Princess Gets A Beating

August 20, 2007 – 10:00 am

All during the last half-hour of the flight, I kept shifting in my seat.
Trying my damnedest to find a comfortable position.  Possibly it was from
the nervousness I felt, I knew that my behavior the past couple of weeks
had not been the best, or maybe it was from something else. Thankfully my
discomfort would not last much longer the plane was landing and soon I
would be getting off.  There I would reunite with my love, my fiancée, my
master.

We began to de-board the plane, quickly I checked my make-up and smoothed
my dress.  It was a new one I had purchased just for the occasion, made out
of velvet, a little shorter then I normally wore but one that I thought my
master would appreciate.  Save of course for one flaw – it did not leave my
breasts accessible.  Hopefully he would not notice. 

Immediately after entering the terminal I began to search for him, there in
the distance I saw him.  The sight of him caused me to catch my breath, my
heart to pound, and of course a smile to spread across my face.  I waived,
he smiled back, then waited for me to go to him.  Walking quickly towards
him, I was soon hugging him, he returned my hug and then placed a chaste
kiss on my cheek, before lightly placing his arms around my waist and
guiding me toward the exit.  How many pieces of baggage do you have
princess, I sucked my breath in, it felt so good to hear him call me that,
yet I also knew that it probably meant something else.  Just one I replied,
all the while stealing glances at him, trying my darndest to read his face,
trying to learn what he was thinking, what he may have in store for me.

We stood off in the corner, waiting for the baggage, his hand that was
resting on my waist began to roam and soon was sliding over my ass, his
fingers dipping slightly down between the crevice.  Instinctively I pushed
my ass out, toward his hand, driving his fingers deeper.  That is when he
felt it, the reason for my discomfort.  There in my ass, deeply lodged was
a butt plug, one that I had inserted during the last half-hour of my
flight.  A smile flickered across your face as you also noted that my ass
(as was my cunt) was completely exposed under my dress.  After returning
your hand to my waist, you nonchalantly lean forward and whisper in my ear,
that you were happy to see that your princess has taken such care in
preparing herself for her master.  I blushed deeply and say nothing as you
moved to get my bag.

Silently we walk toward the parking lot, keeping my head slightly bowed I
stole side ways glances at you, trying hard to read your face, wondering
what you were thinking, planning.  You threw my baggage into the pickup as
I went around to the side and began to get in.  Suddenly you were behind
me, your hands roaming up my nylon clad legs, lifting my dress up, high
over my ass.  I feel your body pushing into me as your fingers probed my
ass.  Hoarsely you whisper into my ear, saying that your princess would not
be needing this anymore, then, your hands finding there target suddenly
removed the butt plug residing deep in my ass, again you whisper in my ear
that soon very soon you would be filling me. There I stood my ass and cunt
exposed, my eyes franticly searching the parking lot to see if anyone was
watching, my heart pounding.  Then just as suddenly as you began your were
gone, my dress returning to cover my nakedness, the butt plug, formerly in
my ass now held tightly in my hand.  I took a deep breath, placed the plug
in my purse, and entered the pick up.  My humiliation at being so publicly
used, was heightened further, by the humiliation I felt at being so aroused
by your actions.  My cunt was already growing wet and my hips had begun to
rock, slightly, back and forth.

We drove for awhile, when suddenly you spoke.  Princesses raise your dress
up and let me see your cunt.  Quickly I do letting my body slouch slightly
and spreading my legs wide.  You see the wetness in me already.  You smile,
and say that I better be careful or soon the back of my dress would be
soaked.  Once again I blush deeply.  You motion me to come closer, I do,
causing me to straddle the pickup’s gear shaft.  Taking your hand you
slowly begin to finger my cunt, causing my body to respond immediately, my
hips to rock in unison to your thrusts in an attempt to push your fingers
harder and deeper into me.  Removing your hand from my cunt, you bring it
up close to my face, I smell the strong odor of my cunt, and can see that
your finger’s are soaked with my juices.  Now you begin to trace my lips
with that finger, making them also glisten with my juices.  Quickly,
without being told, I take you finger into my mouth and suck it clean –
savoring the tangy taste of my cunt.

