mouth and throat.  Her orgasm exploded in her with a surprising surge in the muscles that ached from the beating.  She cried out in deep pleasure now, shaking from the intense sensation.

 

"Turn that big ass around."  She turned around, anxious and exhilirated.  He came behind her and entered her pussy, sending shock waves of pain and pleasure through her.  She came within seconds, also crying out from the pain of impact with her very sore backside.  Then he withdrew and spread her cheeks, causing her to cry out in pain.  He entered her then and began to pulse inside her.  The pain was there, but the pleasure intense.  To her surprise she found herself pushing up against him as she always did, wanting the most of him, oblivious to the pain. Orgasm after orgasm rocked her as he rode her.  She looked up into the mirror in front of her to see him atop her which filled her with extreme joy and doubled her lust for him.  After a time he pulled out of her and sat back on the sofa.  She crawled over to him and drew his wet cock inside her mouth, sucking with pleasure and satisfaction, caressing his body with her hands.  She felt his excitement grow as he pulsed his cock into her mouth, grabbing her by the hair.  He came exploding into her, pumping for what seemed a very long time his essence down her throat.

 

He pulled himself out of her mouth and she lay her cheek on his thigh.  He put his hand on her head and she sighed contentedly...

 

Driving to the airport she was glad it was a bright, sunny day.  The kind of day the Master liked.  A curious coil of fear tempered her joy as she turned into the terminal, looking for His beloved form.  She knew she faced an incredible love clouded with a terrible anger.  She was equally excited and terrified by both. 

 

There he is.  A tremendous surge of emotion and arousal flooded her mind and body, and a brilliant smile burst on her face.  She thought briefly of her visit earlier that day with her elderly parents.  Seeing her Master standing there, instantly filling her whole world, she contemplated her racist parents’ shock if they knew of her total adoration of this African American man.  How she thrilled to see her pale hand caressing his deep, rich, dark brown skin….

 

Snapping back to reality, she stopped and hopped out of the car and rushed around to help with the bags.  She looked up at him, but he did not make eye contact, though a slight smile crossed his face.  The bags stowed, they got in the car and pulled away. 

 

"I need to get something to eat," he said abruptly.  "Drive through that place we went to right before I left last time."  She drove on silently, subdued by her Master's aloofness.  She drove through the restaurant, ordering the food he requested.  She did not order anything.  He ate some of the sandwich as they drove on to her apartment, arriving there less than 15 minutes later.

 

He carried one of the bags up and she followed.  She unlocked the door and stepped inside, holding the door out for him.  She closed the door.

 

"Suzanne," he said.  She turned around and was immediately struck hard across the face.  "Don't. EVER. Fuck. With. Me. Again.  Do. you. Understand?"

 

"Yes Sir," she replied quietly.  He struck her again, on the other cheek.

 

"Do you?"

 

Instead of speaking she fell down on her knees and kissed the top of each of his shoes.  She went to put her arms around his legs and he abruptly walked away.

 

"Finish getting ready and take your place."

 

She got up quickly and did just that.  When she came out of the bedroom he was sitting on the sofa in his usual spot, naked with his stick across his knees.  She wanted to run to him and cover him with kisses and take his cock into her mouth.  But she knew she should not.  She started to shake a little as she approached and knelt on the large black pillow in front of him.

 

"Take that pillow away.  You don't deserve it."

 

She leaned back and removed the pillow, setting it aside.  She resumed kneeling, head bowed, staring at his feet.

 

"Look at me."

 

She raised her head and was greeted with two hard slaps, one on each cheek.

 

"Don't EVER send me an email, or a text message, or a voice mail or make a phone call telling me you are leaving me.  You simply do not have the right.  I OWN you. My car does not drive away on its own.  My clothes don't get up and walk off.  You are just as they are, my possession."

 

"I don't ever want to hear how you feel, what you think or what you want.  I will tell you what to feel.  I will tell you what you want.  I will tell you what to think.  Is that clear?"

 

"Yes Sir,"  she choked out the words, trying not to cry.

 

"Don't start crying because I am just getting started."  He grabbed her hair at the back of her head and forced her head up to look at him.  "I guarantee you that you will never forget this day.  Nor will you ever repeat the behaviors of the recent weeks.  Now get on your hands and knees and put your face down on that pillow."

 

She moved over and rested her forehead on the pillow.  She felt him climb over her, straddling her back facing her feet.  Immediately the first blow struck.

 

"One."

 

He continued delivering the strokes.  He had never given her more than twenty and she anticipated him stopping there. all the while crying out, squirming, wanting to submit and desperately wanting to escape the intense pain.  Then he continued right past twenty.  He clamped down on her with his legs as she struggled to get away.

 

"Twenty-five."

 

Perhaps it's thirty because she had been particularly bad to him recently.  But he contined past thirty.  She began to beg and squirm violently, but he held her fast and continued.

 

"Thirty-nine, forty."

 

Then he stopped.  It was over.  He got up; she remained there, moaning and rocking back and forth.

 

"That was round one.  There will be two more just like it. DON'T TALK."  She had begun to speak, in shock over this revelation of the extent of the punishment she was to receive.

 

"I am going to lie down.  Do not come in there.  Stay where you are until I come back out.  You may use the bathroom if you need it, otherwise you will keep your place."  Then he left the room, leaving her in shock.  She rocked quietly, sobbing and moaning softly until she fell asleep.

 

"Suzanne."  Awakened by her Master's voice she raised up and looked at him.  He was seated on the sofa once again, the stick at his side and his hand resting lightly upon it.

