The Ruler
“Yes, you can come tonight, but you have to earn it. Remember when I spanked your clit?”
“Sir?” My voice cracked a little.
“I want you to take a ruler or something thin. And I want you to give it 10 good spankings. Each one harder than then next. Then you may come for me. Understood?” His voice was stoic and confident.
“Yes, Sir. I do.”
“How does that make you feel?”
“Frustrated, Sir.”
“Well if you can’t do it, then I guess you’ll just have to wait.” I could almost hear him smiling.
I admit that the ruler was a strange thing. Self punishment is very hard. It was the first time that I started thinking “this is a little crazy, and why is this important?”
But without asking questions- I decided to do what I was told because I wanted my pleasure and we agreed to this. I considered lying, but I knew that I didn’t WANT to lie. One thing I’ve learned about myself is how easy it is to lie. How easily the untruthful words come out without thought or consequence. However, this matters. This connection matters to me, and I trust that there’s some method to this madness- even if it seems absurd.
I took my ruler and slid it over my pussy, feeling the smooth surface of it. My instruction was 10 spankings each one increasing in strength. The first one was not only light, it was also not targeted right. So smacking my labia was not exactly effective, but I counted it at “one.”
I made small hits, trying to find where I assumed he wanted me to hit, so the second one was on target, hard enough to “feel” but not as hard as he would have wanted, but I still counted it as “two.” I massaged the area for a moment, enjoying the increasing sensitivity
The third and fourth spanks were harder. Fast and on target. The fifth was bad, it stung. I stopped for moment to slide my fingers through my pussy. It was hot- and wet…. I wanted to use my vibrator, but I knew I needed to finish. I figured I would do three more- and then stop because I just wasn’t sure I could do any more that that. It was too hard, too painful. It was not at all as pleasurable as when he did it to me.
I felt somewhat ridiculous- and I admit, I was REALLY tempted to lie, but I didn’t want to. It almost made me choke up a bit, because I just didn’t want to do more- but I knew that He wanted me to hurt. To earn my orgasm- and I knew that if he WAS with me, I’d have gladly taken it and thanked him for it.
The next three were harder- each one making me cry out a little louder. I talked my self through it… saying “Yes, Daddy” each time as if I was answering a question “Do you like it, do you want more?” There was no subspace, but a sexual haze that would vibrate around me with every strike. I felt it all.
Two more. I thought to stop again. 8 was better than nothing. I could tell him there were 10, I could tell him there were 12… he’d never know. Never. I wouldn’t have to tell anyone and I could make it up. Sigh… but I didn’t want to do that. Isn’t this why I got in to this. To let go. To do as I’m told. Learn. Trust. Submit.
The last two, were kind of a blur… but they were the hardest- I remember.
My pussy was aching, inside and out. It was hot to the touch, and soaked. I slipped my fingers between my labia, grazing over my clit. Sliding my fingers through, my clit between the two fingers, dipping into my cunt and pressing down on my clit with my palm. His face, his voice, his touch… it surrounded me. I was swimming in it.
Fuck, I miss Him…
When I finally put the coveted dildo in my pussy, I gripped around it. The sensitive vibrations on my clit set my body on fire. It burned through me, like a flash fire and I was coming in an instant. Rocking and grinding, thrusting the shaft into me and rubbing my clit against the vibrations. Fucking my own orgasm and letting it wash over me until it exploded in a white fire in my body. Maybe that is what this was about… connection.
Yes, I had earned it and it was worth it. He gave it to me.
Thank you, Sir.
wow. that’s incredible. daniel and i have been toying with the idea of some dominance play. the trust involved is ridiculous and you have made it sound even better with this post. the fact that you WANTED to do it for him, so as not to lie, to submit, to FEEL. intense. hot. thank you for sharing!
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Ouch, ouch, ouch…reminds me of my Sir spanking my clit with a tongue depressor I got from my doctors office. More than stings!
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