You turn your attentions now to my breasts, moving your hands over them,
squeezing and mauling them.  A smile comes to your face as you notice that
they too are completely exposed, supported by a bra that leaves most of the
breast bare.  Soon your are taking my nipples, each one in turn, and
pinching them hard and repeatedly.  My back begins to arch, as if to thrust
them closer to your reach – it doesn’t take long before my nipples are
standing hard and erect, causing them to be clearly visibly even under the
thickness of my dress.  My breath is coming quicker and the rocking of my
hips has grown more intense. 

You smile again at me, Princess you really have out done yourself – I can
see you are prepared thoroughly, for my enjoyment. Other then the fact that
your dress does not leave your breasts exposed, as I had required, I can
find no faults, and even that one I am apt to forgive, as I do like the
dress.   But Princess, tell me did you think that this would perhaps make
up for all the trouble you gave me while I was away.  I don’t say anything
and you laugh lightly.  Good try my darling, but I really don’t think so. 

My face falls, – I really had hoped to earn some lenience, if not total
forgiveness.  You smile at me and take my face in your hands, before you
begin to tell me that all is not lost, that you are very pleased with the
care and effort I put into preparing myself for you and that has softened
you a bit.  I smile slightly, a worried look crossing my face – wondering
again what did you have in store for me?  Then, after instructing me to
play with myself, though warning me not to cum, you turn your eyes back to
the road.

We continue to drive several more miles, before turning into the parking
lot of a hotel.   You look at me, sitting there, my body heaving with lust,
nipples erect, dripping cunt exposed, thighs damp and say that for tonight,
we would stay here.  Adding, then as if an afterthought, that maybe it
would be best if I covered myself up.   Quickly the shame spreads through
me as I pull my dress down and my body erect.  You stare into my eyes, as
you quietly mention that this would give us time to get re-acquainted and
take care of other matters.  Other matters, I shiver, in my mind that can
only mean one thing.

You hand me the key, telling me to let myself into the room, while you go
to inform the clerk that another person would be registering. I take the
key and quickly let myself in, then just as quickly remove all of my
clothing, making sure to hang it up neatly, as you have often had to remind
me to do.  Next I lay out the contents of my special bag, putting each item
in an orderly row.  My last step was to pour olive oil down the crack of my
ass, massaging it into my asshole, preparing myself should my master decide
to please himself with that hole.  Now I assumed my position, a position
that demonstrated to my master that I readily submitted to his authority.
Naked I knelt, waiting, head bowed. 

Upon his entrance, still keeping my head bowed, I stretch my arms out and
you can see that clasped firmly in my hands is the black whip we had
purchased just prior to your departure.  Then with a quite, shaky voice I
say, “Please master, accept this servant, who humbly submits before you,
offering you her body, for you to do with as you please for your pleasure
and yours alone.   Take this whip and if you have reason for, chastise her
for any grievances she may have caused you.”   Then, while still kneeling,
still holding the whip out to you, I pull myself erect and look deep into
your eyes.

As told by my Master, Michael:

When I removed the whip she had offered from her hands, she immediately
prostrated herself before me, her face touching the floor, ass pointing up
high.  Slowly I began to walk around her, my steps softened by the carpet.
An involuntary tremor rippled across her back.  My Princess is scared,
worried, wondering what it is I will do.  Never before have I seen her so
submissive, so willing to accept my authority. 

I look again at her, noting her nakedness taking stock of her body.
Princess tell me how many pounds did you lose while I was away.  She was
barely able to squeak out her reply, 7 master, and I saw a deep blush
spread over her cheeks.  She so hated it when I examined her naked body, it
was probably above all one of the hardest things for her to submit to.  I
smiled, my Princess was doing well.  I continued to walk around to her ass,
Princess hadn’t we agreed on 10 pounds.  Yes Sir is her reply.  I
absentmindedly take the end of the whip and play with it around the
entrance to her asshole, before slightly pushing it in noting that it is
still slightly dilated from the butt plug.   Her ass, I am also pleased to
note it thoroughly lubricated.   Yes my Princess has really outdone her
self, and I am sure I know the reason why.