 

"Get me in your mouth."  She crawled over quickly and eagerly took his rock hard erection into her throat.  He immediately moved forward and began to thrust forcefully into her face, grabbing her by the hair.  He came within minutes and pulled out of her mouth.  She was shocked and disappointed at the briefness of the encounter.  He apparently gave her this pleasure only for the minimum time necessary to satisfy his need. But this brief intimacy encouraged her and she reached out to caress his thigh.   The stick came out swiftly and smacked her hand, which she quickly withdrew.

 

"Put your face in that pillow."  She hesitated briefly then hurried over and assumed the position, shaking, with the tears already flowing from her eyes.  As before he climbed onto her and immediately began his discipline.

 

"One."  She buried her face deep in the pillow to muffle her terrible scream at the unbelievable pain of the first blow.  Surely it would not be 40 she thought.  He knows i cannot handle it.  "Two."  She cried out and began to beg and aggressively try to get away.  He held her fast and continued.  Past ten, past twenty.  It took all his strength to subdue and control her frantic body.  He was careful to vary the places where he struck, not wanting to break the skin.  He noted with satisfaction the large welts and the areas of purpling on her ass.

 

"Twenty-five...thirty..."  She lay exhausted unable to struggle any more and simply cried and begged and pleaded for mercy.

 

"Thirty-nine...forty."  As before he got up off of her and stood over her.  She moaned and rocked in place, saying over and over again, i'm sorry, i'm sorry.

 

"I'm sure you are."  She asked if he would please hold her for a moment.

 

"No.  I am going to lay down.  Do not come into the bedroom.  Use the bathroom if you need it, otherwise keep your place."

 

After he had been gone for a few minutes she realized she really needed to pee.  She got up slowly, grimacing and groaning at the intense pain and burning of her flesh.  Every step renewed the pain.  She took mincing steps on tiptoe to minimize the impact on the muscles of her backside.  Once in the bathroom she stared at the toilet and realized there was no way she could sit down.  She straddled the bowl and relieved herself that way.  She longed to take an ice cold shower, but she had not been given permission, so she dared not.

 

She stopped at the closed bedroom door, longing to lie down next to him, to have him look at her with approval.  But she continued into the living room, assuming her place.  And then a strange thing happened.  She felt herself smile as a thought came into her mind. She began to feel glad somehow at having endured the beatings, submitted to him.  She felt the beginnings of a new, deeper bond with her Master.  But this fledgling joy was short-lived as the terror of round three entered her mind.  She forced the thought out of her mind.  After a short time she fell asleep.

 

"Suzanne."  She heard her name as if in a dream.  When she heard it a second time, louder, she opened her eyes and saw him sitting there as before.  A slow panic rose up from her guts and she began to shake and tears filled her eyes.  She watched as if in slow motion as he reached over to the armrest and picked up the stick that lay there.  "No, please..." she whispered and began to cry louder.

 

"Put your face in the pillow."  Her mind screamed for her to get away, run away.  Go into the bathroom and lock the door....Then he was on her and the first blow struck.

 

"One."

 

He was momentarily shocked at the force with which she bucked up against him.  He planted himself more firmly and continued. He began to strike lower down on her thighs, avoided severely damaged areas, careful not to break the skin.  Her screams and cries fell on deaf ears as he continued, determined to mete out the full measure of his discipline.  He wanted to make absolutely sure that she would never, ever forget.

 

Ten...twenty....twenty-five.  Suzanne's mind began to drift as the pain became intolerable and was replaced with a kind of soft buzzing feeling. She imagined he was caressing her and focussed on that thought...

 

"Thirty-nine...forty."  After delivering the last blow he flung the stick across the room hitting the wall.  He got up and sat on the sofa.

 

"Come here."  Dazed, she looked over at him and slowly began to move, crawling to him.  He reached out his hands and took her face between them.  He guided her to his cock which she pulled hungrily inside her mouth and began to suck.  Her hands caressed his chest, stomach and thighs.  She moaned with pleasure as she sucked, licked and kissed his cock and his balls.  She licked lower under his balls and down hoping he would offer his asshole to be licked.  Which he did.  She tasted the delectable hole as passion surged through her like a tidal wave, licking and kissing this most intimate place on his body.  He guided her back slowly and she licked him below his balls,  all over his balls, briefly sucking the right and the left and continuing on to his impossibly hard erection.  Her pussy was throbbing and dripping wet.  The pain and burning of her ass was joined by a pleasurable twitching and flexing of her asshole.  She longed for him to fuck her there, but feared how painful it would be.  She still wanted it more than anything.

 

She felt his excitement grow as he pulsed himself into her mouth and throat.  Her orgasm exploded in her with a surprising surge in the muscles that ached from the beating.  She cried out in deep pleasure now, shaking from the intense sensation.

 

"Turn that big ass around."  She turned around, anxious and exhilirated.  He came behind her and entered her pussy, sending shock waves of pain and pleasure through her.  She came within seconds, also crying out from the pain of impact with her very sore backside.  Then he withdrew and spread her cheeks, causing her to cry out in pain.  He entered her then and began to pulse inside her.  The pain was there, but the pleasure intense.  To her surprise she found herself pushing up against him as she always did, wanting the most of him, oblivious to the pain. Orgasm after orgasm rocked her as he rode her.  She looked up into the mirror in front of her to see his powerful dark form atop her, possessing her, filling her with extreme joy and doubling her lust for him.  After a time he pulled out of her and sat back on the sofa.  She crawled over to him and drew his wet cock inside her mouth, sucking with pleasure and satisfaction, caressing his body with her hands.  She felt his excitement grow as he pulsed his cock into her mouth, grabbing her by the hair.  He came exploding into her, pumping for what seemed a very long time his essence down her throat.

 

He pulled himself out of her mouth and she lay her cheek on his thigh.  He put his hand on her head and she sighed contentedly...