She is worried about the repercussions from her behavior over these last
few weeks.  I slap her ass hard with the whip – she jerks slightly but
remains in place.  The whip actually is quite useless as a tool for
discipline, and so with that thought I stroll over to where she has laid
out the contents of her bag.  Impressive quite impressive, she seems to not
have forgotten a thing.  There on the bed in a neat order is the paddle,
the strap, the enema bag, towelettes, her gown, olive oil, and what’s this
why she really has been working overtime, there included with the rest of
the items are several restraints, a blindfold and some rope.

My she must be worried, and really, as I think back, she has good cause to
be.  My mind begins to drift back several weeks ago, while my hands reach
for the leather strap.  Yes all the crying, the accusations, the doubts, it
had made a difficult situation more difficult.  Her behavior had been
especially annoying since it was at a time that I could have used her
support the most.  Yes I remember now, the doubts that others brought to
her and she let grow inside her until she too believed them.  Oh yes I
remember well – and with that I lifted my hand, the hand holding the strap
up and brought it down hard across her ass, so perfectly presented to me.

She raised up, letting out a loud whine, before moving her hands back to
caress her ass.  My voice choked a bit, as I said I am sorry Princess but
we both know that it does neither of us any good if I avoid disciplining
you.   This is not easy for me, and you make me so want to forget that you
have earned this and just forgive you, but I can’t, for to do so would make
me a weak Master, and one definitely not worthy of the challenge of  a
servant such as yourself.  So I must do this for both of us – and with that
another swing comes down across her ass – marking her – marking her as mine
– marking her as one who needs discipline – one who was punished.  

My poor Princess was not so perfectly presented any more, as now she lay
flat on the floor, legs kicking, hands flailing, attempting to cover her
ass.  Princess, stop that now I said, letting one more fly across her ass.
Never do I want you to let other people’s doubts or ideals influence how
you feel or think, do you here me.  She replies quickly yes master.  Yes my
poor Princess, she is trying so hard, it is so difficult for her to remain
in place when she is being punished, yet today, she has not moved from the
spot.

Back into position (well she had lost her position), we are not done yet my
dear, this in one lesson I will teach you.  Scrambling quickly, he resumes
her position with her back down, head to the floor and ass up.  Princess, I
am going to mark you, give you a mark so that you will remember this
lesson, and with that I let the belt fly once again, but this time my
target is not her ass, as she had assumed but her back.  Wanting more then
ever to get this over quickly, yet knowing the importance of the lesson I
was teaching, I let two more blows fall quickly on her back.  I stood
looking at what I had done, my poor Princess trembling on the floor, her
ass and back, bearing the stripes that the belt had delivered.  The belt I
distastefully noted was still clenched in my hand, angrily I threw it
against the wall. 

She continued to lay on the floor, curled up into a ball, sobbing quietly,
angry welts forming on her back and ass.  The sight softens me, yet stirs
me too.   Quickly I walk around to her front, at the same time unzipping my
pants and pulling out my already hardening cock.  Grabbing her firmly by
the hair I guide her mouth to my now rigid cock – suck it you slut I say,
not knowing exactly why the words came out just that I was in need of
immediate gratification.

She readily performs her duties, sucking my cock, firmly and deeply.  My
hands now take hold of the back of her head and I begin to roughly fuck her
mouth – ignoring her discomfort – set only on my own release.  Take it
slut, take it I said with each hard thrust into her mouth, and then I
started to come.  My grip on her head only intensified as I came, holding
her mouth tight over my cock letting the cum squirt deep inside her throat,
yelling commands to my slut, telling her that she had better drink every
drop, sucking it up like a whore hungry.

Several minutes pass before my orgasm subsides, I look down and see that I
am still holding my servants’ head tight against my groin, my cock still
encased in her mouth.  Quickly, yet gently I pull my now softening cock
from her mouth and kneel beside her taking her into my arms.  Princess,
please promise me, I beg of you that you will never do anything that
requires me to so harshly discipline you.  Please promise me that and while
I am asking her that I am taking my hands and stroking her hair, wiping her
face and helping her up.

Soon we are encased in each other arms, on the bed, the blankets providing
my princess with the blessed privacy that she craves.  Her sobs have
diminished, and she is just clinging to me, telling me that she will never
give me cause again to have to punish her as I had to on that day.